#and he keeps on crying until katsuki gets fed up and tells him he needs to stop!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 183: The Rest of the Cultural Festival

Previously on BnHA: Class 1-A brought the fucking house down. The band played their hearts out and the act literally opened with a bang thanks to the resident human incendiary device on drums. The dancers did their thing, and Aoyama played the role of both fireworks and disco ball. Sero, Mineta, and Todoroki combined their quirks to create paths of ice over the audience’s heads. Momo then shot out a bunch of confetti, and Ochako dove into the crowd and floated a bunch of people to have a dance party in mid-air. Iida doing the robot was the highlight of the chapter and indeed the whole manga, but Jirou was a close second, with an adorable flashback to when she first told her parents she wanted to be a hero instead of a musician, and they were the most supportive EVER, and it was amazing. Even the surly upperclassmen were won over by class A’s general vibe of awesomeness, and everyone danced their hearts out, and Eri was THRILLED and her smile was brighter than the sun and Mirio cried and oh my gosh you guys. I just feel bad for the rest of the classes that have to follow this act now lmao.

Today on BnHA: Class 1-B puts on the most audacious fanfiction-turned-stage-play since Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. All Might informs Deku that he has 47 missed calls and next time would it kill him to PICK UP HIS GODDAMN CELL PHONE jesus christ. Hounddog rips Deku a new one and tells him to be more careful in the future and throws him 20 feet into the air and tells him to go have fun. Eri is so fucking cute that I almost burst into tears just from how cute she is. The surly upperclassmen apologize for their shit attitudes and vow to spread the word of how class 1-A is actually really fucking cool. Kendou, Kenranzaki, and Hadou battle it out for the Miss Con title and Hadou finally wins the title after three years. The kids enjoy the rest of the festival, and Deku gives Eri a homemade candy apple before bidding her farewell. Down at the station, a nice gorilla man sits with with the detailed Gentle and Aiba. Gentle explains that Aiba was never directly involved in any crimes and accepts responsibility for his misdeeds, thus taking his first steps towards rehabilitation.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 207 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

okeedoke, I’m back and ready to finish up this arc and enter the next one which has been much-hyped thus far!

but first, class 1-B’s copyright-infringing play!

I really didn’t think chapter 182 could be topped, but somehow 183 has managed to do it in a single page. I’m speechless

also, the fact that they’ve literally done the “I am your father scene” here kind of makes the Dad for One theory slightly less likely

-- OR DOES IT. maybe this is just meant to throw us off our guard! I won’t give up!!

and now everyone’s walking out afterwards and either critiquing it or talking about how awesome and funny it was

Kaminari is sad because class A didn’t get to see it because they were cleaning everything up from their program. awww

and meanwhile Deku is getting chewed out by his dad

“is he getting scolded?” YES

and he really has no excuse. he could have called, but he made a conscious decision not to. sure, it all worked out in the end, but he didn’t know that ahead of time! DEKU YOU’RE SO IRRESPONSIBLE

(ETA: apparently he forgot his phone. supposedly. I missed that line the first time around, but I have my suspicions as to whether or not that’s true though. phones these days are practically an extension of your body. I don’t care how much of a hurry you’re in, how do you just forget it?? you’d feel that it’s not in your pocket! I practically have a freaking anxiety attack if I so much as go downstairs to my building’s laundry room without my own phone. like holy shit what if I miss a text during the two and a half minutes it will take me to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer fffff.

anyway my point is that whether he forgot it or not, he’s still irresponsible. DEKU)

by the way is Shouto burning something in the background here? and Katsuki too. you guys were looking forward to this cleanup huh

so now Deku’s apologizing, and the sad thing is he probably is truly sorry. and yet you know that the very next time a situation like this comes along, he’s going to do the exact same thing

really, All Might just needs to not sign any more of those permission slips. he’s grounded. you’re grounded, Deku

and now Hounddog and Ecto are walking over

HAHAHAHA

gotta make sure all the kids are still terrified of you, huh

good lord this man has no concept of personal space

All Might is always lucking out, having other teachers nearby who are actually willing to be the bad cop. at least someone out here is laying down the law

anyway, Hounddog is of course 100% right and he’s the one Deku should really be apologizing to

hoLY SHIT

I need to do some rearranging of my favorite U.A. faculty list

truly, no one is safe

lmao Sero says he’s gonna call Deku “My First Errand” from now on omggggg. if y’all want to see some cute shit go google “hajimete no otsukai.” there’s a whole tv show about it. you can usually find a few subbed episodes on Dailymotion if nothing else (for instance here’s one). this is the show that makes you realize that four-year-old Katsuki and Izuku wandering in the woods with their friends really isn’t anything out of the ordinary. and it’s filled with adorable crybabies and also some really precocious kids who make me feel incompetent somehow despite being more than 30 years older than them

anyways HERE’S ERI

is someone videotaping this. please tell me someone’s videotaping this. these are precious childhood memories

also LOOK AT MIRIO COPYING HER HAND GESTURES I CAN’T. I’M GOING TO DIE. OF CUTENESS

my god I want to make it my icon so bad but it’s a giant spoiler so I can’t ;______; [reaches out longingly to the two of them]

waaaaaah anyways

Deku is wiping his eyes because OF COURSE he started crying but he doesn’t want her to see lol

and he says he’s glad she enjoyed it

[folds chin in hands] I’m just going to enjoy this for as long as possible. life is good. in this moment, everything is perfect

aaaaaand now Mineta is running over and screaming at Deku for not helping them clean up

I really want to be mad at him for ruining the moment and also just for being Mineta in general. but there’s nothing worse than someone who just sits around goofing off while everyone else is working hard, so I can begrudgingly relate. STOP HANGING OUT WITH THE CUTE KID AND HELP US. you can hang out with the cute kid later Deku

a bunch of kids are walking by (I guess on their way back from the play) and waving at class A and saying their program was awesome and they loved it

Kirishima is thrilled and he’s grinning and thanking them

well LOOK WHO IT IS

DO YOU TWO HAVE ANYTHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO SAY

oh shit

lmao they made Kacchan’s day

YES THERE FUCKING WAS. THEY PURPOSELY GOT WITHIN KATSUKI’S HEARING RANGE TO TRASH HIM AND HIS CLASS ALL PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY FOR NO REASON. THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DID

it’s good that they apologized for it. although we may need to watch out now and make sure that it hasn’t gone to this one’s head lol

Kiri’s turning to Iida and asking if those were the stressed out people Aizawa was talking about

oh my god Iida why are you so cute

sometimes I forget how much I love Iida and then he makes this face and my heart belongs to him

now Iida is saying that some people didn’t get a chance to see their performance and thus might still be stressed and so they need to continue to do their best or whatever

but the random bystanders are saying that they understand class A’s feelings and what their intention was when planning all this, and now that spirit has been passed on to them

and so they’re going to pass those sentiments along to others! hooray. pay it forward

and also surely someone got the performance on video too?? I NEED THERE TO BE VIDEOS OF EVERYTHING OKAY

Mina is happily elbowing Jirou and saying she must be pleased

and now Iida is bowing at a full 90-degree angle and saying they are forever grateful. lol this guy

Bakugou says he’s not grateful, and it seems he wants to give whoever didn’t bother to come to their performance a piece of his mind. lol this kid

now Mineta is screaming at people again to help him finish up cleaning

and it turns out it’s because he doesn’t want to miss the Miss Con

and now we’re at Miss Con! I guess

YESSSS GO KENDOU

IT’S SO STUPID TO DO THAT IN A FUCKING BALLGOWN BUT GODDAMN SHE’S SO BADASS THOUGH

but now Lashes is riding in on a giant tank in the shape of her face

have to say this is one of the more surreal things that’s happened in this manga thus far

(ETA: nothing to see here guys. just normal beauty pageant stuff. martial arts and tanks)

AHHHHHHHH

IS ERI SITTING ON DEKU’S LAP I CAN’T OMG I’M DYING AGAIN. MY SOUL IS LEAVING MY BODY. I’M SO CONTENT. I FEEL AT PEACE

Monoma’s watching everything with a weird face, and meanwhile Kirishima is congratulating him and Tetsu on how their play went. and Tetsu’s congratulating him on the concert. nothin’ but good vibes here

here comes Hadou!

her classmates are rooting for her and Tamaki is folded over about to be consumed by nerves lol

deep breaths, Tamaki. deep breaths

I guess this is Tamaki thinking now? or the General Narrator? or possibly Hadou’s other friend?

well whoever it is, the thought bubbles are saying that Hadou lost last year because she tried to take on Kenranzaki in flashiness, which is where Kenranzaki shines. but Hadou has her own strengths

lol she’s floating around like Tinkerbell and everyone is mesmerized

gurllll you got this gurlll

now she’s landing and everyone’s applauding

and voting has been opened and results will be announced at the end of the day at 5 p.m.

LOOK AT CLASS A HAVING FUN

I CROPPED OUT MINETA SO WE CAN ENJOY THIS TO THE FULLEST

LOOK AT THIS MONTAGE OF GOOD TIMES!!!

I WANT TO SEE BAKUGOU COMPETE ON A FULL SCALE NINJA WARRIOR COURSE. HE’S HAVING A BLAST

WTF IS THIS RAT PRINCIPAL/TODOROKI HYBRID. I’M SO CONFUSED AND TERRIFIED

CREPESSSSSS

THEY GAVE ERI ONE! I HOPE SHE LOVED IT!! BUT REMEMBER, APPLES ARE HER FAVORITE!! CANDY APPLES, YOU PROMISED MIRIO

IS THAT SHINSOU IN THE HAUNTED MAZE?? LOL

IS THIS THE FIRST TIME WE’VE EVER SEEN MEI IN HER UNIFORM? SHE ACTUALLY DID CLEAN UP, HOW ABOUT THAT

IS THAT A CEMENTOSS JUICE BOX

I HAD TO POST THIS PANEL SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE LESBIANS!! AND JUICE BOX!!

HADOU WON THE COMPETITION YAYYYYYY

MEI GOT TO SLEEP YAYYYY

EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY!! TO THINK GENTLE ALMOST RUINED THIS. BUT ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

and now it’s the end of the day and Deku’s saying goodbye to Eri

awwww she looks glum again. it was such a fun day she probably doesn’t want it to end :(

Deku’s telling her to look up at him!

AHHHHHHHHHH

HE REMEMBEREDDDD

at least someone did. Mirio

YOU SHOULD HAVE LOOKED HARDER!

oh lol actually Deku says he realized they might not have any after he looked at the program, so he bought the ingredients when he went shopping earlier

ohhh so that’s what was up with that panel of him in the kitchen in the midst of all the festival happenings. I was wondering about that

LOOK AT DADZAWA

YOU DID ADOPT HER RIGHT. RIGHT. RIGHT???

(ETA: GOD BLESS YOU AIZAWA SHOUTA)

she’s eating the apple!

she loves it!! she says it’s sweeter than a regular apple. that’s cuz it’s LITERALLY DIPPED IN MELTED SUGAR, ERI

so she’s leaving and it’s a much happier farewell now! awwwww

and Deku’s turning back and reaching toward the gate

and then he’s stopping and shaking out his right hand

oh that’s right. it’s probably sore from earlier

and now we’re cutting back to the police station and the cops are interrogating La Brava

lollll

“NO” :|

she says she only wants to be useful to Gentle

well Gentle’s gonna be in prison for a while so you might want to think of some backup options kiddo

now a literal gorilla is interrogating Gentle and he says they’ll be able to tell if La Brava really was brainwashed

but even though the jig is up, Gentle’s still trying to protect her

well yeah. and also even if she wasn’t brainwashed by a quirk, it doesn’t mean she wasn’t actually brainwashed. she was in a vulnerable state of mind and he took advantage of that. even if there was mutual affection on both sides

now Kerchak here is looking at his records. “a high school drop-out, previously in the hero department, and now a producer of criminal videos, huh?”

Gentle says he remembered his dream and he just started running towards it

Kerchak says if that’s the case, it’s a good thing they stopped him today

awww. possible redemption on the horizon, perhaps? these cops are pretty nice huh

now Kerchak is asking if Gentle drinks tea

and Gentle’s asking for black tea, and Kerchak says they only have instant. aww. lol

and the text is all “even here, someone was saved”

and that’s the end!

what a wholesome fucking arc. oh my goodness

BONUS: here’s Hadou’s school friend, Yuuyu!

she’s Hadou’s best friend! I love her!

and she’s not wrong about her being the cutest thing in the galaxy tbh. also this line makes me think “best friend” ought to be crossed out and replaced with “girlfriend” if we’re being honest here

lol at the explanation for why dyed hair and piercings are allowed even though they wouldn’t be in a real life school as prestigious as U.A. listen. we got that. look at Midnight. look at Aizawa. clearly U.A. is not particularly hung up on dress codes. I’m just saying

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #hounddog (bnha) #eri (bnha) #hadou nejire #gentle (bnha) #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #y'all know I have headcanons about mitsuki and inko sending katsuki and izuku on their first errand together when they were like two #katsuki is incredibly proud and boasts to everyone he sees about how they're on an errand all by themselves! #meanwhile izuku starts bawling the minute their moms are out of visual range #and he keeps on crying until katsuki gets fed up and tells him he needs to stop! #because he's not a little baby anymore! #and he needs to be tough like all might! #all might wouldn't cry!! #and izuku is all :O and spends the rest of the errand following katsuki in silent awe #this is probably when his crush first really develops tbh #wow~ kacchan is so cool~~ #in the end the errand is mostly successful except that kacchan buys his favorite type of curry instead of the one his mom told him to buy #but no one died or anything so hey #I'd call that a win

[dienamights]

Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s):  Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date. 

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.” 

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to- 

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?” 

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now. 

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her. 

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week. 

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No!  He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.” 

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario. 

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,” 

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-” 

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.” 

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight. 

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it. 

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?” 

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high. 

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you’re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a  shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly. 

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you. 

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed. 

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

aaaaaaaaah! Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know what you think of the smut, I also changed my writing style from past tenses to present tenses or tried to at least

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[dekuskacchan]

i will follow you into the dark

Rating: T

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff

Summary: Izuku has finally returned to UA, and Katsuki will never let him go again.

Or: Izuku and Katsuki finally discuss their feelings.

A/N: Hi again, friends! Since chapter 322 is out now and dominating all of our lives, I felt inspired to write. This is intended to be a sequel to my fic "Tell Me I'm Dreaming," and takes place immediately after the events of chapter 322. So, spoilers are ahead for that chapter! I hope you like it <3

I'd also like to note: Izuku ate and took a bath when he got back, I just couldn't figure out how to work that in. Fear not, he is a clean and fed boy :')

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153718

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Katsuki watches the gentle rise and fall of Izuku’s chest as he sleeps, undoubtedly for the first time in days. He’d fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow on the small bed in Recovery Girl’s office, and hasn’t budged since.

In the 12 hours Izuku has been back at UA, Katsuki has left his side once, only with substantial convincing from Glasses and Shitty Hair.

“Dude, he’ll probably be out cold for a few more hours. At least go scarf down some food and take a nap,” Shitty Hair said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki retorted, “I ate this morning. And I have slept.”

Kirishima let out an exasperated sigh that irritated Katsuki to no end.

“Did you come here just to piss me off?” he snapped.

“We are concerned for your well being, just as we are Midoriya’s,” Iida said, “you haven’t fully recovered from your own injuries yet. You need to rest.”

“I said I was fucking fine.”

Iida looked at him with knowing eyes and a gentle smile. It annoyed Katsuki even more.

“He won’t disappear if you stop watching him, Bakugou."

“Yeah. We’ll stay with him,” Kirishima added with a thumbs up.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. As much as he hated to admit it, they were right. His empty stomach only served to fuel his anger more.

“I hear they’re serving spicy curry for lunch in the cafeteria,” Iida coaxed.

Katsuki had relented at that point, not because it was his favorite, of course, the growling in his stomach was just giving him away.

Katsuki returned less than an hour later. Kirishima and Iida admittedly had reassured him, to some degree, but it wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety. Iida scolded him for refusing to rest, but did nothing to stop him, as if he knew his efforts were futile. The pair stayed with Katsuki at Izuku’s bedside a while longer, but left him to his devices nonetheless.

Half and Half stopped by some time later, tapping on Katsuki’s shoulder and waking him from a restless sleep in a shitty plastic chair at Izuku’s bedside.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to sleep in your bed, Bakugou?” he asked, sitting in a chair adjacent to him.

“I was sleeping just fine before you fucking showed up, you Half and Half bastard,” Katsuki snarled.

“I’ve been here for an hour and a half, actually,” Todoroki stated. Always so fucking deadpan.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up now then?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine, asshole,” Katsuki grumbled. Todoroki looked unconvinced.

“I figured you would say that. Here, I brought you this,” Todoroki produced a blanket from behind his chair and handed it to Katsuki.

“I don’t need your fucking charity," Katsuki grumbled, but accepted it anyway, silently grateful for refuge from the chill in the room.

“It’s no trouble,” Todoroki patted his shoulder.

“Tch.” Katsuki shrugged him off.

They sat in silence for a while. Izuku still hadn’t budged. Katsuki was worried, but some part of him was thankful that Izuku was finally fucking resting.

“Everyone is proud of you, you know,” Todoroki said quietly.

“Haah?!”

“It took courage, what you did. We know it’s not easy for you to express your emotions,” he paused, considering his next words, “it... doesn’t come naturally to me, either.”

“No shit!” Katsuki barked. Todoroki raised a finger to his lips to shush him and nodded at Izuku, who had grunted in his sleep.

“I’m just saying, your efforts aren’t unseen. We know you’ve been working hard, and that this has been weighing on you for a long time. If it weren’t for you, Midoriya might not have listened to us.”

“You don’t know shit,” Katsuki grumbled, averting his eyes. Katsuki was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t good at this shit, and Todoroki knew it, so why wouldn’t he shut up?

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can change the topic,” Todoroki said, as if he could read Katsuki’s mind.

“Or we could stop fucking talking altogether,”

Todoroki smiled and nodded, returning his gaze to Izuku. Katsuki’s eyes followed and he frowned.

“He’s such a fucking idiot,” Katsuki muttered, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his hand. Todoroki chuckled.

“He is certainly reckless,” Todoroki nodded, “I’m disappointed to learn he felt he had to keep such a big secret. But, he is my friend, and I will continue to be as supportive as I can. He would do the same for us.”

“No, he’d do more, and end up getting himself fucking killed."

“That’s…" Todoroki frowned, "probably true."

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Todoroki fucking piped up again, much to Katsuki’s dismay.

“I know Midoriya appreciated what you said,” his voice was soft.

“Words don’t matter. Actions do,” Katsuki’s response was immediate.

“Well your actions have spoken clearly. “You're a better person than you think you are, Bakugou.”

Katsuki whipped his head to glare at Todoroki with an insult on his tongue, but he found himself speechless instead, staring with an incredulous look on his face. He mentally kicked himself for it.

“I just hope you know that, too,” Todoroki offered a half-smile.

Katsuki was frustratingly taken aback. He averted his eyes and looked at the ground with a scowl. That damn fucking Half and Half.

Todoroki thankfully shut his mouth after that. Katsuki wasn’t sure how long they sat together in silence. It wasn’t until the sun had set and the room began to fill with darkness that he heard Todoroki rise from his seat.

“I’m going to go lie down. You should, too,” Todoroki said plainly.

Katsuki sighed. He was right, but there was a sickeningly uneasy feeling in his gut whenever he thought about leaving that he just couldn’t shake.

“I…I can’t,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

Todoroki patted his shoulder again, and Katsuki didn’t push him away this time.

“Thanks,” Katsuki shrugged, “for the blanket or whatever.”

Todoroki nodded. He left the door cracked behind him on his way out.

Katsuki pulls the blanket around himself and reclines in his chair, putting his feet up on Todoroki’s abandoned one. It’s really fucking uncomfortable, but Katsuki knows it would be impossible to sleep if he were anywhere else.

After too many attempts to reposition himself comfortably, Katsuki groans and sits up straight, turning his head to watch Izuku again. He’s still sleeping soundly.

Katsuki leans forward and, without thinking, brushes his hand through Izuku’s hair, pushing back a few stray curls. The moonlight flickering through the blinds illuminates his face, and Katsuki thinks that, somehow, this is the most peaceful he’s seen Izuku in ages.

Katsuki can’t remember the last time Izuku wasn’t at least slightly on edge. He is always looking over his shoulder, as if he’s expecting the enemy to be watching. He spends every minute of his free time training or muttering to himself about battle strategies. The nerd doesn’t even know the meaning of the word “relax.”

Katsuki slides his hand down to cup Izuku’s cheek. His skin is soft and warm, just like last time, and he can’t help but feel an awful sense of dèjá vu. He stays that way for a few moments, just reveling in the fact that Izuku is really here. This isn't a dream, he’s finally here, and Katsuki will never fucking let him go again.

When Katsuki reluctantly moves to pull away, Izuku reaches up to grab his hand, nuzzling into it.

Katsuki is startled, as Izuku is seemingly still asleep. He brushes Izuku’s cheekbone with the backs of his fingers, and swears he sees the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“You’re a dumbass,” Katsuki mumbles, propping his elbow on the bed to rest his head in his free hand.

“I can hear you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki jolts up in surprise to see Izuku staring at him with one eye cracked open and a smirk on his lips.

“Shit, did I wake you?” Katsuki tries again to pull his arm away, but Izuku holds on tight, as if Katsuki is his lifeline and he’s barely hanging on.

“D-don’t go,” Izuku stutters, burying his face in Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki caresses his cheek again and frowns when he finds wetness there.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki asks, though he’s not sure why, because he already knows the answer.

“N-no,” Izuku sniffles. Katsuki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Hey, look at me,” Katsuki whispers, lifting his free hand to Izuku’s other cheek and turning his head to face him.

Izuku whimpers, holding Katsuki’s arms in a vice grip as he looks up. His eyes are sunken and glassy, overflowing with tears that Katsuki wipes away with his thumbs.

Fuck, he looks like a fucking zombie. His face is paler than usual and littered with scratches, and heavy, dark circles line his eyes. Katsuki suppresses a sudden urge to wrap him in his arms and hold him tight.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki murmurs, stroking his cheeks in what he hopes is a soothing manner.

Izuku’s face contorts and a new wave of tears begin to fall.

“I-I’m so s-sorry Kacchan,” he snivels.

Katsuki holds his face tighter.

“I told you, we get it. Don’t beat yourself up, you’ve already done plenty of that.”

Izuku chokes a laugh through a broken sob and Katsuki counts it as a small victory.

“I a-am pretty messed up, h-huh?” Izuku hiccups, “but so are you.”

“Tch. I’m fine,” Katsuki lies, feeling a familiar twinge of pain in his side.

“I kn-know you better than that, Kacchan,” Izuku meets Katsuki’s gaze, “d-don’t think I didn’t see you bleeding back there.”

“I was bleeding. I’m not anymore, see?” Katsuki points to his newly applied bandages, “The old lady patched me up.”

Recovery Girl had given Katsuki a thorough scolding for tearing his wounds. Something about being too reckless, to stop throwing himself in front of danger because isn't it hypocritical of you to tell Midoriya to look after himself, but you won't do the same? That had pissed Katsuki off to no end, but he’d accepted her help anyway.

“Y-you could’ve hurt yourself-”

“But I didn’t! Quit worrying about everyone else,” Katsuki looks Izuku dead in the eyes, “think about your goddamn self for once.”

Izuku shakes his head frantically.

“I can’t. I said so many terrible things I- I h-have to apologize-,” Izuku tries to get up, but Katsuki is lightning fast as he moves to sit on the bed in front of him, gripping his shoulders to hold him in place.

“You can do that later. You need to fucking relax. Did you forget you were beaten to a pulp?” Katsuki reminds him.

“Kacchan, I’m f-”

“Don’t fucking say you’re fine! You’re not, and you know it.”

“It doesn’t matter, Kacchan!” Izuku shouts,“I can’t- I can’t just sit here while everyone else is-”

“Everyone is safe,” Katsuki lightly shakes him, “and we’re safer if we're together.”

Izuku presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” Izuku repeats himself. His voice is shaking. “I ne-”

“Shut the fuck up. You matter,” Katsuki says firmly, pulling Izuku’s hands away and holding onto them.

Izuku weakly lifts his head to meet Katsuki’s eyes. He looks taken aback, and even more exhausted than before, but Izuku is just as stubborn as Katsuki is, and Katsuki can tell he still has an argument left in him.

“Izuku,” Katsuki watches Izuku's eyes widen as he utters his name for a second time. It feels foreign on his tongue, but he knows the weight it carries, and he'll say it over and over if it makes Izuku happy.

Katsuki pushes back the hair that’s fallen in front of Izuku's face and knocks their foreheads together.

“Izuku,” he repeats, “ You fucking matter,” there’s a sharpness to Katsuki’s tone he hadn’t intended, but he can tell Izuku gets the message. He swears he sees the color return to Izuku’s bloodshot eyes before they squeeze shut, overflowing with new tears.

Izuku buries his head in Katsuki’s chest and wails. Katsuki immediately wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a tight embrace, ignoring the aching pain in his injured shoulder and side.

“I-I’m s-so sorry,” Izuku’s entire body shakes as he clings to Katsuki. Katsuki holds him tighter, rubbing gentle circles on his back.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Katsuki murmurs, trying his best to soothe him, but Izuku only cries harder. Katsuki’s own eyes begin to burn.

“It’s s’not o-okay, Kac-chan,” Izuku stutters.

“Nobody is mad at you."

“Th-they should b-be,” Izuku insists miserably

“Well they’re not.”

“I think All M-might is.”

“Haah?! The fuck kind of reason does All Might have to be mad at you?” Katsuki is baffled. “I should fucking clock him in the face again.”

“Y-you punched All Might?!” Izuku lifts his chin to stare incredulously at Katsuki.

“Damn right I did. But that’s beside the point. Why the fuck’s he mad?”

Izuku hides his face again, his voice muffled by Katsuki’s now damp shirt and his own sobs, “I w-was so mean t-to him. I told him I d-didn’t need him anymore and r-ran away, I-”

“Breathe, Dek- Izuku,” Katsuki whispers, brushing Izuku’s cheek with his fingers as Izuku begins to hyperventilate. “Breathe. He’s not mad, he’s probably just worried.” He better not be fucking mad.

“I-I have to t-talk to him too,”

“It can wait. Right now you need to fucking rest.”

They stay that way for a while, wrapped in the safety of each other’s arms as Izuku’s cries slowly start to dissipate. At some point, Katsuki isn’t sure when, traitorous tears start to roll down his own face. Izuku notices before he does, feeling the sudden moisture on his shoulder, and he tells him so.

“I’m not fucking crying,” Katsuki grumbles, though his voice is hoarse.

“It’s o-okay Kacchan,”

“Shit,” Now they’re both blubbering idiots.

Izuku squeezes Katsuki tighter as they cry together. Katsuki tries not to wince as he returns the gesture, his shoulder screaming in protest, but Izuku notices. Of course he fucking notices.

“K-Kacchan-,” Izuku’s voice is laced with unnecessary concern as he immediately loosens his grip and starts to pull back.

“Don’t,” Katsuki growls, rubbing his eyes, “Don’t fucking worry about me.”

Izuku sniffles and shakes his head, “I c-can’t help it.”

Katsuki heaves a sigh. “I know.”

Izuku places his shaky, scarred hands on either side of Katsuki’s face in a gentle caress that makes Katsuki’s heart fucking squeeze. When he finally lifts his eyes, he finds Izuku looking at him with a wobbly smile. His cheeks are tear-stained and there's a trace of something haunted behind his eyes, but it's undeniable that a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

Katskui quirks his lips in a half smile. Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

Izuku yawns and lies back in the bed. “I’m tired again.”

“Well, get some sleep then, nerd,” Katsuki moves to slide back in his chair, but Izuku stops him, grabbing his hand.

“Wait! I- could-” Izuku bites his lip, “could you...stay with me?”

Katsuki squeezes his hand. “I’m not going anywhere, nerd. Someone has to keep your ass in line," he smirks.

Izuku laughs, the first real laugh Katsuki has heard in ages, and Katsuki thinks it might be his favorite sound.

“No, I mean here, next to me,” Izuku scoots over in the bed and pats the space next to him.

“I don’t think-”

“Just until I fall asleep,” Izuku pleads, “...please?”

Katsuki finally relents and slides in next to him. Izuku looks relieved, draping the blanket around them both and curling up to Katsuki’s uninjured side. Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku’s waist, careful not to dislodge the bandages there. He briefly wonders why this feels so natural.

Izuku’s voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks next. “I- I’m scared, Kacchan.”

“I know. But everything’s gonna be fine."

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“No one’s gonna get hurt. We’re gonna figure this out, and we’re gonna figure it out together.”

“I really shouldn’t be here,” Izuku sighs.

“Shut the fuck up. You really wanna be out there? Where people are lookin’ to wring your neck at every turn?”

“Of course not! But that’s exactly why I should be. No one here is safe while I’m around.”

Izuku startles when Katsuki suddenly grabs his chin and lifts it up with his free hand to make Izuku look him in the eyes “Bullshit. I already told you, you can’t win this alone. So stop trying."

Izuku swallows hard, on the verge of tears again. Katsuki tucks Izuku's head under his chin.

"Saving people is how we win, remember? That means you gotta let us save you sometimes, too." Katsuki holds Izuku tight as he cries, gently combing his fingers through thick green curls.

“You should be here," Katsuki continues, "you belong here, Izuku." With me, he adds, but only in his thoughts.

Izuku stills and lifts his head from Katsuki’s chest to stare at him with wide, curious eyes. He's no longer crying. “Kacchan?”

“What?” Katsuki is confused as he watches Izuku’s cheeks flush a deep red.

“I belong with...you?”

Fuck, did he say that out loud?

Katsuki suddenly becomes very aware of their proximity and feels his own face heat.

Their faces are already inches apart, and Izuku is coming closer, cupping Katsuki's cheeks with freezing cold hands. He's close enough that Katsuki can feel Izuku’s heartbeat, his breath on his nose, and fuck, when did their legs tangle together?

Izuku’s thumb lightly strokes his cheekbone and Katsuki finds himself inadvertently leaning into his touch. His breath catches in his throat when he finally meets his gaze. Izuku’s eyes are soft and warm and he’s smiling, a real smile that is secretly Katsuki’s favorite, one that he hasn't seen in far too long. He decides he would sooner die than see it extinguished ever again.

He's embarrassed by his accidental confession, but something about the way Izuku is looking at him, with that soft gaze full of light and wonderment Katsuki knows is reserved only for him, makes the anxiety melt away. The eyes that used to infuriate him now leave him feeling warm and safe, like he has a place in this world, and he realizes there's nowhere he'd rather fucking be than right by Izuku's side.

"Did you mean that?" Izuku whispers, breaking him from his reverie.

“Yeah. Stay with me,” Katsuki grazes his fingers across Izuku's cheek. "...please."

Izuku's smile is breathtaking. It lights a fire in Katsuki's chest.

"I will," Izuku breathes, leaning in to close the distance between them.

Their lips meet halfway in a desperate kiss and a jolt of electricity courses through Katsuki's body. Izuku's hands tangle into Katsuki's hair and Katsuki cradles his face as they explore each other for the first time. It's messy and uncoordinated, but Izuku's lips are soft and inviting and nothing has ever felt so fucking right.

Katsuki's hold on Izuku's waist tightens, pulling him closer, but it's still not close enough. They've been through a decade of miscommunication and separation, unchecked feelings, and the debilitating fear of losing each other. Now that Izuku is here, safe in his arms, Katsuki wants nothing more than to stay in the warmth of this moment forever, to melt into each other and never let go again.

"K-Kacchan," Izuku pants as he slowly pulls away. Oh, right, breathing.

He presses his forehead to Katsuki's as they gasp for air, and they cling to each other as if the other could disappear at any moment.

Katsuki's head is spinning as he looks at Izuku. His cheeks have flushed deeper, lips kissed red and swollen, eyes blown wide as he stares in amazement.

"I missed you," Izuku whispers between heavy breaths.

"Me too,"

Katsuki tucks Izuku's head into the crook of his neck and holds him tight.

“I am….glad to be back,” Izuku murmurs, “it was terrifying out there. I was so exhausted."

No shit, Katsuki thinks.

"Do you want to...talk about it?"

"I-" Izuku pauses, considering. His voice is small when he says, "Maybe later. I don't...I don't want to think about it right now."

Katsuki laces the fingers of one hand with Izuku's and squeezes.

"Okay. But, uh, I'm here if you do. Want to talk or whatever." Katsuki tries his best to sound encouraging. Izuku tilts his head up and nods with a smile.

“Okay.”

There's still so much Katsuki wants to say, but he can't put it into words. He's always been better with actions. He thinks back on all that he said before Izuku passed out in his arms, and wonders if it was enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki notices Izuku peering up at him.

“What are you staring at, nerd?” Katsuki smirks as Izuku averts his eyes, color blooming on his face again.

“I- I’m not, I just- thank you, Kacchan.”

"For what?"

“For everything.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I didn’t do shit."

"Yes you did," Izuku brushes a lock of hair behind Katsuki's ear, "you're here right now. You listened, you encouraged me, you made me feel safe enough to come back here. I wouldn’t have had the strength without you.”

Katsuki is at a loss for words.

"Todoroki was right, you know," Izuku says softly, "you're better than you think you are."

Katsuki feels his face flush and looks away. But then it dawns on him.

"You were listening to us?"

"Uh- just a little...only bits and pieces."

"You were awake? Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you," Izuku shrugs. "You and Todoroki never talk, it seemed important. Plus, I was so out of it I thought I was dreaming at first."

"So you were just eavesdropping like a creep?" He teases, snickering when Izuku buries his face in embarrassment.

"I'd rather talk to you than that Half and Half bastard, dumbass," Katsuki ruffles Izuku's hair.

"Sorry, Kacchan."

"Quit apologizing."

Normally he probably would be pissed, but there isn’t even a trace of anger in him right now.

"I'm not the only one who's reckless, by the way," Izuku playfully nudges Katsuki.

"I'm not fucking reckless."

Izuku frowns. "Kacchan, you were stabbed. And you tore open your wounds trying to get to me when you should've been taking it easy. You took off into battle without a second thought."

"Sounds familiar," Katsuki glares at him.

"I know. I admit I don't always think things through….and sometimes I think too much. I never put myself first. You made me realize that. I'm...going to try to work on it. But you can't deny that you do it sometimes too."

Katsuki is silent again.

"And when was the last time you ate? Or slept somewhere other than a tiny chair? You tell me I need to take better care of myself, but you don't do the same."

"I'm fine." Katsuki insists, but Izuku knows him better than he knows himself and sees right through the lie.

Katsuki sighs. Deep down, he knows Izuku and the old lady are right. Sometimes... he can be a dumbass and a hypocrite.

"My body…I told you, it moved on it's own. I just saw you in the air and fucking panicked. You were about to die," Katsuki’s voice shakes, “You were about to die, and it was like… like my entire fucking life flashed before my eyes. There was so much I needed to say to you, I couldn't handle the thought of losing you, Izuku. Especially before- before I had the chance to-, " Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and grunts in an effort to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

Katsuki feels Izuku's gentle touch on his cheek again and meets his gaze.

"I know. It's okay. Let's just agree that we're both idiots and try to be better, together. If not for ourselves, then for each other. I can't stand the thought of losing you either, Kacchan," Izuku's eyes are impossibly soft

"I really do appreciate everything you said, Kacchan. It means so much to me. I know it's not easy for you to do that."

"I meant every fucking word," Katsuki says firmly.

"I know. And I forgave you a long time ago, Kacchan. Yeah, things were rocky for a while, but I see you. I see how you've changed, and how much effort you've been putting in. I feel safest and strongest when I'm with you. You're the most amazing person I've ever known, and you always will be."

Izuku's eyes well up with tears again as he smiles, and Katsuki feels like his heart could burst out of his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to Izuku's palm and cups his face, tracing his lips with his thumb.

"You make me stronger," Katsuki stares deep into his eyes.

Katsuki feels his brain short circuit as Izuku presses a gentle, sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. Katsuki holds him there as he pulls away, chasing his lips with his own.

This kiss is softer and less hurried, but just as passionate. They're completely enveloped in each other as they revel in the fact that this is real. There’s nowhere in the world either of them would rather be. Katsuki didn’t realize just how badly he needs Izuku until he was gone, and thinks that, maybe, Izuku feels the same way.

It feels like it’s been an eternity when they slowly break apart, and Katsuki can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

Izuku lays his head on Katsuki's chest and cuddles up to his side. Katsuki idly strokes his back, just relishing the moment.

Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

"I don't mind if- uh, if you keep calling me Deku, by the way," Izuku mutters..

"You don't like it when I say your name?"

"No! No, that's not it- I mean it is a little weird, but uh- I like it? Hearing it in your voice, I mean," Izuku rambles on, and Katsuki finds that he's even missed that too.

"I just, um, I mean- Deku is fine too. It has a different meaning for us both now, you know? It stopped being an insult a long time ago. And, uh, it feels, um...special, I guess? I don't know. My point is, either is fine. I don't want you to feel like...like you're disrespecting me, or something," Izuku's face is bright red as he notices Katsuki smirking at him.

"You're such a nerd," Katsuki laughs when Izuku scowls, and presses a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want me to call you.”

“Either is good. I promise.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see then, huh?”

"Yeah," Izuku smiles, then his brows furrow and he pauses. "Katsuki."

They both frown and Katsuki shakes his head.

"Nope. Too weird. I'd rather be Kacchan forever,” Katsuki grimaces.

“I think so too,” Izuku laughs.

"You should sleep, nerd." Katsuki murmurs.

"Mm, yeah,” Izuku yawns, “You should too, Kacchan."

"Yeah, yeah."

"But you'll still be here when I wake up, right?" Izuku looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief and snuggles closer.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow is gonna be hard."

"Nah. I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything funny. Like I said, we'll get through this.”

"Together?"

"Together."

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bonus:

Sunlight is filtering through the blinds of the room's tiny window when Katsuki awakens. He feels more rested than he has in ages. Izuku is still curled up at his side with his head on his chest, snoring softly, and Katsuki can’t help but smile.

“Nice, bro!” someone whispers from the doorway. Katsuki’s head whips up to see Shitty Hair and Sparky, grinning at him with their thumbs up.

Katsuki is filled with white hot rage as his face flushes. If it wasn't for the fact that Izuku has him pinned, he would beat the shit out of those assholes.

“See ya, loverboy!” Kaminari whistles as they bolt out of the room.

Oh, they are dead meat when Katsuki’s hands are free.

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A/N: I wrote this while listening to "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie and "Make You Mine (acoustic)" by PUBLIC-highly recommend them if you're looking to yearn lmao

The large block of italicized text is meant to be a flashback- I hope that was clear :')

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BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Her fear is much too satisfying to ever feel the need to actually hurt her. He’s still a sadist, don’t get me wrong, however laying off the physical pain and preying on the emotional side of things. 

I can take and do whatever I fucking want with you, whenever I want, and you can do nothing to stop me, Pumpkin.

However, his temper will always get the best of him despite him constantly fighting against it. The sad truth is, he doesn’t want to hurt her, he really doesn’t, but a lack of self-control is something that will always burden Katsuki. Where ignoring his building frustrations only get the best of him in the end. 

Do you think I want to hurt you?! Well, I don’t! I fucking hate it!

He will stick to threatening for the most part, discouraging bad behavior as it arises. Seemingly unaffected by most of it, given his paramount strength in contrast to his darling, he manages to ignore most of her transgressions and settle for simply ridiculing her pathetic efforts, and doing so with perverted delight. His cock growing heavy and warm at the feel of her meek struggles. In short words: refusal will be met with salacious mockery. 

Watcha gonna do about it, princess? 

You’re such a crybaby! 

I’d think again, if I were you, sweetheart. 

So cute, so hopelessly adorable, good thing you’re all mine.

Words will set him off faster than actions. Tell him she hates him, she’ll soon be preaching otherwise, his cock pounding her into a silly hot wet cross-eyed mess, feeling foolish for ever even humoring the idea of retaliating. 

What the fuck did you just say, slut? Say that again, I beg you. You’ll regret it, bitch.

Katsuki’s tolerance for unwanted behavior all depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in a nasty mood, where he might just steer his darling into making a bad decision only to give him an excuse to punish her. These will be light punishments, sexual more times than most. He’ll have her bent over his lap, slapping the bare soft plump flesh of her ass again and again until she’s convincing enough in her apology. 

Who owns this ass? Say my name! That’s right, you freak. Mine.

However, other times the smallest thing can set him off, and certainly not in any good way. He’ll be fuming, flames licking up and about his arms, crackles of hellbent fire mingling with his maniacal cackles. She’ll be lucky to come out with minor burns. 

Time to learn your fucking lesson. Time for you to understand who here’s in charge.

However, the times where he’s silent, those times where he’s tired and fed up, those are the times she should really fear. Where he’ll be taunting like some haunting ghost, playing with her, perhaps opening the locked outer-door only to find satisfaction in hunting her down and dragging her back to do it all over again. 

I’ll give you a reason to cry. 

Continue to scream, and I’ll do it again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi doesn’t ever need to punish his darling too severely because his presence is an intimidating enough detergent on its own, encouraging her to stay away from doing anything too reckless. He looks like the onset of death, it’s only logical for her to think he might be as well. 

Waddya look so scared for, Doll? I haven’t even done anything yet.

However, he won’t shy away from making it clear who’s in charge, something of which he’ll do from the get-go. But again, the fact is in-mistakeable whence he’s large and lanky form towers over her, smiling that crooked grin that have his skin stretching in stiches and staples. Leathery fingers brushing over sensitive areas, cyan eyes intently watching her every move. 

That’s right, Babygirl, you know your place. Don’t make me remind you.

Besides he’ll sprinkle a couple path-keeping scares here and there, as in: he’ll correct behavior while she’s committing the crime and prove how idiotic her reluctance really is. Seeing how he’s much larger and much stronger than her, fighting truly is futile. He’ll make it clear she’s being foolish, lacing his words with condescension as he scolds her as though she were a child, while making her bounce up and down the length of his cock. 

Silly little doll, thinks she has an actual fighting chance. You’re adorable, Pumpkin.

For the most part he’ll just ignore when she refuses him or fights him, it’s not like her pathetic struggles can do anything to stop him. In fact, he quite enjoys it in some malicious sadistic sense. How her delicious little wiggles have trembles running pleasantly up his spine, nestling somewhere in the bulging tip of his cock. 

You’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.

In some ways he’ll actually encourage misbehavior. Leaving her just enough freewill, just enough room to fight back, constantly egging her on and provoking her to retaliate either physically or verbally. 

Babydoll, so feisty today. Try that again, why dontcha?

As far as punishments actually go, they’ll never leave out the element of pleasure. Spanking is always fun, hearing her scream his name over and over until it leaves her wet lips like a broken cry. Whilst gifting as well as reprimanding her with thumbprint scorch-mark hearts never gets old either. 

Such a crybaby. Come one, cry some more for me, Angel.

Dabi is not the one to snap. He’s very calm, collected, reserved, calculating. Therefore, when his darling crosses the line, as in escapes, he’ll have punishments instore for her, punishments containing of her on her knees sucking his dick like her life is on the line, however… he’ll never go any farther. His darling is precious, he can’t have her getting damaged beyond repair. 

Let’s get you home, where you belong, Buttercup.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura will try to avoid threats and punishments altogether, knowing how his guilt will ultimately defeat the purpose of correcting his darling’s behavior. He wants to be happy when with his darling, and nothing but happy, but that won’t be possible if he serves as a constant reminder of dread to his darling with the display of fear ever so prominent and gut-wrenching in her eyes. 

Don’t look so scared when I’m around. I won’t hurt you.

However, that doesn’t mean he’ll resist his carnal desires. He will resist in hurting her when she tries to fend him off, but he’ll still bury his dick deep inside her and hold her down as he starts rocking his hips sharply into the underside of her thighs, the slap of skin on skin echoing in his barren room. 

You feel so good… just relax, I’ll make you feel good too.

He’ll lie more often than not as opposed to spouting threats. Promises upon promises, all bound to break. All in an effort to calm his darling down or to build some unstable trust in their relationship. 

I’m not gonna hurt you. 

You’re safe here.

He gets more annoyed than actually mad, her efforts mediocre against his lanky slender fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists. Giving mere half-hearted vocal corrections as he keeps her still for his cock to abuse. 

Give up already. 

Stop fighting. 

You’re only wasting your energy.

But… he walks on constant eggshells. He will try to ignore her unwanted retaliation to the best of his capability and reel in the reigns of his temper, but he’s prone to snap at some point, knowing there lies a dormant yearning to touch her in more vile ways than one. 

Careful now, don’t tempt me.

He’ll try to the very best of his efforts to be soft and understanding, not realizing before it’s too late that his actions only aided in watering the seeds of his darker desires, soon to be blooming with all hell breaking loose. 

I’m a monster? Who’s fucking fault is that?

He’s easily vexed. He doesn’t enjoy her crying and will try to make it stop immediately. Screaming is even worse, piercing his ears making him scratch at his neck frantically. 

Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! Stop, or I’ll give you a reason to cry.

But, the worst is when she runs. He’ll keep her locked in his room for the most part, but sometimes she’ll manage to sneak away and get lost in her attempt to find her way out of the compound he’s situated her in. He doesn’t enjoy any part of it. Running after her in empty rundown hallways like some monster in a horror-game. Catching her and hugging her close, dragging her back into his cold dark dreary room. 

Don’t even look at the door. I don’t want to feel like you’re trying to run away from me again. 

Wherever you go, I will find you, and bring you back… even if I have to drag you by your hair.

He’s a sore loser as well. He’s basically a child and will throw a temper tantrum when she beats him in a videogame. This will call for punishment, however he won’t call it that, he’ll call it another game, a game he knows she’s got no chance of winning. 

You think you can beat me? 

I’ll show you who’s boss.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Here’s one that rarely feels a need to punish his darling, mostly because he finds her struggles absolutely adorable when she’s trying to fend off either his mind-control or his scarf. 

How precious, Kitty thinks she has a choice. 

You’re so cute when you’re struggling.

But, she can choose to look at it as a punishment when he ties every inch of her body up in tight rope and spreads her thighs so far apart she doesn’t even have room to tremble when he slides his cockhead up and down the slick of the velvety folds on her exposed pussy. 

You’re such a pretty little thing, tied up like that, Kitten.

He will threaten her though, if only to see her squirm in discomfort beneath him. See her lips quiver as her mind reels upon his words, her eyes spiraling in complete chaos, not knowing what to expect. 

Pussy on a platter, where should I start? I love playing with my food.

Not much can actually anger him, but silence, cold-dreaded pin-drop deafening silence that racks at his mind, that can really bring out the eerie viciousness dwelling inside him. 

Kitty, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer. 

Remember the last time you didn’t listen to me?

His lessons leaving her psyche crumbling in their wake. Fucked completely silly, his words rummaging through her mind, ordering her to cum again and again and again and one more time for master. 

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re begging for me to take control. 

Let me show you what happens to little kittens who don’t follow the rules.

True punishments will lack all forms of fun, coming in the form of utter solitude. He knows how ferally and how painfully deep loneliness bites. He’ll leave her alone for days if not weeks in complete abandonment, starving her at times, simply waiting for as long as it takes before she comes crawling back to him. 

You must be truly desperate to come to me for comfort, Kitten. I was beginning to think you were incapable of learning.

Saying the wrong thing will also set him off, even more so than silence. He loves noise. She can call him anything, yell and scream and cry until her lungs feel like they’re bleeding, and he won’t mind, but… call him a villain… don’t be surprised when he acts like one. 

People warned you about me, didn’t they? Calling me a villain. Should’ve listened… look where you are now.

She never even saw it coming, him and his large hands, how easily they could bruise and choke and scar when truly motivated. 

What? You thought you were gonna get away with that? Think again.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo deals out punishment as he sees fit. He’ll punish the crime when it’s being committed. Crimes ranging from ignoring him to saying the wrong thing to saying the right thing with the wrong attitude. But when the punishment is dealt, he’ll forget the whole ordeal ever happened, never dwelling on the past, never holding a grudge and always, constantly talking about the future. 

I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile. 

I love you, Dove. Just let me love you and perhaps you’ll learn how to love me too someday.

He will grow frustrated and impatient though, and that aggression will bubble up and escape his grip on it at times. But, he’ll yell more than anything, yell and cry and kiss and lick and slobber all over her, pinning her wrists to her sides and hugging her with his massive wings, suffocating her in crimson. 

Say you love me. Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me. Just pretend, only for a little while. Please, Dove.

He’ll humor other forms of making her more lenient. He’ll wash her hair, message her, carry or fly her places, even though she recoils back and flinches with every touch his calloused fingertips adorn her silky-smooth body with. 

Maybe branding you will help.

He has this theory that sex will bring them closer and excuses his advances with this belief each time she starts sobbing when he pries her legs open to plant his sloppy warm worming tongue between them. 

I can make you feel so good, Dove, you just gotta let me. 

Don't be so difficult, I'm doing this for you!

His real violent nature lies dormant however. It’ll only come out when she crosses the line of trying to leave him. His wings will turn razor-sharp and she’ll catch herself in the heat of her regret, missing the time he would wrap them around her ever so softly and cry into her chest. Now, he’s baring his teeth, feathers coming to slice through her skin as a punishment of a million cuts. 

What’s wrong with you!? 

Don’t you dare fucking try it, you know you can’t outrun me.

He’ll feel really bad afterwards, cleaning every wound, embalming them with cooling salves, kiss and apologize for each and every one, but on the inside, he can feel the crawling feeling of contentment linger. Seeing her so catatonically compliant is refreshing and such a well-needed break form the exhaustion of fighting all the time. 

I’m so sorry, Angel. I love you so much. You know that, right?

She barely flinches when he decides to get in the bath with her, and when he comes to message the anxiety from out of her back he can feel the slight shift of her leaning into the touch. His protective mode fades as he holds her close, and the pure earth-shattering woeful relief comes wafting over the residue of his fear of losing her, leaving him in a fit of rather ugly sobbing. 

Nothing. Without you, Angel, I’m nothing.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Izuku acts oblivious to undesired behavior and retaliation. He will very much be aware of it all, yet he believes making her feel safe is paramount. So, he’ll forgive all her nasty words, and respect her wish to keep the intimacy to a minimum. In fact, the only time he sees her completely naked is in the bath, where he actually lets her do most of her own washing. 

You’re safe here, Darling.

Other than that, he’ll coo and explain as much as he sees fit when she asks her bitter questions, however… there will always be the slight irking presence of self-righteous condescension. 

Cruel, terrible people live out there, Sweetie, people who want to hurt you. 

You’re lucky I’m so nice. Anyone else would’ve taken advantage of you and done something horrible, by now.

Although Izuku is a patient guy, he can easily see when something isn’t progressing. Good thing he has plenty of methods to make things go his way. While making her feel safe was plan A, Plan B is not as forgiving. If a soft touch isn’t to her liking, then perhaps a firm touch is what she needs. 

I know it hurts, Honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do as I say.

She’ll wake up with her wrists and ankles tied snuggly together, face in the pillow and her exposed tender tight little pussy raised to the high skies, all for Izuku to touch and feel and suck on. 

Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again, now would we?

He’ll be cooing her all the while when she cries out for him to stop, as well as landing a sharp painful blood-curdling smack against the plump dome of ass nudged up and pressing against his throbbing cock. 

I think this is what we needed, Baby, for both of us to be reminded of who’s in charge.

He’s far from ever causing her any real pain though, settling for claiming her tight little hole again and again until she eventually understands where she belongs and who she belongs with, or to. 

That’s right, Honey. I love you, you don't need anything or anyone but me.

He will eerily threaten her when finding her doing something not to his liking. For example: picking at the locks on her handcuffs when he leaves the room. 

What do you think you’re doing, Sweetie? 

Give up, Honey. 

I’m gonna count to three, Sweetheart.

However, with the sheer strength and adept abilities Izuku is in possession of, he can never truly feel threatened by his darling, and a fear of her leaving fades more and more when he proves time and time again how very impossible it is for her to ever manage such a thing. He’s good at assuring himself she’ll never leave, and therefor he should only spend time making those good memories instead of those foul ones. 

No need to be scared, Sweetie. I’m gonna take good care of you, like I always do.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai is larger than life when it comes to threats. He puts all his assets into making them clear. Godly golden orbs and hellishly black pupils staring menacingly down into her swirling glossy puppy-dog eyes. Fingers digging manicured talons into her soft and tender cheeks, the feeling of buzzing on his fingertips, threatening to dissolve what found beneath them. Words spoken like the eerie calm found in the massive dark of fog-strewn forests. 

I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, Darling. Say you’re sorry, and perhaps I’ll forgive you.

Kai will threaten and promise his darling a life of pain is she ever to disobey him, however… he’s all bark and no bite, never having the heart to follow through on his promises. Not after seeing how sorry she is. Seeing the look of utter tearful fear in her eyes, he cannot help but think that there can be no harm in forgiving her. 

You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. 

Count yourself lucky. I won’t be as forgiving next time you decide to misbehave.

He soon comes to the conclusion, or comforts himself with the thought, that due to his darlings chaotic and clumsy nature, she’s in fact incapable of following his restrictions. 

Such a clumsy mess you are, Darling. Unable to follow the simplest of commands.

Besides, he’s come to find her forgetfulness quite endearing, understanding or choosing to believe that she doesn’t disobey to spite him. If anything, it’s a constant reminder of how in need she is of his protection. 

Such a hopeless fragile little thing. How grateful you must be to have me to protect you from your own mishaps.

Chisaki will threaten first of all, biting his own tongue when the time comes to follow through on said threats after never seeing a proper lasting change in obedience in his darling’s behavior. He always tells himself that her actions should be reprimanded sooner rather than later, but those large eyes and that frail body he uses to warm himself each night has a way of strumming his heartstrings. 

Please don’t do anything to upset me, Darling. The mess wouldn’t be good for either of us.

He does have his limits though. She crosses the line when she ends up hurting herself with her clumsiness. Tripping when running away from him, falling out the window when trying to escape, cutting herself when throwing broken shards of glass his way, getting dirt and all sorts of bacteria to infect her wounds. 

Look what you’ve done now, Darling.

He figures his quirk is the only safe measure there is to correct his darling’s behavior. Safe to pull her apart and safe to put her back together again, and again and again and again with little sympathy battling his fascination. 

Run, cry, scream; you’re simply dancing in the palm of my hand. You only have yourself to blame.

TODOROKO SHOTO

Shoto doesn’t view his darling as something to control, at least not on a regular basis. And because of this, he doesn’t see punishment, in its term, as something he has a right to exert on his darling when she fights back. He doesn’t view himself as a master correcting his pet. Admiring her efforts over feeling vexation because of them. 

So much life in you, little one.

Freewill and passion he’ll put no chains on, but pain, however, is no unfamiliar pastime for his darling nonetheless. Shoto views pain as a pleasure, as a luxury, as a lifeline. 

Don’t think of it as a punishment, Snowflake, it’s more a lesson of appreciation. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.

When his darling is being particularly impossible, he’ll blame himself over her, knowing how it’s his fault that he can’t properly please her. Figuring more of his attention and care is in order of need, something of which he will happily oblige her with. 

Is my little blizzard feeling lonely?

He’ll have her over his lap in no time, exchanging what fingers on what hand he uses when tickling the soft sensitive spot found between her thighs, going from hot to cold and steamy and feverish. 

Is this what you wanted, Snowball? All you needed is ask. I’ll give you what you need.

But, during their more unorthodox sessions, Shoto is strict. He has to be, in order to give them both what they supposedly need. Shoto believes his darling needs his firm hand as much as his soft touch, she needs balance, whereas he needs someone to apply his balance to. 

Be a good little firecracker for me and hold still.

However, he still doesn’t view it as punishment per se. He believes his darling is asking for the applied pain when disobeying his commands, therefore the pain is something she wants more of, something she’s begging for. 

Don’t move, Crystal. 

My little snowstorm, I told you. Don’t move…

He can get angry however. Not by words, knowing how many times he screamed at his father in the fit of his rage, never genuinely meaning any of the spiteful words he’d say, he knows his darling doesn’t mean anything by them either. 

It’s okay, Wildfire. You’re just frustrated. Let me help you.

But escape… escape is a fragile topic and any attempts on achieving it will be met with stone-cold nonchalant wrath. Safe to say she won’t ever try leaving him again, not if she wants more of those irredeemable frostbite burns across her soft skin. 

You think you know pain? I’ll make you long for something as sweet as pain.

Shoto doesn’t easily forgive. He doesn’t easily forget. He doesn’t easily cope at all in any healthy way. And he definitely doesn’t easily trust after being betrayed. He might just do something brash in his strive to feel comfortable again, or else the prickling feeling of uncertainty will linger about beneath his skin. Paranoia is a better word for it. 

You think you can just up and leave? Think again, Snowball. 

You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere without me. I’ll have you crippled before that happens. Mark my words, Icicle.

His flexibility regarding the amount of freewill his darling possessed will change drastically after his trust is broken. Chains are a great reassurance he’s come to find, and if she ever finds a way out of those as well… bones will break. 

I didn’t want this, Snowfall, but… I must say… you do look your best when you’re at my mercy.

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can i request Bakugou and 47?

Sure!  You didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or angst, so I went with angst because... well... this dialogue prompt is dripping with it.  This turned into another big one, just under 1600 words. 

On the upside, I’m learning that I’m much more wordy with angst than I am with fluff (a little self discovery happening here).  On the downside...

Dis is gonna hurt.

47. “Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

“We need to talk.” Katsuki said.

The two of you sat across from each other at the dining table, but the distance felt like an ocean separating you. Vast.  Infinite.  Impossible to cross.

Those words… those dreaded words.  Everyone knew those words never carried anything good in them.

It also didn’t help that he avoided looking you in the eyes, his face pulled into a frown.  Not the grumpy frown he normally wore either. This one came from deep roots, from something that had been troubling him for some time.  It had twisted around his heart with thorny vines, locking it in a cage as it fed him dark fruit, poisoning his thoughts.

Your mouth was dry as you struggled to keep the panic from your voice.  “Okay…”

There was a long pause as Katsuki mustered the courage to say what he’d rehearsed countless times.  Even then, the words fell out in a rush, clumsy and rude.  “We should stop seeing each other.”

You knew the words were coming, but it did nothing to lessen their blow.  You felt like you were drowning.  You stared at the wood grain on the table, your vision blurring as tears immediately began to slip down your cheeks.  You wiped them away quickly with your hand. 

“Why?” you asked.

Katsuki clenched his hands together on the table. You stared at them, longing to hold them.

“Shit, Y/N… don’t make this harder than it has to be…” he muttered.

Your eyes shot up to pin him with an angry glare. “Me?  I’m not the one ending our relationship.  If you want to break up, I can’t stop you.  But the least you can do is give me the courtesy of telling me why.”

Shame filled him and he broke eye contact with you. You had a point.  You certainly didn’t ask for this.  And he should have known better than to think this would be anything but a clean, mutual separation. He ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair.  Shit.

“I don’t have time for a relationship.” He said. “I just want to focus on myself for a while.

His words didn’t surprise you… you always knew he was very career-oriented, with an almost obsessive, single-minded focus.  And the two of you had been growing apart, lately. He was working longer hours, and when he was able to see you, he was often too tired to talk or really spend time with you outside of watching TV.  But you had been patient with him, giving him space, and respecting the demands his life was putting on him.  It was wearing on you, more than you wanted to admit to yourself, but you had definitely never said anything to him about it.  You were willing to wait for him, to not stand in his way or ask for more than he was willing to give. You had hoped that all of that self-sacrifice would be enough.  That the pain you were putting yourself through by being with him would eventually pay off once he reached his dreams.

But now… none of that mattered anymore.  Was it really all for nothing?

Anger flared in you. You stared at your hands, balled into tight fists in your lap, as your tears dripped onto them. “If that’s how you feel, then why did you even get involved with me?” you demanded.

Katsuki ground his teeth together in frustration. “Because I thought I could do both, okay?”

“I never asked anything of you.  I’ve done nothing but support you.” You stated.

“Don’t you think I know that?” he retorted, his voice raised slightly.  “Do you think I like knowing that I can only give you the bare minimum?  Do you think I like knowing that I can’t make you happy?”

“Whoever said I wasn’t happy?” you huffed.

“Tch. Don’t lie to me. You think I can’t hear the disappointment in your voice when I have to cancel our dates, or when I have to work late? You think I don’t notice when you hide away in the bathroom at night to cry, after you think I’ve fallen asleep?”

The words hurt to say, but they hurt you more to hear.  You stared at him, stunned.  He wasn’t supposed to notice those things.  He was supposed to be asleep when you snuck out of bed on those nights.  And if he was awake, why didn’t he ever come and hold you?  Why didn’t he ever try to come comfort you?

Why did he let you feel alone?

“You know I hate failing at anything.  And I’ve failed you most of all.” He muttered with his head hung low.  “Let’s face it, Y/N… I’m a shitty boyfriend, and you deserve better.”

It wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t fair how he was in pain, when you were the one who needed comfort. It wasn’t fair that he still seemed to care about you, but not enough to love you.  Not enough to try harder… not enough to keep you.

You couldn’t stand to be in the same space with him.  You stood up from the table and moved to the couch in the living room, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively, a vain attempt at keeping yourself together as you felt your world unraveling.  You wanted to fall apart.  You wanted to scream, to cry, to bang your fists onto something.  But all you could do was sit there, letting the empty ache overtake you as his words bounced around in your mind, cutting out every bit of hope you had hidden away.

He was right.  Deep down, you knew he was right.  You did deserve better.  But you didn’t want better.  You wanted him.

You had thought that he would have left you there like that.  Either retreat to his room or leave the apartment entirely, staying away until you’d managed to gather your things and leave.  But instead, he came over and sat next to you on the couch.

Katsuki hated this.  He hated confessing to his inability give you what you needed.  He hated it even more knowing that he couldn’t change it, couldn’t be better.  He had tried… whether you ever noticed it or not, he had tried.  But the sadness in your eyes never left, and the longer it went on, the more he hated himself.  And eventually… well, eventually he just stopped trying.  He had given up.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said.  Finally.  The first words out of his mouth that he didn’t immediately hate.

“I know.” You whispered. You wiped at your wet cheeks with a tissue before balling it up into your hand.

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah?”

“Were you ever happy with me?” you asked softly.

His garnet eyes widened. Your question cut him deep, but he couldn’t be angry at you for asking it.  Why wouldn’t you question his feelings for you, after all he’d said?  All he’d done?  Without thinking it through, he took your hand in his calloused palm.

“Of course I was.” He replied.

“But it wasn’t enough?” you asked.

“…I guess not.”

You leaned against him with your head against his shoulder, your fingers twined in his.  His body stiffened.

“Y/N…” you could hear the hesitation in his voice, the warning.

“Please… I just need you to hold me.” You whispered, as more tears dripped down your nose.

He hesitated, the pull of your touch, threatening to drag him back into uncertainty. “I…”

You looked up at him.  Your tears had momentarily stopped, but your eyes were red, your lashes wet.  “I’m not asking you to change your mind.  But please… give me time to say goodbye.”  You rested your head back onto his shoulder.  “Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

He couldn’t say no to you.  Not after those words, not with that look on your face. He wrapped his arms around you.  God, it felt good to hold you.  But he steeled his heart, cemented his resolve.  He could do this.  He could give you this one thing, even if it hurt him to do it.  It was the least you deserved.

“Okay.” He whispered.

But the night was anything but normal.  It was anything but okay.  There was no way to pretend, not with everything out in the open and sunrise lurking like a ticking time bomb beneath the horizon.  Sometimes you cried.  Sometimes you didn’t.  Little was said.

Katsuki held you nearly the entire night.  First on the couch, and the later in bed.  But no kisses were shared, no soft words of affection, no gentle touches.  And no matter how tightly he held you, the ache never dissipated.  It never got easier.  The curtain was already drawn, the decision made; all that came after was a courtesy, a final gesture of kindness in the mourning of what was already broken.

Katsuki had finally drifted off in the early morning hours, exhaustion dragging him down into slumber.  But sleep evaded you, and come sunrise, you were true to your word. While he slept, you left the warmth of his arms to gather your things and left, leaving your heart behind you.

Katsuki woke to the sound of the front door latching closed and laid there for a moment before finally sitting up in his bed. The silence was deafening, the emptiness suffocating.  Your side of the bed was already cold.  He put his head in his hands as the emotions he’d been forcing back all night finally bubbled forth. 

You were gone.

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Let It Go

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Mistakes Were Made | Next

Your mother was an acquaintance to you; someone who you bonded with on the meer coincidence of them being in the same room as you. There was faint memories of her in your head, most of them blurring together because you two did one thing when you were together: shop. After she married your dad, she became a stay at home mom that was never home once you were no longer breast fed. Jun, your personal maid, was your primary caretaker as you grew up despite the fact that she hated children. Often, you’d forget you even had a mother until you find your way around the house to the common room where she might be on her way to her next adventure and invite you.

Still, when the dust settled after your pregnancy she showed you that she was more on your side than you thought. Not much, but enough to be able to call her when you needed answers only she could give you.

“You’ve become so fragile, I have no idea where all this anxiety you have stems from, but it couldn’t have been your father and I.” Your mother stated bluntly as you let her into your home.

You chuckled dryly but couldn’t rebuttal — your face was puffy from crying and there were bags under your eyes from lack of sleep. It looked like you could drop at any moment, so her observation was fair. It wasn’t like you expected anything less than brutal honesty from her, she had been criticizing you since you were a kid. If it wasn’t for her, you probably never would have put up with Katsuki’s behavior. You still wondered if she had you to have an occasional shopping partner, or just to appease your father.

“Where’s the child?” She asked as she examined your house for signs of him coming.

“If he was here I wouldn’t have invited you. You know that.” You said pointedly, plopping down on your couch and letting her run her fingers across the wall to soak in the minor details of your house.

The most contact she had with you since your absence was the rare phone call or text, but you never invited her into your home. You always believed that would be inviting your past back in and letting it hurt you again.

Obviously, the past refused to be kept under wraps whether you willingly invited it to your door or not.

Your mother sighed, “you’ve grown so much but so little. I’m going to assume that boy came back, right? The one that caused all this mess?” You only nodded in response, holding yourself tightly on the couch as if you were trying to keep all your pieces together. “Frankly, I’m disappointed. . You raised a bastard child on your own, you went from running around like some street urchin to creating a company designed to create opportunities for those quirk freaks, and yet you still can’t let go of such a small-“

“It was my life, mom. I wanted to be all of their friends and love them for who they were: kids who just wanted to save people and help the ones they cared about. Bakugou meant everything to me, and you both had to know that to bribe him to stay with me for so long. You love people the way you want them to love you, that’s something I learned on my own, and I applied that to every single person I could.” You looked her in her golden eyes with your own glistening with the tears you thought had run dry long before she got here.

“You know what he called me? A spoiled princess who didn’t know what it was like to not get what she wanted, like me wanting him to love me back was a car or a new purse,” you let out another dry laugh as a tear fell. “That’s what it felt like to be your daughter too, you know. That’s what it felt like to be alive and in dad’s shadow. So when I had Ryu. . this little baby boy who I had to fight tooth and nail to keep. . I did everything I could to show him that I loved him, because I didn’t want him to wake up one day and realize no one in this world loved him as much as he loved them like I did. It isn’t fair that all it takes is Katsuki showing up to turn him against me! None of this is fair!”

You’d never seen your mother cry, she was always smiling, either snarkily or cheerily, and if not she was capable of showing neutrality. Not even as she watched you be dragged into your doorstep did she even frown, and she barely twitched your lips when you were in the hospital. Maybe it was because you rarely saw her in the first place, but you truly believed she swore off certain emotions.

It was no surprise that she could listen to you pour your heart out about the emotional abuse and neglect you faced; she wasn’t capable of feeling sorry for you. That fact hurt when Katsuki left and she didn’t care to comfort you, it hurt when you told them you were pregnant and she only looked away when your father dragged you out onto the lawn when you refused to abort it, but there was no more pain left for you to feel from her. No, you needed her to be this way in this moment.

Your mother paused before she spoke again, but when she found the words she was looking for she wasted not another second. “I don’t know what your father taught you exactly, but I know for sure he taught you that nothing in this life is fair. Things will never go your away unless you make them, or have you forgotten that time he made three small businesses go bankrupt when they refused to merge with his company?”

“I-“

“I’m not here to listen to you whine about your simple-minded father, Y/N! You said you wanted to be better than us and give him better, but where is he now? You prattle on about how I didn’t love you and how I wasn’t there for you, but your son needs you now and you’re sitting in this garage of a home crying about your childhood.” She lectured you with her voice so even and condescending that you flinched slightly.

‘Is she right? . . I always say I’m moving on from my past, but I always keep it in the back of my mind and let those memories play in mind instead of accepting it as something I’d never be able to change. . I treated Katsuki and Mina with the past in mind, and that lead to all of this. What happened to me wasn’t fair, but she’s right: nothing in life is fair. The best thing I could do for me and my son is to move on even if you still don’t trust them.’

You stood from the couch and wiped your tears away, moving past your mother down the hall to your bedroom to change. “Excuse me, I have to go get my son. You can show yourself out,” you waved her off.

Your mother watched you walk away with a warmth filling her chest that she hadn’t felt in years. A small — real — smile was on her lips, but she’d never tell you how much love she had for you now. It was too late for her to turn back the hands of time and be a real mother, the one you deserved, but it wasn’t too late for you.

“There’s nothing like a mother’s love,” she chuckled as she walked out the door.

“I really can’t believe it,” Kirishima said as he watched Ryu run around Katsuki’s apartment without pause.

It took some time for Ryu to stop crying when Katsuki finally got him to his apartment — mostly because he didn’t know what the hell to do to calm him down — but when he finally took his mind off of Y/N, he became focused on asking Katsuki questions again. From how he beat certain villains, to what his favorite color was. Katsuki somehow kept calm with the miniature version of himself, letting him talk and answering all his questions while making them both dinner. His natural observant nature helped him pick up on small things Ryu would do that would indicate what he wanted when he was too preoccupied to tell him, like how he unconsciously rubbed his stomach when he got hungry.

When he finally got tired, Katsuki took him to one of his spare bedrooms in his large apartment, helping him get comfortable on the large bed after changing him into the pajamas he had packed himself. Ryu still didn’t let him leave to get his own sleep, asking him to stay until he was fully asleep, and he couldn’t say no and risk him crying all over again. So he stayed well into the night until he was sure that he was asleep and slipped into his own bed, long after what he usually would every night.

Katsuki could remember his mother yelling about all she had to put with when he was little, but he never imagined he’d be doing these things himself. Especially not getting up early to exercise before his son woke up so he could make him breakfast, or watching a miniature version of himself sleep to make sure he was breathing.

It scared him how easily he adapted, but most of all, it scared him how happy he was to be doing it all. His world centered around him only just a few days ago, now Ryu and you occupied his thoughts. It was clear to Bakugou, and to everyone who had the displeasure of getting too close to him, that there was no room for a domestic lifestyle, but here he was with the son he never wanted taking care of him as if he’d been there since birth.

Kirishima had come over awhile after Ryu had finished eating — a much harder task than Bakugou thought of it would be due to the fact that Ryu thoroughly enjoyed making a mess with syrup and eggs — when he found out his friend had taken off work for an unforeseen amount of time, which was highly unusual since Katsuki usually worked beyond what he was asked too. Often overshadowing other smaller heroes by taking down small crime.

He expected for his best friend to be sick to the point where he couldn’t stand — the only reason he wouldn’t put his hero costume on — but instead he was greeted by two Bakugous when the door opened; both healthy and unscathed.

It was safe to say that Eijiro was more than a little surprised to hear the explanation to how Katsuki had constructed another version of himself. Even more so surprised to find out that it wasn’t some robot, and Katsuki actually had actually touched another human being in a non-harmful way to create human life.

“You trying to say I’m some freak who can’t have kids?” Katsuki hissed, but the threat was barely there since he was more focused on watching Ryu’s every movement than fighting Eiji.

Kirishima laughed, “of course not. It just didn’t seem like something you ever wanted. You never expressed any interest in ladies, not even when Y/N was around, but I guess you’re just a private guy.” His smile faltered as a he thought, “I wish you would have told me something though, I didn’t even know you and Y/N still talked.”

“Because we don’t . I found out about him a few days ago, and I only just met him yesterday,” Katsuki stated simply.

“... Huh?!”

Katsuki sighed, realizing he’d have to explain this story a lot. “It’s a long story, I’ll explain later with the rest of those shitty friends of yours.”

Eiji sweat dropped, “they’re your friends too.”

“Dad doesn’t have friends! He’s too busy saving people and kicking butt!” Ryu suddenly interjected, coming between Kirishima and Bakugou since they sat on separate couches. “Everyone knows heroes like you guys only have time to do hero work!” He leaned forward towards Kirk and whispered, “I heard you don’t even have time to poop.”

Once again, Eiji sweatdropped.

“I don’t know about all that, little man. . but where’s your mom?” He decided to ask the child himself, but quickly realized that was a bad idea by the angered face of Katsuki behind the child.

“She-“

A knock at the door interrupted the child and his attention was instantly shifted to who was behind it, running as fast as he could to the door with Katsuki behind him warning him not to open it since he didn’t know who it was. Ryu waited beside Katsuki as he opened the door, and watched as his father’s resting anger face turned puzzled.

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I was coming, but I think you’re babysitting hours are over.”

A/N: If you guys continue to be so nice to me and my story I will have no choice but to kiss you all on the forehead. I hope you enjoy, and I love all your comments🥺❤️! This will be your last chance to added tot he taglist before it’s closed, make sure to tell me before the next chapter!

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#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha #x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha angst #anime x reader #mha katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfics #reblog #bnha au #aged up

[thedevilsfamiliar]

I’m thinking of a BakuDeku story that I want to write but... probably won’t end up doing 😭😂

The concept is that it follows canon- except y’know. Gay. *wheeze* no no- it isn’t until the festival where TodoDeku starts to happen.

Todoroki is definitely grateful to Midoriya- and Izuku is definitely crushing on Shoto

(Cue in Jealous!Katsuki who doesn’t understand why tf he wants Izuku to pay him attention again)

Cue in the soft and blooming romance between Shoto and Izuku- they’re each other’s first relationship (not first love. Katsuki will always be Izuku’s first love)

In the background Katsuki is going through character development of course- he sees how great of a duo Izuku and Shoto make and it... stings. Because that could have been them. If he wasn’t such a damn asshat.

Izuku and Shoto officially going out but keeping it on the downlow- they don’t feel like it’s necessary to broadcast their relationship. Of course, out of anyone Katsuki is the one to notice the immediate difference between the two. The way Izuku’s eyes always seem to gravitate towards Shoto- the way Shoto smiles only for Izuku. (Katsuki ends up breaking something)

But of course this is a Bakudeku story and it’s endgame 🙄

Tododeku would end their relationship on mutual terms- and it’s not because of cheating or abuse or anything like that. Shoto Todoroki is asexual and Izuku doesn’t fall under the ace spectrum. Shoto loves Izuku- don’t get him wrong... but he also knows that he can’t give Izuku that. And Izuku understands. They promise to still be friends. (Is Shoto ace from trauma? No. He’s always been ace- though I feel like he’d fall under the demiromantic spectrum)

Meanwhile, in the background of the fic, Katsuki and Izuku have been mending their relationship (like canon). Katsuki offers to help train Izuku, they have their own inside jokes and have brought back some things from their childhood that truthfully neither thought they’d end up doing again.

At some point during TodoDeku’s relationship Katsuki figured out what the hell he was going through- and came to terms with it. Like canon, he wants to atone before even thinking of standing next to Izuku as equals.

Izuku and Katsuki going out to eat together- their respective squads giving them space because EVERYONE is happy that the two are finally getting along.

Izuku, of course, feels guilty about thinking about his crush on Katsuki and how it’s never left. Sure, sometimes the fire in his chest becomes embers- but it’s still there. The fire never giving out. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s always going to love Katsuki. And that this version of Katsuki is his favorite

Cue in the background villain finally making their appearance (it’s probably Shigaraki) and taking Izuku this time around

The battle is intense, there are unconscious heroes on the ground, the students are all sparced out, Aizawa and Katsuki are standing side by side as Katsuki yells that he lost sight of Izuku (this entire battle the two having become the Wonder Duo, showing instincts neither knew about)

The frantic tone in Katsuki’s voice is the thing that attracts their other classmates- Shoto appearing with burns and asking where Izuku is- Katsuki yelling that he doesn’t know, close to tears “one minute he was there and then- and then he was gone!”

And that’s when boss villain makes a show of taking a captured Izuku, who’s either unconscious or not, while taunting Katsuki for failing to save the thing that mattered the most (to him)

Katsuki being an absolute feral mess and the class all getting fed up with him- telling him to calm down and on strained nerves someone asking why he even cares since Midoriya and him had such a bad relationship (and the rest of the class is silent because they’ve seen how close Katsuki and Izuku have gotten)

And Katsuki just glaring at them and pouring his feelings out for the first time to people who aren’t Izuku. The anger, the frustration, in his tone. The way his voice cracks. He doesn’t say it but everyone can tell that Katsuki loves Izuku.

Cue the search and torture

And eventually Katsuki breaking down the villains walls and letting the pros take care of them as he gathers Izuku into his arms

The softness, the gentleness as he holds the other and promises that he’s here. He’s actually here. This isn’t a dream.

The way Izuku grabs hold of Katsuki’s uniform and begins to cry, clinging on to the other. Katsuki staying silent and holding him.

For an entire week after the rescue the two would be inseparable. Izuku cannot let go of Katsuki and Katsuki is very happy to let the green bean to cling to him. He knows it’s overprotective but... the way Izuku was when they found him... it haunts him. He needs to know that the other is safe.

Them softly admitting to the other that they can’t picture a world without one another. Them laying in bed together talking about their future- their future agency.

Katsuki gathering his courage and eventually asking Izuku out- and Izuku staring at him as he tries to process the words before flailing about and stuttering out a yes

He’d definitely be a flustered green bean who asks Katsuki a butt load of questions concerning how and when did Kacchan realize his feelings

Izuku’s little smile when Katsuki admits to being jealous of Todoroki

Izuku is so proud of how far Katsuki has come. “You’re amazing, Kacchan.”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #writing #my writing #fanfic #from the way this went I’m expecting 60 chartered fic #because it WILL be a slow burn #tododeku but it becomes platonic #bakudeku #bakudeku endgame #dekubaku #decchan #dynadeku #i love a jealous kacchan #wasn’t thinking of adding a bit where Katsuki notices the white patches of hair blooming in Izuku’s hair after the kidnapping #and like implying that it’s NOT like Tomura but more like Touya #as in genetic 👀 #mha #bnha #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya

[league-of-thots]

The Bee’s Knees

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

A/N: pretty happy with how this turned out! pretty nasty though so please read the warnings carefully. thanks @lady-bakuhoe for checking it over!

(sorry for double post it got fucked up on mobile :/)

Warnings: Smut, gun play, violence, dub-con, oral

taglist: @ikinabi, @redbeanteax, @marilla-eldriana, @kittykatkrissa

You’d always had a bit of a boring life. While your friends had been out at speakeasies and dancing with men and woman through the night, you’d had to take care of your little sewing shop. Repairing and making fine clothing you couldn’t afford wasn’t what you’d choose to do if you could, but it was what you had to do to keep yourself fed and safe.

You lived in a decent part of town, although that didn’t stop you from hearing gunshots every few nights between the law and the mafia. But then again, nowhere was completely safe from the mafia, especially with the bosses at the helm now. All of them were young, violent and eager to expand their territory and prove their worth, and the state of the city and surrounding areas were proof of that. But, nothing bad ever really happened to you, so you often ignored it and did what you wanted on your own time.

However, one day your entire life changed just from simply meeting Katsuki Bakugou, one of the new mafia bosses who’d come to power recently.

It had been a normal Tuesday night, except for the fact that you’d ran out of bread. Something so simple and you- albeit annoyed- went to the store despite it already being night. Getting there and getting your bread had been simple, it was getting home that had changed your life.

On a shortcut to get back to your little shop and home as quick as possible, you passed into an alleyway. Where you happened to run into three people, a blonde with his suit all messed up, someone with bright red hair and a lanky black haired man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Oh my god- they were all standing around a bloody and beaten body. You drop your purse in surprise and they all turn around sharply to face you. Not caring that you’d be leaving behind money and belongings, you run as fast as you can the opposite way, trying to get to a main street.

You hear them yelling behind you, telling you to stop but all you can think of is that they’re criminals, worst case they’re mafia, and you need to get away.

But they’re bigger, faster and stronger than you are. The red haired one catches up to you first, and he grabs your arm before you can get more than a block away. You try to scream, but as soon as your mouth opens up, his large hand prevents you from screaming and breathing too. You can hear them muttering about what they should do with you as your air supply is completely depleted and you start to black out.

You return to consciousness in perhaps the worst way possible, your headache from being choked out being exaggerated by the really loud yelling coming from a new man in front of the three you’d seen in the alleyway. You shake your head a little as you get your bearings and realize there's duct tape covering your mouth, and ropes tying your limbs to the chair you’re sat on. You begin screaming but the sound is muffled as because of the restraint covering your lips.

Two of the three glance back in your direction which seems to anger the leader who snaps in their faces and starts to yell at them.

“So you accidentally killed the mark instead of subduing them, and on top of that brought back some fucking worthless extra that now I have to find out what to do with. YOU’RE ALL MORONS. GET OUT!”

The three scurry out of the office and he kicks over a stray chair, cursing loudly and sitting behind his desk. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him. Despite your fear and the obvious lack of self restraint and loud anger he exhibits, you notice he’s gorgeous and has a way of speaking that seems to draw people and energy towards him.

“What are you looking at extra? Hah?” He snaps at you. You just look at him wide eyed and shake your head, showing that you don’t mean anything by it. He snorts and rolls his eyes, and goes back to his paperwork.

You feel incredulous and can’t believe that, after all the fuss he just pulled he straight up ignores the fact that he has a live human captive in his office. You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to get out of here? Your fear was starting to disappear and in its place annoyance was quickly surging up. You were tired, needed to sleep and had to wake up early tomorrow to get your shop in order. Yet you couldn’t even speak to the man because of the tape across your mouth. So you decide to grab his attention, and the first step of that was making as much noise as you could through the gag. Which unfortunately, wasn’t much. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

So you decided to make a larger uproar, and start shaking on your chair - which was great for making noise, however for staying upright, not so much. You clatter to the floor with a loud crash and let out a grunt of pain as your head hits the floor, your vision a bit blurry.

“What the fuck are you doing? Seriously?” The man in charge yells and starts stomping towards you and you wince in fear as he approaches. He pulls you and the chair upright by a firm grip on your hair, close to your scalp. At this point you’re crying from pain and a little bit of fear and embarrassment. “What do you want?” he asks, even though you can’t answer. You just look up to him with watery eyes, fucking helpless in the current situation..

He curses a bit looking at you, “You know I should just get this over and done with and kill you.” he says, almost conversationally. “You saw something you shouldn’t have and I need to tie up the loose ends of my business. Can’t be on top if we’ve gotten ratted out by a little lady y’know.” His grin is sharp, it reminds you of a wolf. Despite the situation and how close you are to death, you can’t help but be aroused by both his determined attitude and gorgeous features.

Suddenly he rips off the tape gagging you, and you let out a sob in response to the quick pain that burns around your mouth. “If you’re going to kill me, why are you playing around with me so much?” you ask, a little confused.

He just lets out a laugh. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve even been around an upstanding lady such as yourself? Your reactions to things are so refreshing, everything's new and terrifying for you.”

You can hear your heart hammering in your throat as he pulls a pistol out of his pocket and holds it up to your forehead. Your eyes cross as you desperately try to keep the muzzle in sight, even if you know that it won’t make a difference.

“I promise I won’t say anything to anyone! I just don’t want to die, I have friends, I have a job, please, please don’t kill me!” You start pleading with him and straining against the restraints on your arms and wrists, crying because these could be the last few moments of your life.

He cocks his head to the side, emotionless, staring down at you from above - the light from a lamp hits his face as it turns, lighting up his blood-red eyes. When he smiles you feel as if you’ve already signed off on your death sentence, until he starts laughing so hard he has to bend over. It’s an ugly cackle but you’re too shocked at the rapid switch in behaviour to do or say anything about it.

“Oh my god- this is actually a great opportunity, I didn’t even think about it really, but - yeah alright. I’ll give you a choice, what’s your name?” he doesn’t wait for a response. “You let me use you how I please right now or die.”

What kind of choice did you have really? This was your only chance to see another sunrise, to see another normal day.

“Alright.” you get out, the word sounding sad and broken as it leaves your lips. At your agreeance, he backs off to his desk, placing the pistol down and opening a few drawers until he finds what he’s looking for. Out he pulls a wooden case. Inside another pistol, but this one is clean, more delicate looking and has a longer muzzle. He pulls some bullets from the case that it was in and loads the gun, one at a time, making eye contact with you.

What could he be doing with that? You think as he slowly walks towards the chair where you’re tied up, eyes stuck on his. He shoves the muzzle into your face.

“Open up sweetheart, this will go easy or fucking hard depending on your actions.” he smirks poking your lips with the barrel. You feel your teeth cutting against your lips as you resolutely close them. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of making this easy for him.

At least that’s what you think until you feel a blooming pain on the side of your cheekbone, the bastard had pistol whipped you and your mouth fell open in a scream. You feel something cold and metal shoved deep into your throat and you gagged harshly.

“I said, fucking OPEN bitch.” he seethes, shoving the gun deeper and you feel your air supply drastically restricted. “Now be a good girl and suck the gun off, my trigger finger is a bit itchy today.”

Sobbing in embarrassment, you begin to bob your head up and down the gun, shaking in fear. You close your eyes rather than have to look at the sick fascination on the man’s face as he sees you work the gun. You know he’s getting hard because of this and as much as you hate the situation you can feel your arousal growing knowing that he’s likely going to fuck you well.

A few minutes pass, the only sounds being wet noises as you blow the gun, the metallic taste of steel taking over your mouth and combined with your fear, making you want to vomit.

“Enough.” he says suddenly, and you drop your mouth open and take deep breaths trying to steady yourself as he takes it out. You open your eyes and feel your heartbeat race as he pulls out a knife in his left hand. You flinch as he brings it to your lower half, but instead of cutting into you, he instead uses it to rip through all your clothing and tears it off. He smirks as he looks at your cunt quivering as the cool air hits it.

“What’s this? Have you been hiding your enjoyment through your tears?” he leans down putting his face near yours and the gun beside up to your head as his fingers ghost across your lower lips. You bite your lip, you’re not allowing yourself to feel pleasured by this. He sees the determination in your eyes and smiles, always excited for any challenge that crosses his path.

He knows he always wins of course.

You feel him enter a calloused finger into your pussy, the slight stretch making you take a sharp breath as he moves it in and out, occasionally curling the digit. Against your will, your body responds to him, hips moving as much as they can while you’re restrained. When he deems you ready, he adds a second in, scissoring them to open you up. His thumb plays with your clit and you let out small whimpers as you feel your core heat up and start to tighten.

“You like me playing with your pretty pussy, don’t you? No matter how much you try to deny it, I can feel you tightening around my fingers, and I can see your eyes start to dilate.” as much as you want to shout that he’s wrong, you know he’s write. You’re not sure if you hate him or yourself more in that moment.

He suddenly pulls his fingers out and looks at you as you whine needily. “Wanna be full again? I have the perfect idea.” he puts the gun on a hook as he takes out the knife again and cuts the restraints on your arms. Immediately you reach to claw at any bit of him you can reach, but he grabs your hands and lets out a tsk in disappointment.

“I thought you were smarter than that. Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” he manages to hold your wrists together in one hand as he gives you a strong backhand across your face with the other, dazing you. Blearily, you realize he’s tied your two wrists together and cut off your leg restraints. He puts your tied arms behind his head and lifts you with one arm, as he picks up the gun once again and brings you to sit on his lap in his large leather desk chair.

He leans back with a self satisfied sigh as he moves his legs to spread yours further apart, watching as some of your juices drip out of your cunt.

“I want you to listen very carefully,” he says lowly, his voice a growl in your ear that makes you shiver. “What’s going to happen is that I’m going to put this pretty loaded gun up your pussy, and you’re going to get yourself off. If you can’t do that within a couple minutes, I might get impatient and pull the trigger. Got it, sweetheart?”

What else can you do but nod? You have no idea if you can even get yourself off only on penetration with the fear holding you stiff, but if you want to live you’re going to have to do it somehow. You clench in surprise as the cool metal is ruthlessly shoved into you without warning, letting out a moan.

His eyes are on you as you gradually start moving your hips into the gun, feeling it reach deep. His wrist moves in time with your movements, helping you out a bit. You try and force out the entire situation and the fear from your mind, focusing on the sensations. The cool metal providing you some sharp pleasure as you pump yourself up and down the muzzle.

You whimper as you start grinding down faster feeling one of the ridges on the weapon hit your clit every time you bring yourself down on it. You lose track of everything as you shut your eyes and lean your head into the man’s neck. He smells almost as good as he looks and you just let yourself go, losing track of time. You enjoy the sensations and soon enough you bring yourself to the edge.

You can hear yourself whimpering and cum with a shout, your juices flowing down the metal and onto his hand. You open your eyes after feeling spent, as he takes the gun out and sends it clattering onto the table. Making eye contact with you, he lewdly slurps the juices from his hand into his mouth.

“Sweeter than I thought. What a good girl you are for doing it right.” He says stroking your face rather condescending. “Now it’s my turn.”

He unbuckles his belt and shimmies them down as he stands up holding you in his arms. He then drops you onto his cock without warning, as you scream from pain and pleasure as he fills your needy cunt. 

He chuckles, the sound much deeper than before. “That’s right I want to fucking hear you scream, better yet I’ll give you a name to scream out. Katsuki Bakugou.”

He lifts you almost off his cock and slams you down again, thrusting as you come down making you see stars. Soon you’re only crying his name out as you card your fingers through his hair and tug as you lose sense of everything else but the feeling of his cock in you. 

“You take my cock so fucking well sweetheart, I haven’t even found a whore this good.” He practically cackles, speeding up his pace as he chases his own release. He slams your back onto the desk and you howl as your back arches, the pleasure he’s giving you covering up the pain of your body being banged up.

You cum shouting out his name, clamping down on his cock as he releases his load deep into you and takes heaving breaths.

He pulls out and lifts your arms over his head as he gets his clothing back on and straightens out his shirt. You want to move, run, get away, but you can’t bring yourself to even move. The most you can do is blink the tears out of your eyes and blearily look up to him. 

“So now I can go right?” You ask, your voice shaking. “You said I could live if you fucked me.”

He just laughs. “I said you could live, I didn’t say your were leaving sweetheart.”

You wail as your heart drops and you realize just how utterly fucked you are.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #tw: dubious consent #tw: violence #tw: gun play #smut #jays writes

[random-mha-thoughts]

Bully Part 2 (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, slight angst, Baku-having-feelings-and-being-soft (bc that's totally a genre)

Sequel to Bully (part 1)

Word count: 2,319

Tags:  @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: This ended up being longer and slightly more emotional than I expected.  Seems like I’m following the trend of getting the BNHA boys to say what’s really on their minds (I’ve already done this for Todoroki in case you were wondering), so Baku will be ooc and soft here.

This came out later than I intended because...let’s just say I was having a mental breakdown over a really long and really naughty Todo fic here and I ended up calling my little cousin and crying and laugh-crying and shaking and losing my collective mind because none of my friends would know what I was going through.  And I was in no headspace to write fluff afterwards, she had to force fluff headcanons into me to go back to normal.  Yall should thank her.  Enjoy~

None of us had any idea how or why Bakugou suddenly started acting this way.  Apparently, he was completely normal until I walked in.  All I did was open the door to the classroom, my gaze just so happened to land on Bakugou, and suddenly I heard loud stomps towards me.

I held out a defensive hand, ready to shoot out branches at him if he got too close.  "Bakugou-" I threatened.  And he did the unthinkable.  He gripped me in a choke hold around my shoulders and neck.

Actually, no.  He...hugged me?

My clenched fists and the hush that fell over the rest of the students told me this is the first time all day he's done something out of character, something I definitely wasn't expecting.  We hadn't talked since I almost jumped out of a window last week.  This entire week, he was ignoring me.  I was preparing for the day he would finally confront me, and I pictured it would be an aggressive encounter.

This is far from anything I'd imagined.

I never ever thought this porcupine-head could even show affection, that he even has a single gene of softness in him.  Yet he was embracing me tightly, nuzzling his face in my neck.  The shock of it all made me freeze up and cast a sideways glance at Midoriya, who was just as freaked and confused.

"Get off, Bakugou, what are you-"

The boy lifted his head up, his scarlet eyes softened into fondness and a gentle smile on his lips made the rest of my words catch in my throat.  This entire expression was foreign to all of us.  His face can look like that?

"I missed you over the weekend."

My jaw dropped.  HIS VOICE CAN SOUND LIKE THAT??  The smooth and sweet honey tone was way out of character for him.

But like hell I trusted any of this.

I wiggled my arms up to push his weight off me.  "I don't know how you managed to become such a great actor," I succeeded in separating from his vice grip, "But if you think disorienting me like this can be some sort of revenge, you're sorely mistaken."

Bakugou tilted his head, resembling a sad puppy.  "What do you mean?"

I straightened my uniform.  "Nice try, I know you're just acting so you can, like, throw me off the building or something."

That seemed to hurt him, his jaw gaping open before holding my face in his calloused hands.  "I'd never do that to you."

I quickly swatted his hands away, wary that he was about to blow my face off.  "Don't. Touch. Me."

The boy froze in place, then rubbed the back of his neck.  Regret seeped through his eyes as he stared at the ground.  "I'm sorry, about everything."

A strange warmth rushed through me.  Something about how genuinely vulnerable he looked shook my entire being.

"I just...really wanted you to give me a chance all this time, but I went about it the wrong way."  He encased me into another bone-crushing hug.  "But I want to make up for it."

I felt a thud in my chest,  probably from fear that he might hurt me.

At that moment, the teacher walked in.  "Alright everyone, take your seats."  He noticed Bakugou's position, gawked for a second, and cleared his throat.  "Uh, Bakugou, let go of (L/n) and take your seat."

"I dare any of you extras to yank me off, I'll blast you into next week!"

He's back, kind of?

Nobody made a move to do anything, they were all frozen by the sight of Bakugou clamped onto me like a koala.

"I'll survive...somehow," I assured them, unsure myself how exactly I would do that.

For the entire rest of class, the boy clung onto me.  He had taken over the seat of the person who normally sat on my left and scooted the chair over so he can stay attached to me.  Though I reasoned for him to hold onto just my arm (since he wouldn't let go no matter how many times I asked), he hugged my waist with both of his arms, face buried in my neck.  I was just glad he left one arm for me to write notes with.

If this was just an act, he did a splendid job of keeping it up.  I thought he would've given up after an hour or two, but he stayed like that even after lunch until the end of the day.  Anytime anyone would even walk past us, he would glare at them until they scurried off.

It was super weird at first, but I got used to the arrangement somehow.  I hate to admit it, but I even felt comfort by his warmth.  His breath tickled my neck as his solid arms held me in a vice grip.  I found myself hoping this wasn't acting, and thanking whatever miracle made this happen.  This was never going to happen again, I might as well enjoy it for now.

.

"Back off, you damn Deku!"  He bares his teeth at the cowering Midoriya, still attached to me at the hip.

I sigh, finally fed up with this whole ordeal.  "Midoriya, I'll handle this, I'll call later."

The poor broccoli boy nods and scampers away from us.  Bakugou insists on not letting go until I'm home safe, even when I repeated that I live in the opposite direction as him.  He won't even let Midoriya near me.

I lead us both over to a bench outside of school.  I'm still not convinced that this isn't an act, but I might as well try to talk to him after the incident last week.  "Get off," I order, scooting over to one side of the bench.  When he doesn't obey, I add, "I wanna talk, so I need to see your face."

After a brief moment of hesitation, he eases off my body, rolling up to sit facing me with a leg propped up on the seat.  A dumb smile is on his face.

God, that still freaks me out.  I stare at him calculatingly.  He hasn't said a word to me the whole day, only barking at other students as he holds onto me.  I want answers.  "You're sure this isn't some stupid revenge plot to get back at me?"

He shakes his head, propping his arm up on the seat and resting his head there.  His wordless, lovestruck stare probing me.

I sputter, "Why are you acting this way then?"

"I like you."

I almost choke at his quick response, my chest throbbing again.  "S-Stop looking at me that way, I can't take you seriously!  I admit, it's freaking me out!"

"My feelings freak you out?" he says sweetly, brushing the side of my face softly.

I slap his hand away, "You don't have feelings for me, just drop the act already!"

His smile disappears.  "It's not an act, I'm being serious."  Hurt laces his voice.

I cross my arms over my chest.  "Yeah, well, it's very hard to take you seriously when you've been a heartless, pompous, mean jerk for all of middle school."

Bakugou's eyes downcast and his arm falls into his lap.  "I...I don't know how else to show how I feel."  Raw emotion drips from his eyes as he bites his lip, almost like he's gathering his thoughts.  "I act like a jerk because...  I just feel so pressured.  Everyone expects so much of me just because my quirk is so strong."  A dark chuckle emits from him, "Even my mom has ingrained it in me that I need to be strong so I don't burden anyone with being weak.  So I've been projecting my frustrations onto everyone else.  Deku is just the easiest person to pick on because he's the weakest person, he has no quirk!  And I'm just self-centered because I have to tell myself that I'm strong or else...I might slip.  Call it an inferiority complex, I guess."

I won't lie, I didn't go into this expecting a therapy session.  Part of me does sympathize with him, but the rational side of me is still skeptical of this entire monologue being an act.  I wouldn't put it past him for thinking up such an elaborate plan in a week.  And none of it excuses him for telling Midoriya to kill himself.  "Not that I don't believe you, but so what?" I blurt out.

He grabs my hand in both of his, eyes fully emotional and staring into mine.  "I like you, (Y/n).  I see how kind you are to everyone else, how you've stayed by Deku and supported him this entire time.  I admire you.  You're the kind of person who I know would become a great hero because you always know just what to say to people to make them feel better, not to mention you're so badass too.  And...in a way, there's something in me that wants you to care about an idiot like me, too."

Tightness tugs in my chest.  Damn it, he needs to stop being so emotional, I can't handle it.  "I want to help you, Katsuki, but what you said to Midoriya crossed a line.  I can't overlook that."

His head drops onto our joined hands and his body starts shaking.  "Damnit!" he grits out, "I can't believe I've done so much wrong that the person I like can't even forgive me."

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see him cry.  "Katsuki-"

Bakugou's head snaps up and takes my head between his hands.  "Do you even have the smallest feeling for me?"  His red orbs swim in tears.

A soft spot in my heart persuades me to gently rub the wet trails off his cheeks.  "I'm...not sure."  I won't lead him on, I really don't know how I feel anymore.  It's that I hate him, I don't like the things he says or does.

"Help me, (Y/n)," he practically begs, "I'll become a better person, I promise, but I need you to guide me, please."

This sudden magnitude of emotion other than anger disorients me.  Is this something he's kept locked away somewhere in the recesses of his mind?  I absently nod in agreement against some of my better judgement.

His shaking form steadies as he stares me down quietly.  "Can I...kiss you?" he whispers out of the blue.

My lips slightly part and my eyes widen as he leans into me, softly pressing his mouth against mine.  Our kiss is innocent, as if time just stood still and washed a warm glow on us.  My stomach flips weightlessly, and I gently grip one of his wrists to ground me.  He pulls away just for a moment, letting us linger in the moment and sensation of one another.

His eyes flutter open, facing me with the same loveliness he's showed me all day, before confusion suddenly dawns on him, and then his cheeks color red and he pulls away, almost retreating to the other edge of the bench.

I blink, not sure what just happened, but the tumbling in my abdomen still present.  "Uh...Bakugou...?"

The boy doesn't even want to face me.  "Did I really just do that?" he mutters to himself, the raspy growl that's more characteristic of him returning.

My heart sinks.  "Do you-?"

"Hey, don't look so upset," he glares at me before flushing again.  "I...somehow...know everything I did...  It was me...but it wasn't...really me."

"But everything you said-"

He growls and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away from me.  "Everything I said was true!  I just... I'm surprised I did it, and I was such a pansy about it."

I roll my eyes.  He's back, for real this time.  "Well, if that's the case, I won't hold you accountable-"

"Wait," Bakugou sighs, running a hand through his hair.  "I stand by everything I said, even the whole...thing...about you helping me."  It almost hurts him to say it.

I fold my arms over my chest and stand up.  "You don't have to force yourself to be good if you don't want to.  Things can go back to the way they were."

"I don't want it to!" he yells.  "I'll work at being less of an idiot if it means...that you'll...go out with me."

I examine him, all red-faced and uncomfortable, unable to look me in the eyes.  "I'm not gonna go easy on you."

He stands up and finally garners the courage to look at me again.  "I'm willing.  I'll try hard, I promise."

After thinking it over a moment, I relax my figure and place a kiss on his cheek.  "That's your reward for consciously admitting that you have a problem."

Bakugou's eyes bulge out of his head and I have to suppress my chuckles.  "Will there be more rewards?" he mumbles.

"Only if you really try."  I lean forward, catching him off guard and finally letting out a small fit of laughter.  "You know for most of the day, you were hanging onto me like I was you handbag, now you're shying away from me."

He scratches his burning neck.  "Hey, that wasn't me."

"It was a you that probably showed your deepest darkest wants," I tease, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Sh-Shut up, don't be so smug about it!"  He lightly shoves me away, digging his hands into his uniform pants pocket.  "You're the one asking for it because you liked it, stupid."

"Ah-ah," I hold up a finger like a teacher reprimanding a kindergardener.  "First thing is for you to stop calling people names."

He groans.  "Fine.  (Y-Y/n)."  His cheeks color all over again.

I slip my hand in his and his blush intensifies.  "Was that so hard to do?"

"Shut up," he mumbles softer this time.

He's a fixer-upper, he's still got a lot to learn, but hopefully, he'll get there eventually.

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[tsukikento]

Empathetic Ch. 10

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: This is also posted on ao3 under @allie_win. I haven’t written for a bit, but I’ve been mapping out the story while gone! I hope this chapter is just as good if not better than previous chapters. Please let me know what you think!!

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The entire class looked on as Bakugou stormed up the stairs, the carpeted floor muffling his stomps until it was finally silent. Before you could see him fully disappear up the staircase, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Reflexively, you looked towards the hand and saw Ashido looking at you with gentle eyes and a pitying smile.

You didn’t have to wait to hear the question hanging on the tip of her tongue, on the tip of everyone's tongues. “I’m okay,” You replied, speaking quietly because of all the attention you were currently getting.

You were trying to take his words lightly and remind yourself of how easily upset he could get. You were sure you remembered hearing something about his bullying past that was much better now. Even still, you were tempted to spend some time with yourself in order to forget tonight. However, you also knew that leaving would make everyone worry even more. And so, you stayed there and insisted you were fine.

Eventually, everyone sat back down and began eating and chatting once more. Regardless, the atmosphere in the common room never got back to its normal setting. The entire class was cautious and worried that one wrong step might set you off.

Quite often, you would let your eyes wander to see multiple people giving you a pitying look. Once you made eye contact with anyone, the person looking at you would widen their eyes in shock before bashfully looking down at their plate. Eventually, you decided to keep your head down and only look at your plate. You did not need to use your quirk to know just what was on these people’s minds.

Once done eating, you got up to take your dish to the sink, excited for the opportunity to leave the thick and humid room. Before you could even take the plate off the table, Kirishima snatched it up with a sharp smile.

“Please, allow me,” He said while stacking up a few different plates from other peers who were done eating. It seemed no one wanted to get up from the table before you.

“Come with me,” Ashido whispered while tugging on your arm, distracting you from watching Kirishima and his attempt to carry too many plates.

Although incredibly tempted to spend time alone, you still followed Ashido to the elevator and up to her room which was next to yours.

I suppose I could hang with Ashido for 20 minutes or so, You reasoned while closing the door to Ashido’s room.

“I’m so sorry about Bakugou,” She consoled, “He’s such an ass.” She opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a bag of chips and a bar of chocolate. She tossed them onto the bed as a way to invite you to eat before plopping herself down opposite you.

“It’s okay,” You mumbled, sitting on her pink bed and grabbing the candy bar. You opened the tin foil and broke off a square before popping it into your mouth.

As far as you knew, Bakugou was never a very empathetic, sympathetic, or compassionate person and you couldn’t blame him. Bakugou was going to be himself and you were not about to try and change the boy you have a small, teeny weeny, barely noticeable crush on. Changing people never turned out well.

His lack of kindness made you silently laugh considering your Empath quirk. You would be a rather ironic pair.

If anything even happened between you in the first place.

As the smooth chocolate melted in your mouth, you further justified Bakugou’s actions in your head, trying not to let his words get to you. Remaining positive was more important than anything else right now.

“He comes across really cold,” Ashido began once more, “But he seems to be getting nicer and nicer every day.” She grabbed the chips and began munching away while still elaborating. “He is so passionate about being a hero that he sometimes forgets how to be nice.” She paused for a moment before adding, “He has to learn to be nice in order to become number one though.”

You hummed in response, letting the words marinate in your mind. You were so tempted to tell Ashido about your crush on Bakugou. However, you knew she would feel much worse about Bakugou’s actions after you told her. It was as if she took the personal challenge to mother him and try to make him a nicer person.

“Although it’s no excuse for his actions now,” Ashido added, “He used to be worse. Apparently, he used to bully Midoriya in middle school. He never seems affected by it, but rumors say if got really bad…like, really bad.”

“Oh,” You mumbled, not quite sure how to respond.

Before you could process your own thoughts, Ashido began talking once more. “You know what I do find rather interesting,” She mumbled while unscrewing the cap on her water. She took a few gulps and sighed with satisfaction. “I feel like Bakugou was trying his best to not say anything. You know the saying ‘If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’? I think he was trying to do that, but just got a little too fed up.”

“You really think so?” You inquired, her hypothesis grabbing your attention. It would be much easier to forgive Bakugou if you knew he was at least trying not to be an ass.

“I mean…yeah,” She explained with a handful of chips in her mouth. “We were both there when our questions became too much for him. I didn’t think he would react that way though.” She sighed and let her head fall onto one of the many pillows. “I thought he was gonna admit that it was a cool class. I would personally love to have the extra lessons, especially with such a high ranking hero.”

You hummed in response, letting Ashido’s claim resonate with you. Although Bakugou’s actions were not something you could easily forget, there was a tug in your mind telling you to change the subject.

No reason crying over spilled water.  

“You could always ask,” You replied, breaking the silence that formed. “Or I could put in a good word.” You smirked at your friend and nudged her with your elbow. “You do kind of manipulate something which was what they were looking for.” You paused for a moment before adding, “And you secrete it just like Bakugou does.”

“Would you mind?” Ashido asked, perking up from her position on the bed.

You smiled kindly at your excited friend, happy to help her in any way. “Of course not!”

Ashido’s bright teeth flashed back at you due to her wide grin and she immediately began fawning over how cool the class would be.

Eventually, once done with the chips chocolate, you excused yourself with the lie of needing to get plenty of sleep. The two of you hugged goodbye and you relished in the warmth of your first friend in years. You felt so lucky to have been given the opportunity to become closer to her.

It seemed she was able to make you feel better even when you just wanted to be alone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/L/N-chan! Make sure to get a good night’s rest!” Ashido exclaimed while closing the door.

It was a small walk to your room which was right next to hers. Despite this, you found yourself stopping at your door and staring at the wooden entrance across from you.

Bakugou’s room.

You could see the light was on and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t tempting to stomp over and bang on his door. You would be lying if you said you wouldn’t yell at him for bad-mouthing your family. However, you would also be lying if you said you wouldn’t forgive him in the same sentence and tell him you would somehow get him out of your mom’s class.

You groaned at yourself, ashamed that you become so pliant when you would typically scream at anyone who spoke badly about you and your family. But these people don’t know about your life or past like those in America did.

Sighing, you turned the doorknob and entered into your room, letting the worries of today fade away.

Tomorrow was Saturday and there was too much to take care of to worry. At the very bottom line, you were a hero-in-training and you needed to focus on that just like you were sure Bakugou was.

~~

The typical tone of your obnoxiously loud alarm woke you up early in the morning despite it being the weekend. As someone who preferred exercising in the morning, you decided last night to go on a long morning run before trekking into gym gamma to work on muscle building in order to forget about the previous night.

Or maybe this time would allow you to finally think about last night, maybe even get past it.

As music played in your ears, you were left alone with your own thoughts and let your mind wander to what this weekend would be for you. It was a rough start, but you still had two whole days to make this weekend your bitch and capitalize on the free time.

At the top of your list was getting a new hero costume.

You had just racked up your weights as the thought crossed your mind. Although you should have been concentrating on your posture, it was a fairly natural process for you that you had done for years. You barely had to think about it anymore.

As you began your first set, you tried to plan our just how you would get your new hero costume. You wished, above all else, that you could simply call up the company to set up an appointment and drag Bakugou along as if nothing was wrong. However, you were much too afraid to contact the ill-tempered man. Not only was he most likely too upset to actually go with you anymore, but you also thought it best to stay away from the boy that made your head all fuzzy.

Or at least you needed to wait for him to come to you instead of you so quickly forgive him.

If Bakugou did not care about you, then he would not seek you out and you could go about your time at U.A. with a hand full of friends and determination that would path the way for you to become a hero. If Bakugou sought you out then…

Well, you weren’t quite sure what would happen, but you did hope it would happen.

Once done working out, you made your way back to the dorms in hopes of hopping into a nice cool shower. You were stopped almost immediately by a few different people greeting you with a “Good morning!”, but you quickly excused yourself to go shower.

Although they meant well, you knew they still had pity behind their eyes. Their words to you were tentative and kind, trying not to wake an emotional beast while also smoothing over the bumps left by Bakugou last night.

You did not want to bother with people who couldn’t be themselves around you.

You could also feel the cool sweat dripping down your back and you could not stand to wait any longer in washing the malodorous stench off of you. Sheepishly, you excused yourself before running upstairs. You quickly grabbed your showering supplies and occupied the second shower.

It wasn’t until after you showered and ate that anything interesting happened. By now, the time was approaching noon and your classmates were all up and about. During your morning of showering and preparing food, you did not once see or hear Bakugou.

Additionally, you did not see Midoriya or Todoroki, who he was interning with. Because of this, you walked around the dorms peacefully, believing the trio was out at their internship by now.

Surprisingly, as you waltzed down the hallway in shorts and a t-shirt towards your room, you heard the click of a door opening. Your eyes glazed over the walkway and followed the sound of the noise. It took a moment for you to focus, but you soon realized as you saw the tuft of blond hair that it was Bakugou who was exiting his room.

As his eyes met yours, they widened slightly for a moment before they went back to the typical slits they were. You felt an immediate rush of heat go up from your neck to your cheeks and you looked anywhere but his face.

You could not tell whether or not this blush was because of last night or because he looked surprisingly fit right now.

You noticed his hero costume suitcase in his hands. He was dressed in a pair of slouchy joggers and a clean black t-shirt. It was clear he was heading out to his internship.

You intended to keep your head down, avoiding his piercing red gaze in order to slip past Bakugou to get into your room. However, the sound of Bakugou's tongue clicking made you instinctively look up at him.

He was looking straight at you as you crossed paths and a gasp got caught in your throat when you saw his piercing vermillion eyes watch you every move.

If I hadn’t wasted time filling up my water after breakfast then I would have never run into him! Your mind rushed with things that could have gone differently in your day in order to prevent you from being here now.

“Don’t avoid me like a fucking extra would,” He grumbled while walking past you.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” You judged, stopping and turning to look at his backside. Although the last thing you expected was for him to start some semblance of a conversation, you weren’t about to complain considering it is what you wanted in the first place. Despite this, his cryptic words were still fairly confusing and you wished he could be his blunt self, yet still clear in his message.

“It means,” He practically growled while turning to look at you. He leaned forward and his carmine eyes became slits as they stared deep into your eyes. “Don’t let my words bother you because you are better than that.” As he spoke, he lifted his arm and pushed your forehead with his pointer finger as he said ‘better.’  He moved to turn around and walked a few steps before stopping. “Oh,” He didn’t bother to turn as he spoke, “And I don’t have my internship tomorrow so that’s when we will go get your costume.”

Before you could say anything else, Bakugou nonchalantly waved goodbye and began walking down the staircase. You stood still for a few moments, wracking your brain around what just happened.

Without thinking, you trudged to your room with heavy feet and sat onto your bed, mind still preoccupied with the warmth that radiated off of him.

It was a good sign, to say the least, that he was talking to you.

But only time would tell if he was actually sorry. You held tightly onto your bed’s blanket and began planning tomorrow.

~~

Although Bakugou went to bed around 8:00 PM, he did not commonly wake before noon. You, however, did not know that seeing as it was still your first week here. Out of pure nervousness, you were done working out and ready to go by 8:30 AM.

You knew Bakugou went to bed early and assumed he would want to leave as soon as possible to simply get it over with. However, you were secretly hoping that today may make you and Bakugou more comfortable and friendly with each other. At the same time, though, your main focus was being a hero.

Or at least as much focus as you could have on being a hero considering you are only seventeen with raging hormones.

You sat in your room, bag in hand, wondering when Bakugou’s fist would come banging down your door. You did not talk to him since your small interaction yesterday and had no clue when you would actually be going. Better safe than sorry, though. Especially, when sorry could mean being on the tail-end of Bakugou’s wrath.

Eventually, your stomach, which was previously too nervous to eat, grumbled with hunger. Unable to wait any longer, you made your way downstairs to prepare a small meal making sure to bring everything with you in case Bakugou met you downstairs.

Despite the anticipation for Bakugou soon being ready to go, you were able to peacefully make yourself breakfast, only being interrupted for your classmates to wish you a good morning.

You sat at the table while you ate. Your phone was plugged into a charger by the wall so you could mindlessly scroll through social media without a fear that your phone would die.

There was a pit in your stomach that only grew as every minute passed. It was something that couldn’t be filled by eating or distracting yourself on your phone. It felt as though butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach as if the pit in your stomach would suddenly drop and kill your spirit.

Nervous.

No.

Anxious.

Your life was surrounded by thoughts and emotions, and yet, you were so horrible at managing your own emotions. Worst of all, you knew that if you were talking to someone in your position, you would be able to console them with words and a bit of your quirk.

This sensation did not go away, however, you knew you needed to distract yourself in a more effective way than being on your phone with your own thoughts.

Although it was tempting to use the earbuds currently in your ears to listen to music, you knew it wouldn’t help one bit.

You looked around the fairly empty common area, looking to see if there was anything to preoccupy your time. As your eyes wandered, you noticed Todoroki sitting at the coffee table, scribbling onto a paper. From his rapid writing, you would assume he was busy, but his face was blank and somehow rather inviting.

The current nerves in your stomach were bad enough to make interrupting Todoroki to seem easy.

From what little you knew about Todoroki Shouto, he seemed to be a kind, but a blunt person. If he doesn’t want to talk, he’ll tell me, You thought to yourself before snatching up your phone and charger to put into your bag. You stood up from your seat at the dining room table and made your way to the large sectional couch Todoroki was perched on.

“Todoroki-san,” You barely whispered. Despite the inaudibility of your introduction, Todoroki’s eyes snapped up and immediately glossed up and down your body.

“Ah, Y/L/N-san,” He began, “Am I in your way?” He inquired, looking around to see what you may be trying to get.

“Oh,” You blinked a couple of times, “No.” You paused, trying to find something you could bring up that would spark a genuine conversation. “I just thought I would come to talk to you…because well…we haven’t really talked yet.” You sheepishly smiled and scratched at the back of your neck.

Todoroki curtly nodded and hummed in response, his eyebrows furrowing as if he too was now thinking about what to say. The crease that formed in between his eyebrows was fairly cute when matched with his mouth that humorously formed into a thin, straight line as he thought. “Well,” He finally spoke, “I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell.”

You sat down next to Todoroki, but not too close, and replied, “I do believe we have some in common. We are both from hero families.” Todoroki followed suit and rotated his body to face you. He whipped his head slightly to brush aside his hair and get a better look at you.

“Ah,” A small and light smile crept onto the heterochromatic boy’s lips, “You’re right. I have to say, I really enjoyed your mother’s class.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, motioning for him to continue as you crossed your legs and leaned back into the plush black cushion of the couch.

Todoroki seemed to be quite a thoughtful person as he once again took a few beats to debate what specific words to say. “I’m not sure if you know, but Midoriya-san and Bakugou-san intern with me at my father’s agency.,” He recounted. “Comparatively, your mother is much sweeter.”

It took you a moment to process his words. It could be possible your mother was just generally being nicer to the students because she didn’t know them yet, but she pushed people. She was always looking for people to reach their full potential and was great at combining tough love and kind words to achieve that.

You had a feeling this comment wasn’t derived from your mom being sweet so much as it was derived from his father being a prick.

Maybe I could find something on the internet about his family, you debated before focusing your attention back on the boy in front of you.

You lightly chuckled at his comment, “Yeah, she is very nice, but I am her own daughter. She can push me much harder than people who are currently strangers.” You saw regret in Todoroki’s eyes as if he wished he never brought up the topic. “Don’t feel bad,” You assured him, smiling as brightly as you could, “My mom means best and is much nicer than my dad. Compared to him, she’s a goddess.”

You saw Shouto loosen up slightly, his shoulder lowering just a bit, before beginning to talk about his internship with his father and his one class with your mom

I guess Todoroki is more open than I am when talking about how mentally abusive his father is, you noted as he retold quite uneasy stories.

“So after Endeavor said we barely learned anything after months of training,” Shouto animatedly explained, or as animatedly as he could be, “Bakugou charged at him, yelling about how much of an a--oh well I don’t want to say the word. Either way, I had to hold back from laughing as Bakugou launched an explosion after explosion at Endeavor and Midoriya cried for him to stop.”

“Oh my god!” You chuckled. “Did Bakugou even land an attack?” You asked. When fighting your mom, the only thing that ever gave you a chance was being able to read her mind. You had yet to get her to fall asleep from your quirk and were sure Endeavor was just as fiercely, almost scarily, as strong as your mother.

“That’s the best part!” Todoroki laughed, genuinely laughed, “He did not injure Endeavor at all, in fact, Endeavor smacked him so hard he dislocated his shoulder.” He imitated his dad by putting his fist into the sky and swinging it directly down as if hitting someone shorter than him.

You practically screamed with laughter at the image of Bakugou getting beat with one hit. You had to admit, it felt good knowing the rude boy who was currently stealing your heart got the shit kicked out of him. However, it also reminded you of the fit you had against him just a couple of days ago where he was no chance for you.

It once again made you thankful that you could read minds despite the hassle of needing to wear headphones and a lack of privacy. Without it, your best chance of using your quirk in your job would be if you became a therapist.

After yours and Todoroki’s laughter died down slightly, you unconsciously put your hand onto his knee. “Thank you, Todoroki-san, this was the perfect story!”

“What’s perfect?” You heard a gruff voice mumble from behind you. You were sitting on the couch so your back was to the hall everyone had to exit after stepping out of the elevator or walking downstairs.

You did not have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to, but you still turned, all the same, to look at Bakugou. You noticed immediately that his eyes darted to stare at your hand on Todoroki’s knee and you removed it as if Todoroki suddenly used his left side to burn your hand.

If you were paying enough attention you would have noticed the pink hue on Bakugou’s cheeks that matched yours. And if you weren’t currently wearing your earbuds, you would have heard a slew of swears be thought from the blond and directly intended for Shouto.

Before you could explain yourself in a way that would avoid embarrassing Bakugou, Todoroki simply relayed that, “I was just telling Y/L/N-san the story where Endeavor dislocated your shoulder.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened into the size of saucers. “What?!?” He shrieked, his deep voice cracking slightly. He covered his mouth with his fist and cleared his throat.

Cute.

“Aww, Bakugou,” You giggled, moving to face the spiky blond at a better angle. “Are you embarrassed?” You joked, elongating the word ‘embarrassed.’

“Tch, whatever,” He mumbled, the pink hue turning to red and painting the tips of his ears. “Let’s go.” He nonchalantly waved his hand to the front door.

You stood up quickly, still smiling from your small victory, and grabbed your bag in the process. Although you would prefer to bring a light bag, you needed to bring along your laptop and notebook which meant you had to lug your backpack around during the whole trip. You pulled the bag up onto your shoulder and turned towards Shouto. “Bye, Todoroki-san,” You gingerly spoke, smiling at the boy.

“Bye, Y/L/N-san,” He replied, equally as soft-spoken as you.

After waving, you turned and followed behind Bakugou, taking in his outfit choice. He was sporting dark gray joggers that hung low on his hips and a green camouflage polo with the first couple buttons undone. He also wore classic, black basketball shoes that matched the black jean jacket he had on.

Within seconds, Bakugou was opening the front door which you followed him through. Although he seemed to have zero care in the world at this moment, he continued to work quickly in everything he did from opening the door to locking it behind him and promptly setting a quick pace.

“You know,” He spoke, “He barely dislocated my shoulder.” He rolled his eyes as he turned to look at you. “And I popped it back into place all by myself.”

“Oh wow,” You guffawed, feigning amazement. Practically squawking, you impersonated an annoying old woman and replied, “What a strong young man! Will you help me carry my groceries?” You clung to Bakugou’s arm and tugged repeatedly. Although you tried your best to hide your surprise, that moment gave you an opportunity to really feel his arm muscles.

Your mind went blank as you felt how strong he was. Even as his emotions flowed through you, you were too preoccupied to even notice.

“Shuddup,” Bakugou groaned, lightly pushing you away from him, aware of not only how easily he could push you away, but also how close you got as you joked around. If you had been paying attention, you would have clearly noticed how your touch affected him. Fear ran through his veins as he worried about how your quirk worked and specifically what emotions you felt as you touched him.

You, however, were clueless to his emotions, the only giveaway being the slight tinge of redness on his ear and cheeks that never seemed to disappear. “Aww, but if I shut up, we would be left in complete silence,” You pouted, looking up at Bakugou with an innocent look in your eyes.

Bakugou looked away from you and groaned, “You’re lucky I even decided to come with you.”

That caught your attention.

You felt your heartbeat just a bit faster and you wondered Why did Bakugou decide to come with me? You opened your mouth, ready to ask, but no noise came out.

“You’re lucky one of my favorite fusion food places is there,” He added, answering your question without you even having to ask. It was, to say the least, not what you hoped. “We are getting food after by the way.”

“Oh really? And what if I don’t want to get food with your stinky ass?” You teased while scrunching up your nose as if smelling something bad. You were trying your best to ignore the pounding in your heart at the idea of spending today with Bakugou...

“Then I’ll go by myself while you talk to Kobayashi,” He shrugged. “But you’ll miss out on some great food.” To add fuel to the fire, he sped up his step to leave you behind. Despite his speed, he still looked ridiculously casual.

“Hey!” You exclaimed while rushing to catch up to the red-eyed boy. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to come!!”

Bakugou chuckled deeply as you ran after him, his mind wandering a little too far into left field and as he thought about how cute you looked while pouting at him.

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[katsukikitten]

A/N DAY TWO!!! Please enjoy the dramatics requested by @alwayslost123

"I'm...I have..." Words are lost to you as you attempt to break the terrible news to your best friend. Scarlet eyes rest on you patiently while rage lies just beneath the surface. Ready to tear apart whomever is making your vision blur.

Your hear aches as realization washes over you, that you'll never be able to call him your own. You damn yourself for being too fucking scared to ever admit to him that you liked him.

Hell at this point loved him. He helped you all through UA and even now he helps you with your training although you had given up hero work.

Your mind tortures you with flashes of the two of you laughing, of him pinning you to the ground something different flashing in his eyes as he leans closer but suddenly changes his mind.

Maybe you were never meant to call him yours.

Tears fall from your cheeks in fat droplets as you try but fail to wipe them away.

"I...I'm sorry Bakugou. I..." Sturdy arms wrap around tightly as you sob into his chest. Breathing in that intoxicating caramel smell that normally soothes you but today it is bitter sweet.

Today could be the last time that you smell it. You push him away, swallowing down the lump in your throat and furiously wiping at your tears. You force your voice to come out even as you steel yourself for his reaction.

"I'm getting married to Todoroki in a few months." You watch him turn rigid as he let's the information sink in. He grits his teeth until it hurts as he stares at you. When he doesn't speak you go on, "It's been arranged."

"But you don't even love him!" He explodes, fingers popping even as they grip against the concrete of the roof top to the brownstone townhouse you bought.

"I...." You swallow again, "We are compatible for making strong grade quirks."

You let your hand catch aflame as crimson eyes watch blue and red fire lick at your fingers. Flame that has guided him through dark times, flame that had fed his fuel to want something more.

Something he will not allow himself to have.

He grits his teeth again, pearly whites threatening to break before he sucks his teeth.

"So you're going to do nothing?" Silence stretches between the two of you as the stars wink overhead, the moon yawning in the black sky.

"It will make Father happy." Bakugou sucks his teeth to your response before glares at you.

"Then don't come crying to me." He stands, jumping from the third story.

"Bakugou! Wait!" Your vision blurs once more as you watch his strong back walk into the night, his ash blonde head never looking back.

Days of silence pass between the two of you causing severe chest pains on your side. You half wonder if he ever really cared for you or if what you saw in his eyes was your own desperate attempt to feel something.

To feel loved.

Placing your phone screen down you sigh deeply. Watching your microwaved meal for one spin endlessly before your phone chimes. Excitement grips your heart as you reach for your phone. Praying to Kamisama for it to be a message from Katsuki. Instead your heart shatters in your chest when you read a message from your father.

*"You're moving in with Todoroki tomorrow. A crew will be by to pack your stuff up and transport it. Your house will be on the market shortly."*

You scream sending your phone through the drywall of your bedroom as it soars through another wall before cracking into glittering shards agaisnt the exposed brick in the living room.

Bluish red flame engulfs you and your bed, eating away at everything around you as nothing bring you joy anymore.

Your white bed spread quickly becomes blackened as it is swallowed whole and spit out in ash, flames moving into its next food source licking up the walls. Bubbling paint, distorting photos of your graduating class. Of a candid shot of you and Bakugou arm and arm laughing after training.

Before long the whole building is enveloped in the hot kiss of your quirk, as the bed frame finally buckles from your weight and succumbs to ash.

Even your clothes specially designed around your dangerous quirk begin to catch from the heat alone but still you do not move. Like an ember fueling the fire you sit still mourning over the fact that you cannot burn by your own flame.

Ice soars in large waves into your home or what's left of it as two toned eyes search endlessly. Sending more ice in attempt to cool the flame only to be melted and evaporated. More ice is plunged towards the fire until it is contained, flame frozen in time as an iceberg decorates where your couch once was. Frantic eyes find you shortly before emotion twists his handsome face.

It looks as if his heart is breaking in two. Funny you didn't think his heart was anything but frozen solid.

Still he approaches, sitting among the ash across from you as he brushes away some of your hair.

"I know this is hard....." He sighs out, words failing him as they always do, "But I will never force myself upon you. I will always be faithful to you and should you wish we could never have children. But please...."

He swallows down some more smoke before sending ice to surround you two. Beads of sweat collect on half of his body as the ice drips pure water onto your soot covered and deeply charred hardwoods.

"Lets get through this together." He offers you his hand then and in that moment as you watch his hair dampen sticking to his forehead you wonder.

Would it be so hard to love him?

Todoroki has always been kind to you, helpful and even now knows the right thing to say.

*"So you're going to do nothing?"*

Harsh words echo in your head again encouraging you to reach for what is now your future.

But what Bakugou doesn't understand is that there is no defying your father.

Days turn into weeks and living with Todoroki isn't so unpleasant. He cooks you meals, holds the door open for you. He helps you with your studies and even draws the bath for you first. He picked out a stunning ring that fits your personality of hellish fire. A diamond that blinded you when he opened the block box asking sheepishly if you would marry him.

As if you had a choice.

But he did try to make you feel as if it was.

Things could still go right between you too considering the wedding was now only two days away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have children with him, he was attentive to your needs. He would surely be even more so for his offspring right?

His hero work would have him gone often but you did prefer your alone time. Like tonight you're curled up on the couch reading as the late morning yawns into early afternoon.

A harsh knock comes at your door as you sigh. Damning your father for telling the wedding coordinator where you two lived. She had been bothering you nonstop about nonsensical items, like the color of your silverware as if you cared that fucking much about this.

If you had it your way you would have just eloped!

Actually if you had it your way there would be no wedding at all. But you can never have it your way as long as that man lives.

"Priscilla please I don't care what color it is just pi..." You shout as you yank open the thick wooden door, you quickly notice a man dressed in black standing on your stoop "Bakugou?!"

"Run away with me." He says grabbing onto your wrist. Ready to yank you out of that house with only the clothes on your back. If you came with him he'd buy you whatever the fuck you wanted, "I've got a job lined up in America. The plane leaves tonight."

"Katsuki...The wedding is two days away! My father wants..." You start but he turns on you, vein popping in his head as his age old temper begins to show, fingers gripping onto your biceps tightly.

"I don't give a fuck what your father wants or what Todoroki wants!" He shouts, "What do you want?!"

When you don't answer his voice softens with his grip, palms sliding down to your elbows.

"What do *you* want?" He asks exasperated, your vision swims as it all sinks in.

Was he fucking serious? Running away with him after he hadn't spoken a word to you in almost three months.

After he stomped on your already broken heart, now he wanted to do something? Wanted to try to fix it?

Tears well in your eyes as you look between two burning scarlet orbs.

"Katsuki...I can't do this." You rip from his grip and slink back into your new house slamming the door on your happiness forever.

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Delicate hands place a veil into your hair, turning you into something you're not entirely ready for.

"You're a gorgeous bride." Your mother sighs as she places her hands onto your donned in white shoulders. You blink furiously to keep your eyes from over flowing.

"Your Father and I had an arranged marriage. Look how we turned out." She smiles at your reflection as you fight to keep from full on sobbing.

Yes look how the two of you turned out, hardly speaking to one another even as they raised you.

Despite all of that there was hope for you and Todoroki, eventually you could have been happy until an angry ash blonde showed up and for what?

Priscilla burts through the doors to the little bride suite.

"Show time!!!" She sings ushering yourself and your mother through the door.

Your palms become clammy as your heart accelerates, spying Todoroki through your veil. You walk to the beat of the music as you march down the aisle, past hundreds of people. Cameras flash capturing your long train and tight boddess. Somehow you make it to the altar only to realize that Shota looks more handsome up close, blushing slightly as you do. Stunned into silence by your beauty alone.

"We are gathered here today...." The officiant starts and you loose track as you stare into heterochromatic eyes.

"If anyone objects speak now or forever hold your piece." Silence falls over the room as the officiant waits.

As if anyone would ever dare to get in the way of your Father's plans.

Suddenly a boom rings out over head, screaming erupts as something fall from the ceiling.

Your heart stops in your chest as you watch the dust clear, leaving a silhouette of a popping hot man.

He points to the officiant, explosions the only sound echoing in the marbled hall.

"NO. I OBJECT WHATEVER THE FUCK I HAVE TO SAY. HE DOESN'T LOVE HER!" His explosions stop before he points to himself, " I DO! AND SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM!!"

A collective gasp falls over the guests as your cheeks burn, silently thankful that he was here.

That he came back.

His breath comes out in ragged and wrath filled as he shouts.

"SHE LOVES ME!"

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[yandere-daydreams]

Honestly, I love the idea of Bakugo going full Protective. Like,,, FULL Protective. You’ll see what I mean.

Katsuki wouldn’t touch you.

Not to punish you for trying to escape, or to reward you when you stopped refusing to eat after days of being force-fed. He never hugged you, or kissed you, or did anything beyond lecturing you in that hushed, muffled voice. When you were good, when you tried so painfully hard to please him, the most you got was a smile or a gentle pat on your shoulder. If you hadn’t woken up to him doing… unpleasant things when he thought you were sleeping, you might’ve assumed his feelings were platonic. But, whenever he stood in front of you, arms crossed and so angry you could damn-near taste his rage, you knew why he wouldn’t give you what you obviously wanted.

He was afraid of hurting you. Of course he was, Katsuki was afraid of everything. But, you were in pain, how couldn’t he see that? People are social creatures, emotional creatures. You wanted contact, and you were so, so close to falling to your knees and begging.

That’s where the outfit came in. It was something you’d found while rifling through Katsuki’s closet, one of your few forms of entertainment in the bedroom you’d been trapped inside of. It looked like his costume… id someone had lowered the neckline to his navel, torn off the legs, dragged his boots up to mid-thigh and, most questionably, kept his kneepads perfectly in-tact. Part of you thought it might’ve been a joke, but after seeing that it was practically made to your measurements, you abandoned that hope.

But, you were beyond the point of caring about something as trivial as embarrassment. Dutifully, you forced yourself into the distorted form of lingerie, fixing every little detail and making sure it fit Katsuki’s… preferences. The thought of wanting to make him happy was usually enough to make you sick, but all you had to do was day-dream about how warm his skin would be, and your trepidations quickly disappeared.

And the look on Katsuki’s face when he came home made everything so worth it. He froze in the doorway, hair still wet from the shower he always took before coming to see you (something about germs and not wanting to get you sick... for the sake of your sanity, you tried not to listen to his rants), staring down at you, his confusion clearly painted across his face. You couldn’t want to wait for him to find you on the bed, opting to stand in front of the door for hours until he came home. It wasn’t subtle, but you weren’t trying to be. And judging from the smirk that was playing on his lips, he wasn’t either.

"Baby…" He trailed off quickly, reaching up to cup your cheek before hesitating. You didn’t give him the chance to back-out, grabbing his hand and shoving it into your jaw. As soon as you were sure he wouldn’t move, you wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest for the first time since he took you home. You could hear him laugh, ruffling your hair as lightly as humanly possible, but you didn’t care. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Do you like it?” You asked, smiling up at him without loosening your grip. “I was going through your stuff earlier, and I figured…” You forced a chuckle, trying to hide how desperate you were for someone else’s body heat. “This is what you wanted, right? That little push you needed?”

Instantly, you were pried away from him, Katsuki’s smile dropping and yours following in suit. It was heart-breaking, to see the way he didn’t even try to hide his suspicion. You chewed on your lip as he opened his mouth, your hands balling into fists just to keep from grabbing at his chest again. “Are you calling me a-”

“Please,” You mumbled, voice breaking despite your low volume. You didn’t try to stop yourself, tears forming and running down your cheeks before you even realized you were crying. Katsuki let go of you reflexively, but you didn’t try to cling to him. Instead, you just stayed stiff, gaze falling to the floor. “I’m just… are you trying to avoid touching me? I can change, I don’t care, just please, tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

You had to choke back a sob as he pulled away farther, Katsuki scanning over you silently. You didn’t know if he pitied you, or if this was some kind of sick game, but you really didn’t care. Was he going to leave you here, again? Let you suffer for a little longer, because he thought staying away was safer? At this point, you weren’t even sure if he was trying not to hurt you. Maybe he wanted to see you in pain.

When he actually spoke, you were almost surprised.

 “Fuck… you think I’m avoiding you?” Biting your cheek, you nodded, Katsuki taking a deep breath as he stepped towards you. Very slowly, he pulled you towards him, letting you rest your head against his shoulder as you broke down. He played with your hair as you cried, the small gesture alone nearly making your knees buckle. “...I’ll give you one of my shirts. You can get out of… that, and we can cuddle or some shit... if you want to.”

You smiled against his skin, feeling the Hero lift you off of your feet, if only to keep you in his arms. You certainly didn’t love Katsuki, but… it’d been months since you’d seen another person, and weeks since you stopped trying to think about the circumstance around your relationship. Right now, you would’ve fucking adored anyone who was willing to hold your hand. 

You needed Katsuki, almost as much as he needed you.

And… that was a type love, wasn't it?

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[nightowlfandom]

Katsuki Bakugou- Cruel Prankster (Part 1)

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Leggo!

....

You were perhaps the most adorable thing anyone has ever had the pleasure of speaking to. You were happy-go-lucky and always had a smile on your face no matter what mood everyone seemed to be in. It wasn’t an act or a fake-out, it’s just who you were.

As weird as it seemed, no one ever saw you sad or saw you cry. It was refreshing to see such a positive person everywhere.

“Good Morning Izuku!” You skipped past your green haired friend. “Looking good champ!”

“Hi Y/N-Chan!” Izuku waved to you as you practically hopped down the halls.

“Hiya Shoto!” you waved to the half and half haired cool guy.

“Hello Y/N.”

You proceeded to walk down the halls, saying hello to everyone you passed by who welcomed you with a smile.

“Looking good Iida!” You called.

“And a very good morning to you Y/N!!”

“Oh so you aren’t gonna say hello to me?!?!” an obnoxious voice ripped through the air making you stop. You turned around and saw the ticking time-bomb that was Bakugou.

“..Hi.” you shyly smiled , before turning back around.

“Can you believe her!!!” Bakugou barked as Kirishima walked up shaking his head.

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you” He laughed.

“It’s not that far fetched. Y/N is nice to everyone, except for you Bakugou.”

“I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU, DEKU!” Bakugou barked in response. “Hm, I’ll teach that brat to be rude to me! I’LL SHOW HER!”

“How exactly do you plan on doing that? No one exactly has a vendetta against Y/N.” Todoroki commented watching you pay close attention to a stray weed flower that another student was showing you.

“Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” he barked in reply, glaring as you walked up to a group of girls who seemed to welcome you the same as the other students.

What was so great about you anyways?! Why did everyone like you!?!?!? Hell if he knew.

...

You stopped by your locker to get something. “Leave it to me to forget.” you shook your head. Iida had given you a folder of extra papers from that time you were absent and you forgot to give them back to him. You were about to open the locker when Izuku came rushing up to you, looking like he had something super important to say.

“Y/N!!” Izuku ran up. “Good you’re still here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you raised an eyebrow. "Did you need help with something?”

“No! It’s Kacchan!” he breathed. “He’s planning something!”

“Like what?” you replied, closing the tiny locker door.

Suddenly, something fell on your head, something liquid and very gross smelling. You froze in place as everyone turned to look at you also in shock. You clothes were soaked in this mystery fluid and you could tell from the smell of it that it wasn’t something that probably shouldn’t be on you. You stared at your hands and clothes in shock, looking around and wondering who would have done this.

“Like that.” Izuku frowned, realizing he was too late. You both looked up and saw something rigged right above your head.

You suddenly heard Bakugou’s howling laughter roar throughout the hall as he pointed at you.

“HOW’S THAT FOR A HELLO” He kept laughing, despite not noticing how everyone else wasn’t.

Whatever you were covered in stank to high heavens and the fumes felt like they were stinging your eyes. If whatever you were covered in got into your eyes, you definitely might have been blinded. No one had ever seen you frown before, but it was definitely a heartbreaking sight. They would never question their curiosity again because it was exactly as they thought it would be.

Heart-shattering.

You looked up an Bakugou who was still laughing when a sob ripped through your throat, causing him to freeze along with everyone else. The frown on your face said everything, you didn’t find his joke to be very funny.

“Are you crying?” he asked lowly. “Are you really crying right now?!! IT WAS A JOKE, DUMMY!”

You covered your face with your hands and just stood there sobbing your eyes out. You had never been more embarrassed in your life. You continued crying while Bakugou went on about how you were one of those girls who didn’t know how to take a joke. You looked up at Bakugou, now more angry than sad.

“WHAT DID I EVER DO YOU YOU!?!’ you had trouble getting out the words. “DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH! IS MY EXISTENCE THAT MUCH OF AN INCONVENIENCE TO YOU...YOU” You tried to find the words to say. “...YOU GLORIFIED ATOMIC BOMB FROM HELL!” You continued to sob. Instantly, you pushed past him and ran as far as you could. You couldn’t help but choke on your own breaths as you slammed the doors behind you.

Everyone looked out the window and noticed that as you ran down the sidewalk, the flowers around you began wilting and dying.

Soon, everyone’s attention was turned to Bakugou.

“Well, you got the reaction you wanted. I hope it was worth it Bakugou.” Todoroki shook his head.

“Geez.” Izuku commented, watching as Uraraka, Mina, and Momo chased after you, each calling for you. “You didn’t have to be so mean.”

“SHUT UP DEKU!” Bakugou growled in response.

“Hey, I gotta go with him on this one. You messed up, man.” Kirishima shook his head.

...

You walked through the halls the next day staring down at your feet, you didn’t look up at anyone, you didn’t talk to anyone, you just walked. No one dared try to approach you, or even say a word. Your little show yesterday still had everyone shaken up.

“Well what do we have here!?”

A certain voice ripped through the hall.

“Is Y/N, the little sensitive brat still mad at me?” Bakugou laughed. You stayed quiet. “Hey! I’m talking to you.”

“Leave me alone.” you mumbled.

“What?!” Bakugou replied.

“...You heard me. I said leave me alone.” you tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way.

“What if I don’t want to!?” he challenged.

“.....”you turned the opposite way and decided that ,maybe a detour would get him off your back.

...

“Here.” A lunch box was thrown in front of you.

You had been avoiding Bakugou for three days, so you were surprised when he finally found you in an empty classroom.

‘What’s this?”

“I haven’t seen you eat lunch in four days, take it and eat it.” he demanded like a stern parent. “Your quirk could suffer if you aren’t well fed.”

“Why do you care? You insult my quirk every chance you get.” you mumbled, opening the box. You were welcomed (and surprised) by all your favorite foods in the box. Almost as if he knew exactly what you liked in and out. But it’s not like Bakugou took his time to ask around and demand from your friends to know your favorite places to hide or favorite things to eat, that would be stupid!...right?

“I don’t. I just don’t need you slowing me down just because you aren’t caring for yourself.” he replied. “So sit down and eat...and..I guess I’m sorry about that prank.”

“You guess?!” you repeated in shock. “Let me guess, Izuku got in your head and convinced you to try and wave some stupid white flag to get me to forgive you?” you spat. “Or did Iida threaten you or something?”

Bakugou hid his surprise, he never heard you speak in that tone before. Your voice was usually happy sounding and giggly, this side of you could even freeze over a volcano.

“No!” he retorted. “It’s just seeing you cry over something so little is ridiculous that I figure that-...you’re crying again!!?!” he growled, seeing you sniff.

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” you turned away, wiping your eyes. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because...you’re so nice to everyone that it could get you into trouble!” he fired back. “Plus you never treat ME with the same respect.”

“Because my first day here, I tried to say hi to you and you laughed in my face.” you said sheepishly. “Then you said that if I thought I was worthy if being your friend then I was mistaken.” you recalled your very first day back then.

“Well WHY DID YOU LET ME GET IN YOUR HEAD THEN?!” he exploded again, crossing his arms. “I’m not that much of a monster...plus...you aren’t...completely useless.”

He would never compliment your quirk, ever. He wouldn’t compliment anybody’s and you weren’t any different...but he had to admit...you were pretty good at what you were able to do.

“and...y-you aren’t a complete worthless person” he mumbled.

“Huh?” you were confused. “Do you hate me or like me because you’re starting to confuse me now!” you whined.

“God-damnit! Do I have to do everything?!” he snapped. Before you knew it, Bakugou put his hands on both your shoulders and kissed you suddenly. To keep you from pulling away, his hands moved to your cheeks, gently caressing each side of your face.

He pulled away to find you looking as if you just saw a ghost. You could only pray he didn’t see the way your face was heating up like a tea kettle.

“N-now stop being sad and dreary! You look...nice when you smile.” he snapped, mumbled the last part.

“I do?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated me?”

“I do! I mean...I don’t! I mean..ARGH!” he seethed. “SHUT UP!”

“I didn’t say anything!” you pouted!

“ARGH!” Bakugou kissed you again, this time wrapping his arms around your waist. You were taken aback when one of his hands gingerly held onto the back of your head. Not knowing what you were doing, you gently held onto his shirt collar returning his affections.

Bakugou must have come to his senses before he pulled away from you, inhaling sharply as if he was almost drowning.

“Uh....eat your f-food stupid. I’m not leaving until that box is empty.”

Wordlessly you sat down and Bakugou pulled up a chair and sat across from you, both of you thinking the exact same thing.

What. the. hell. just happened...and why did you like it so much?

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To Have A Villain’s Quirk

TWENTY: FACE REALITY

Song: Glassy Sky - AmaLee

"Alright, everybody! Last match of the semi-finals is about to be underway! Give it up for the rising heroes of class 1-A, Bakugo versus Hiyama!" After the little snack she had, she was raring to go. It was true that the fresher the meat, the more power basically. But it also meant that she wouldn't need to feed for a while, depending on how this match went. Kaida brushed her hair back as she walked into the stadium, catching her Midoriya with the rest of her classmates. He gave her a thumbs up, making her smile. She walked onto the raised platform, facing the boy she had been training with for weeks. Those two would know each other's moves better than anyone.

"Ready!" Midnight yelled, raising her whip. She saw the grin on the boys face as she crouched down, preparing herself for launch. "Begin!"

Kaida let him close in on her, one tail taking the brunt of his explosions while she defended herself. The tails she had in the last matches varied, but after consuming the fresh meat she had been offered, the number of tails seemed to multiply with her eyes glowing brighter. She was up to eight tails thanks to Midoriya helping her boost her power. The look on Bakugo's face was obvious, he was just as surprised as the rest of their classmates. He didn't pause as he kept giving explosion after explosion. "Bakugo's vicious rushes are almost unstoppable!"

"Since when can you use eight tails?" He shouted, sending a harder blast at her. She blocked, latching two of the tails into the ground as best as she could to keep her from going too far back.

"Thank Izuku." Was all she said, a smirk forming on her lips as he faltered, hearing those words. It didn't take him long to understand, coming to a stop with eyes wide as he looked up into the stands before back at the girl, catching a hint of red tinting the corner of her lips. He almost cackled as he took off towards her.

"So, you've hit that level of desperate, huh?" He called out, her sending a few tails to try to grab him. Try was the key word. There was a part of her that knew she would miss, but she was always one to come up with a back up plan.

"Not desperate. You know my style, you know what I would and wouldn't do. After all, it's like Mr. Aizawa said." She ducked under his hand to uppercut before he could react, shaking her hand a bit as he was sent back, recovering in the air. "No good hero is a one-trick pony."

"Hiyama must really look up to you to quote you, Eraser!" Mic's voice sounded like he was surprised if not almost laughing. She only heard a grunt after him. But up in the booth, he had a hidden smirk on his face. She had come such a long way, just like everyone else. he knew her quirk, and how some of the teachers were worried, but she proved that she would never feed on a living being unless it was absolutely necessary. While the fight went on, he found Midoriya with the rest of his class, looking for where she could've fed on him before seeing there was a bandage just under his sleeve, where it shouldn't have been up that far. He only caught it because he had put his hand over it when she had said to thank him. She must've ran out of food.

While her tails were used to defend against his explosions, it gave her a chance to try to get closer to him, fighting hand-to-hand like they were practicing. But this wasn't practice, and they were using their quirks. Her fighting became more animated. While he stuck to using his quirk, she showed off what she had been learning, the fighting filled with flips, kicks, something that almost looked like she was dancing. She nearly celebrated when she finally got a tail wrapped around his wrist, but held her composure as she slung him towards her. She didn't fail to notice how he raised his other hand to blast her. But she was the one in control. Using the strength in the appendage to quickly twist him around, she sent out another tail to wrap around his ankle. It was enough to avoid a blast to her face, but it caught one of the tails. Down to seven tails. She's doing better than she thought she would.

"Dammit!" Bakugo growled, coughing out as he was slammed into the ground. The maroonette dropped to the ground, drawing the tails back around her as she readied her stance. She knew he wasn't done yet, but neither was she. As if on cue, he blasted from the ground with a battle cry, heading straight for her. She launched herself towards him, into the blast he was sending her way. There were multiple gasps but she came through the blast with hardly a scratch, the tips of her uniform a bit burned. As soon as she landed on the other side of the blast, her tails were back, circling around either side of him.

"Wow! It looks like Hiyama turned off her quirk in the middle of the blast, even though it left her vulnerable! Why would she do that?"

"When one of her tails is injured, they disappear, and she can't regrow that one back until she's been completely healed. We saw that a little bit ago with Bakugo's blasts. She had eight, she's now down to seven. She's reserving all that she can."

Bakugo didn't want to admit it, but he panicked a little. They had only tried with hand-to-hand, not with their quirks. So, he never actually paid too much attention to what she could do with it in a fight. He fired himself up, sending a large blast around the entire area, just like in his fight with Uraraka. The force was enough to distract her, letting her guard down to deactivate her quirk. He smirked, blasting towards her and grabbing her face. There were startled yells from all around the stadium as he blasted her straight in the face and into the ground. Dust and debris was kicked up as she was nearly buried into the concrete. The dust cleared quickly to reveal Bakugo breathing heavily, standing away from the skid marks across the platform. People had their mouths covered as they looked onto the scene, Midnight about to call the match.

Three tails erupted from the small crater, digging into the ground next to it as she raised herself into the air. Her hair waving wildly in the wind as the two remaining tails shot towards her opponent.

"Whoa, what's this! Hiyama's still going!"

Bakugo blasted out of the way as she jolted around him, using the tails to propel her through the air, feinting wrapping them around him, knowing he would come towards her to dodge them. She interlocked the tails behind him, deliberately bringing him into her. She smirked as the look of realization fell onto his features, hand mid blast as the tails wrapped around their bodies, but leaving the ash blond's head exposed. She used her last tail as a launch pad, sending them into the air as he struggled to get free, setting off the blasts inside the safe area of the tail barrier. She tilted them towards the ground, spinning them as fast as she could until they smashed into the ground.

The debris and dust was sent up once again as Present Mic hollered about her move. It took a good minute for it to clear, everyone chattering as they looked for movement. When it did, Cementoss and Midnight were trying to find them under the debris. Suddenly, the rubble moved, blond hair appearing under the dust. Katsuki just barely pulled himself to his feet, covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt. Midnight threw up her whip.

"Hiyama is unconscious! Bakugo is the winner!" The cheering began for him, except from Class 1-A. They watched as Cementoss pulled the battered girl from the rubble, setting her upon the robotic gurney. The explosion quirk user watched the girl get wheeled away before walking away, head down.

*

"I've never seen her fight like that before.."

"I don't think I've actually seen her fight."

"Did you see how she was moving?"

The students from her class voiced in as they wheeled her away, Midoriya quickly standing and catching everyone else's attention. "Midoriya?" He didn't say anything before he sprinted from the area, the others frowning to each other.

*

Izuku walked down the hallway to the make shift recovery room, peeking his head in to see Recovery Girl hovering near the ghoul. He cleared his throat, the lady turning around with a smile. "Oh, hello again, here to see your friend?" He nodded, walking closer.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, well, I'm about finished up here so feel free to take a seat." He nodded again, sitting beside the unconscious girl, frowning as he looked at her. She was covered in dirt and dust, hair down in knots with cuts covering her arms and face. And probably the rest of her body, too. But he watched closely, seeing the cuts slowly healing themselves. It was fascinating to watch. Recovery Girl eventually left, knowing she was in good hands, so she could go check on her other patients.

He sat there for a few minutes, silent as he looked her over. He didn't see her with her hair down often but it was a nice change, he didn't know why she didn't do it more. He could only imagine that it got in the way.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Deku?" Midoriya jumped, eyes wide as he made contact with the red eyed boy.

"K-kacchan! What are you doing here?!" He stumbled to stand, watching as he slowly walked closer, hands shoved in his pockets.

"What does it look like I'm doing, idiot?" He stopped just before the bed, looking down at her face. "What did the old lady say?" Midoriya blinked in surprise before slowly sitting back down.

"You did a lot of damage, but nothing her quirk can't regenerate herself."

"I guess it helps she ate fresh meat." Izuku's eyes snapped back up to see Katsuki glaring right through him. "Why did you let her do that?"

"I.." They both turned to look at the door, hearing a noise outside of it but not seeing anything. Bakugo snorted, staring at the corners before looking back to the other. He raised a brow for him to continue. The boy sighed, looking to Kaida. "She ran out of food, and was low on strength. She didn't want to.. I could tell she was really afraid. Almost like eating fresh flesh would make her inhuman."

"She isn't human. Her quirk is what she is, no matter what she wants to think. But it's apart of her. It's who she is, so I don't know why she wants to be human so bad." Bakugo pulled one of the extra chairs, sitting down in it as he crossed his arms.

"I think I know why.. did she ever tell you about her childhood?" The other shook his head, so he went to open his mouth to say something, only to be cut off.

"It's not your story to tell, Izu.." A voice coughed out, raspy from the amount of dust she had inhaled. The boys jumped up, leaning over her as her eyes slowly focused on the two above her.

"Kai!"

"You idiot! What the hell were you thinking, pulling that stunt! I could've killed you!" She laughed dryly, carefully pulling herself to sit up.

"It'll take a lot more than that to kill me.." She tilted her head to Bakugo, smiling a little. "Congrats, you deserve it.." Their looks softened a little, noticing how forced her smile was. "You have to win now, though. Got it?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course, I'm gonna win." He defended, crossing his arms again. She only nodded and looked up at the ceiling. "Hey! Don't talk like you're fuckin dying either. You're fine. There's no way I messed you up too badly."

"Hah, no. You didn't. Do you mind leaving me alone for a bit? I'll be there for the awards ceremony. I just wanna lay here for a bit longer. I'm pretty sore." She didn't meet their eyes as she glanced away. They exchanged looks before Midoriya nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and go. I'll see you soon." He looked at her a little longer before sighing, walking out of the room. Katsuki was left standing there, staring at the girl.

"You did that last move on purpose, didn't you?" There was no response. "Tsk! Answer me, damnit! Why did you do that, knowing that you would knock yourself out? Red!"

"You know you can call me Kaida.. we've been friends for a while and I call you Katsu anyways. I think we've been through enough for you to drop that stupid nickname." The sound of her voice was harsh but soft, causing the blond to grit his teeth.

"It's not like I asked you to call me that."

"But you never stopped me. Not really." He rose from his seat, sighing as he looked away.

"Just get healed up, idiot." He shoved his hands into his pockets, turning and stopping at the door. "See ya at the ceremony.. Hiyama." Then he was gone. She wanted to laugh. The last name was a start. Once the door was shut, she ran her fingers through her hair, making her way through the knots. She clenched her teeth as the forced smile faded into a grimace, eyes cast down. How could she try to be happy today? After everything? She couldn't.

There was a tv in that room as well, turned to the tournament as they announced Katsuki and Todoroki facing each other. Kaida clenched the blanket in her hands as she watched. She was afraid of what would they do to each other, them being the most powerful students in the class. She kept her eyes on the screen as Recovery Girl came back into the room to check on her, the match beginning. "Your injuries seem to be healing up nicely, how's your knee doing?" Kaida's eyes snapped over to the lady's, confused.

"M..my knee?" She nodded, removing the blanket to show her left leg, from the bottom of her thigh to the top of her calf, wrapped in bandages with a brace. "Oh.. I.. I didn't even know."

"Mhm. That fall you took buried you under the rubble so bad that the pressure of Bakugo leaning on you ruptured the area. How he got out unscathed, I will probably never know. But. I was informed by your teacher that you ran out of food, so healing that is going to take a little longer. I'd say, eat something when you get home to speed up the process. I'll give you some crutches, then you can go join your classmates and watch the rest of the match." Kaida nodded as the hero did her thing, the girl turning her head back to the screen.

She was soon sent out of the room, her carefully making her way down the halls of the stadium. She did pass a few people who stopped and pointed, chattering amongst themselves, she simply ignored them. It didn't take her too long to get to the 1-A seating area, stepping in as the match was beginning to wrap up. Her eyes widened as it got worse, slowly coming down the stairs while ignoring the calls of her classmates. She stopped in front of the wall that blocked the area from getting hit with anything below, watching as Todoroki practically gave up, which sent her fiery friend into fury. The match was called, much to Bakugo's dismay.

The ceremony was announced to be in just thirty minutes, to give the top three time to rest up. She went to turn, only to find floating clothes next to her, causing her to shriek in fright, and startled her other classmates. "H-Hagakure?" The girl in question gasped as she screamed, waving her hands frantically even though no one else could see it.

"Oh, Kai, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! I thought you heard me!" The other shook her head, trying to get her heart to slow down. "I'm sorry! Are.. are you okay? You seemed pretty worried, and you weren't answering us." Kaminari and Ashido joined the girls, frowning a little.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just. A lot on my mind." They nodded before Denki put a smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood.

"But, hey! Uh, you came in third! That's awesome!" They realized what he was trying to do and immediately joined in, attempting to make her smile. It only helped a little.

"Hiyama! Shouldn't you be getting healed by Recovery Girl? Why the hell are you wearing a brace?" Bakugo stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at them.

"Ah, Katsu, congratulations on winning-"

"Don't avoid the question, idiot!" She scoffed, adjusting herself on the crutches to face him.

"You're the idiot! You're the one who ruptured my knee!" He jolted down the stairs, stopping in front of her.

"Me?! I wasn't the one who fuckin kamikazed into the ground!"

"You landed on top of me!"

"Kai, Kacchan.." Izuku started, trying to get between the two to no avail.

"Who's fault is that, ankle biter?!"

"Bitch, I will eat you!"

"..Did she just say she would eat him?" The class seemed a little- scratch that, extremely confused.

"I fuckin dare you! Have fun explaining that to the cops! You committed cannibalism!"

"It's a normal thing in this society!"

"It's really not!"

"Guys!" Kirishima called out between them, dropping a hand onto the blonds shoulder. The two stopped their arguing to look at the group staring at them.

"What are you looking at?" Bakugo snapped, while Kaida looked between everyone. This was what she needed, to distract herself. Small giggles started to build in her chest, attracting everyone's attention. She was given confused looks as the laughter gained, using her crutches as support, her just laughing away. Her laughter couldn't stop a few of the others from smiling either. She wiped at her eyes as a few of the girls laughed along with her, her laughter slowly dying down as she looked at Katsuki.

"Th-thank you, Katsu.. I needed that."

"Aww, Kai!" Mina squealed, gently squeezing her friend in a hug. Hagakure and Jirou both joined in the hug, smiling.

"Tsk.. whatever." He looked away from the group, Kaida slowly pulling away from the girls to raise her arms to the boy in front of her. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Come here." His eyes widened, him taking a step back.

"Fuck no! I don't do hugs."

"Katsu! Come on, at least help me back up the stairs."

"Do it yourself!"

"Izu," She turned to the green haired boy beside her. "Will you help-"

"Oh, hell no. Dammit, come on! Give me the crutches." While he was grumbling, taking the crutches from the girl, Kaida turned her head to look at her friends with a big grin. They sweat dropped. She knew exactly how to play the explosive boy.

They watched him wrap his arm around her waist, the crutches in his other hand. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder, her other hand resting on his chest. She was advised not to use her quirk for a while, so it wouldn't steal too much of her energy to heal, or else she would have used the tails to walk.

The group watched them walk away, more confused than ever but finding it almost adorable. They had never seen Bakugo care so much for someone like he did for Kaida, not that he would ever admit it. They all went back to their seats, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Bakugo helped the maroonette to a good point where she could do it on her own, walking with her to the stage they would be on. They found Todoroki was already there. She stayed out of their way as she was led to the third place podium, listening to Bakugo rant about Todoroki not going all out. Mentioning how even she didn't hold back. Eventually she just turned everything out, from him ranting, to All Might giving her the medal, even to when she was back in the waiting rooms with the rest of her friends. She was quiet as the rest of them chatter away, distracted by the festival. Kaida pulled Izuku aside, away from everyone.

"Kai? What's wrong?" He saw the look on her face, lowering his voice. "Ready to go?" She nodded and he glanced at everyone behind them before walking out with her. Earlier, she had asked him to walk her home, not wanting to risk doing that alone while she was vulnerable.

It was time to face reality.

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[theolddarkmachine]

Imaginary- Chapter Three

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Don’t really have a note today, this time change has got me brain dead lol Hope you enjoy :)

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Three days.

Izuku has three days until he starts his new job at the Noto police department.

Just three very short days to get it together, and he’s never felt as close to cracking as he did in that very moment standing in his own backyard with a crying 4-year-old and a metric ton of guilt pushing down on his shoulders.

To say the last four days had tested him would be an understatement of vast proportions.

Each day it had felt as if he’d hit another parental hurdle, each set higher than the last in some universal gag to try and trip him up. And it had all started with that fateful introduction of that damned imaginary friend.

The first day, he’d walked into their living room to see it had been rearranged in a psuedo obstacle course. Couch turned catawampus and pillows tossed across the floor, he’d caught Eri as she was climbing up the tilted coffee table toward the armrest of the sofa.

Kacchan says the floor is lava and we can’t touch it or we’ll burn up, she’d exclaimed as Izuku had inhaled for five and then back out for five.

The second day, after a few failed attempts at calling her down for lunch, Izuku had marched his way to her room to find her walls decorated with stick figure murals. He’d stood there in abject horror as his gaze had tracked across the colorful doodles in which he, Eri and some mysterious blond stick figure seemed to star. Izuku had had to swallow down a strangled sound as he’d tried to mentally calculate how she had managed to get some of the drawings several feet higher than the rest.

Those are Kacchan’s, Eri had said proudly as Izuku had inhaled for ten and then back out for ten.

On the third day, Izuku had run up the stairs in a panic after hearing what sounded suspiciously like an overflowing bathtub. Bubbles had cascaded through the hall from the bathroom where he’d found Eri sitting on the closed toilet, smiling brightly with bubbles perched on top of her head like a curling sundae.

Kacchan says foam parties are the best, she’d said around a giggle as Izuku gave up on counting his inhale, instead waiting until his lungs burned.

He couldn’t be sure, but somewhere between the new art gallery on his walls and Bubblegate, Izuku had started to question whether Kacchan was less of an imaginary friend and more of a devil on Eri’s shoulder. Or maybe just a devil, full stop.

After the last few days, he should have known something was up when it was entirely too quiet. Lost in the mindless gathering of clothes and toys in preparation for Eri’s trip to the zoo and following sleepover with his mother, he hadn’t paid the blissful silence much mind. The peace had settled around Izuku like a comforting hug that had abated the constant burn of an unseen gaze that he’d constantly felt over the last few days.

That much should have been what tipped him off.

At the very least, he should have had the instincts to know nothing good happened when things were so peaceful.

The calm before a storm and all that.

Izuku had gone out into his backyard to ask Eri to come in and check that he had everything she wanted laid out before he attempted to get it all into her backpack, unsuspecting of the fact he would look up to find the 4-year-old standing on the patio’s roof with a bed sheet tied around her neck and a determined look on her face.

Which, led to this exact moment, with Izuku cradling the wailing girl in his arms, trying his best to rearrange his thoughts while also thanking every deity he could think of for letting him get there before she could have decided to test out the bedsheet’s wind resistance on her own.

“Shhh,” he shushes her quietly, squeezing her a little tighter to him and brushing a careful hand over her hair. It grounds him, as he times his breathing to the thoughtful strokes that seem to calm them both.

Moments pass as he continues to sway her, letting the quiet drag of time calm his heart and settle it back down from his throat. Guilt gnaws at the already frayed edges of his nerves as her sniffles press into the collar of his shirt.

His own fear had bled into his tone when he’d seen her on the roof, turning his panic into something sharper that had only seemed to scare her. An ache spreads out over his chest as he thinks about the way she’d started crying at his raised voice as he’d instructed her on how to get down. Izuku hadn’t meant for his words to come out so harsh, but in the moment, all he could feel was the unfiltered dread fed by the thought of every shortcoming he had had as a stand-in parent.

“Eri, what were you thinking?” He asks, trying to tamp down on the residual sternness in his voice as he squats to set her down. Pulling away to look her over, his heart clenches at the way her bottom lip wobbles. With another small sniffle, Eri grabs at a corner of the sheet and unceremoniously rubs away at some of the snot under her nose.

“Kacchan said he’d catch me,” she admits, her voice thick and eyes still watery as she looks up at him.

Of course he did, he thinks bitterly before biting his tongue. Swallowing down a growl of frustration with the copper taste of blood, Izuku lets his mind wander to the notebook sitting on his desk upstairs. The night after Eri had come into his life, he’d taken to the internet to create his own How To Be A Parent For Dummies manual. Filled to the brim with notes, there was one portion in particular that seemed to fit this imaginary friend situation.

Kindness, understanding, and patience.

Three words he has underlined and highlighted at the end of the numerous pages of handwritten notes.

Kindness, understanding, and patience, he repeats like a mantra in between calming breaths.

Kindness, understanding, and patience.

Kindness, understanding, and patience.

Settling his expression into a smile, he gently pulls the sheet corner from his small grasp and uses it to dry her cheeks.

“I’m sure he would have,” Izuku says carefully, searching her face for any sign that she picks up on the false note that colors his voice. “But it’s still very dangerous, even if he would have caught you. You wouldn’t have wanted him to get hurt, would you?”

There’s another loud sniffle as she shakes her head before casting her gaze over Izuku’s shoulder.

“I had her.”

It’s a quick, indignant growl that somehow sounds both distant and close as he feels a shudder roll like thunder down his spine. In spite of himself, he turns his head to cast a glance behind him. A warm breeze rustles his curls as he keeps his stare locked on the space behind him, seeing nothing but the empty yard stretched out to his back.

Searching for something and nothing, he finally turns back to Eri to see that her teary frowned has upturned slightly.

“I’ll tell you what,” Izuku says carefully, ignoring the sudden burn of an unseen stare at the center of his shoulder blades.

“How about you let me know before you and Kaachan start playing from now on, okay? Just so I can make sure neither of you gets hurt.”

Quiet fills the space between them as Eri’s eyes cut back and forth between Izuku and the space behind him, almost as if in silent question. Opening his mouth to say something else, he quickly snaps it shut when she finally stops on him and nods.

“Okay, Daddy Izuku,” she says, her smile finally touching her eyes. It cracks something in his chest and Izuku breathes for what feels like the first time since he’d stepped out into the backyard.

“Alright, you, how about you run up to your room and make sure I have everything for your sleepover, and I’ll be right up,” he says before pulling her in for another hug. Eri’s giggle is bright as he feels her drag her nose over his shoulder and fist her hands in the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” she says into his shirt as she hugs him tighter. With a kiss pressed to her hair, Izuku pulls away gently.

“It’s okay, I just worry about you,” he smiles before ruffling her hair. Eri’s laugh is bright as she playfully jerks away from the show of affection.

“Now go on in,” Izuku continues, tilting his chin back toward the house. Grin growing ever wider, Eri runs toward the house with the sheet waving wildly behind her. Several beats pass as he watches her disappear up the stairs toward her room. It isn’t until he’s sure she isn’t coming back that he takes a steadying breath before standing and turning toward the empty yard.

“I don’t know who or what you are,” he says, letting his annoyance color his tone a darker shade. It makes him feel like a fool, speaking out to nothing, and that only makes his next words come out harsher.

“But I will find a way to make you pay if anything happens to Eri.”

Unsurprisingly, he’s met with silence.

***

The words on his phone blur as Izuku continues to scroll through yet another parenting blog, scanning the tags on the posts for anything that might pertain to him and his situation, whatever the hell his situation even is.

Something tells him none of these mommy bloggers are going to have an answer for why he may or may not be randomly hearing what is supposed to be an imaginary friend.

Of course, maybe they could, but since he was scared about what results he might get back if he searches why am I hearing voices, he supposes he’ll never really know.

Sighing loudly to himself, he reaches a hand blindly toward what was surely now a tepid cup of coffee. Sitting up just enough to ensure he doesn’t choke, Izuku takes a quick sip, wincing at the coolness of the liquid that had seemed to have sapped it of its flavor.

With another sigh, Izuku sets the mug back down before dropping his back onto the couch cushions to continue his fruitless venture through the seventeenth Parenting 101 blog he’s found that morning.

Something also tells him this wasn’t what his mom had meant when she’d smiled up at him, patted him gently on the cheek  and said to enjoy some “him” time.

I know that look, sweetie, she’d soothed. It’s like looking in a mirror during your hero phase.

Izuku can’t quite remember if he’d given his poor mother this many problems with his own imaginary friend, but now that he’s been on the receiving end, he makes a mental note to order her a muffin basket.

Maybe this was some kind of karma, he thinks, going back to his search window and clicking the next blog. The title of the first entry seems promising as it exclaims What To Do When Your Kid’s ‘Imaginary Friend’ Is A Troublemaker in loud pink letters.

Scanning his gaze quickly over the words, Izuku makes it about half way through the opening anecdote when his phone starts buzzing loudly in his palm. The suddenness of it causes him to jump as he drops it screen down right in the middle of his face.

“Ow,” he moans, pulling the still vibrating device from off his face and rubbing gently at his nose. It’s only a moment more as he reads the contact name flashing across the screen before he answers.

“Oh good, you’re still alive,” Shinso’s drawl is flat as Izuku presses the phone to his ear. If he was anyone else, he might think Shinso sounds almost disappointed in the fact. Luckily, he isn’t though, and he can catch the faint fondness that lingers in his words.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be?” Izuku slings back without any real bite as he stares up at the ceiling. Drumming his fingers on his stomach, he hears a soft sound caught between a laugh and an exhale on the other end of the line.

“I’m not sure what I thought since I haven’t heard from you since you left,” Shinso hums. Guilt, sharp and ragged, once again shoots through Izuku’s chest for the second time that day as he sits up.

“I’m sorry—” he starts, pushing the words around the stone that’s forming in his throat.

“It’s a joke, Green,” Shinso cuts him off, “you’re busy, I get that. New dad, no manual, I get it.”

His words pull a small laugh from Izuku though the ache remains, pushing dully at the confines of his chest and up at his throat in an attempt to choke him. Rubbing his nose again, Izuku coughs to loosen the suffocating ball.

“Can’t believe you’ve learned how to tell a joke since I left,” he teases with a rasp as he reaches for his subpar coffee.

“Clearly not well enough if you didn’t get it,” Shinso chuckles low, the sounds of it caught up in his infamous drawl. “How’s my favorite partner been?”

Rolling his eyes at the question, Izuku takes another sip of the cold coffee. It’s disgusting at this point, but it does do something for the knot pressing at the base of his throat.

“I’ve been better,” he replies truthfully around his wince as he drops his mug back onto the deep colored wood of his coffee table.

Shinso is one of the few people he feels truly comfortable being honest with. Having been paired together at the police academy, they’d been through their fair share of misunderstandings, only to come out on the other side with an appreciation and understanding of each other.

Opposites in many ways, they had both shared the same heroic ideals, born from the same desire to make the world a better place.

Granted, Shinso’s came with the hard plated armor of a rather large chip that he kept carefully balanced on his shoulder, but Izuku couldn’t quite blame him for that.

After all, he was sure he’d also be a bit abrasive if he’d heard throughout his whole life that he’d only ever turn out like his criminal father.

“Not you, Green,” Shinso scoffs, shaking Izuku of his reverie.  “Jeez, I mean Eri.”

His answering laugh is loud, breaking through the guilt stacked up against his sternum as he pushes himself up off the couch.

Shinso had been the only other person that Eri had taken to, though Izuku suspects it had been more out of necessity in the beginning. The purple haired man had been a veritable cornerstone in beginning. No matter the day or time, Shinso had helped out whenever he could, and eventually, he’d won her over.

Uncle Shinso, Eri had taken to calling him.

By the time they left, he wasn’t sure who had ended up crying more.

After a mindless lap around the living room, Izuku leans down to pick up a discarded toy. It’s the fuzzy purple people eater that Eri had excitedly named Shinso, a fact that draws a smile along his face.

“She’s doing great, Shinso,” he says fondly, making his way to the designated toy corner and dropping the stuffed animal into the box that sits there.

“She seems to like her daycare, and she really likes being near mom. She’s got an imaginary friend now.”

Izuku prattles, as if reading off a checklist, as he continues to tidy up the room aimlessly.

“That imaginary friend giving you trouble?” Shinso cuts in during a pause in his musings, voice carefully thoughtful.

“How could you tell?” Izuku asks sarcastically, leaning down to grab another toy. The toy’s eyes stare up at him, it’s smile a wide grin that feels almost taunting as he moves it to the toy box.

“Call it intuition,” Shinso laughs, causing Izuku to roll his eyes once more as the toy thuds quietly where he drops it in the pile.

“And maybe a bit of experience. I remember giving my mom hell when I had an imaginary friend.”

“Mom made it sound a bit like I may have too,” Izuku replies as he sweeps the living room with one last look before making his way to the coffee table and grabbing his coffee cup.

“Which makes me wonder if this is some kind of karma.”

The musing earns him a loud snort.

“This too, shall pass,” Shinso states sagely before his voice goes soft around its edges. “It isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Izuku. She’s finally acting a bit more like a kid.”

Humming, more to himself than anything, Izuku swallows down one last sip of the unsavory liquid.

“I know,” he finally sighs after coming up from the mug’s rim.

And it’s true.

In the past week, Eri has acted more like a kid than she had in the few months they’d been a family. She was smiling more, and laughing more, and she had a twinkle in her eye that had been missing since they’d carried her out of that metallic shipping container.

For the first time since that fateful day, Eri had the look of a child, and he’s happy about that.

That, of course, didn’t stop the constant dark shadow clinging to the edges of his thoughts that constantly whispered over and over that maybe he was still out of his depth.

“I just—” Izuku starts, making his way towards the kitchen. He pauses in his words, before sighing. “I just worry, is all.”

“I know you do,” Shinso says quietly, almost apologetically, as if he has anything to apologize for. “But you’re doing great, Green. Really.”

Stepping up to the kitchen sink, Izuku dumps what’s left of his coffee into the sink and turns the water on. Filling the mug slightly, he swirls it around, watching as the water goes murky as it catches the coffee still clinging to the porcelain.

“Thanks, Shinso,” he replies, dumping the water down the sink before setting the cup down on its metal bottom.

About to turn away, a sudden glint of sunlight through the kitchen window catches his attention.

Just outside the gate to their front yard, is a man.

Sunlight catches in his hair, touching it with gold as it spikes up in cool disarray like some kind of exploding halo. It softens his features, which are twisted in a scowl as he looks up towards the house. Even from this distance, Izuku can see the pinched line between his eyebrows, as if he has something on his mind.

Shinso’s voice is distant as Izuku continues to watch him gaze at the house as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. The motion pushes his shoulders back, almost as if he’s waiting for some kind of altercation.

His scowl seems to deepen the longer he stares, and for a fleeting moment, he looks almost dangerous.

A burn in his chest reminds him to breathe as he watches the stranger slowly track his gaze from the upper windows of his home down to the kitchen one.

An all too familiar chill dances along his spine as the stranger’s gaze captures his own.

“Izuku?” His name pulls him back by the throat. Shaking his head quickly as if to shake the vestiges of the unknown man’s stare, he turns quickly on his heel and makes his way to the front door.

“Can I call you back?” Izuku says as an answer, ignoring the confused sound Shinso makes in the back of his throat.

“Everything alright?” His friend asks, equal parts curious and worried.

“Yeah, just gotta check something out,” he says, rushing the words as he pushes his feet into his shoes.

“Alright, talk to you later then,” Shinso sounds bewildered as Izuku hangs up.

Throwing open the door, he steps out into the sunlight. Blinded momentarily by its sudden brightness, Izuku raises a hand to shield his eyes from the glare.

“Hey!” He calls out, gaze searching the sidewalk only to find that the stranger is already gone.

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#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk #bakudeku #me @ me: please let deku rest

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Can you do a HC for Shoto, Bakugou, and Kirishima? One where their S/o is a an outgoing person with everyone else, but a shy mess when they're around their crush? How do the guys end up falling for such a shy girl?

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto was quite used to having two sides.

So yours was understandable, to an extent.

What confused him more was why it centered around him in particular.

He’d been making more effort socially lately.

So the mulling over of your reactions was to be expected.

Were you scared of him? Midoriya acted similarly around Bakugo, at least he had before.

He didn’t think he’d done anything to warrant fear? Had he overlooked something? Said something?

None of it made sense. The rest of the group was starting to worry about the brooding looks he’d slip into in class and at lunch.

It all clicked when he noticed Midoriya acting almost the exact same way to someone he didn’t recognize. He cornered the flushed boy and interrogated him.

“So, you aren’t scared of them?”

“N-no! Todoroki-kun, I just…Well-! They’re…T-they’re pretty. And I uh-”

Oh.

O h .

You didn’t hate him. Or fear him.

Once he realized what he did to you, he made it his mission to keep doing it.

The next few days or so of your life are going to be filled with heart-warming stress.

He tries to figure out what it is that he’s done to make you feel like this.

Expect him to move closer to you at random intervals.

Hope you’re good at not choking, because he’s going to snag the spot next to you at lunch.

Very obvious in his observations.

Definitely corners you after a bit, needs to know more.

Asks questions about what makes you favor him, like he didn’t just call you out on your crush.

What an ass?! You love him.

What a blush this boy can make, once you come to a stuttering stop in the flow of compliments.

“Okay. Let’s date.”

This isn’t a question.

Takes your hand immediately after and leads you back to class.

Totally walks you home.

Love-struck mess and his siblings notice it when he gets home.

Ends up getting advice given which he both appreciates and is terribly embarrassed about.

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Oh god. The hardest to deal with.

He’s so wrapped up in himself and his goals it’ll take a while for him to notice anything is amiss.

Notices it more if you interact directly because you give off the same scared prey vibe that Deku used to.

Izuku is pretty much the standard comparison in the class for “is this person being shy”.

It pisses him off!

He hasn’t even done anything to you! Why do you act like how Deku did after years of bullying?

Sure- he’s crass, blunt and brunt, pig-headed, and honestly awkward as hell when he’s not loud and trying to intimidate…But he hadn’t done anything!

Does actually try to be calm now and then around you. Is he really scaring you that much?

It doesn’t help, probably just makes your heart flutter and everything is just as bad or worse.

He eventually does get fed up with it.

Will hunt you down and try to interrogate you on the spot.

Probably out in the open, in public…He’s such a dumbass.

It’s likely that you’ll flee and he’ll end up giving chase. He’s too stubborn to let this go.

Will 100% fuss at you until you tell him what the fuck is wrong.

He’s definitely not pouting that you don’t act as friendly with him like you do with everyone else.

Spoiled brat please love him.

If he makes you cry doing this he will actually panic.

Equal parts “Wants to yell more because panic” and “Shh shh no shut up it’s fine sHUT-” like an older sibling who’s about to be caught making the baby cry.

Listen he’s so smart. SO SMART. And so goddamn stupid. Observant and blind as a bat. Learns so well and never catches on.

He’s a mess.

If he really does manage to bully it out of you, whether you cried or not, he will look absolutely dumbfounded.

Like, listen. Romance does not seem to be a thing that is ever on his mind.

Doesn’t really consider it and often never considers it for anyone else either.

Once he processes it, he’s stuck between being prideful (because of COURSE he’s attractive!) and his denial-fueled fluster (he’s not embarrassed! YOU’RE embarrassed!)

Now it’s in his head. The idea of it. The idea of you.

Still probably just flees the scene because he’s an ass with poor sense of tact.

Grumbles something along the lines of “That answer’s my question, I guess.”

Doesn’t know what to do about it.

Love is a liability.

The bakusquard corners him after a couple days, having noticed how depressed you seem, how you avoid them and him.

Interrogates him and collectively groan when he explains.

“So you rejected her?”

“What? No?”

“…Bitch you left. You walked. Thats rejection.”

Has no room to fuss at their scolding because he is in fact, full of dumbass disease.

You’re heartbroken and it’s his fault.

With some reluctantly accepted help, and some equally reluctant emotional counseling, he shows up at your house on the following weekend.

Dressed nicely, flowers in hand and an ashamed apology on his lips.

Love isn’t natural for him, but he’s trying. He wants to.

He wants to try for you.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

This boy.

This goddamn boy.

Is so mean.

And he doesn’t even know it.

Much like the first two, he’s full of dumbass disease.

At least when it comes to certain feelings directed at him.

Might be suspicious, but nah, surely it’s something else! Right?

Leftover insecurity from years past is a bitch.

Works to assume he’s just maybe a little intimidating?

Makes a joke out of it, how he’s finally achieved scary.

No one believes him and says so.

His teeth could tear your throat out but he’s about as scary as a newborn puppy.

Definitely tries to get close to you, both to maybe be playful about his supposed intimidation and to try and get you to relax with him.

Likes being friends. They’re important!

You’re no exception, so count on him following you pretty regularly as he tries to “help” and be your friend.

Suffering is such sweet sorrow.

Head-pats are a thing that happens. It’s supposed to be calming right?

Accidentally shifts into Big Bro mode in trying to get you to relax with him.

Leans over you to help you get things off high shelves

Waits in line with you at lunch even if he’s got his food already

Walks you home after school because you’re Gonna Be Friends and its the manly thing to do!

The other members of the bakusquad consider intervening because Fucking Lord

but they don’t because they’re assholes and watching Kirishima obliviously make you swoon is great fun.

He gets touchier with you as things progress.

An arm around your shoulder, slung casually with a smile.

A hand on your back when the hallways get crowded.

Head pats and hair ruffles.

Some rando at the cafeteria makes brief conversation with him, and openly mistakes you for his girlfriend.

He flushes just as much as you do, quick to correct them that no, no!

You’re Just Friends.

They’re apologetic, clearly feeling awkward and excuse themselves.

Kirishima doesn’t miss how dejected you look.

You excuse yourself from lunch quickly, finding your appetite gone.

He offers to walk you to Recovery girl, if you’re feeling unwell-

But you decline, shying away from his hands and fleeing as calmly as you can.

Mina is first to jump on his ass

“Kiri, what did you do?”

He splutters out what happened a bit ago and the whole table groans.

“This is too much. This is painful. Kirishima, you have to go tell her you like her.”

“What?! But-! I don’t? We’re just-”

“Just Friends- we know. That’s what you’ve BEEN saying! For weeks!”

Has it really been that long?

“You’ve been doing almost nothing but follow her around like an excited puppy all this time, trying so hard to make her happy and feel nice with you- you really think this is just. Friendship?”

He swallows thickly. He can’t argue. Thinking up new ways to try and please you had been running through his head for a while.

“So…you guys think she likes me?”

Food is flung at him.

The whole squad works to clean him up and hunt you down before the school day is over.

You’re wrapped in tape and being dashed across campus to a quiet spot where Kiri waits, fists gripped so tight he can feel his quirk acting up in waves all over his body.

You’re far from composed when you’re quickly unwrapped and set on your feet, squeals and laughs disappearing into the distance while you look awkwardly between the ground and your crush.

“I…[Name], I’m sorry.”

You feel like you’re going to puke. He finally figured out. Did they bring you here just to watch you crash and burn?

“Nothing I’ve been doing lately has managed to make you relax, or make you smile!”

What.

“Maybe…Maybe this will?”

You hear wolf whistles from somewhere over the ringing in your ears and the pulse in your neck as Kirishima presses a firm kiss to your lips.

#request #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #headcanons #presumed seperate romances?? #lemme know if not and ill revise :P #absolus-fire #whoops this bitch long #there isnt really an ideal place to put a cut tho #so sorry ;0; #fluff