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thepaperpanda · 8 months

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Rock-Solid Wishes || Eijiro Kirishima x f!Reader

Summary: you and the rest of Class 1-A prepare a surprise party for Kirishima

Author: Bear & Cass

A/N: since our beloved Red Riot has a birthday today, we decided to write a little fluffy fic to celebrate the occasion 💗💗

Kirishima Eijiro woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring a cacophony of noise in his ear. It was another day, just like any other day, or so he thought. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

Today was his birthday, a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone in his class. After all, they were all heroes-in-training with plenty of their own concerns. And birthdays, well, they were just another day, right?

But as he sat up in bed, that nagging feeling persisted. He looked around his room, noticing the familiar posters of his favorite heroes on the walls, and it hit him: he felt alone. It wasn't the kind of loneliness that came from a lack of company; it was the absence of a connection, a feeling of being adrift.

Slipping on his uniform, Kirishima made his way to the common area, still pondering what to do with his day. He'd never been one to seek attention or make a fuss about his own birthday.

"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!” You waved at him from the couch, while enjoying some fancy morning tea that Momo decided to make.

Kaminari approached Kirishima right after your little greeting. "Heey there, man! You are up a little later than usual. You good?"

Kirishima grinned at your greeting, "Morning, Y/N-chan!"

Turning to Kaminari, he chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I slept in a bit. Just needed some extra rest, you know?"

Mina, who was practically bouncing with energy, couldn't help herself, "Hey! How was your night? Did you dream of anything exciting?"

Midoriya chimed in, "Yeah, Kirishima, did you have any cool dreams?"

Kirishima blinked and chuckled, the warmth of his friends' greetings filling the room. "Well, I might have had a dream about climbing a giant, unbreakable mountain, but other than that, it was just a regular night. Thanks for asking, guys!"

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. "Only he could dream about something that stupid."

"Giant, unbreakable wall. Sounds just like you, Kirishima. Here, something for a good morning," Momo said, handing him a cup of warm tea.

"Hey, what's with that uniform, man?," Denki asked, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's shoulders and tugging on his tie slightly. "Don't you know we have a day off today? No need to be all fancy today."

Kirishima chuckled at Bakugo's comment. "Well, it's a dream, right? No rules in dreamland."

Taking the cup of tea from Momo, he nodded gratefully, "Thanks, Yaoyorozu!"

He grinned when Denki pointed out his uniform, "Oh yeah? Why? Nevermind. My bad then! Guess I got caught up in the routine. Thanks, dude." Kirishima loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button, feeling more at ease.

Midoriya smiled, "It's nice to have a day off for a change, right, Kirishima? We can just relax and do whatever we want!"

Tokoyami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, added, "Indeed. It's a chance to recharge and be ourselves outside of our hero duties."

"Yes, we can take a break from tests and Aizawa-sensei being scary," you sighed before taking a sip of the delicious tea.

"From what Iida said, Aizawa-sensei was needed somewhere. Some kind of emergency, and since 1-A is the best class there is, Nezu decided to let us have a day off," Sero explained.

"OH! I know! We can go out somewhere! Just have some fun while we have the day off!" Uraraka said excitedly. "Deku, let's go, and we can take Kirishima with us!"

Kirishima grinned at the prospect of a day off from tests and Aizawa's stern supervision. "Yeah, a break from the hero grind sounds awesome."

He chuckled when Sero shared the reason for their day off, "Leave it to Nezu-senpai to come up with a plan like that."

When Uraraka suggested going out for some fun, Kirishima's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea, Uraraka! I'm in! Let's make the most of our day off!"

Mina leaned in, whispering to Uraraka, "Don't forget, we gotta make sure Kirishima has an extra great day today. I'm super curious about his reaction."

"Don't worry. Just let us know when we can bring him back," Uraraka whispered and then turned to Kirishima. "Eijiro, I bet you know about some interesting places we can visit today."

Kirishima nodded, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's this cool park nearby. It's got a really nice walking trail and some fun activities. We could go check that out, or if there's anywhere else you guys want to go, I'm up for it!"

He was eager to spend the day with his friends, especially if it involved having a good time and relaxing.

"Sounds fun! Let's go there, and then we'll see what we can do next. But you should change first, Kirishima," she suggested.

Denki patted his back. "She's right! It would be a shame to get your school uniform all dirty."

Kirishima grinned, appreciating the concern of his friends. "You're right. I'll change into something more suitable for a day of fun at the park. Thanks, guys!"

Kirishima quickly changed into a red T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. He returned with his usual enthusiastic grin and ready for a day of fun. "All set and ready to go!"

"We are ready too!" Ochaco waved at him while standing near the door with Izuku. "Oh, I am so excited! Let's go, let's go!"

"Have fun, Kirishima-kun! You two as well!" you said loudly.

Kirishima joined Uraraka and Midoriya by the door, and as they headed out, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. "Yeah, let's go have a blast!"

At the park, they had a great time playing on the swings, going for a walk along the picturesque trail, and trying out the various park activities. The day was filled with laughter and fun, a well-deserved break from their hero training.

"Aaaaaaaaaand, they are out," you put your cup away and immediately got up from the sofa. "Mina? Sero? Denki? Do you have everything?" you asked.

The boys nodded eagerly. "Heck yeah, we do! I've never spent so much money on birthday decorations, but for my man Kirishima, it's worth it. I'll go grab them from my room," Denki summed up and ran to his room with Sero right behind him.

"Y/N?" Momo looked at you. "What about the cake? Sato can't join us, and he is the best when it comes to baking."

You only gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, I have plan B!"

Just moments later, you were standing next to Bakugo. "Ooooh, Kachan..."

Bakugo twitched and immediately growled. "Don't call me that! The hell do you want?"

"Well, we need a cake for Kiri, and you are one of the few people who actually know their way around the kitchen, so," you said as sweetly as you could.

"Nope," he shook his head.

Tokoyami looked at them from the couch, "Bakugo, are you saying you can't handle a simple cake? I'll even bet on it."

Mina continued decorating, creating a lively and colorful birthday atmosphere.

You gave him a smug smile, knowing full well this would work.

"I mean, even Izuku can bake a cake, but I guess it's too much for our Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."

"Shut up, bird face! And you two weirdo!" Bakugo snapped. "Fine! You want a cake for weird hair, then fine! I need basic stuff and lots of chocolate, and find me Icy-Hot. I'll need his quirk."

"You got it!" Nodding eagerly, you gave a thumbs-up to Tokoyami.

Tokoyami couldn't help but smile as he witnessed Bakugo grudgingly accept the challenge. He knew that Bakugo's pride would push him to prove he could bake a cake.

As he got up to go find Shoto, he was surprised to see Shoto entering the common room with a paper bag in hand. "Well, it seems like everyone's pitching in for Kirishima's birthday. Good timing, Todoroki."

Shoto nodded, his usual calm demeanor. "I heard you need a hand with preparations. I went to the store for paper hats. I thought it would add to the celebration."

"Bakugo needs you," Tokoyami gave Shoto a glance.

Shoto raised an eyebrow, his usual stoic expression revealing a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Bakugo to ask for his help, but he simply nodded and walked casually toward the kitchen. He was willing to assist since it was for Kirishima's special day.

"I don't need him, but I need his damn quirk," Bakugo rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I'll need it for preparing chocolate."

You quickly ran to your room and brought back all the stuff Bakugo requested for the cake. "Oh, Shoto! Wonderful idea. Paper hats will be perfect. Thank you so much. I just hope Tsu and Iida will be back soon with snacks, and I also got this shooting confetti for everyone."

Shoto approached Bakugo with a somewhat puzzled expression, his head tilted slightly to one side. He wasn't entirely sure how to assist Bakugo in this baking endeavor, but he was eager to help. He quietly awaited instructions, resembling a curious puppy unsure of what to do next. "So?"

Bakugo scoffed and snatched the bag from your hands. "Just follow my lead, Icy-Hot."

You jumped in your place, clapping your hands. Everything was slowly settling in its place like a puzzle! Everyone was eager to make this day special for Kiri.

While the cake was slowly prepared and decorations found their rightful places, you went to Jiro, who promised to prepare a CD for the birthday party.

Shoto continued to work with Bakugo, carefully heating the bowl of chocolate, ensuring it reached the right consistency. He occasionally scooped a bit to taste, emitting a contented hum as he did.

Jiro had finished preparing the CD and had set up the audio equipment in the common room. Everything was coming together nicely for Kirishima's birthday celebration. "I hope he'll like the music," said the girl.

"I bet he will! I picked his favorite bands!" You assured, clapping your hands.

The only sound you could hear in the common room was everyone's chatter as they prepared the surprises. There was also the sound of Bakugo yelling in the kitchen, but it's not like it could surprise anyone.

Everything was coming together as you had planned, and you were so grateful for your friends.

Mina, with the assistance of Tokoyami and Denki, had finished setting up the decorations.

Iida arrived with snacks, further contributing to the festive atmosphere.

Meantime, Kirishima eventually realized he hadn't eaten yet and his stomach rumbled. He turned to his friends. "Hey, how about we return to the dorm? I'm hungry..." The boy asked.

Midoriya nodded, sitting on a swing. "Sure!"

Ochaco checked her phone, seeing information from you and Mina that the party is ready. She poked Izuku and nodded her head, letting him know they could go back.

Back at the dorm, you made sure everything was as it should be. The only thing that made you worried was the cake since it looked like a rock and it was hard.

"Don't worry, dumbass! It's a good cake, it just has a thick layer of chocolate, so it looks like a rock. There's regular sponge cake with cream under it," Bakugo said.

"Wooooow! Look at that! Bakubro is really good in the kitchen! Not only with cooking!" Denki gasped, looking over your shoulder. All you could do is agree with him.

"Everyone! Lights out! Hide and get your confetti cannons, they are almost here!" Iida yelled.

You looked at Denki and quickly went to hide.

Bakugo wasn't really interested, so he just crouched down behind the counter.

Sero turned off the light, and everyone went quiet.

Kirishima, Uraraka, and Midoriya returned to the dorm, and Kirishima couldn't help but feel surprised by the quiet and darkness. Something wasn't clearly okay. "Where is everyone?" Kirishima whispered. "What if something happened when we were gone?!"

Midoriya put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "I think it's just the issue with electricity."

"Yes... I will go check," claimed Uraraka.

Quietly, they joined the others, receiving their own confetti cannons and party hats.

You counted to three, and then the lights went on. Everyone jumped out of their hiding spots and yelled, "Happy birthday, Eijiro!" while firing their cannons, bringing a colorful shower upon Kirishima.

Mina was one of the first to reach Kirishima, jumping at him and hugging him tightly, her excitement contagious. "All the best, birthday boy!"

Todoroki unleashed a mix of icy and fiery sparks beside shooting from his confetti cannon, creating a spectacular display.

Tokoyami's Dark Shadow picked Kirishima up, and the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. "Long live the Red Riot!"

Kirishima's eyes lit up with surprise and happiness as he took in the wonderful birthday surprise prepared by his friends. "Oh God, guys!!"

"C'mon! Don't tell us that you thought we forgot," Denki laughed. "How could we forget the birthday of our best buddy!"

You nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro!" you yelled, jumping happily.

"C'mon, put him down. It's cake time," Bakugo said, placing the cake on the table. "You'll need this," he added, handing Kirishima a little wooden hammer.

Kirishima beamed with excitement and gratitude, truly touched by the heartfelt surprise from his friends. "You guys are the best! I had no idea you were planning all this."

He accepted the little wooden hammer from Bakugo, ready to take on the cake. "Thanks, Katsuki! Let's do this!" Kirishima's enthusiasm was infectious, and he raised the wooden hammer, preparing to strike the unique cake.

Everyone watched, excited to see the cake on the inside when the main door suddenly opened, grabbing everyone's attention.

Aizawa walked in, holding Eri by the hand. "Oh, don't mind me. I just brought one more guest who wanted to wish Kirishima a happy birthday. Go on, just like I told you," Shota encouraged.

Eri nodded and walked up to Kirishima. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro! I hope all your wishes will come true!" the girl said.

All the girls melted seeing Eri being a sweetheart, and some of the boys did too!

Kirishima couldn't hold back his emotions as he hugged Eri tightly. "Thank you so much, Eri-chan! That's really sweet of you. I'm so happy you came!"

Dark Shadow started the CD player and some lively music could be heard, and the party continued with laughter, fun, and a heartwarming sense of togetherness.

After sharing the cake and even more wishes, everyone brought Kirishima a gift. Even Eri got him something small. The biggest surprise was that Bakugo actually had a gift for him. The only person who didn't give him a gift was you.

You caught Kirishima and gave him a tight hug. "Happy Birthday, Kiri! I hope you're enjoying yourself! It's your special day!"

Kirishima held you close, feeling truly grateful for the friends he had. "I'm having an amazing day, Y/N. Thanks to all of you, it's the best birthday ever."

"Oh, don't thank me! I couldn't have pulled it off without our wonderful friends!" You giggled, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I'm so happy you like it, Kiri!"

Kirishima sat in his dorm room, feeling content and exhausted after the wonderful surprise party thrown by his friends. He reflected on the day and couldn't help but smile. It had been a birthday to remember, filled with love and laughter. Now, he was ready to rest and recharge for the days to come.

You knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

Kirishima called out from inside, "Come in!"

"Well, hello there, birthday boy," you said, entering the room and closing the door behind yourself. "How do you feel after the great birthday party?"

Kirishima gave you a warm smile. "I feel amazing, honestly. It was the best birthday ever. Thanks to all our friends and, of course, to you for planning it all. I couldn't have asked for a better day."

You walked to him and hugged him tightly. "I was worried you would be upset with us pretending it's just a regular day. You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it so much."

Kirishima returned the hug, holding you close. "Mad? Nah, I thought it was awesome! You all really got me there. And, honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have friends like ours, and to have you in my life. It was perfect."

"My Kiri," you smiled and kissed his temple. "Oh! Right! Wait." After a moment, you presented him with a box. "I wanted to give it to you when we are alone."

Kirishima looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He took it from you and carefully opened it, revealing the contents.

It was a cute, handmade keychain of Crimson Riot. "Happy Birthday again, Eijiro," you said quietly.

Kirishima examined the keychain with a bright smile. "This is amazing! Thank you so much. It's perfect, just like you." He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, expressing his gratitude and affection, rubbing his nose against yours later.

You giggled, rubbing your noses together. "I bet you're tired. How about some evening cuddles? Just to cap off this fine day?"

Kirishima nodded, agreeing to the idea of ending his special day with some sweet cuddles. The two of you snuggled up together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep. It truly had been a fantastic birthday, and Eijiro couldn't have asked for a better way to end it.

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helloescapist · 8 months

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Senpai's Smile | Nejire Hado

Word Count: 1106

Setting: Nejire Hado x gn!reader

Content Warnings: SFW, fluff, autumn prompt, oneshot

Summary: classroom cleanup assignment has been moved outside due to the recent antics of the first years, offering you the rare opportunity to soak in the scenery.

[art work i not mine, full credit goes to the artist!]

Vivid vermilions caught your eyes, danced amongst the barren branches. Their delicate rattle shaking twigs, drifted amongst the delicate chill of the breeze that guided its path. The still brown bark shifted from summer, greeting the winter months to come. The leaves swayed beneath its influence; trembled in a dance with no song. Playful and rejoicing its reunion with the leaves that littered the gardens of U.A. Academy grounds.

The press of your lips that formed a smile, light as the air that mingled with the leaves, beckoned the play of their rustle. Allowed them to dance amongst its breath of life if only to enjoy its descent. Eyes of wander, snug against the scarf that nuzzled into your neck, met your school uniform beneath it, only faintly aware of the small chill that formed at the red of your nose. Far too enthralled to be spirited away by the tango of autumn leaves to notice how the cold had met the tips of your fingers, nor the rake that you clutched beneath the callous of your fingers.

The usual classroom cleanup had lent itself to repairing the gardens alongside the usual tasks such as cleaning up chalkboards, sweeping floors, and recycling trash. A recent spat between class, 1B’s Monoma Neito, and that of class 1A’s Bakugo Katsuki. The inner class turmoil had dragged from a class set match, one that had been outlined, and purposeful to increase the student’s combat skills, had concluded its lesson erupted from the wall of the building, plummeting two stories down into the garden. Robbing the remainder of the trees from their foliage, scattering rubble amongst the blades of grass, and withering the delicate autumn blooms that had fought back the chill. Absolutely no match to the explosive emitter, tarnished survival chances, and left the state of the otherwise beautiful retreat in ruins. Resulting in all classes to assist in the cleaning up, Principal Nezu having expressed it as an opportunity for classes to familiarize themselves with one another—sugar coated persuasion, but you had seized the opportunity to escape the mundaneness of the usual classroom tasks. you hated dusting the erasers.

Giggles that drifted amongst the breeze as harmonious and playful as the leaves. Delicate as a songbird, and warm as the sun that fought back winter’s chill. Periwinkle blue hair, curled to captivate her cheeks. Holding them dear only possible to you in daydreams. Long strands of hair that twirled in her motions, spun on her ankle with her own rake in the air. Oblivious to the way her skirt lingered in the air, far too immersed in enjoying the day. Perky despite the chores, and exuberant amongst the foliage. Her eyes mirrored of the sky, and the warmth of the day as beautiful as pools of apatite crystals. Luminescent in the light of day, the heat of her smile as her doll like eyelashes fluttered to meet your peeking. The linger of her gaze, forget-me-note blue eyes that held your heart and elicited an electric current that traveled from your chest to the heat of your cheeks. The blush that threatened to spread across your cheeks, traveled beneath the collar of your uniform. Horrified to be caught peeking at the senpai. once again. Allowed the panic to travel down your spine, jerking your chin from the cross-fires of her head tilt. Forcing your eyes to focus to the leaves that skittered across the ground, frantically scratching your rake against the fresh earth. Praying not to draw any more attention to yourself than your peeking had inspired.

“[FN!]” Her voice light and bouncy as her quirk allowed your body to take flight. Impish as a fairy in the sky, beautiful. To hear your name pass through her glossed lips. Chastised yourself for allowing something so simple to give your heart wings, and even more the way your shoulders jumped at her call. Y-You had nothing to be ashamed of! I-It wasn’t as if you had done s-something improper! You had just been looking that way when her skirt--- ah god above. You could feel the shudder of the blush reach your ears as you shyly peeked over your shoulder. You were not in the habit of spying; you just couldn’t help the way your attention tended to gravitate to the upperclassman.

Not that refuting any claims would save you from what was to happen next. The speed of her step faster than your own reflexes. The press of her chest against your own, the surprise of her close proximity having spread your arms. Disarmed you from your gardening tool, horrified at the undignified squeal that escaped from your lips as her weight bore down on your own. The slip of your feet beneath you, tumbled into the leaves. Hado-senpais’ form squished against you as her cheek met your own. The jostle of her giggles warm and inviting to your ears, the red of your cheeks pungently aware of the way she held her body to your own. A vision of a pixie lost in the autumn scenery, the odd leaves that stuck from her hair in variety of places. Her long strands rolled over her shoulder, tickled your nose as you laid beneath her. Shy eyes that traced the rounds of her cheeks, etched the flicker of her long eyelashes squeezed tight in her laughter. Joy that warmed your bones, heated your body thoroughly and shamed the tuck of your collar. Only stilled by the shuffle of the older girl as she flopped to her bottom, giggling at the crunch of leaves beneath her weight. Fistfuls of scavenged leaves caught between her nails as she tossed them your way. Her joy contagious, pulled you forward, and captivated your heart. Your thoughts focused on only one thing as you pressed your hands to one another, scooping up leaves with the bend of your back, and catching them through the air. Scattering your efforts amongst the breeze, disbursed by her joy.

To see senpai’s smile.

#nejire hado x reader #nejire x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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heyyy, i wanted to tell you that i love your writings and that you encouraged me to start writing myself. so thank you💕💕💕 I wanted to ask if you could write something about bakugou being your upper classman and eventhough hes mean to others he is nice to you, being all possessive and protective of you? you think its nice, calling him senpai and always looking up to him. hes your idol, you trust him with your life. so of course youll let him stay the night over. he pressures you into (1/3)

glad you’re writing! Writing is so fun, and even if you think it’s bad, you’ve still created something, be proud!!

Warnings - degradation, NSFW, dub con, abuse of trust & power. Manipulation, uhm Bakugou being a jerk.... what's new lol.

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“Katsu... ‘m tired, wanna sleep.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut again.

“No, no sleeping until I say. Don’t you want to make me happy? C’mon, I fucking know you do.”

He’s pushing at your body, jostling your shoulder while you lay on your side, eyelids heavy. You had agreed to let your senpai spend the night - Bakugou had said something about wanting to get out of his house for a bit, and you’d eagerly volunteered your own place.

The original plan was to let him have the bed, and you could sleep on the couch. You’d do anything for Bakugou, for the fiery blonde that hurled insults and spit curse words more than he breathed.

Those harsh words were never directed at you though, not since he’d found you crying on the first day of school because some dumb freshman had flipped your skirt up in the cafeteria.

You’d burst into tears at the jeering laughs, scrambling to pull your skirt down to cover yourself before darting out of the cafeteria, tears rushing down your cheeks. Bakugou had found you curled in the corner at the bottom of the stairwell, sobbing your heart out in embarrassment and humiliation.

At first he’d sneered at you, opting to ignore the pathetic little girl that had gotten her panties exposed, but something made him pause as he strode by you.

Maybe it was the way your breath hitched on each quiet sob, or maybe it was the memory of your cheeks loosing color before bursting into a brilliant red. Perhaps it was the thought of how your ass had looked, the brief glimpse he had caught of your panties before you’d pushed your skirt back into place.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou had stopped, retraced his steps, sighing as he crouched down in front of you.

“Stop fucking crying, it’s annoying. That piece of shit just wanted a reaction from you.”

You had glared up at him, scrubbing at your eyes with your fists.

Bakugou felt a bit taken aback when he locked eyes with you, your eyes clear and watery, the color of your iris vibrant and defined against your red, teary face.

“If it’ll make you stop crying, I’ll go beat his ass. Make the dumb fuck cry like a little baby.”

“Like how I’m crying?” You snorted derisively.

The blonde huffed, surprised that you weren’t shy of admitting your pathetic state. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

A tiny smile graced your lips, and Bakugou rose to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now get up, go get to class. You’re gonna be late and you’ll get detention or some shit.”

Later that day, after the last bell had rung and all the students were filing out of their classrooms, a scuffle had broken out.

Bakugou had the freshman that had embarrassed you caught in a headlock, one hand reaching into his pants to give the poor kid a wedgie. The kid was swearing, yelping, trying to hit at the upper classman but failing. There was a group of kids surrounding the pair, some jeering, some looking on in disdain, others rushing off to find the principal.

When you came upon the scene, Bakugou’s eyes found your own, and he smirked, snapping the waistband of the freshman’s underwear against his skin, the sound making you flinch. That had to have hurt.

The blonde roughed him up a bit more, before letting him go, shoving him to the ground with a cackle before shouldering his own backpack, vacating the area before the principal arrived.

He was your hero.

Always watching out for you, scaring away bullies, making sure you remembered to “do your shitty homework”.

So if he wanted to come over for a bit? You let him. If he wanted someone to bring him cold water during football practice? You were there. Did Bakugou want an extra dessert after lunch? He could have yours, you didn’t mind.

“Wake up-” The words growled in your ear had your eyes fluttering open as you yawned.

“It’s lateeee-” You whined, reluctantly sitting up to face Katsuki.

The blonde had refused your offer of allowing him your bed and you sleeping on the couch, instead insisting that the two of you share your bed.

Currently, he was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, bronzed skin on display. You kept your eyes averted, although you knew what you’d see if you looked.

Solid muscles hiding under smooth skin, indicative of hard work and dedication. Bakugou was proud of his body, and didn’t mind showing off.

“C’mon, I wanna fool around. Take off your shirt and come touch me.” His command was low, muttered, as if the blonde was tired too. The overeager hands pulling at the hem of your shirt betrayed his true feelings.

“No, Bakugo-”

“Call me Katsu, don’t make me ask again.”

You stumbled over your words as the blonde pushed up your shirt, ignoring how your hands were trying to tug the fabric back down. “Katsu, stop it please, I don’t want to do that with you.”

That made the blonde pause, a frown on his face. “Why not? Am I not fucking good enough for you? What the fuck.”

“No! No Katsu-” You scrambled now, trying desperately to appease him. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Good, cause this is happening. C’mere-” He was pulling you into his lap, his warm hands finally succeeding in pulling off your shirt, tugging it insistently over your head.

“Wait, don’t look! Give me my shirt back!” You whined, hands flying to cover your body from Bakugou’s heated gaze.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, before flinging your shirt across the room with a smirk. “Nah, don’t be shy. Fuck, look at those tits.” His eyes were on your chest now, as were his hands, batting yours away like an annoying mosquito so he could grope your soft flesh.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

You were bright red, squirming on his lap. What was he doing? “Um, Katsu, I don’t think we should..... I mean, this isn’t..... um..... um....”

You trailed off as he massaged your chest, rolling your nipples underneath his fingers, watching the dusky buds flatten and pop back up when he pressed on them.

A little pinch to one of them has you squealing, Katsuki immediately slapping a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and serious. “Shut the fuck up, you wanna wake up your parents? Dumb bitch, keep quiet.”

The words stung, made tears prickle in your eyes. Why was your senpai being so mean? Did you do something wrong?

Content that you had got the message, he took his hand away, trailing down to squeeze at your breast before dropping his hand further, to the hem of your sleep pants.

“Katsu-Katsu, wait, I don’t think I’m ready for this! I just want to go to sleep, let’s sleep.” You pleaded, shivering as his other hand still caressed your chest, roughly palming over your mounds and tweaking your nipples.

“Shut it, just stay still.”

You continued to squirm, pushing his hands away, trying to wiggle out of his lap, only for the blonde to finally snap.

He growled low in his throat, and then you were on your back beneath him, head hitting your pillow with a soft sound, Bakugou grabbing your hands.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just wanna fool around and feel good and you’re being an uppity little bitch. Cut that shit out. This isn’t that big of a deal, stop being a baby about it and let’s have some fucking fun.”

The words held a bit of malice, a hint of a threat. But, what he was saying was true, wasn’t it? People your age did this kind of stuff all the time, it wasn’t a big deal. There wasn’t an issue with it.

Sighing, you tried to relax, slumping your shoulder dejectedly before Bakugou let go of your hands, his own moving to the waistband of your sleep pants.

“There, see? It’s not that fucking hard.”

The thing brushing against your thigh was hard, warm and solid as it prodded you insistently.

Your pants came off, and so did Katsuki’s, leaving you both in nothing but underwear. His skin-tight briefs were tented, the length inside leaking against the fabric. It looked almost painful.

“Touch me.” The male commanded, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to his clothed dick. You cringed when you made contact, the length twitching underneath your hand, but Katsuki wouldn’t let you pull back.

“I said to fucking touch me.” the blonde snapped, pushing his hips further into your hand.

Reluctantly, you started to massage his length, working it with your hand in rhythmic motions. The blonde groaned, and when you looked at his face his cheeks were flushed.

“Feels fucking good, keep doing that shit.”

One of his hands was unceremoniously shoved into your panties, immediately petting over your slit with quick, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before a finger prodded into your entrance, slowly pushing it’s way inside as you arched and winced against the intrusion.

“Fucking relax and be good for your senpai. I’m doing this for you, be grateful.” Bakugou snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Katsu-oh, feels-feels weird...” You mumbled, hips twitching underneath him. You tried to keep touching him, but your attention was quickly being ripped away and focused on the sensations between your legs.

The finger inside you thrusted slowly, gently, and you bucked your hips at the odd sensation, mewling when Bakugou’s thumb rubbed at your clit. It felt... weird, but in a good way.

But Bakugou was impatient.

“And you can’t even fucking touch me at the same time, you’re worthless as shit.” He spat, cruelly shoving a second finger inside of you.

It hurt a bit, and you gasped, but before you could say anything the blonde was kissing you, lips crashing into your own.

“Mmph!” You squeaked, hands flying to anchor yourself by gripping onto his shoulders, trying to slow him down from attacking you with such fervor.

You couldn’t stop him though, he was determined to feel you.

“Oh fuck, you taste like mint-” He gasped, pulling away from your mouth to gasp for air. You felt dazed, like this was some sort of bleak dream-turned nightmare. Your toothpaste had mint in it, was that what he had been tasting?

The fingers inside of you were thrusting hard now, scissoring, stroking your walls, calloused skin being warmed by your insides. HIs thumb was still patting at your clit, rubbing broad circles around and on the bud, making you shake.

But then his fingers were gone, and Bakugou was pulling down his boxers, shuffling down the bed so he could slot himself between your thighs.

“Look at that tight little pussy, you’re so goddamn wet. You need a cock filling you up, huh?”

You laid there in a daze, barely registering what the blonde was saying. You missed the pleasant friction against your clit.

And then there was pressure, a tight stretch, burning.

Your legs kicked out and you inhaled, ready to cry out, but Bakugou clamped a hand tight against your mouth again, leaning down as he seated himself all the way inside.

“You make a noise, and I’ll just fuck this slutty little body harder, got it?”

Stilling, you shivered involuntarily, the feeling of the thick intrusion messing up your insides painful yet delicious.

“Give me a goddamn answer you stupid bitch.” Katsuki spat, eyes blazing.

Only then did you actually register what he had said previously, and you immediately nodded your head, looking up at your senpai with wide eyes. You didn’t want him to hurt you.

Satisfied, Bakugou grinned, although he didn’t remove his hand. He pulled his hips back just a tad, before grinding into you hard, relishing the way your tight walls sucked him in.

He repeated the motion, quickly building up a rhythm of short, heavy grinding thrusts, barely pulling out before grinding his cock in deep.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re a treat.” The small bit of praise made you feel better, warmth spreading in your chest.

But then he started fucking you in earnest.

It hurt, how rough he was being with your body, and you whined behind his hand, grabbing at his wrist. You needed air, and you couldn’t take in enough through your nose.

Bakugou just gave you a disdainful glance, before hammering his hips against you, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.

The sharp burn had simmered down into a dull afterthought, the more pressing feeling being that of spiking pleasure each time Bakugou’s thick cock drilled into your insides. It felt good, you were almost writhing on your sheets, legs shaking and kicking out, hands scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Stay fucking still-!” The blonde growled, yanking you closer to his body before your careless wiggling could make his dick slip out of your tight entrance. You moaned behind his hand, and Bakugou grinned, before taking his hand away, patting your cheeks roughly.

“What was that? Hm? Speak up little bitch, what’d you say?”

“Oh, oh please-! Katsu, feels-feels.....hnn, feels-!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, hands circulating between gripping your hair, the sheets, and your chest, unsure how to handle the onslaught of pleasurable experience.

Bakugou huffed, quickly pulling out to maneuver you into a different position.

The slight reprieve allowed you to catch your breath, but it was soon punched out of you again when Bakugo slammed home, your body laid out on top of his, your back to his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.

His hips flexed as he thrusted up into you, one hand holding your hip, the other using four fingers to rub wildly at your clit.

It felt so good.

Your hips kept jumping, legs shaking on each exquisite rub, each delectable thrust filling you up so nicely.

“Mmh! Katsu, Katsu, please, oh-oh-oohhh-” The moan left you, and Bakugou sped up his hips, now uncaring of the noises that you made.

He just wanted to cum.

“Oh god, oh no, it’s feels good, it feels good-ugh, Katsu!” You cried, and the man grinned, bitting at the shell of your ear.

“Fucking take it, gonna make you fucking cum.”

And you did, crying and moaning and shaking on his cock, walls convulsing and milking him dry, his balls clenching and twitching as he unloaded his seed inside you.

It was sticky, and hot, and it felt gross, but you were too fucked out to care, sweaty and exhausted and confused.

The only sound in the room was that of heavy breathing, both you and Bakugou worn out.

When you finally did move, it was because Bakugou was pushing you to the side, grimacing as his cock slipped free of your gummy insides. Cum dripped down your thighs, gloopy texture making you gag as it slowly seeped from your hole.

“I’ll... I’ll clean you up tomorrow.” Bakugou mumbled, throwing an arm around your waist to drag you close to him.

The thoughts swirling inside of you were so confusing. Right now, it was easier to melt into Bakugou’s chest than to think, to try and sort out what had just occurred. It was fine, it was normal.

You just wanted to be good for your senpai.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #yandere #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugo x reader #dark katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #senpai

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kaita0 · 3 years

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『O』『N』『E』- Locker Room

YN WAS CASUALLY SCROLLING THROUGH INSTAGRAM WHEN HE GOT A TEXT FROM KIRISHIMA, ONE OF HIS CLOSEST FREINDS. YN TAPS ON THE TEXT AND READS IT. AN EYEBROW RAISED IN CURIOSITY.

🐳🍔 𝔰ђａＲЌв𝑜у 💲💥

hey, the boys are going on a workout trip. Wanna join, Yuchan?

☆😡 Ⓗ𝔼ⓛ𝕝ｐยｐ卩𝕪 ✎☟

ah, sure Kiri. When will we be going?

AFTER THAT, KIRISHIMA GAVE YN THE INFORMATION. AND YN BEGAN TO LAYOUT HIS CLOTHES FOR THE NEXT DAY, WHICH WAS THE DAY EVERYONE WAS GOING. SINCE IT WAS THE ONLY DAY EVERYONE WAS FREE. AND YN COULDN'T WAIT TO BE WITH THE BOYS.

IT WAS THE NEXT DAY AND AT 2 PM. THERE WAS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. HIS LIPS LIFT UP INTO A BRIGHT SMILE SINCE HE KNEW WHO WAS AT THE DOOR. HE SKIPPED (BUT MANLY MIGHT I ADD) TO THE DOOR. HE SWINGS THE DOOR OPEN EXCITEDLY.

KIRISHIMA STOOD BEFORE HIM, A BRIGHT SMILE ON HIS LIPS AS WELL. "WELL, HELLO THERE YUCHAN!" KIRISHIMA STATES HAPPILY, HIS SHARK TEETH SHINING WITH THE BRIGHT SMILE HE WAS GIVING TO YN. A SMALL CHUCKLE ESCAPED YN'S LIPS. "OH YEAH. IT SURE HAS BEEN AWHILE HUH, KIRI?"

KIRISHIMA NODS IN AGREEMENT. "HOW ABOUT WE HEAD OUT? EVERYONE IS ON THEIR WAY TO THE SAINT GYM." YN NODS. "JUST LET ME GO LOCK MY DOOR." KIRISHIMA GIVES HIM A SMILE IN REASSURANCE.

YN THEN LOCKS HIS DOOR AND PATS HIS SWEATPANT'S POCKET FOR HIS WALLET. HE NODS HAPPILY ONCE HE FELT HIS WALLET IN IT'S PLACE. "ALRIGHT, LET'S GO SEE EVERYONE!" YN HAPPILY STATES. KIRISHIMA PUMPING HIS FIST IN THE AIR IN EXCITEMENT.

YN ENTERED KIRISHIMA'S BLACK DODGE CHARGER PASSAGER SEAT. KIRISHIMA GOT INTO THE DRIVER SEAT. HE STARTS THE ENGINE AND TURNS TO YN. "HEY, ARE YOU HUNGRY?" KIRISHIMA ASKED YN. YN TURNS HIS HEAD TOWARDS KIRISHIMA. HIS NOSE SCRUNCHED UP AS HE THOUGHT.

"I WOULDN'T MIND IF WE HEADED TO DUNKIN," YN EXCLAIMS. THE TWO GLANCE AT ONE ANOTHER. IT WAS SILENT BEFORE THEY BOTH SAID. "THE WORLD DOESN'T RUN WITHOUT DUNKIN!" THE TWO BURST INTO LAUGHTER. "ALRIGHT, LET'S GO TO DUNKIN." KIRISHIMA STATES.

YN BEGINS TO CHEER CHILDISHLY. "BRUH, PUT THE RADIO ON!" YN TURNS THE DIAL AND THE RADIO BEGINS TO PLAY 'ACT UP' "OH! THAT'S MY SONG!" YN YELLS OUT, BLASTING THE MUSIC. KIRISHIMA SHOOKED HIS HEAD, A SAPPY SMILE ON HIS LIPS. "REAL ASS BITCH GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A-"

KIRISHIMA PULLS UP TO THE DUNKIN DRIVE THRU. HE LOWERED THE MUSIC AND BEGINS TO ORDER A BACON, EGG, AND CHEESE. WHILE YN GOT A PUMPKIN MUFFIN AND THE CARMEL CRAZE LATTE. "DOES IT TASTE GOOD?" KIRISHIMA ASKED YN, ONCE THEY GOT THEIR FOOD. "IS IT GOOD? CHILE, DON'T GET ME STARTED." THE TWO SHARE A LAUGH.

KIRISHIMA ROLLS HIS EYES. "WHATEVER, WHATEVER. BUT ARE YOU READY BRO?" KIRISHIMA SENDS YN A SNARKY SMIRK. YN SCOFFS. "OF COURSE I AM. LIKE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO BENCH AS MUCH AS I CAN." YN STATES SMUGLY. KIRISHIMA RAISES AN EYEBROW. "IS THAT A CHALLENGE, BRO?" KIRISHIMA QUESTIONS HIM.

YN'S LIP LIFTS UP INTO A SLY GRIN. "I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME."

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viktorxsheep · 3 years

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REQUESTS OPEN ;

If I have a 💕 I prefer to write them and I feel confident in writing with them, i will also probably complete your request much quicker!

[Rules?]

- no nsfw requests

- I wont do any s**ual a*use mentions OR s*lf h*rm

-i do emergency requests!!!

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN

_senpai (💕)

_ruv

_spirit

BNHA

_bakugo

_todoroki (💕)

_deku

POKEMON

_Steven Stone (💕)

_Leon

_Raihan

HUNTER X HUNTER

_chrollo (💕)

_machi

_pakunoda

_illumi

#chrollo x reader #x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh headcanons #bakugo x reader #bnha headcanons #harry potter x reader #illumi x reader #machi x reader #senpai x reader #fnf #friday night funkin #spirit fnf #steven stone #steven stone x reader

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letters-from-eros · 4 years

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Is 1 with Bakugo ok to ask? I saw that Kuroo tag at the bottom so I wasn't sure. If not sorry for the trouble!

A/N: Sadly couldn't bring myself to get the Kuroo timestamp up 😅 But I got over that guilt haha. Anyway, I hope this is good! This is like my second drabble ever so I'm still getting used to it!

Prompt: Things you've said to me at 1AM (Prompt List)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Form: Drabble

Warnings: Maybe probably cursing.

Beta-readers: @cupidsheaven

Neither of you were quite able to sleep.

Katsuki, as you knew, was no stranger to this problem of sleep being ever escaping, often compensating for it by going to sleep at an early 9PM. His regrets and trauma seemingly pulling sleep further and further away until sunlight starts to pour in through the curtains.

Each of you knew the other was awake, small, uneven breaths from both parties made that fact obvious; but neither wanted to break the dead silence that had overtaken the room, though. Every couple minutes you could feel Katsuki's calloused thumb rub your arm, it was a small and subtle reminder that he wasn't asleep yet, a part of you started to worry for him. Maybe that small bit of anxiety you had towards Katsuki sleeping is what had you still up.

Your eyes drift over to the nightstand, 1:00AM displays on the digital clock unceremoniously. The time didn't feel right but you couldn't decipher whether you felt as though it should be earlier or later.

A sigh escapes your lips and you wonder what the man laying beside you is thinking about at such an ungodly hour..

Just then his arm, rather gently (for Katsuki, at least) wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest, closing the small amount of distance in between the both. His hair brushes against your ear as he placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"I have no clue how I got someone like you in my life," His voice was an octave (or five) deeper than it usual is, but it was still soft. "Its a damn understatement to say I don't deserve you.."

He paused for a moment, trying to collect his scattered, sleep deprived thoughts. It was every blue moon he showed this side of himself but often times he found it hard not to, especially on nights where all he can think is... You.

The only way Katsuki could explain the feeling he was going through now was an overwhelming sense of.. Love. A sense of love he never thought he'd experience, one that he thought was trivial and unnecessary but now can't see himself without, one that could only be held towards you. He couldn't see it any other way.

"I love you," That was the only way he could even get close to verbalizing what he was thinking and feeling. He wished he could do better, truly.

"I love you too, and i'm not going anywhere, alright? It doesn't matter if you 'deserve me' or not," Your voice was strained from sleep but you got the words out.

Katsuki breathed out a content sigh and gave you a small squeeze since there was no more distance to close between your bodies. Your eyelids felt like dumbells before you finally shut them. Sleep was inevitable now, for both you and your lover that resided beside you.

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia drabble #katsuki drabble #bakugo drabble #uhhh i think i like this lol #my hero academia x reader #i think thats enough tags. i hope tumblr-senpai notices me

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toots-senpai · 3 years

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Can I have that room yet?

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: My Hero Academia (Modern AU)

Pairing: Stepbro! Bakugo Katsuki x she/her reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:4.7k

Warnings: unprotected sex, implied! age gap (like she's in her second year of school and he's about to graduate), stalking mention, panty stealing, masturbation, enabling, tw: dubcon, tw: noncon, tw: stepcest, tw: voyeurism, he fucks your best friend, mitsuki knows everything..

Authors note : i haven't finished mha so if he's ooc it's literally because all i've done is read smut about him lmaoo .. also this is half ass edited, as per usual <333 have fun reading this lmaooo

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

nsfw under the cut

Your life had been going smooth up to this point. Though your parents finally divorced fully last summer after 3 long years of fighting, things this year seemed to have been looking up for you. You've received a nice scholarship for your art school that paid 2 years of tuition full, you and your father moved into a nice house that had way more room than needed and you finally got your own art room. Fully yours with the closet down to the floorboards. You could never have been more happy in your previous years of living, so necessarily, you were not wrong in going out to celebrate tonight with your friends.

Noise canceling headphones against your ears as your fingers soaked in the dirty dish water below, humming along to your music a slight sway as you moved around the sink. You had a couple of hours before your second year graduation party and the couple of chores you had to do was not going to get in the way of your plans tonight. As you finished rinsing the last dish you heard the front door close indicating your dad was home. The excitement in your veins grew, the anticipation of tonight coursing through your veins and releasing almost too much dopamine compared to these last few years. You turned off your headphones and were met face to face with your dad, startling you a bit.

"Awe, sorry. I was going to get your attention-"

"Oh don't worry it's fine." You cut him off. "I was actually about to tell you about the graduation party, and probably a couple of other things.. such as finishing my laundry?" You mused and he just chuckled nervously for a second, and then took a brief moment to think before he said his next sentence.

"..We can see about that, and, if it's alright, I actually have something to talk to you about first- I mean show you!- first..." He trailed off nervously, at this moment you could just feel the excitement leaving your veins as he turned around and started walking to the living room muttering something on 'here this goes' as he kept going. When you followed him you were greeted with two new faces and auburn eyes now burning along into yours along with your semi-worried father. "T-This is that lady i've been talking to... I wanted to make it official, I'm sorry for-..." He trailed on but you were no longer paying attention to him but more at the blonde boy who's eyes bore into yours and his mother, who was paying attention to your father with adoring eyes. There was little worry from her but this boy reeked of trouble. His mother got up and interrupted him, putting your stuttering father to a halt and bringing your attention back to her.

"What he means is, we're ready to be apart of your family!" She mused giving a reassuring squeeze and kiss to your father. "Right Katsuki?" She giggled, too focused on the little honeymoon phase happening between herself and your father to even notice the mischievous nod towards you. You slightly cringed in disgust as his eyes trailed up and down your form, amused.

"A-Anyways!" Your dad said snapping out of his trance. "Help him take up his stuff please." He said before grabbing her stuff and heading up to the room, snapped back in his little love trance. She giggled again before coming to you. "My name's Bakugo Mitsuki, and my sweet devil spawn is Bakugo Katsuki and I heard about your grad party! I'm willing to do your laundry once i'm done unpacking if you'd like. " She trailed off walking behind your father, leaving you alone with Katsuki. Both of you eyeing each other slightly before you muttered a small. 'i'll show you to your room.." and picked up 2 of his bags out of the 8 that lie there. Walking upstairs with him on your tail you showed him to the extra room. You felt his glare on your back as you were opening the door and placing the bags next to the bed.

"This is your room." You stated walking past him and to your room door. Pointing at the bathroom door and the necessities in the nearby closet and then going back to your room yet of course when you turned around he has your art room open.

"What about this room?"

"That's my art room-" You tried going past him, and grabbing the door but he laughed at your attempt with a smug;

"I want this room instead."

You almost had a small asthma attack from the audacity of this man. Before you could even say anything to object he was already going in to grab the paint off the shelves.

"Now wait a damn minute." You argued grabbing him from your shelf and shoving him out of the room. "This room has paint everywhere! A- And it's already owned, by me-" You cut him off trying to push the paint back. Though you were taller than him by a sliver, his body could stretch more than yours, his athletic form easily overpowering yours.

"So you have a room." He stated nonchalantly.

"Okay? And, what does that have to do with anything? My art room is like my study, you can't have it just because I have another room."

There was a pause. Not a good one though as he just looked back at you... like you were dumb. His smug face painting annoyed

"But... you can use the other room as a study."

"The other room won't fit the big ass clay heater that's in the orner of this room-"

"What are you, a weak artist? So artistically creative that you don't know how to move things?" He laughs but fate had other things in mind for you as your father interrupted your bickering. A stead at your side as his palm clamped over Katsuki's shoulder.

"Nope Buddy, she actually moved all this up here by herself! She's going to college, and she makes quite a good amount of money for this household. She's earned this room." He joked coming over and kissing your head. "But just because you can't have her super cool room does not mean you can have something from it. Last week, y/n and I painted a desk-"

"That was for him?"

"Yes y/n, but Katsuki, we painted it so it will match your room, and your mother and I have picked paint for you room and-" Your dad went on, ushering him away and towards his room about the new paint plans. You were agitated, paint still in your hands as you looked at the desk. You laughed to yourself, the desk was wobbly and so strong stepbrother's going to try to move it without picking it up no doubt, so though you could've fixed it like you planned before the party, but his bickering took up so much of your time anyways that you walked out of the room and went back to preparing for the party. You left the bathroom door open as you got ready, matching your jewelry, makeup and what not and you tried to stifle a laugh as Katsuki did exactly what you expected and broke the arm of the table. Your eyes locked as you, finished and ready for your party, came over to the doorframe. "I'll fix it after the party!" You said cocky as you walked away from him.

He fucked your best friend on that broken ass table that night, making sure that the door to your art room was open just a creak so that when you went upstairs looking for her you got a nice sight of her getting split open on his dick in your own art room. The smacking of skin echoing down the stairwell when you went to check but his hands around her throat to keep her quiet as he locked eyes with you as you walked past got you more than anything. Especially when he bottomed out inside her at the sight of you cumming with shaky hips as your friend whined like a bitch in heat, squirming against him, unknowing about your presence. The 'war' with your new stepbrother starts there.

The next morning the table is back in parts on his new bedroom floor, screws being thrown a screw across his floor, startling him awake at 4 am and throughout the next week thumbtacks are put in your bed, paint is thrown on him while you were painting his room, and at the end of the week all of the paint in your art room is thrown on the floor. Red and purple paint seeping through the ceiling and onto the fresh plate of Mitsuki's grand dinner for the supposed to be family fun night. Which has led you to a new situation. Both of you covered in paint and cleaning up hundreds of dollars in colors in your art room. Both of your parents going out to dinner as you guys clean up your mess. It was silent for a couple of hours as you two attempt to soak up the paint, and pick it up from the previously wooden floor.

The floor wasn't perfect anyways, from it being your art room for years but it was most definitely now ruined because of the paint that you were struggling to pick up before it dried, the two of you. It was 3am when you they came back home and you guys still weren't done. Both of them going to their room and arguing, as if they've been doing it all night. It was 5am when they were finally quiet downstairs, Cans of paint slightly refilled and your floor slightly clean and Katsuki laughed. You turned to give him a death glare and he was just smiling looking at you. The sun was rising on both of your paint covered bodies and both of the colors on your body was aesthetically beaming around the room, he looked away from you quickly laugh diminishing to nothing but a flush on his cheeks that you could only see from his ear. Both of you were exhausted and covered in paint and you probably would've went to tease him but you dropped it, relaxing on the now painted floor. What you two couldn't get off was kinda cool looking. Marble like colored paint stuck in the wax of the floor, never to be moved again unless the floor was totally re-done. You both let out an exhale and Katsuki muttered something about a shower walking out of the room but you were too focused on the floor.

You were for the next couple of weeks too. University work taking up most of your creativity time and yet the time you stood in your art room, all you could look at was the floor. Something so irritating made something so beautiful. So beautiful that, your brain was stuck on it. The color patterns in every single painting that you tried to do consisting of the same palette of colors. Over and over again, for weeks. Katsuki wasn't that much of a nuisance as he was when he first arrived most definitely but it could be to the fact that he's been busy. You rarely ever see him, the only time you pass glances is early in the morning, when he's heading out for his morning exercise and you're going to drive for an hour to the campus.

Your pencils twirled as you stayed in deep thought about those colors, tapping and spinning around on the eraser. You weren't even focused on any of your work for the day, your art classes the only thing bringing you out of that thought. Guiding you as it always does, your professor yelling out to the class about feeling your art with all of your senses and somehow that thought has you squirming away for creativity on your bed. Vibrating toy rubbing away at your clit as your brain went silent for a bit, your cunt dripping down the toy a bit too much as flashes of white pass your vision. Creativity was potent the next day, your project earning you the highest score of your class, so it began a routine. The routine of once a week turning to, 3 times a week turning into every day once you got home. Your orgasms always pushing you to be productive and succeeding. Maybe you could be manifesting, you thought during dinner in the late week of the month. A soup with homeade bread sitting in front of you, everyone eating and preoccupied. With everything going so right recently, maybe you've started praising yourself a little too much. Your one toy turning into a collection of twenty and your paints and clay products all being of high quality.

It is what you deserve for being so smart and good with yourself, it was selfish. The way your own thinking made you start seeping through your pajama shorts, you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table, hurrying yourself away to your room and not even bothering to shut the door as your legs became jelly. It didn't take you longer than a couple seconds to find your toy and start plugging yourself deep and twisting it until your eyes crossed and on the other side of the door stood Katsuki. Balancing your soup, bread and juice while watching you through the creak of your doorframe, plunging your fat toy into your dripping cunt. Your ass was facing towards the door and you had your shorts slipped to the side and your hand was dripping with your arousal. He accidentally slipped out a groan as your toes almost slipped from the floorboard when you trembled from a slow thrust all the way out and back in. When you turned around a creak in the floorboards was all you heard, but nothing was there. You still stood on shaky legs to finally close your door all the way.

He was right there besides your fingertips when you touched the knob to close the door but you don't know. You know absolutely nothing, you know not of the constant nights of him fisting at his cock from just the whiff of your scent around the house. You know nothing, and he can't help it honestly, not when you can go a half hour by yourself, bed creaking from your hopeless grinding and thrusts. He can hear your wetness every night. Even through the door closed and he can hear it much better through the vent in the bathroom. He peeked through the keyhole of your door instead, soup left discarded on the small table besides him. He's pumping at his cock harshly, fingers spreading his pre um his shaft as you sat back down on your toy with a moan. His hips stuttered just at the sight. You grinded the two into your cunt, hips moving as you keep yourself in a sitting position with your knees. Your cunt is stuffed with the flimsy toy and you're bouncing so nicely on it, expertly if he could say himself. You're so desperate to cum that when you flip over on your back to reverse cowgirl the toy in your cunt that you shook at the new angle.

Katsuki could just see how you were dripping and he was envisioning that dumb toy of yours was actually his cock, and those pathetic whines were actually spilling his name. He was too deep into the fantasy, eyes away from you as he tugged his cock that was dribbling to the floor, but you on the other hand was frustrated. You stopped and pulled the toy completely out of you. Unsatisfied and going to grab your new toy, a suction cupped dildo with a curved tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of it as you slammed the drawer to your toys. Katsuki on the other side of the door was startled out of his fantasy as he went to peek at you again only to see you coming to the door, and with the only thinking he could up with he slippedd into the bathroom behind the door. Not expecting you to slip past the door completely unknowing and slipping off your soaked shorts and step into the shower. He's also not expecting the new toy in your hands to be suctioned to the bathroom wall and you bending over over so nicely, not even noticing the intruder behind the shower curtain. You're so unfocused on him that you're slipping the toy in so nicely, gushing down the wall,. He can see so clearly because of the poorly closed curtain at just good enough that he can see you already dripping down the wall. He maneuvered himself to a better sight, so that he could still see you pushing your ass against the wall, aching to be filled deeper with each whine and thrust.

Oh and you actually started moaning putting your hand on the wall for a bit of stability, he couldn't get enough of the sight. Your 'show' already bringing him back to cummimg harder than he has in awhile, and when you bring yourself to squirt with a high pitched whine he followed quickly. He groaned quietly under your moans as his cum filled the toilet spurting on the seat and into the bowl. Thick and healthy as it dripped smoothly into the bowl a bit. You came awhile longer than he did, your thighs shaking in the shower as you were coming back to reality. But as per every night, your clean-up isn't his problem as he slipped out of the bathroom. He heard the shower curtain open and the shower turn on as soon as he stepped out and he was so ego was boosted at his timing.

You notice the cum on the seat when you're out of the shower, and you scold yourself for not noticing it when you came in the bathroom, but you didn't mention it that time, because you felt too hypocritical to say anything, but when you wake up a couple of mornings with cum on the floor and and cum on even your door handle. You knew something was up. But to him, you noticed.. these small things a little too late, you still haven't even noticed that he's been stealing your panties and cumming in them before they hit the washer. You don't notice that he has a cum stain on the corner of your bed. You don't notice that your door doesn't creak anymore because of the WD-40 he put in the hinges. You, know nothing to him and you agree. You don't even know of any evidence to put against Katsuki. You barely even see him throughout the day so there's no way he could be doing anything.

Luck is not always on Katsuki's side though. His week being terrible, bad circumstances coming up left and right, the only thing he wanted was your used panties, warmed and being stroked against his cock. You aren't following your schedule though for some odd reason, instead you have your art apron on in your art room, ideas booming through your paintbrush. He can easily sneak into your room but stepping in he's realizing, there's a door connecting to your art room. He wouldn't let his step-brother move in the room next him either if he was her, and he he's realizing more and more that there's so much information that you're leaving out to him. Including how wet you actually get, there's a nice spray of squirt next to a dildo that you left on your bed. Why you were so forgetful he couldn't understand but he was so grateful towards it. He was, so curious to your taste and his tongue did not think twice about liking up your leftover essence.

You on the other side of the room were also having a shitty week, another horrifying project from your professor leaving you brain dead and with every orgasm you had, no creative ideas spewed into your brain. So what could it hurt if you just went back.. one more time. Even after you came twice this morning and once a half hour ago. It's not your fault that you're not satisfied and it's not your fault when you catch Katsuki cleaning up your dildo with his tongue. When both of your glances caught together, there was a second of planning going on in both of your heads, but 10 seconds of leaving and thinking you're gonna get out of the room of course was your downfall. Katsuki was behind you in a second instead pushing you into your mirrored dresser and bending you over it. Your glances caught each others again, but this time through the reflection. There was a bit of guilt hidden behind his eyes in that quick second you sae as he moved against you. You were slightly struggling to make him let go, but instead you were rubbing your still messy cunt on his clothed dick, slick making noises even through your panties. Him trying to pull away was now out of the question. If anything it had him pulling himself closer.

Now his dick was hopelessly bending against the confines of his sweats as his dick positioned itself at your entrance even from outside of the flimsy material. His fingers dug pass your art university uniform and his hands rubbed up your stomach as he shamelessly humped against your clothed cunt. With every grind of his dick, your body arched against his. You could tell that he's been waiting to touch you too long. Your buttons flew off as he ripped your top open, pulling your tits out and rubbing at your chest. His dick felt too good just grinding against your puffy sensitive cunt. His desire was taking control of his hips and he was shakier than you ever seen him. His usual composure gone as he's hiding his face in your neck. You could've swore that he's trying to hold himself back. He's rubbing his hands against your clit but he's holding himself back at the same time. You felt your body get hot with embarrassment but you knew what he wanted. Though you seem to know nothing about concealing yourself properly and are struggling just to do a simple project, you knew exactly what he wanted.

You stopped your struggling and let a moan slip, his shaky exterior grinding against you harshly at just the sound, accidentally fully bending you over the dresser. You made sure to look at him when you slipped to bottom part of your uniform off in a fluid motion. His hips pulled back a bit to watch the strings of your sloppy cunt detach itself from your underwear and rip down to the floor. "P-Please suki.." You muttered pulling your dripping pussy lips apart and pushing a wet spot above his dick on his shorts. He didn't even bother with foreplay and instead shoved you to the base of his cock in one fluid motion. His composure back in an instant and his ego fueling the harsh thrusts that had your dresser banging into the wall. You tried getting him to stop but you couldn't, your arms instead being pulled behind you as he arched your back down further to fully take his dick. He filled you up better than anyone has in your entirety of living, better than any toy. His dick flexed and twitched inside you as his hands went to rub your clit. You both came faster than either of you have, him filling you up with his cum but the fatigueless settled fast as well the thought not even registering. Katsuki just pulled you two to the bed where you guys fell asleep for the remainder of the night. You didn't quite remember it when you woke up though, the only thing reminding you being Katsuki's grip on your waist. A knock at your door both woke you up quickly, and when you tried to go answer it Katsuki didn't let you go.

"Y/n honey have you heard from Katuski? Y/n?" Mitsuki asked outside of the room. You couldn't focus on her though, neither of you even bothered when her pervy son was pressing his morning wood on the curve your ass and rubbing your clit with his mouth on your neck. It was too early for all of this, you honestly weren't even fully awake. You tried to respond to her but he covered your mouth his other hand. A cocky look on his face as he dug his fingers in your cunt. His seed from last night spilling off of his fingers. He made a nice show of wetting his dick with his leftover cum before he lifted up your leg with his wet hand and bottomed once more, filling you to the brim beautifully. You couldn't stop him, not with your brain already being so empty from the morning haze but him just going back to digging inside you, glands catching against your own and creaming your wetness in and out of you. He's almost devouring all of your reactions. Once Katsuki thinks his poor mother has walked away, his hips are snapping against your ass and he's pushing your head into the pillow. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and echoing out of the room.

And now, if special guest Mitsuki didn't know about all of her son's shenanigans throughout the past couple of your months, your poor father could've been hearing his daughter get fucked by his step-son. Mitsuki, she's been prepared, cleaning up after her son's messes and making sure every single pair that he steals is in her dresser by the morning and making sure that even now, your dad was fully distracted downstairs, TV blaring against the noises coming out of your room. Her ego, probably stemmed into her son clearly as her own wetness started dripping out of her. Proud of being such a good mother to her son. She just skipped downstairs and fucked your dad on the living room couch as he begged her to stop so that the two of you couldn't see. What she would give to actually let you know everything about your son, to let you know all of the stuff her son's been doing to you behind your back. But it seems that you have everything together. The idea of the project becoming reality, you had earned so much money that you had sent everyone but yourself out of the house on vacation while you held a party in the house to show off your project. Katsuki, wished he was coming back to you in probably a new bed or new paints that you bought, but he didn't like seeing what was in front of him as the family pulled back into the driveway. Most of your stuff was in the driveway and he just grabbed his suitcase and a couple of his mother's as he shuffled into the house, eyes scanning for you.

He walked up the stairs and there, your door was open bedroom empty. he turned to look in the art room and there you were. You had been avoiding him since that morning, more due to the fact that what the two of you did was entirely wrong. He had something he really wanted to say but all that came off his tongue was "So, can I have that room yet?". You sighed and closing your last box you nodded.

"All yours... b-bro.." You stammered off pushing past him and out of the house. He was stunned when you moved past him, your final project in the house was actually amazing as it caught his eyes. You had made the colors on the floor stretch to the walls and you had actually broke the wall to the connect the rooms. Those colors stretched under to where your bed previously was and the room... was too spacious for him. He was, panicking? He went to go out after you, but you were gone, moving van and your car driving down the street and away from his neighborhood. He knows that actions always have consequence, but this a consequence that seemed to burn a hole in his heart. Even when he turned around to his mother's open arms, he just was empty but so overwhelmingly full. Just, full of emptiness.

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literaryobsession · 2 years

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hand in hand || bakugo x fem!reader

summary: all the top 3 students from the sports festival are required to open the socialization night for the school festival

warning: mild cursing

word count: 2644

chapters: i , ii , iii , iv , vi

vii

"You were so amazing!" You smiled wide at the others when the performance finished. Everyone in the class hasn't really seen the entire performance complete. There were moments that you did watch the band play, the dance group perform, and the special effects are practiced.

But they were not put together just yet. It amazed everyone as much as it amazed you.

Once the crowd dispersed, you help out with the cleaning, carrying the blocks of ice that Todoroki made for the show.

"Let me help you!" Kirishima met you as you were carrying it to them by the faucets. Bakugo looked at you and then went back to melting the ice with his hands. "Go and have a snack, L/N. We still have to watch the pageant later."

"Oh right. We're supporting Nejire." Hero upperclassman Nejire Hado was competing. Momo would have competed to if Mr. Aizawa mentioned it to her but unfortunately, your homeroom teacher has forgotten all about it.

You rush back to the gym and carry as much as you can carry back to Kirishima and Bakugo. But before you could leave the gym, you saw Mirio with a small girl (the others mentioned to you that her name was Eri). "Hello, senpai! Did you like the performance?"

"We did. Have you seen Midoriya?" He asked with that signature smile of his.

"I think he was called by All Might. You can just wait for him inside if you want." The gym was pretty cool so it wouldn't be too bothersome for them to wait there.

Before you left, Mirio called out to you, "Oh, and I'll see you later during the socialization night. Save a dance for me, L/N!"

You laugh, "Sure, senpai!" Then turn your head to a grinning Kirishima and an aggressive Bakugo.

"Hey man! Slow down!" The redhead laughed as he watched Bakugo attack the ice. The blond was letting out a deep growl, "Bakubro, hey."

"Here Kiri." You hand over the ice to them.

Bakugo glanced at you when he heard you calling out Kirishima's name. He turned away to do his job, ignoring you yet again.

Because it has been happening for the past few days, you have slowly gotten used to it. In fact, you have restored more energy because of this. Fighting with Bakugo, even if it is just playful teasing on your part, takes so much energy from you. It can get tiring.

You have decided that it is a good thing to finally stop arguing with the boy. That it is a great thing to stop interacting with him even if it was killing you inside.

Once you were all done cleaning up, some of your class went to see Nejire in the pageant. You tagged along, wondering if Momo could win this next year.

It didn't surprise you that your upperclassman won. She was flawless. You've always thought that she was amazing, ever since meeting her and the other Big Three students.

"She's so beautiful!"

"Do you guys want to check out the Class I-B play?"

"Isn't it over now?"

You walk behind your classmates, quietly looking around the school as you guys wandered for something else to do.

"How about we go to the Class III-A's maid cafe?"

"I want to go to the obstacle course!"

"Class II-B has a haunted house!"

It was amusing to hear your classmates discuss anything but hero work. You finally start sounding like actual students, unlike the heroes in training that you are. They all looked happy, without the weight of missions on everyone's shoulders.

Looking back on the months that you have spent together, this is the closest to a normal school event that you guys have ever experienced. Even the sports festival would not even count.

"Hey L/N, what do you want to do, kero?" Tsuyu asked you, pulling you back to reality. You found your friends' faces directed at you. Ochako sent you a smile as they waited for your answer.

"I... I want to start preparing for the dance later." You told them. It was still early but you just wanted to relax before the dance later. You said goodbye to them and went back to the dormitory, yawning all the way back.

The dormitory was empty and you expected it to be. It was peaceful and you plan to enjoy the silence as much as you can before everything goes back to normal.

"Mina! Do my hair!"

"Hagakure, I can't see your hair!"

The dormitory was back into its noisy state. After lunch, the girls started preparing for the dance later tonight. With the number of girls in the dorm and only two persons who know how to do make-up and hair, it can get ugly. A few hours after, the boys joined in and started getting dressed as well.

Momo put your hair up, fixing your hairstyle for you. Mina started with your makeup because they said it was imperative that the dance representatives look good. "Has anyone seen my highlighter?" She called out when she realized it wasn't with her.

"Why would you need a highlighter if you can twinkle like me?"

Mina groaned and she stomped out of your room to look for it, "We can't all twinkle like you, Aoyama!" You heard her yell out.

You smile and reach out for your phone, typing a reply to your mom that everything was going well. You heard Mina come in and close the door behind her, "Hang on, Mina. I-"

Bakugo locked your door before turning his attention to you. He looked handsome in his red and black attire. How the hell can he look even more attractive?

"What do you want?" You frowned.

"Hey! Let me in! I haven't finished with her makeup yet!" You heard Mina yell from the outside.

"It won't take too long!" Sero's voice came next. "Just let them talk!"

The blond cleared his throat, "Let's talk."

"What for? You have made it all clear." You stood from your bedside, then smoothened out your dress. "Can you step aside, please? Let Mina inside."

"No," Bakugo said through gritted teeth. "Sit."

"L/N! Present Mic wants the representatives- Hey! I am your class representative, let me through!" You heard Iida.

"Ignore the extras outside." Bakugo groaned a bit. He knew that this will happen but he just needed you alone so he can talk to you. You weren't making it easy. "Look-"

"Get the fuck out, Bakugo. We have to go."

The boy cursed in his head before he strode over to you. He grabbed you by the chin, making you look at him. "This is fucking confusing for me, okay? I have never felt this way for anyone and I can't even shake the damn feelings off. Can you just fucking listen to me?"

Your eyes met his. "Sure." You were interested in what he had to say especially when he started off with that.

The noise outside died down. You just know everyone is listening in.

"You are actually the one to blame for this, you damn extra." He let your chin go and let out a breath, "Whatever that trash blond said to you was true."

"Hey! I'm not a tra-"

"Kaminari! Shh!"

You couldn't even be bothered that there were people outside your door listening to what could be a confession from the person you like.

"But I'm still confused about it. I haven't..." Bakugo's cheeks turned pink but he tried to get a grip of himself so he could say what he had to say next. "I haven't felt this way for anyone."

"Did you mean all the things you said to me, Bakugo?" You whispered, stepping towards him. "All of those mean things?"

He looked at you and let out a gruff, "No."

"So, what do you plan to do now? You said you're confused and all." You wanted to hear him say he likes you but Bakugo was very honest to you, he hasn't felt this way about anyone and you knew you have to be patient. But you need to hear him say anything about your relationship, whatever this might be.

"We could...you know, go out or some shit." Bakugo looked like the usual teenage boy, instead of the ever explosive student-hero who aims to be number one. It melted the ice that you have put up against your heart.

His words made you smile and you can't help but tease him a bit, "Are you asking me out?"

This brought back the Bakugo you know (and maybe loved?), "Tch, damn right." He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "You better say yes, you idiot."

"Sure." You brought up your hands to his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. You took Bakugo by surprise so he pulled back just a few seconds after he realized what you were doing.

"What the hell are you doing, woman?" The red on his face matched his shirt, you pursed your lips to prevent yourself from laughing.

"I believe I was giving you a kiss."

Bakugo regained his composure and you almost felt bad that you were teasing him because he took your hand, tugged you so your body is against his, and gave you another kiss. It was deeper this time. You felt your cheeks burn as his lips moved against yours, even more, when you felt his hand move to your nape.

You were both new to this but no matter how sloppy these first two kisses were, you loved it.

Nope.

You don't feel too bad for teasing him.

When Bakugo finally opened the door, you two found most of your classmates listening outside. With no one else speaking, Iida had to rush you two outside because the representatives were being called already.

It was Mina who had the courage to stop Iida since she took out the lipstick that matched the one she put on you, "Hang on! I need to put more on L/N."

"And we need to rub that off from Bakugo." Kaminari laughed, noticing the smudges of red on the boy's lips.

"Shut up," Bakugo took a tissue from Mina and rubbed his lips raw. He was not even half-embarrassed as you when your friends found evidence of you two kissing.

You hurried to the grounds wherein the socialization night will happen and you gasp at the sight of it. There were twinkling lights on the trees that surrounded the big area, tables were set up all around to accommodate all the students, faculty, and staff of UA High, and soft music filled the air. You could almost forget the chaos outside of the school walls. For now, UA is giving everyone a night to remember.

While admiring every single detail, you didn't notice Bakugo had already taken your hand in his. He has always wanted to but he had always pushed himself back, scolding himself for being so damn weak. Now, he could hardly care less. You two kissed already, hand-holding wouldn't be too different.

It took you a few minutes to realize the warmth of his presence beside you and the big hand that almost took over your small one.

"You okay?" You ask him, half-listening to Present Mic. Little do you know that this will be one of the frequent two-worded questions that will weasel its way in your daily conversations.

"Yeah, good." He ignored you after as if his hand wasn't intertwined with yours. He gave Present Mic his full attention. When he agreed to dance, Katsuki Bakugo knew he will give his hundred percent to it. Even if it isn't as important as hero work.

The dance will open the event and will come before the speech of the principal. Everyone was excited to see the dance, especially since the winners of the Sports Festival will be participating. Your friends promised to choose a table nearest the dance floor in the middle, just so they can watch you up close.

Yes, they plan to take photos and videos.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest, the pressure of being under the spotlight getting to you. Bakugo must have felt that because his sharp eyes found yours, "Nervous, idiot?" He smirked, "Don't worry, I don't think they'll notice you stepping on my feet."

"You think I'm pre-"

"No, because I'm hot. Have you seen me?" He smirked even wider. Then he rolled his eyes, "You look okay too, I guess."

You squeezed his hand tightly with the attempt of breaking his fingers but this only made him laugh. At least he seems to be getting the hang of being close to you. The serious talk will have to come later when the both of you come to terms with how you feel for each other.

It's funny, you thought, that you came in this activity envying couples for being able to dance together. You didn't even expect that in the end, the boy you always seem to argue with would be the boy your heart flutters around for.

Momo was right. There is a thin line between love and hate. Although you don't think you ever hated Bakugo's guts.

You and Bakugo occupy the seats reserved for your class after Present Mic finished with his instructions. He hasn't let your hand go yet but for privacy, he slid it under the table and placed your intertwined hands on his thigh.

"So, where will we go?" You managed to ask. Your eyes were watching the other students make their way into the event area.

"Excited to go on a date with me?" It wasn't normal for him to play-flirt with you and you blame yourself for it. He laughed when you flushed, "Not so good at it now, huh dumbass?"

But you knew how to hit him where it hurts, "I remember you asked me out first, Kacchan." That made his cheeks turn pink.

"Tch, shut the fuck up." He grumbled under his breath.

"You still need practice, Kacchan. You can't beat me at this game." You leaned on your seat and giggled at how easily you can render him speechless with your words. Maybe all the months of play-flirting weren't so fake as you thought.

Bakugo shrugged, letting you off this time. He had half the mind to yell at you but the atmosphere was too intimate to break. Besides, he has most of his life to argue with you so he has plenty of chances to learn how to make you shut up.

Yes, like most of his goals in life, he has a laser-focused vision on you being in his life forever. It isn't romantic in a sense but being the determined guy that he is, you will have to fight him tooth and nail if you ever want to leave him. If he's deadset on dating you, you better believe that he will be doing this correctly.

And with all he's got.

This is how he is with his life, with his friends, and with his dreams. Katsuki Bakugo is always all in.

He felt you shifting on your seat as the number of students grew. He wanted to assure you that you will be okay, you had to be because he will make sure that you are. But being who he is, Bakugo never really found it easy to be nice to anyone. He was always brash and straight to the point. It was who he is.

Instead of saying something, which would end up with you and him arguing, he squeezed your hand.

He met your eyes and gave you that grin that he knew would bring you back to your senses. "Ready to knock them dead, dumbass?"

And of course, you replied in the most perfect way possible, "I was born ready, explody."

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hydrangeasimagination · 3 years

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Can I request a bakugou x reader and a Izuku x reader where the reader acts like Saiki Kusuo and has the same powers as him. If you don’t want to then I completely understand.

Hmm, I don't really know what to do with this prompt other than just kind of play around with it... You hadn't really specified too much here?

I'm going to put it separately about how they feel and write a little thing on finding out the other has feelings for you at the same time.

Meanwhile, the reader is aware, tired, and just wants to enjoy their sweets in peace.

I'm just gonna put it as people just believing the has only one quirk and uninterested in hero work but still protecting earth overall/stepping in if necessary, they're also going to be a 2nd year.

Also, they have only one friend/person they tolerate.

Gender Neutral!

“Bolded italics” is the reader speaking via telepathy.

... This got long.

~ Dari

Crushing on Reader that is like Saiki Kusuo

Bakugo Katsuki

honestly didn't notice you at all at first (being as you had specifically tailored it so you'd blend in as much as possible), since you were flying so low under the radar

the sports festival just had you place smack dab in the middle of the people that didn't qualify past the first round

you both met by pure chance, he wasn't looking and bumped into you and snarled at you to move out of the way

you're sorta annoyed that he was so rude and didn't apologize, especially as an upperclassman but weren't about to raise a stink over since you didn't care too much

you were just trying to get drinks

especially since you can kinda see that he was pretty troubled by reading his thoughts (having left behind your germanium ring)

but him trying to shoulder-check his way past you made you a little mad so you planted your feet and watched him kinda stumble

now he's shocked and angry that he was knocked down, by a general studies students nonetheless?

hell no

he's about to let you have it, pulling himself to his feet with a signature scowl

his danger meter suddenly rose and he's startled by the stare you're giving him - intense and intimidating

Katsuki felt stifled, crushed under an unknown force - knees nearly buckling

he wasn't even aware he was frozen until you set the extra drink the vending machine had given you in his hand

"Learn to be more polite" you simply scold before decidedly walking around him, leaving him staring at your back

his heart fluttered

what the fuck? are these feelings?

just like that, you couldn't seem to get rid of him - he's always seeking you out and without the existence of your mind reading capabilities; it's not clear whether he wants to pick a fight or spend time with you

you're not trying to get that kind of attention so just sidestepped seeing him at every point if possible, utilizing all the power you could and careful not to be caught

he has adopted calling you by the "- senpai" honorific, though he uses it semi-mockingly to try and get a rise out of you

after some gestures; namely figuring out you enjoy sweets and making them for you - there is less animosity between you

but the realization that he's a tsundere with a crush is exhausting

especially since he wasn't for romance until meeting you

why is it always you??

Midoriya Izuku

you simply displayed more than one power in front of him, and suddenly, he was scrambling to seek you out

often begging for you to train with him or at least talk about your quirk so he can study it

honestly, you might know about One for All but wouldn't ever tell him that you do

it kinda pissed you off that you were caught and this particular thing is not something you can just erase as there wasn't really a good way to do so

but after a pointed, annoyed threat of unveiling some embarrassing things, Izuku decidedly kept it to himself

not the first time he had to keep a quirk under wraps after all

but he does still come and bother you - though he is more polite about it and makes it so you kinda have to do so by social conventions

you figure out he liked you even before he realized, considering how /many/ times he's looked for you without the more "formal" aspects of it all

and because of his more "intense" part of study, he quickly finds your affection for sweet things

so bribing you in order for these outings is easy

honestly though, he didn't get why you weren't interested in hero work despite having so much power but quickly comes to understand the burden of being unable to properly control them or live a normal life past them

he can kind of understand and sees why you'd like to be without your powers

probably has Hatsume make some kind of quirk erasing cuff that looks like a bracelet if you already don't have one

that is not how your powers work but you appreciate the thought nonetheless

when he realizes he likes you though, he tries to keep his thoughts away from that but he can't help but linger on how nice you looked or how adorable your smile was

... quickly understands that you probably already know and though initially embarrassed; he's more open with his feelings

even if you're not interested, it's a relief not to worry about confessing or just pretending that he didn't

Both of Them Crushing on You

Shinsou is about to lose his mind at these two spending up so much of your time - he's not jealous persay but he is the only person you've claimed as your friend thus far

someone who’ve you had willingly trusted with your secret

honestly, despite his lack of friends up until this point - you'd have to be blind not to see the feelings the pair had for you

it's a given you'd come to favor his company because you hate the attention they bring; being top students in the hero course?

both of which having a crush on a general studies student?

one of which wasn't of note in any shape or form?

what if they found out about your “quirk”?

what if they were to try and scout you into becoming a hero?

that is the last thing you want

Shinsou, despite being initially jealous of all the power you hold, immediately understood that it was burden more than anything - a responsibility that you didn't want

one plagued by being unable to enjoy living a simple, normal life

"Man, what are you? A harem protagonist?" Hitoshi said it as a joke but seeing your expression change was enough for him to apologize

it gets worse because they were already rivals in more ways than one, but finding out that the other had feelings for you?

it was enough to give you a headache for days to come

... maybe just being straightforward with them both would help

you could deal with the issue of being known as the person who rejected both hero course students for a while

especially since this would be good for you in the long run

but there is also the risk lying in the fact that your reputation meter could dip in that people think of you being stuck up enough to reject both so coldly

nor would you like the pair to believe you were leading them on despite having knowledge of their affections

and despite everything, you'd feel guilty if you hurt anyone

"Good grief."

looks like it'll be something that'd have to be done more delicately...

feelings were truly not your strong suit

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #reader insert #x reader insert #x reader #headcanons #gender neutral reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x reader #shinsou hitoshi #x Readers #dari writes

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Journalist!y/n becomes a tad bit obsessed with pro hero!bakugo to the point of stalking and gets caught getting off in public when she finally gets an interview?

nonnie … i feel attacked because why is this me ? are you watching me ? you in cahoots with my FBI agent ? i demand answers after you read this. god i’m in a filthy mood and if she’s as obsessed as i am then we’re definitely going off the deep end; i- you asked for this , k ?

TW! ProHero Bakugo, slut shaming, degrading, spit, rimming (Bakugo rides reader’s face 🫣, Semi-public sex, hair pulling , mating press, sadomasochistic leaning, humiliation, just super cringe and gross and i highly recommend that you don’t read it but you’re a whore and you probably won’t listen 🧡 also not proof read , we die like men.

Part 2

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Sometimes in the world of journalism you have to be willing to drop your morals for the sake of the story. Put yourself in compromising positions to ensure that would guarantee you the scoop. But there was no justification for you to be in ProHero Dynamight’s office restroom plunging your fingers in and out of your creamy pussy with him sitting at his desk just a few feet away from the door.

Your breath hitched at the thought of his close proximity; to think all it would take for Dynamight to catch you red handed was a few strides. What would he say? Would he call security? Would he call your editor? Would he berate you? Would he slam you against the wall and punish your slutty holes?

Wishful thinking at best but it was just what you needed to snap the coil of arousal that you could feel swirling in your stomach. You really tried to hold back your moans but proved unsuccessful.

He definitely heard you. Even with the running water in the sink—he’s a hero for All Mights sake, of course his senses would be extra refined. He’d said as much during the two hours of mental foreplay that went under the guise of an interview. You could only hope that he wasn’t paying attention or wouldn’t acknowledge your indiscretion. Something like this could ruin your career ! Especially if he found the—

“You’re a fuckin’ sick bitch, you know that ?”

Oh shit.

When you abruptly excused yourself to the rest from to handle your delinquent vagina—you left your camera on his desk. The camera that contained some very candid photos of Dynamight at his home. Some where just him. A lot were with guests that were sent home limping the next day. Hell you even had a picture of the NDA that he made all of his romantic partners sign. It was obvious that your interest in him was purely professional.

“I- I can—

“Save it.” The deep rumble of his voice sends shockwaves between your thighs. He rises from the desk and slowly stalks towards you. He’s removed most of the gear he’d been wearing during the interview and was left in only the tank shirt and cargo pants of his summer costume with his mask pushed back like a headband into his ash tinged blonde hair. Dark figures and symbols decorated his toned arms down to his slender hands that were decorated with golden rings and black nail polish.

You licked your lips—mouth parched at the sight of him. You’d always imagined what it would be like to be this close to him. So close that you noticed faint freckles dusting his nose and felt the heat of his quirk radiating off his skin.

The man now stood toe to toe with you. With a hand on the wall he leaned forward until your noses were almost touching. “Are you that much of a desperate whore that you couldn’t even wait until you made it home?” You we’re about to feign ignorance but suddenly grabbed your hand and brought it to his nose. A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest and he brought your fingers to his lips—placing a light kiss before running his tongue over them and sucking them into his mouth.

Your knees buckled and the hand that was holding the wall found purchase on your waist. Bakugo held you steady while he licked your digits clean.

“Didn’t think somethin’ as simple as finger sucking would make a nasty bitch like you weak in the knees” He grunted, “ ‘specially since y’been stalkin’ me for months”.

You gawked at him and he took this moment to shove his fingers in your mouth. You immediately clamped around them, moaning at the softness and sweet taste of them that could probably be attributed to his quirk.

“God— you’re fucking pathetic” he scowled, but his pupils were blown so wide that the red was barely visible. “You’d probably do anything for me to touch you, huh ?” You nodded immediately, big doe eyes desperate and pleading. His dick ached as your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Bakugo was desperate to fuck you but he wasn’t going to give in that easy to some insane fan with beautiful eyes and a perfect mouth.

He was going to make you work for it.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the desk, slut”. You complied, moving faster than you’d ever managed. You watched in awe as he undressed. A perfectly toned body with a fat curved cock leaking pre into his belly button. Your mouth watered, and you found yourself reaching for it but he slapped your hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch me? Keep those whore hands to yourself, there’s no telling where they’ve been. Probably fucking half the heroes in this city, huh ?”

“No! Just you Dynamight” you exclaimed, reaching for him again but retreating when he raised a brow. “Been saving myself for a while now. Nobody was good enough. Wanted you” you pouted, it was so cute that he almost wanted to go easy on you.

Almost.

“Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna believe some crazy bitch that’s been basically camping in my backyard for the past 5 months? Oh don’t look so shocked, sweetheart. I’m a fucking hero, did you really think I wouldn’t know what’s happening on my property ?” He smiled mischievously, “you know, i would watch you on the camera fingering your little twat while i fucked those extras”.

His fingers trailed up your thighs, hovering over your push before traveling to your breasts. He pinched the nipple harshly drawing a half moan half screech from you.

“Better quiet down now. I didn’t lock the door” he whispered, “wouldn’t want someone barging in and seeing me wreck this cute little body, would ya?”. Your thighs automatically squeezed and he chuckled. “Of course a bitch like you would be into that. You know me and Deku share an agency, bet you’d like if he walked in. I saw how you got that night he came over. Tell me Princess, what did you like best ? When he rode me on the couch or when he fucked me against the wall ?”

You couldn’t respond. Your brain had been malfunctioning since he first pulled his dick out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and climbed on the desk to straddle your chest. The weight had you breathless for a second but you recovered quickly. He scooted close enough for you to lap at the head of his cock. The sweet taste of the satiny pre coated your tongue and you hummed happily. He continued scooting forward, feed you his dick until he was plunging into your mouth at a steady pace.

“Fuck~~ this mouth of yours is perfect, Princess” he moans, pulling out to dunk his balls in your throat. You were so turned on that you grabbed his asscheeks to pull him closer. “Sh-shit, want me to ride your face, baby ?” You nodded, desperate for whatever he was willing to give you.

“Okay, just tap my leg if you need to breathe, k? Good girl”.

Dynamight hovered expertly over your mouth and dropped down on your waiting tongue. He rocked against your face, willing your tongue to burrow deeper in his asshole. He stroked his cock in time with your thrusts—chanting your name as you brought him closer to the edge.

“F-fuck , baby. M’gonna cum like this” His word lit a fire under you. You licked at his rim with fervor. Suckling and kissing the ring of muscle in a sloppy make out session that had the blonde cumming against him abs.

Katsuki took a deep breath before hopping off the desk. He wrapped his hands in your hair and yanked your head against his stomach. Without being told you started to clean the cum off him; melting as he stroked your cheek and praised you for being so good for him.

He was hard again when you got done cleaning and he lowered you on your back and pushed your legs into a mating press. With no warning he pushed in. His cockhead got caught against your walls a few times due to the lack of prep but he continued to bully forward.

Tears flowed freely by the time he was fully seated in your heat. Your mouth hung open in a silent “o” filled with euphoria and satisfaction. It wouldn’t take much for you to come at this point.

Bakugo placed his hand against your throat—not squeezing but applying a delicious weight to it. “God— yer tight. Open up for me, Princess”. He leaned forward and spit in your mouth, to which you swallowed immediately.

“Nasty bitch” he grunted, and slowly started to rock into your spasming cunt. Although he wanted to go faster and brutalize your pussy, he couldn’t due to how your walls were suffocating him.

“Shit, baby. This pussy feels amazing. S’fuckin perfect” he whines, followed by neediest whimpers when you cunt continued to constrict as you creamed around his cock. Seeing the frothy white band was enough to send him over the edge—pouring ropes of hot sticky cum into your womb with a guttural groan.

“Kacchan is every thing—

#m’sorry this got out of hand #anon ❤️#thirsty senpai 💦#bakugou smut #bakugou x deku #katsuki bakugo x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x chubby reader #mha x black fem reader #mha x black reader #mha x chubby reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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thetrashywritingwitch · 3 years

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"Be Still, Just for Me" Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Ch. 40

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He’s living his dream, soaking in all he’s ever wanted and worked for.

During the brief moment he lets his guard down, everything changes.

Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he’s forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist.

Chapter length: 14k

Warnings: T+ (brief discussion of trauma, mild suggestive joking)

Reminder that the A03, Wattpad, and Quotev links will be in a reblog so this post shows up in search results! They’re also in my profile header! <3

Co-written and plot mapped by @rose-sparks13

Chapter Title: Exhale and Breathe

Chapter note: Read this brief explanation post about the previous chapter to clear up any confusion about the villain's quirk!

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Mar stood on the busy Tokyo sidewalk, feet tapping to the music pumping through their earbuds as they waited for their mentor to show up at the gym for their scheduled training. In his own words, Bakugo wanted Mar to “shape up” and continue both physical and quirk training outside of patrols. He was never one to go easy on those who slacked off, and Mar knew what they were getting into when they applied for the sidekick position months ago.

Half an hour later, Bakugo still hadn’t appeared.

“Where is he? He’s never late…” Mar glanced up and down the sidewalk to look for his familiar blonde hair, but puffed out their cheeks at the strangers waiting for the bus or walking with shopping bags.

Even though he wasn’t the best at texting back, he at least read most of what Mar sent, so they tried calling and texting Bakugo to find out where he was; both went unanswered. Maybe there had been a villain attack somewhere? But when danger alerts went out, their phones were pinged with vital information and location data… so if he wasn’t in danger, then why wasn’t he here?

After another fifteen minutes, Mar got the sinking suspicion that something was definitely wrong. While it was true that his temperament had been questionably short since returning home and the tiredness more evident in his eyes even at the start of their patrol days, Bakugo had seemed particularly terse recently. He valued his privacy, sure, but Mar wasn’t exactly the “sit back and wait” type of person; it was probably part of the reason Bakugo took them on in the first place.

“Pick up,” they mumbled while they called the first person they thought of who might know what was going on.

“Hello? Mar? What’s up? Need somethin’?” Kirishima’s helpful voice echoed through the phone speaker attached to their earbuds.

“Kirishima-kun? Hi, um, do you know where Bakugo-senpai is? We were supposed to meet up for extra training, but he never showed up,” Mar explained while rocking back and forth on their heels.

Silence on the other end. “He didn’t show up? Have you tried texting or calling?”

“Mm, yeah. He didn’t answer. And he’s never late to anything, so… I dunno. You didn’t get any villain alerts or anything, did you?”

Mar pictured Kirishima shaking his head on the other end, his red mane of hair swaying over his shoulders. “No, it’s been quiet. Let me guess, you’re worried about him, right?”

Stammering, Mar said, “Uh, I mean! He can take care of himself, pfft obviously, duh… but like-”

“Nah, I get it,” Kirishima interrupted with a sympathetic tone. “I’m worried about him, too. A lot of us are.” A heavy sigh. “Go home, kid. I’ll take care of it and let you know what’s going on.”

“Are you sure?” Bakugo was their mentor, after all, and even if they didn’t quite get along every minute of the day, it wasn’t like they wanted to leave it all up to other people if they could be helpful, too. They chose Hero work for a reason.

“Yeah. We’ve given him space, but I think it’s overdue to headbutt some sense into him. And besides me, I know a few people with extra hard heads.” He let out a weak chuckle on the other end as Mar twisted their lips against their teeth.

They took one last look up and down the sidewalk, but Bakugo was nowhere to be seen, even with the dumb disguises he often wore. “Promise you’ll let me know if you find him?” Maybe Bakugo’s close friends could finally make him spill the beans on whatever happened while he was away. Most people were supposed to get better, not worse, after returning home from a long ordeal, right?

“Promise,” Kirishima answered. “Even a hard-headed guy like Bakugo needs help sometimes… and it’s not weak to ask for it. But I’ll let you know what I find. If you hear from him first, text me. Got it?”

“Mm, sure. Good luck, Kirishima-kun.” With that, Mar hung up the call and leaned heavily against the gym wall before running a hand through their curly hair. Trying to stay focused while training on their own sounded impossible right then, so they kicked off from the wall and started walking back towards the train station to take them to their small apartment just outside the city.

On the other end of town, Kirishima stared with a deep frown at his phone. “Something’s definitely up,” he mumbled before searching through his contacts for someone he knew would help him with what he anticipated to be a difficult intervention.

Ever since Bakugo returned home, Kirishima and their friends had tried their best to tiptoe between the delicate balance of allowing him some patience to figure things out on his own and offering a hand or ear if he wanted it, but he brushed them off every time. Patrols and working consumed most of his time - even more so than usual - and Kirishima knew it would all boil over sooner or later. He'd heard what happened at the bar with Kaminari, and had a feeling that this wouldn't end well.

"Hello? Kirishima-kun?" Midoriya's voice spoke from the other end as Kirishima walked down the street towards his apartment building while still in his Hero uniform. Yes, he was technically on patrol, but this was an emergency; he'd contact someone else to try and cover the route. If his friend needed him, he had to try and help!

"Midoriya, are you busy right now?" He let his voice carry a bit of weight to stress what he was about to say. "There's something we need to do."

As perceptive as always, he seemed to read Kirishima’s mind. “It’s about Kacchan, isn’t it?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to explain, but closed it again with a sigh. “Yeah, it is.” He relayed what Mar had told him about skipping out on training - something he almost never did - and not answering his phone. “I think we’ve been patient enough with him, ya know? I say we just see if he’s in his apartment, barge in, and make him tell us what the hell’s going on!” A few onlookers stared as the Sturdy Hero raised his voice on the phone, pointing and whispering to themselves about who he was possibly talking to, but he paid them no mind.

“I’m definitely worried about him, and- huh?” Midoriya’s voice became muffled and far away through the receiver for a moment. “Oh, Todoroki-kun says ‘hi’ and he wants to come, too.”

Todoroki was one of Bakugo’s close friends as well, but he had unfortunately been away on a mission when Bakugo returned home. Although it had taken most of their first year at U.A. for Bakugo to admit to their friendship, they remained close throughout the years just like Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, and all the others. However, unlike the main group, his and Todoroki’s friendship consisted mostly of enjoying each other’s company with few words. There was a time and place for feeling content in the silence of others, and they seemed to cooperate best while fighting villains or conversing over lunch… or commiserating about their own parents.

Kirishima grinned as he walked knowing that one more person would hopefully make this whole mission easier. “Oh, hey Todoroki! And yes, he can definitely come. He can’t ignore all of us at once, right?”

“You’re right,” Midoriya agreed. “I know that it’s not easy for him to open up, but maybe we can convince him that it’s for the best. He usually knows what to do or say when we need help, so it’s our turn to help him this time.”

Even though it wouldn’t be easy, they all recognized that their friend needed a push in the “please, for the love of kicking villain butt, talk to someone” direction. Kirishima agreed to meet Midoriya and Todoroki in front of his apartment building as soon as possible. The two of them just happened to be out doing some small errands and ran into each other, but were on the other side of town.

After calling the agency to let them know he couldn’t finish his patrol due to a “personal emergency” and checking to make sure someone else could cover that area for the next few hours, Kirishima headed towards his apartment while wondering what he and the others could do to finally pry the truth out of Bakugo.

He just needed to make one more call to make sure he was actually at home. That was probably something he should’ve done first, but they’d figure out what to do if, for whatever reason, he wasn’t in his apartment. Calling Bakugo would possibly tip him off to what Kirishima was planning, so he decided to err on the side of surprise to catch him off guard.

Due to the high security measures, their apartment building didn’t actually have a publicly-available phone number to call and was only given out to residents. “Hello? Takahata, here.” The security guard also gave out no information without first telling him the randomly-assigned code everyone within the building gained after moving in.

“Red Riot, code 62438,” Kirishima said while rounding a corner and waving to a few civilians who tried to catch his attention.

Once his identity was confirmed, the security guard’s voice became much more genial. “Ah, Red Riot. What can I do for you today?”

“Well, I need a favor. I’m not sure if you’re able to tell me, but have you seen Dynamight leave today? Do you know if he’s home?”

Takahata hummed on the other end as if contemplating how to answer while also obliging his guard duties. “Do you need to speak to him about something important? Have you tried calling?”

Kirishima chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, well… let’s just say we’re worried about him and he didn’t show up to a planned meeting. I just need to make sure he’s home before Deku, Shouto and I try to help him out as best we can.”

“Ah… I see.” Takahata sighed on the other end. “Well, considering I see you both just about every day, I can say that I do think he needs a bit of help, even if it’s not my place. Dynamight did leave for a while earlier, but when he came back…” He paused as if deciding on exactly how professional to remain with his word choice. “He didn’t look like himself. Wherever he went, it must’ve put him in a pretty low mood. All that being said, I haven’t seen him leave since returning earlier this afternoon.”

Frowning at this news, Kirishima nodded to himself. So, Bakugo went somewhere and came back even more crestfallen than usual? That wasn’t good… “That’s all I needed to know. Thanks, Takahata.”

“Of course, Red Riot.” With that, the two hung up while Kirishima quickened his steps, disquiet rumbling in the pit of his stomach at what they would find out sooner rather than later.

Todoroki and Midoriya arrived about ten minutes after Kirishima. It was around 5 P.M. and the sun began to set across the Tokyo skyline. He waved towards them as they ran down the sidewalk to meet him. “Hey, guys! Thanks for coming.” While Kirishima was still dressed in his Hero uniform, Midoriya and Todoroki wore casual clothes fit for the fall weather. Todoroki had also let his hair grow out and wore it in a low ponytail over his shoulder.

“No need to thank us, Kirishima-kun,” Midoriya insisted with a determined fire in his eyes. “We’re here for Kacchan and want to help him as best we can.”

Todoroki nodded in agreement. “Yes. He’s being stubborn and we’re his friends. He’d do the same for us.”

Balling up his fists, Kirishima pumped the air with a purposeful hoot. “Yeah! We got this, guys!”

Without further delay, Kirishima led the two of them through the doors into his apartment building. Takahata glanced up from his desk, his brows shooting up in acknowledgement of the three Heroes. “Ah, hello Red Riot. Shouto. Deku.”

Kirishima waved before pointing his thumb over his shoulder at his two friends. “Do they need to sign in or anything? I dunno how long this will take…”

“We don’t want you to get in trouble or anything, Takahata-san,” Midoriya said while grabbing the pen on the desk and signing his name along with the current time and handing over his I.D.; he’d been here plenty of times in the past and already knew the procedure. Todoroki followed suit.

“Thank you. As I told Red Riot earlier, I know it might not be my place, but I’m concerned about Dynamight. If anyone could snap him back to his usual self, it would be you three.”

All of them glanced at each other with concern. “Don’t worry,” Kirishima said, turning back to Takahata with the most confident smile he could muster, “we’re all just as stubborn as he is.”

The security guard gave a small grin and waved them back as Kirishima led them into the elevator. “Right… forgot to mention. When I called to see if Bakugo was even home, Takahata mentioned he went out earlier, and came back all weird and not himself; and I mean less like himself than the past few weeks. Wherever he went must’ve really affected him.”

“Where could he have gone?” Todoroki pondered while Midoriya began mumbling to himself in his customary habit of extravagant hypothesizing. However, he couldn’t come up with an answer before the elevator pinged them up to Bakugo’s floor. “Guess we’ll find out now.”

Kirishima led them down the hallway until all three men stood in front of Bakugo’s closed apartment door. Already impatient, Kirishima banged on the door with his fist and yelled, “Bakugo! It’s Kirishima! Open up! We gotta talk, man!”

Only quiet answered them on the other side.

“No, no, he wouldn’t do that… what about…” Midoriya continued to mumble to himself while Kirishima glared at the door and Todoroki hummed.

“Maybe we could try and-”

“Midoriya,” Kirishima said, interrupting Todoroki. “Help me break down the door.”

That snapped the Hero out of his overthinking stupor. “I think I… Huh? Wh- break it down?! That’ll put Kacchan in an even worse mood!”

Flaring his nostrils, the unnatural redhead bent down to stare Midoriya right in his sparkling green eyes. “Which is worse: temporarily mad or miserable for the foreseeable future?” A pause. “Also, I don’t wanna be the only one blamed for property damage so do me a solid, here.”

It only took a second before Midoriya nodded with determination. “You’re right. Heroes save, and that’s what we’re going to do. Doors can be replaced.”

Todoroki held up a finger behind the both of them to try and interject, but Kirishima and Midoriya were far too engrossed in preparing to destroy Bakugo’s front door. “How about we-”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Guys…”

“THREE!”

Both Kirishima with his diamond-hard fist and Midoriya with his own surrounded by green OFA energy, they both surged forward and splintered the door, locks and all, into a flurry of dust and wood. These apartments were built with security in mind, so they were stronger than most, but not impenetrable, especially for two top Heroes.

Kirishima stumbled forward while Midoriya held onto the now-empty door frame, broken hinges swinging and bent screws clattering to the genkan. “We’ll, ah, clean up this mess later…”

Todoroki poked his head into the dimly-lit apartment with a flat look. “I was going to say that Kirishima could’ve just tried to open the door. Don’t you have a spare key? Was it even locked?”

The other two Heroes’ eyes went wide, Midoriya glancing nervously at Kirishima while the redhead let out an anxious laugh before slowly digging into the pocket of his pants and pulling out his keys. “O-oh… hm. I uh… I forgot… I’ll just-”

“What the everloving FUCK is that fucking no- WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DOOR?!” Everyone turned their heads to look past the living room and down the hallway as none other than Bakugo emerged, stomping his way into their field of view before stopping to stare at the wreckage in his apartment with tightly-knitted brows and a slack jaw, hands out wide in disbelief.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya stepped over the splinters and went to stand next to Kirishima with his hands up and waving apologetically as Todoroki followed suit. “Sorry about the door!”

Before a yelling match could start, the phone in Bakugo’s hand started buzzing. Without taking his eyes off of the morons who broke his fucking door, he answered it with an angry, “What!?... No, everything’s fine, there’s no emergency. But I guess I need someone to come fix my busted door,” he grit out while glaring at Kirishima and Midoriya. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be here.” With that, he hung up and rubbed at his tired eyes.

Downstairs, Takahata sighed as he set down the phone receiver. “Wasn’t quite expecting that solution…”

With Bakugo out in the open, the three Heroes took a good, hard look at their friend. Normally well put together and polished, Bakugo definitely didn’t seem quite like his usual self. Not that he’d been back to normal since returning home, but there was definitely something more that appeared to weigh him down. His hair was messy as if he’d just woken up even though it was almost 5 o’clock, he wore pajamas despite them knowing he’d gone out earlier, and his eyes appeared drained and red-rimmed as if he’d been crying. Yes, something was definitely wrong.

“The hell are you all doing here, anyway? If there’s some fucking emergency, I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” he said before making to turn back around, but he didn’t get the opportunity before Midoriya moved forward on quick feet to place a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Kacchan, please just listen. We’re worried about you. We wanted to give you space after coming home, but…”

“But, no offense, we think it’s time you opened up about whatever happened while you were gone. It’s obviously been weighing you down,” Kirishima added to Midoriya’s honest comments. “Even Mar’s worried. You skipped training with ‘em earlier. You can’t be the mentor I know you can be and want to be if you aren’t at your best.”

Finally, Todoroki stepped up to say his own piece. “We’re friends, Bakugo. You’d help us if there was something wrong, so we’re here to help you. And we’re not leaving that easily.” Simple and right to the point.

Bakugo stood still and, to his own surprise, didn’t try shoving Midoriya’s hand from his shoulder. He was so tired… Maybe, after everything he’d learned that day, this was the perfect excuse to finally come clean about where he’d been, what happened over the course of that month-long disappearance, and most importantly of all: you.

There was only so much push he could exert before his energy was well and truly spent, and there was no choice left but to let himself fall against people who he knew would be there to catch him.

Inhaling through his nose, Bakugo closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting his shoulders sag. “Alright,” he conceded with an uncharacteristically weak voice. “I’ll talk.”

Actually confounded that he didn’t put up a fight, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Midoriya looked at each other which prompted Midoriya to slide his hand from his friend’s shoulder. If he was willing to talk to them this easily, then this intervention was probably well overdue. Without a word, Bakugo walked down the hallway towards his bedroom before the others silently followed.

He’d felt guilty for standing up Mar, but even he - with all his steadfastness - couldn’t shake the waves crashing harshly against his ribs long enough to distract himself with a few hours of extra training. It would’ve been impossible to concentrate when all he wanted to do was sit with this newfound knowledge, this guilt, for just a little while.

But he’d moped and wallowed in his own misery for long enough and, truth be told, finally having the opportunity to speak his experiences into existence to others almost sounded relieving; it would make them real outside of his own memories.

Walking into his room, Bakugo sat down on the end of his bed and faced his three friends that shuffled inside. “Sit down wherever. This will probably take a while.”

Immediately, Midoriya noticed the black duffel bag laying off to the side next to the large window, mostly blocked by blackout curtains, that led out onto a balcony overlooking the city. He tapped Kirishima on the shoulder and tilted his head to point out the bag as Kirishima removed his protective face mask. The bag lay open and seemed mostly empty.

Todoroki sat down against the wall, Kirishima next to the bedroom door, which put Midoriya between the two. They all looked up at Bakugo expectantly like children waiting to be told an engaging story by their teacher. “Stop staring at me like I’m crazy,” he gritted out while running his hands through his messy hair. “God, where do I even start…”

“At the beginning,” Todoroki said bluntly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Day one.”

Letting his hands drop to his knees, Bakugo gave Todoroki a “seriously?” glance and opened his mouth to retort, but then seemed to think better of it and shook his head. “If I do this, you all have to make some promises.” With some agreeing nods, he continued. “One, don’t interrupt to ask a hundred questions. Just let me talk. And two, nothing discussed leaves this room. I trust you idiots, so don’t go and break it.”

Kirishima wanted to argue about the second point, but thought better of it. Screwing up this opportunity when he finally agreed to relay what happened seemed like the wrong move. After a moment, they all nodded again and waited with bated breath for the answers they’d been seeking for weeks.

The first words didn’t come easily, sticking to the roof of his mouth like fresh taffy, but he was too exhausted and wasn’t about to back down now. “I didn’t know what happened. One second, I was walking down the sidewalk checking my phone, and the next, I felt a hand on my shoulder and this immense pressure in my stomach that yanked me backwards through some weird, disorienting portal. It only lasted a few seconds before the twisting stopped and I landed on the floor of a room I didn’t recognize.”

It was bizarre thinking back two months ago and recalling a time when the two of you were complete strangers. He didn’t know you, trust you, or believe that you weren’t just an illusion for the first few days. Things had changed so much in such a short amount of time, and the villain’s cackled confession finally revealed why.

He wanted to ease into letting them know about you, but found himself grappling for the right words. “Next thing I knew, someone was yelling at me in a language I didn’t understand. It wasn’t Japanese. She was scared and angry, but I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t know what she was saying. She threw shit at me until I left the room only to come back out with a baseball bat, as if that’d stop me.” You really were scared that first day that he’d actually hurt you...

“Wait, so,” Kirishima interrupted. “You just dropped into someone’s house?”

“What’d I say about questions?”

“It was just one!”

Running a hand down his face, Bakugo said, “Fuckin’... Yes, basically. But apartment, not house. I didn’t know who she was and she didn’t know me. She had a phone and used an app to help translate between us because I wasn’t about to leave without answers; I figured she had something to do with what happened or that she was a villain herself.”

With no more delays, he continued. “There was some stupid back and forth before she told me we weren’t in Japan, but I didn’t believe her at first. And then… she asked me how I made my hands spark. Apparently, quirks didn’t exist in that world.”

“Oh, wow,” Midoriya murmured while staring up at Bakugo. “So, you were transported to a whole different universe or dimension without quirks? Fascinating… I wonder how-"

"Deku!" Midoriya let out a "meep!" at Bakugo's raised voice. "Can I get through more than three sentences?!"

"Sorry, Kacchan! I'll just save them for later…"

"You gonna interrupt next?" He turned to Todoroki who pointed to himself.

"Oh, is it my turn? I don't have any questions yet."

Glaring at all three of his moronic friends, he huffed. "No damn patience… anyway, I didn't believe or trust her, so I ran outside. I figured I’d been teleported somehow or that it was all some elaborate illusion, but I didn’t know where. I basically ran for a while searching for anything I knew, but I couldn’t read the street signs and all the people were strangers. I realized I didn’t have my damn phone or wallet or anything, so I couldn’t contact anyone. People looked at me weirdly when I tried asking what happened or if they saw anything. They couldn’t understand me.” Remembering the terror of the unknown, of being completely lost with no one to call on for help made him frown as he stared down at the floor. “Not knowing what else to do, I went back to that apartment building. I figured I’d find answers or clues there."

Continuing recalling what happened more than two months ago, he explained interrogating you for information only to find out that you knew even less than he did… and also that you offered him fucking pizza as an edible peace treaty because you didn't want him to blow up your home.

Kirishima hummed as if he agreed with that delicious tactic before Todoroki asked, "What was her name?"

Keeping his face as straight as possible, Bakugo told them your name. His heart fluttered painfully as your smiling face appeared in his imagination… but it didn’t hurt as much as earlier. Would continuing to talk about you make the pain lessen?

None of them recognized the name, and it wasn’t Japanese, but Midoriya watched his friend carefully as he spoke about this mysterious, quirkless stranger.

Your offer to help him sent him down a sentimental spiral as he retold what he remembered about that first day: searching for anyone else who might’ve been transported, taking him grocery shopping, playing video games with him, and offering your home to him for as long as he needed it.

“We didn’t trust each other, but she helped me anyway. I didn’t understand why until later, and it still seems ludicrous looking back on it, but if it hadn’t been for her and what she gave up to help me, I wouldn’t have had anything. Even though sleeping on a couch for weeks wasn’t ideal, it was better than finding a bridge or alleyway to sleep in.”

He paused before daring to glance up at his friends to gauge their reactions to the tip-top of the story that, with just the right push, would inevitably evolve into an avalanche.

Todoroki’s stare was attentive, Deku looked enamored, and Kirishima seemed confused. “So… let me get this straight.” Holding his hands out to Bakugo, he said, “You had shelter, food, and help and stuff the whole time you were gone? I mean, there’s obviously more to it, but…?”

Clenching his jaw, Bakugo knew this was coming. “I know everyone assumed I was probably on the edge of death and fighting for my life somewhere, right?”

Kirishima frowned and Todoroki scratched at his cheek. “But all that stuff was good, right? At least in the beginning, you weren’t totally alone.”

“Yeah! Kacchan, that’s great news!” Midoriya perked up to add his own quick-witted analysis to these surface-level revelations. “Yes, we assumed the worst… but Todoroki-kun’s right. You came back and surprised us with how you were doing, physically at least. If this (y/n) person helped you, then it wasn’t all bad. Unless she wasn’t what she appeared to be…?” His voice trailed off as his smile slowly faded.

“Yeah, what happened next?”

It shouldn’t have surprised him that they weren’t angry or upset, that they’d basically worried and stressed over him for nothing and were glad for the help you gave, but Bakugo had spent so much time and energy slogging through scenarios and feeling lost, that having something go right just felt off.

Still, they were wrong. So very wrong about assuming the worst from you.

His fingers gripped at the comforter underneath him. “I thought I’d wake up back here, really fucking wished for it. But I didn’t. I had no answers and no clues and it drove me crazy for a while. But I knew you idiots would be working to bring me home while I did what I could there.”

At that, Kirishima perked up a bit. “You’re right about that. As soon as we heard what happened from the civilians around that restaurant, we went looking for you and the villain.”

“She didn’t get too far,” Todoroki added. “I guess you being so far away affected her more than she thought it would. But it took a while to get any solid answers.”

He scoffed, but it was all soft edges and fondness for the people who had stuck by him through thick and thin after all these years. “Thought so.” With a sigh, he summoned up the memories that felt much further away than they actually were. “I tried to test whether or not it was an illusion or fake, but the people were too real and it was too big and detailed for one person, even with a strong quirk, to keep up for that long. I didn’t know if the villain was watching me or waiting for me to drop my guard. I didn’t know what was happening here. That was the most agonizing thing: not knowing.”

“Were you able to use your quirk at all?” Bakugo resigned himself to answering these intermittent questions; setting that rule in the beginning felt pointless considering how long he’d kept this all a secret, but at least he'd tried.

“Not really, no. It would’ve caught too much attention. That also drove me out of my mind, but I managed. Last thing I needed was to get chased by cops and weirdos thinking I can do magic or some shit. But… I was anonymous there. Here, everyone knows who I am and what Heroes are. We’re recognizable, but there, I was just a person like everyone else. I could walk down the street and not get bombarded by cameras or people wanting autographs. But I couldn’t do what I was made to do; I couldn’t be a Hero. It was boring as fuck for a while.”

This continued for a little while as Bakugo told a few of the people he was closest to, for the very first time, everything you did for him that first week. You bought him clothes, presented your own theories as to why he was there and how to get back home, and did what you could to keep him entertained.

“I was still suspicious of everything, but none of it ever felt threatening. And even if it did, I could’ve dealt with any surprise attack. Letting my guard down was how I got into that damn mess in the first place.”

Kirishima slouched against the wall. “Man, she took you to an amusement park AND to play video games and stuff? That’s so cool… I can’t remember the last time I had time to do something like that.” His words tugged at the guilt Bakugo felt at the time as he enjoyed, to the best of his ability, his nonconsentual “vacation” away from his normal responsibilities. Even if he loved what he did, a break every once in a while didn’t hurt.

“I think the only time I went to an amusement park was during our last year at U.A.,” Todoroki mused as he remembered a trip most of their class took before graduation to celebrate before they entered sidekick and Pro Hero work.

“Kacchan, this person sounds very generous to do all of that… but there’s more to it, isn’t there?” Perceptive as always, Midoriya stared at the friend he’d known since childhood, the person he arguably knew best. He could tell there was something hidden beneath the mundane grind of living life as a civilian and being taken care of by someone else. Bakugo was never one to accept help easily and always paid back what he owed, but even he seemed to be forced into a position where he had no other choice but to swallow his own thorn-covered pride.

Bakugo stared at the others, lingering on Midoriya knowingly, and sighed. “I hated having nothing. I hated feeling useless and like a burden. I could’ve made it on my own, but it would’ve been stupid to brush off what (y/n) offered. Plus, she was my only lead. I asked her why the hell she was being so nice, why so fucking generous with what she had, and why she didn’t just kick me out day one. And she said that if the roles were reversed, if she were in my shoes, she’d want someone to help her. That it felt like the right thing to do.” He ran a hand through his hair and stared down at the knees of his pajama pants. “It’s not everyday someone from another universe appears out of nowhere with ‘superpowers’.” The last bit was emphasized with air quotes. “She also wanted to know about me and what’s normal for us here and I don’t think most people would blame her for that.”

Midoriya hummed at that. “When I was quirkless, I wondered all the time what it would’ve been like to have a quirk. But I never thought about a world without quirks at all, or the experience of meeting someone who can do what we do when it’s so foreign.”

“Like something out of TV or comics,” Kirishima added. “It would’ve been really freaky. I hope you didn’t give her a hard time. You aren’t exactly known for being patient.”

“Shut it,” Bakugo growled out, but it was a lukewarm attempt at best while the redhead grinned. “That was one of my strategies at first: be nice. I figured if I could get on her good side, she’d let her guard down and slip up… and in a way, she did.”

Tilting his head to the side, Todoroki saw Bakugo glance away towards the wall-length curtains. “What do you mean? Did she have a secret?”

Now… how the hell was he supposed to even begin to summarize that he had started dating the woman he’d been talking about, successfully - for the most part - navigated a brief relationship, almost fucked it up at the very end, only to be forgiven before being pulled back home right as he was about to tell someone he loved them for the first time?

How do I even start? Just thinking about it made his heart palpitate and mouth scratchy with dryness. Could he keep it together long enough to make it to the end?

His tongue rolled around in his mouth as he pondered how to phrase something that would probably shock his friends. “She had a job, so I tried to keep myself busy by working out and writing down any ideas I had on how to get home. But when she wasn’t working, she felt obligated to try and keep me from dying of boredom, and I took her up on it. It wasn’t like she hated roller coasters; I was a convenient excuse to do things she wouldn’t normally do. But…” Trailing off, Bakugo stared up at the ceiling and leaned back on his hands as he thought back to that kitchen confession of yours. Always kept him on his toes… “Something changed that I never expected to happen.”

As if waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop, the others leaned forward from their seated positions to listen in closely. “Well?”

“...I-”

The notification tone of Kirishima’s phone made everyone practically glare at him for the interruption before he sheepishly shrugged. “Sorry, should’ve put it on silent… oh, it’s Mar. Let me tell them that you’re alive.” He typed away on his phone as Bakugo tapped a finger against his comforter and clicked his tongue despite knowing the kid was concerned from what Kirishima said earlier. “OK… don’t look at me like that. They were worried! Now, continue.”

Taking a moment to reorient his thoughts again, Bakugo huffed. It was now or never to finally reveal what tarnished his return home. “What changed… is that I started to like her. As more than just someone helping me out or some circumstantial friendliness. As it turns out, spending every single day with someone really helps you see exactly who they are; there’s nowhere to hide. And she was a shitty liar, anyway,” he muttered with a huff and small, nostalgic upturn of his lips. “I was in denial and tried to ignore it at first, but it’s not like I had anyone to turn to for advice. And (y/n) wasn’t exactly subtle with her own stupid crush. I thought I was losing my mind, because when have I ever given a damn about that kinda stuff? And besides, why even try when I was anxious to get home, even if I didn’t know at the time how long it’d take? Nothing could last, but it just got harder to ignore after a while. And then, she surprised me by just blurting it out one night. That’s one thing I really liked: she didn’t hold back if she wanted something. If I pushed, she pushed right back. So, after that, for the rest of the time I was there, we agreed to say ‘fuck it’ and basically started dating, even if we didn’t put a name to what we were for a while.”

Realizing that he’d been staring at the ceiling the entire time he was talking, Bakugo blinked back to reality and looked down at his friends to judge their reactions to this unlikely revelation. Talking about you felt… good. It made you feel real rather than just a faraway memory that he’d attempted to lock away. He really was an idiot, and only now realized he should’ve told someone about you from the very beginning.

“Dude…”

“Kacchan..”

“... Huh. Not what I was expecting.”

He twisted his mouth and clicked his tongue, but his eyes were regaining that bit of ruby sparkle they hadn’t held in weeks. “No shit.”

“Wh- wait! You said you didn’t know how long, but the note! Did you get the note we sent?!” Kirishima leaned forward with wide eyes and nearly smacked Midoriya in the face with a dramatic wave of his hand.

“I was getting to that if you’d be patient,” he said before Kirishima leaned back with a pout. “Yeah, I got the note after about two weeks, but it was after the whole confession happened. And I guess sticking around was the best option after all, since I wouldn’t have the note otherwise. It appeared where I did on Day one.”

Midoriya hummed. “We were concerned about the note adding that extra time before you came back, but now that we know you weren’t in danger or anything… I guess it turned out alright?”

“You really went for it, huh? That’s so manly.” Balling up his fist, Kirishima screwed his eyes shut in fiery satisfaction of his best friend letting himself be happy despite the circumstance.

“But that leaves…” Holding up his fingers, Todoroki counted down the remaining days from when the note arrived to when Bakugo was yanked back home. “Three weeks left. So, what happened after that?”

Nodding, Midoriya said, “For you to want this, she had to be special, right? You told us (y/n) helped you, was kind and generous, and reciprocated how you felt… wow, Kacchan. I’m really happy you found someone like that!”

Letting out a laugh-turned-sigh, Kirishima said, “Yeah, man. Imagine finding someone you click within another wor- ow!” He was interrupted by a sharp jab of Midoriya’s elbow in his ribs and glanced to the side before looking up into Bakugo’s tired eyes, realizing his lack of tact a few seconds too late with an apologetic look, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, sorry…”

As if I haven’t been thinking about that for weeks, Bakugo thought to himself with a clenched jaw. Just then, he lifted his head towards his bedroom door when he heard voices. “Probably someone here to fix my broken door,” he said while glaring at his sheepish-looking friends. “Don’t move.” Lifting himself from the edge of his bed, he opened his door and closed it behind him, leaving the three Heroes to themselves for the moment.

Immediately, they began whispering to each other about what they’d been told.

“Things are starting to make so much more sense now! Kacchan’s been so down because-”

“Because he was happy, not miserable. As far as we know, at least,” Todoroki added.

“Yeah, but he’s not exactly someone you can easily fool. And if she really wasn’t quirkless, then he could hold his own and would’ve bailed. Man, all those dates I tried to set him up on flopped, but I guess he didn’t need my help after all.”

Midoriya’s eyes sparkled with unasked questions. “Another universe… I wonder exactly what the differences are! Why don’t they have quirks? Maybe quirks will develop there eventually? Are all the countries and languages the same? What about the food and cultures? Is their Japan the same as here?” He continued muttering to himself like usual during these hypothesizing moods while Kirishima leaned his head against the wall.

“When he was talking about her, he looked less down. Maybe he just needed a push to open up.”

Todoroki agreed with a nod. “I do want to know where he went earlier-”

Just then, the bedroom door opened to reveal Bakugo. He returned to his previous spot on the bed before saying, “If the construction gets too loud before I’m done, I’m volunteering Kirishima’s place.”

Kirishima awkwardly grinned. “Aha, fair, fair. Anyway! Where’d we stop?”

“Huh?” Only then did Midoriya pause his mumbling. “Uh, the note, right?”

Setting the heel of his foot on the edge of his bed frame, Bakugo thought back to the morning when you handed him the one bit of evidence he’d been waiting for. “Right. It gave me a solid date, which I desperately needed. And the fact that you caught the villain and got some info out of her told me that the worst of it was over and that I probably didn’t have some surprise ambush to worry about.” Her crooked, wrinkly grin and eyes full of wicked glee flashed in his mind, but he forced the image down with a difficult swallow. “But three weeks was a long time to wait. And I’d already imposed on (y/n)’s time and effort more than I wanted. When I asked about it, she said I could stay.”

“Did you really think she’d kick you out?” Todoroki asked. “From what you’ve told us so far, she doesn’t seem the type.”

“No, I didn’t, but even I know when to stop being an asshole long enough to ask about overstaying my welcome. For all I knew, she might’ve had plans with her parents or friends or whatever.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya said with that big-eyed stare of his. “Can you tell us why you liked her? More about her?”

At this, Bakugo felt embarrassment bubble up under his skin in the form of rare goosebumps. It was one thing to get lost in his own memories while retelling events, but listing out the qualities he liked - no, loved - about you one-by-one was too damn much. “What, you want me to spill my damn guts out? Try again.”

“Can you blame us for wanting to know? I mean, you had this like, faraway look in your eyes- hey!” Kirishima put his arms up to block as a pillow was hurled in his direction. “I was just asking!”

“Whatever, dummy! Let me just finish the damn story!” Settling back down on the bed as it creaked under him, Bakugo glared while knowing his stupid ears were probably pink. “Annoying… anyway,” he growled, “after I got the note, things were alright for a while. All I had to do was wait it out. But it wasn’t like her life revolved around me. She had a job and responsibilities. There was a small park nearby where I’d go and exercise as best I could while she was at work. It was weird people watching while no one recognized me. Then, I’d get back and make dinner because it was the least I could do and I hated feeling indebted to someone.”

At that, Kirishima’s eyes went wide with realization. “So that’s why you keep giving me your leftovers… I gotta say, man, that’s really cute.”

“You are a good cook,” Todoroki said as Bakugo narrowed his eyes at both of them while imagining punching them right into his wall. He wasn’t cute, dammit!

“One more word, and I’m kicking all of you out.” After the others settled in and shut their fat mouths, he recalled what happened next. “Hm.. oh, right. She wanted to try and find somewhere I could use my quirk safely and planned some outing in secret because she’s devious like that. The next weekend, she drove us a couple hours away to a secluded cabin in the woods away from other people… don’t give me that look!”

Bakugo knew damn well what Kirishima was about to say and he pointed accusingly at the redhead, making his teeth clatter together; however, it didn’t wipe the smug grin off of his face.

“I don’t get it,” Todoroki said. The guy was far too aroace to understand romantic subtext in any capacity. Midoriya just nodded along patiently, smart enough to say nothing at all.

“Good. Keep it that way. AS I WAS SAYING, we spent the weekend in this cabin and I was able to use my quirk for about two and a half days. Not long, but after almost three weeks it was way better than nothing at all. The weather was good, and-” His face immediately dropped as he stared at a blank spot on the wall. So caught up in remembering those pleasant, nostalgic memories of holding hands under a meteor shower, hearing you laugh as he flew you up into the air, and fighting with you over the single bed that he nearly forgot about the almost-tragedy that ruined it.

“... And?”

Before he could stop himself, Bakugo blurted out in a low and even tone, “And I almost didn’t make it.”

At that moment, there were no thoughts in my head. My body… just moved on it’s own.

Midoriya, Kirishima, and Todoroki all glanced at each other with this sudden melancholic shift. Todoroki asked, “What does that mean?”

Blinking a few times, Bakugo ran his hands down his face and let his forearms rest across his thighs. “On the second day, (y/n) wandered off while I was training. I didn’t notice. She was just gone a minute, but the next thing I knew, I heard a scream. And we have all heard that scream.”

They did. Every Hero knew the intimate terror of hearing someone in trouble, someone you weren’t sure you could reach. It never got any easier. “I ran, and saw that she had somehow caught the attention of a big fucking bear. She tripped and fell, and the bear caught up easily. I blasted through the trees and scared it away before anything happened.”

For the first time in almost an hour, silence hung low and heavy over the room with only the occasional bang or noise from the construction in the hallway. Kirishima knew his buddy would’ve made the save, he always did, but he understood the anxiety that often hung around afterwards. Midoriya considered the dread he’d felt when that villain had Ochaco cornered two years ago and how he moved without thinking. And Todoroki considered how this confirmed you didn’t have a secret quirk; if you did, you would’ve defended yourself in such a dire circumstance.

“That must’ve been… but she was fine, right?” Midoriya watched as Bakugo mechanically closed and opened his fists while staring listlessly down at the floor, the gem-like shimmer in his eyes as he spoke about you dimmed once again.

“Physically, yeah. She was scraped up from falling, but otherwise fine. But she was in shock and kind of shut down when we got back to the cabin. Pretty sure she’d never run for her life before. After a while, she fell asleep. Then came the nightmares.” He knew he was oversharing, revealing too much too soon, but telling someone else - people who knew what it meant to save - felt cathartic; like air being pushed into his lungs for the first time in many stifling days.

“Everyone has nightmares. What happened next?” Feeling the need to push through what he assumed was a harsh memory for Bakugo, Todoroki tried to skip to something slightly more uplifting.

Taking a moment to regain his composure, Bakugo mentally shoved visions of your crying face and shaking hands back into the depths where they belonged. “Things were mostly alright for the rest of the week. But she had trouble sleeping and would fucking apologize for it of all things. As for something way less stressful, I convinced her to look for a new job because hers sucked and she could do better. She studied, interviewed, and landed a the job that week because she doesn’t back down from a challenge. It was all a good distraction from the bear shit, too. So, we went that Friday to celebrate with a first official ‘date’ or whatever.”

Tilting his head like a confused puppy, Kirishima pondered aloud. “Hadn’t you been together for a couple of weeks by that point? And just now going on a date?”

Bakugo twisted his lips and lowered his eyes slowly to the redhead. “Ah, right. I’ll just take her out with all the money I didn’t have- genius, did you forget I was flat broke?! I wasn’t about to insist we do anything when I was living off her dime. Everything we did that cost money was her idea. I only suggested the karaoke bar because it was free aside from drinks.”

“Oh, they had karaoke there? W-”

A loud banging came from down the hallway, making everyone turn their heads towards the noise. “Well, might be our cue to take this elsewhere…” Kirishima pushed himself away from the wall and stood up alongside the others. “You coming?”

Kirishima’s hand shot out as he offered it to Bakugo. A small gesture that said so much. He scoffed, but the corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly. “No shit.” Not needing the help, but accepting it anyway was something he learned a long time ago as appreciation for his friends as not just “extras” but reliable colleges grew. With a yank, Kirishima helped him up with a smile before turning to follow the others back down the hallway. Bakugo grabbed his phone off the nightstand, turned once more towards the open bag underneath his window, and walked out into his living room.

Which looked like a bit of a wreck, now.

“You really had to forget you had a key,” he mumbled while sliding on his shoes. Turning to the two workers diligently cleaning splinters and fixing the security hinges while he grabbed his keys, he asked, “How long will this take?”

“Shouldn’t take more than another hour or two, Dynamight. New door is on the way,” one of them said with the utmost professionalism. “It’ll look like nothing ever happened.”

“Good.” Leaving them alone in his place didn’t bother him; they knew who they were messing with if he found anything missing or out of place.

As he waited with the others for the elevator in the quiet of the hallway, his stomach let out an embarrassingly loud rumble. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima turned to him as Bakugo stared straight ahead while grinding his teeth in a pitiful attempt to ignore the fact that he’d eaten jack shit all day.

“Dude, are you hungry? Oh, I know. We can order some takeout! Todoroki, Midoriya, wanna stay for dinner?”

“That’d be nice, Kirishima-kun! I’ll let Ochaco know I won’t be home for dinner.”

“I don’t have plans.”

“GET IN THE ELEVATOR ALREADY!” Shoving them all forward, Bakugo punched the button for Kirishima’s floor and crossed his arms. Sometimes, having friends was a giant pain in the ass.

A few seconds later, the doors opened and they walked down the hallway as Kirishima pulled out his keys. “My place isn’t as pristine as Bakugo’s, but it’ll be fine.” As the lock clicked, he swung the door and led them all inside.

His apartment wasn’t quite as large as Bakugo’s, but it was still plenty impressive. The main difference that immediately greeted everyone who visited were his garish decorations choices. Gaudy curtains, posters and pictures covering most of the available wall space, and furniture that was either bright red or black, even if it matched nothing else in the room. A true disaster of design.

“You have a very bright apartment,” Todoroki commented as he removed his shoes. It had been a while since he’d visited and had incorrectly assumed that Kirishima would’ve mellowed out over time.

Knowing where most things were in the apartment because of his frequent visits, Bakugo dug into one of the cabinets and pulled out a protein bar to tide him over before he started actually feeling ill from lack of food.

“Just sit down wherever,” Kirishima said as he leaned back into his favorite black leather recliner while the others took seats on the longest couch. Todoroki and Midoriya sat on the ends, which left Bakugo to resign himself to the middle. He didn’t appreciate feeling cornered, but felt too drained to actually argue about it as he flopped into the cushion with a mouthful of protein bar.

“I’m not sure how much more you want to tell us, but we can order some food when you get to a stopping point.” Turning to his friend, Midoriya waited patiently for Bakugo to continue where he left off upstairs.

He really did take his sweet time finishing off that protein bar to delay vocalizing the end of his stay in your world; yes, telling them about what had happened - for the most part - was easier the longer he talked, but those final day memories were still painfully bittersweet.

“Fine. To answer your question,” he said, cutting his eyes to Todoroki, “yes, they had karaoke. I was surprised, too. (y/n) didn’t even know the place was there and had never been. She liked to sing, but had never done it in front of people. Lack of confidence, I guess, but I convinced her to go because I knew she’d kill it.”

“That was very thoughtful of you.” While Todoroki’s face remained impassive, Bakugo groaned and sunk down further into the couch cushion. Yeah, revealing some of the more personal things the two of you did embarrassed him exactly as much as he assumed it would.

That got a laugh out of Kirishima. “Did she manage to get you to-”

“Not a fucking chance.”

“Man, really? If she couldn’t do it, then maybe it’s a lost cause. We can keep trying, though.”

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but Midoriya got there first. “But she went up and sang, right? You’re a very encouraging person in your own way, Kacchan.”

Crumpling up the empty protein bar wrapper in his hand, Bakugo stared at the edge of the small table nestled between the couches and recliner as he remembered the unforgettable surge of affection that nearly swallowed him whole as he watched you on stage singing a song about savoring small, ordinary moments before they were gone. “Yeah, she did. And it was beautiful.” A heavy pause as the corners of his mouth sank ever so slightly. “When I got back, I tried to search for it, but I don’t think the artist exists in our universe. All I have is that memory.”

Todoroki and Midoriya glanced at each other while their train of thought ran parallel to each other: their friend really did care about this person in a way they’d never seen him care before.

Humming to himself, Kirishima’s eyes went wide. “Wait… is that what you’ve been humming all this time?”

The others, including Bakugo, glanced up confused. “The fuck are you talking about?”

Leaning forward in his chair, Kirishima said, “Dude, ever since you got back, you’ve been like… I hear you hum to yourself, sometimes. And I wasn’t sure if you realized you were doing it? I didn’t recognize the tune, but… is that the song she sang?”

For once, Bakugo actually looked mildly shocked at this. He’d… been fucking humming to himself without noticing? Even when he tried not to think about you, it always came right back around. The lingering tendrils of unreachable love were so cruel at times.

Going off of his bewilderment, Kirishima attempted to remember the tune himself and recreate what he’d heard. “It went like… something like this I think?”

And it’s hard to write about being happy

Because the older I get…

That was it; that was the song. Eyes glancing around erratically as his realization set in, Bakugo growled and made to stand up from the couch and leave, get away, run from the ache like he’d been doing for weeks with the little remaining strength he had, but unfortunately for him, everyone in the room rivaled his obstinacy.

“Wh- hold on-”

“Kacchan-!”

“There’s no way we’re letting you leave.”

Midoriya stood in front of his angry-looking friend while waving his hands in front of his chest, Todoroki stood to his left, and Kirishima guarded the front door. “Get out of my way.”

“Bakugo,” Kirishima pleaded with furrowed brows. “You’ve been holding all this stuff in for weeks! We’re your friends and we’re not judging you.”

Nodding in agreement, Todoroki placed an icy hand on Bakugo’s tense shoulder. “He’s right. You don’t have to keep what happened to yourself.”

“You don’t get it.” His words, barely audible, rumbled in his chest like an avalanche on the edge of cascading down a precariously-steep mountainside. Fists balled tightly and eyes screwed shut, he saw your face full of disappointment at his cowardice.

“Tell them, Katsuki.”

“I know I should. I know! But I couldn’t even tell you!”

“Then don’t make the same mistake twice.”

Hesitantly, Midoriya reached forward with a comforting hand, but stopped when Bakugo abruptly pulled his head up, eyes full of angry, unshed tears.

“It fucking hurts, alright?! Is that what you wanna hear? It’s been eating at me ever since I came back! It’s not like I fucking knew how to handle being in love for the first time, and-”

He stopped. So did everyone else, breaths held to stop the unstable snow and ice from cracking any further. Finally, he managed to tell someone else.

Too bad you didn’t hear him.

“You… loved her?”

Bakugo felt like he was swallowing stones as he stared into Midoriya’s bright green eyes pleading for honesty. “Did I stutter? Yeah, I did… I do.” Even though he hadn’t meant to yell out such a personal confession, he felt… lighter. A weight lifted and the restraints around his neck and limbs loosened just enough to let him breathe properly for the first time in weeks. “And I didn’t get a chance to tell her.”

Midoriya knew about love. He thought of Ochaco at home and how his massive crush on her during his first year at U.A. turned into something more, something lasting, with time and effort. He imagined never having the opportunity to tell her how he felt. If Kacchan said he was in love with this woman, it had to be true; after all, the man hated lying.

“Oh, man… Bakugo, I’m sorry.” He glanced at Kirishima who looked genuinely apologetic. Part of him didn’t even care about being pitied right now, too drained and worn down to care. The couch cushion sunk under him as he sat back down with a heavy sigh, leaned his arms across his knees, and let his head drop in acceptance. Midoriya mentally noted how similar he looked to that young Kacchan after their big fight on U.A. grounds. He’d won the fight, but had accepted a deeper loss with tears and bloodied fists.

More to himself than to the others, Bakugo muttered towards the floor with his hair shielding his face from view. “I almost screwed it up at the end. I freaked out when I realized I loved someone I couldn’t fucking be with. So, I did something stupid and tried to push (y/n) away by acting like an asshole. But it backfired, and I just ruined one of the few days we had left together by making us both miserable until she confronted me about it and called out my bullshit. I apologized, but she didn’t forgive me until the night before I came back here.”

Everyone else in the room remained silent as they listened to their friend recall those last days he spent with this woman. The heartache was obvious and no one quite knew how to respond to such an extraordinary - if not tragic - circumstance.

“I know everyone was curious about the bag I came back with.” He finally sat up and wiped his cheeks with his knuckles before letting his arms hang crossed and limp over his chest. “(y/n) insisted I keep it, even though we didn’t know if it would come back with me. I took all the clothes she bought for me, but there were other things, too. A novel she bought me to read when I was bored. A pair of chopsticks from a Japanese grocery store she took me to. A DVD of an anime we would watch that doesn’t seem to exist here. Some photos of us… as a reminder. Tch, as if I’d forget…”

As curious as he - and probably the others - were to see the photos he mentioned and see you for themselves, Todoroki could see Bakugo’s energy waning and thought it best to keep him talking. If he didn’t finish the story now, it might’ve remained incomplete forever. “What happened on the last day? Before you left?”

Glancing off to the side, his face remained solemn and cold as stone. “I didn’t know what time I’d leave since the note Kirishima sent didn’t specify, but I assumed it would be around the same time I arrived, which was early morning. So we just… waited. And at the last fucking minute, she-” Saying it made it real. He had to tell them, he had to, even if the words burned his throat like a glowing red brand. “She said she loved me, and before I could say it back, I was yanked to Tartarus.”

Shuddering as though a cold wind blew across his skin, Bakugo stood up, but no one moved to stop him this time. He just needed a few minutes to himself to breathe after unloading all the secrets he’d been keeping to himself for weeks. Heading towards the bathroom down the hall, Bakugo called over his shoulder in a tired voice. “Order some food. I don’t care what it is,” he said before disappearing from view with the click of the bathroom lock.

Silently, everyone in the living room glanced at one another before sitting down to contemplate the weight of everything Bakugo laid bare. Kirishima sank down into his recliner while Midoriya and Todoroki flopped down against the couch.

“So, uh… whatever I expected to come out of this conversation today has been turned upside down,” Kirishima commented as he scratched the back of his head and wondered how in the world they’d pull their friend up from something like this? Bakugo, in love of all things? He fought for everything he ever wanted and thought he deserved: recognition, strength, to win and save, and to surpass All Might’s legacy along with the rest of them. However, he couldn’t punch or explode his way back to you. No wonder he’d been so frustrated all this time...

“I don’t know a lot about love, but at least now I understand why he’s avoided talking about it.” It wasn’t like Todoroki grew up in a home with a healthy parental dynamic; in fact, it was the exact opposite. All he’d observed was cruelty at the hands of his father and the effects of those actions on his mother which, unfortunately, trickled down to affect all of the Todoroki children. If Bakugo was able to find love, the abrupt and incomplete goodbye to it all for someone so wholly focussed on doing everything to the best of his ability must’ve truly been eating him all this time.

Midoriya sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the palm of his thumb. He assumed getting him to talk would be difficult, but it was the opposite: Kacchan wanted to talk about you, to tell someone what he went through and what he felt while he was gone… but he just didn’t know how. The sparkle in his eyes returned as he reminisced about you, and Midoriya knew that his friend had experienced true joy. “He’s been dealing with this alone, but he doesn’t have to, anymore. We’re here, and I think things will get better now, but… I’m not sure how to fix this, or if we even can.”

Physical pain would fade and heal with time. Medicine, patience, and professional help could alleviate mental anguish. But emotional turmoil? Getting over heartbreak? There was no magic solution or words to hasten such a deep wound. Still, they had to try.

“There’s something we still need to know, though,” Midoriya said while pulling his eyes - now just as tired as everyone else’s, it seemed - up to the others. “I don’t think he’ll want to tell us, but today might be our only chance.”

“What’s that?” Todoroki turned to look at Midoriya while Kirishima glanced down the hallway to listen out for Bakugo before pulling out his phone to pull up some restaurants that delivered. The bathroom door hadn’t budged.

“I want to know where he went earlier and what he found out that exacerbated things to how we found him.”

Todoroki hummed and brought his hand up to his chin as he thought aloud. “Ah, right. Somewhere he’d go that would make him feel bad...”

“I think I know.” Kirishima and Todoroki stared at Midoriya’s concerned but determined face. They ordered food and continued to discuss ideas and possibilities when, about ten minutes later, the bathroom door finally opened and Bakugo came back down the hallway. He still looked tired, but some time to himself seemed to help a bit.

“Food’s on the way,” Kirishima said as Bakugo limply sat back down in the middle of the couch and leaned his head back against the cushion with an acknowledged hum.

The others gave a nearly imperceptible nod to each other, signaling what they hoped were the final answers they needed to put this whole thing to rest for the remainder of the evening. “Kacchan… I know you’ve already told us a lot. And we appreciate you confiding in us about everything you went through… uh, but-”

“Just spit it out,” he demanded with a deadpan stare up at the ceiling.

Leaning forward, Kirishima got there first. “Did you go to Tartarus earlier?”

This got Bakugo’s attention as his head snapped up with a hard glare and an accusing tone. “Who the hell told you that?”

“So, you did go, then? Why? What did you find out there?” Frowning, Bakugo turned towards Todoroki who looked completely unphased by his animosity. They knew Bakugo well enough to not be intimidated by his obvious irritation.

Despite the catharsis of revealing the secret he'd kept close under lock and key, what he learned at Tartarus and the following spiral that sucked him down, down, down was another story. But running a marathon of emotional exhaustion for weeks on end with only mild breaks in between left him ripe for being pried open at the slightest push. "I told you where I was and what happened, so why the hell does it matter if I went to Tartarus?"

"Well," Midoriya started as he stared with those enthralling emerald eyes of his. "We're your friends and we want to make sure you're OK. I'm assuming you went to talk to the villain Black Hole, right? What could she tell you that you didn't already know?"

“Because I wanted answers!” Running his sweaty palms down his tired face, Bakugo growled low and deep from the depths of his throat. “Even if I’d never dealt with this before, I didn’t think it was fucking normal to feel like garbage for weeks after knowing someone for a damn month.” Yes, he was in love. Yes, he’d avoided healthy coping mechanisms like a stubborn fool. And yes, in his search for justification, he’d found far more than he bargained for. “That damn villain didn’t tell you the whole truth,” he muttered under his breath, sniffing at the air as if smelling the burning waft of smoke from his own kindling stake.

“The whole… Bakugo, what did you find out? And I mean, why would you even believe her, anyway? She was probably lying to-”

“She wasn’t fucking lying, Kirishima,” he spat with frustrated venom in the redhead’s direction. “Even before I said anything, she knew why I was there. Said she was expecting me like some creepy old grandma. She knew what only me and (y/n) knew until you idiots broke down my door.”

Watching Bakugo spiral looked both so incredibly foreign and disturbingly familiar to Midoriya. He was a man who gave his all to everything, just like him; they were alike in that way, foils to each other with their neverending drive to win and save. Midoriya had seen Bakugo scream and cry and bury his head between his knees when faced with his own mortal weakness. The trepidation in those wet crimson eyes - such a vulnerable, gut-twisting emotion rarely seen on Bakugo Katsuki - shook Midoriya to his core.

What truth did he yank from the sterile shadows of Tartarus?

“Tell us,” he pleaded. Cautiously, he raised a scarred hand and placed it on Bakugo’s warm shoulder in what he hoped was conveyed not as pity, but as comfort. We know you had to leave her, but we won’t leave you.

Bakugo didn’t shrink away. It took a moment, but he finally let his shoulders sag as his hands wound and tugged at his messy blonde hair. Midoriya knew well what it felt like to push those who cared away in a futile attempt at doing what he assumed was best, only to accept that acting alone made him weaker than if they put trust in each other to act together. It was Bakugo’s turn to accept the hand offered to him.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. "She has two quirks. Made me try and guess her second quirk like some cruel game. One is the teleportation quirk that you know about, so that part is true. She has no control over where people go, but…"

“But what? What’s her second quirk?” Midoriya glanced up over Bakugo’s shoulders at Todoroki whose eyes widened at the dual quirk revelation. As far as he knew, Todoroki was the only person who was born with two quirks. For this villain to possess two as well was rare, but obviously not unheard of.

“I’m gonna reiterate that what’s said between us stays between us, got it?” Bakugo looked pointedly at everyone to make sure they understood. “Don’t even know if you’ll fucking believe me..”

The chair Kirishima sat on squeaked as he readjusted himself and spoke earnestly. “You’ve told us some pretty wild stuff, but we haven't doubted you so far, right?” The other two nodded and hoped it would urge Bakugo to finish telling him what he’d learned so that he could finally rest with the knowledge that he didn’t have to bear the weight of it alone.

Closing his eyes, Bakugo ran a hand down his face before resting his arms limply across his knees once again. “Her second quirk, as fucked up as it sounds, saved my life. (y/n) saved my life. She claimed that her second quirk also activates on touch, but it’s somehow involuntary and just releases on its own; they just happened to activate at the same time. But…” Midoriya watched Bakugo shake his head as if trying to find the courage to spit out the words before he said “fuck it” and blurted it out in the open. “Her fucking quirk draws people to someone they could fall in love with, someone compatible. I called her bluff, because what kind of fucking quirk does that?!” he said as he spread his hands wide with a sad, disbelieving laugh. “But she mentioned the few others who came back alive and how she’d kept tabs on them. And when I got home after hearing all that shit? I looked up what I could and found articles about those survivors. I couldn’t disprove what that bitch said because I fucking lived it! I went there hoping for some excuse as to why the hell I’d been feeling so miserable, and I guess this is just my goddamn life now!”

Lifting his eyes slowly to the others, Midoriya sat there in stunned silence. So, it wasn’t just serendipity that pulled Bakugo to you? The villain’s other quirk caused it? If that was true, then…?

“Had that second quirk not activated at the same time, then you could’ve-”

“I could have and probably would have died,” he answered coldly with his head hung low. “She rubbed in my face that I could’ve drifted endlessly in space or who knows what else. I already went through that depressing mental spiral within the first few days there and I’m not eager to do it again.”

He wasn’t the only one. They had all worried themselves sick the entire time he was gone, unsure of where he was and what he was dealing with. Of course, they assumed that he was all alone with whatever hardship their coiled hypothesizing ran to, when in reality, he had been safe the entire time. Now that he was home, however, they had to deal with this new hurdle of helping him through this onslaught of emotional turmoil.

“And you know what?! That bitch made me second-guess whether or not what I felt then and feel now was even real! What if the love is just, just a fabricated part of the quirk? That’s what fucked me up the worst today!” His voice rose higher and higher, threatening to crack and split and shatter. “Before (y/n) and I agreed to just roll with it for however long we were together, I asked myself if my emotions were authentic. I wondered if we’d met under different circumstances, if she lived in this universe, if I’d feel the same…” Midoriya’s eyes widened as he watched a streaky tear roll down Bakugo’s cheek. “And before today, I was so sure I’d say ‘yes’.”

Level-headed Todoroki managed to keep asking logical questions while Kirishima sniffled and Midoriya tried to unjumble the cascade of words floating around in his head. “But she didn’t say the feelings were fake, right? And if yours weren’t real, then that would mean (y/n)’s weren’t real either.”

Someone else voicing the idea that the woman he loved was just a cruel shell of a person with fictitious feelings - not to mention her being none the wiser to any of this new knowledge - just seemed to sink Bakugo deeper into his visible anxiety as he slowly closed his eyes and hung his head in a way so uncharacteristic of someone normally so strong and resolute.

But Midoriya wasn’t about to let this go any further, not when they’d come so far.

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Midoriya pushed and tried to force Bakugo to look at him, but his face just contorted in ruddy frustration. “Let go, Deku-”

“Kacchan, listen to me.” His voice remained stern despite threatening to waver with the heavy weight of the topic at hand. “I know what love feels like. I know what it looks like, too. We’re different people who have different ways of showing we care about those around us, but from what I see? How you’ve been talking about her? Even though I’ve never met (y/n), I think what you felt, what you still feel, is real.”

Bakugo’s brows furrowed as he stared with glassy eyes at Midoriya. “But you don’t know-”

“I don’t. But I know this: you could’ve said ‘no’ when she told you how she felt. You could have left to be on your own. You could have done a lot of things, but you didn’t. And the Kacchan I know always goes after what he wants no matter how hard it seems or how much work it’ll take to reach that goal. The Kacchan I know would never let someone else - especially not a villain - define who he is or what he does. So…” A pregnant pause as the room stood still, everyone gripped with bated breath for what was slowly becoming an inspiring monologue. “I think the quirk brought you together and presented you with an opportunity. And you took it; you chose to stay.”

A sniffle echoed from across the room. “That was such a manly speech,” Kirishima mumbled through his tears as he wiped at his eyes. Even Todoroki agreed with a solemn nod. “But, yeah, man. I might not know all that much about love and stuff, but we’re Heroes, and that means we understand all about taking risks. And to me, this doesn’t seem much different. To you and (y/n), the benefits outweighed the risks, right? You know I’m all about no regrets, and even if it hurts, I don’t think you should regret it. You were happy, right? And it seems like she was, too. People can fake a lot of things, but feelings? Nah, man. If it wasn’t real, I think moving on and adjusting to life back at home would’ve been way easier. So… I dunno, I think it’s been hard because it’s authentic.”

Katsuki sat in silence and listened to his friends defy what he’d accepted as truth: that his autonomy had been stripped away without him even realizing it, and only when presented with the idea that what he’d seemingly chosen wasn’t actually a choice at all did he question what he felt so strongly. But they were right; he could have said “no” to you and kept things platonic, a fact you reiterated right after confessing.

If the bloom that sprouted over the course of his stay with you had turned out to be plastic and cloth rather than authentic and lively, grown and nurtured in soil and sun, then that would’ve meant whenever you looked at him, reached for his hand, or begged him to stay after a nightmare was all fabricated, too. And Bakugo Katsuki refused to accept something so beautiful as a mockery.

“God,” he mumbled while shaking his head in disbelief. “Can’t believe I’m friends with you idiots.” It was said with a choked out laugh as he cleared his throat and wiped at his face. “But maybe I’m the bigger idiot. I really let the fucking villain try and taint what I knew to be true.”

“As someone with two quirks, I know how hard it is to learn to control both of them equally.” The others looked up at Todoroki as he spoke while leaning against the arm of the couch. “Even though she no doubt has powerful quirks, for her to have that kind of influence over someone else in addition to everything else seems next to impossible. You’re way too stubborn to let anyone tell you what to do, anyway.”

For that, Bakugo lightly punched him in the arm and the heavy fog hanging in the room finally seemed to lift. At that moment, a knock sounded on the door, prompting Kirishima to hop up from his chair and stretch his hands towards the ceiling. “Perfect timing. I bet that’s the food.”

“Don’t eat my share like last time!” Bakugo called over his shoulder after standing up himself and walking back towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the scene in Kirishima’s living room looked as though they hadn’t just had an emotionally-taxing conversation about love, loss, and how to move forward from those obstacles.

Ravenous after an entire day with hardly anything to eat, Bakugo shoved rice and spicy tofu into his mouth straight from the takeout container while the others ate at a more reasonable pace.

“So,” Kirishima said with a mouthful of beef, “Can you uh, tell us more about (y/n)? Now that the heavy stuff is out of the way…”

The room fell quiet for a moment while everyone on the couch stared at him before Todoroki and Midoriya cautiously glanced at Bakugo sitting in the center seat. Was that a good-

“What do you wanna know?” Todoroki slurped up cold soba noodles while Midoriya picked at his rice. Well, they didn’t quite expect that reaction. “Why are you gawking? I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of saying we were dating; plus, as it turns out, talking about her rather than keeping it all secret is cathartic.”

“What a surprise: talking about how you feel is a good thing.”

“Shut it before I stab you with these chopsticks-”

“A-as you were saying!” Midoriya tried to break up the fake staring contest between Bakugo and Todoroki and eventually they settled back down. “You said she liked singing. What about other things? Like hobbies?”

After finishing off his takeout container and grabbing another one, Bakugo said, “Of course she has hobbies. She has video games which I played to kill time when I was bored. And she likes to read. Sped through like, two novels or something while I was there.”

While they ate, questions were asked and answers were given. With a bit of coaxing, Bakugo’s mood lifted and his smiles came more easily for the first time in weeks as he reminisced on fond memories. The good far outweighed the bad now that he had proper outside perspective on what all happened and how he handled things. No, he wasn’t perfect, but as with everything else, he tried his damndest to do the best he could with what he had.

“Holy shit I needed that,” he mumbled after setting down his third takeout container and leaning back into the couch. “Today’s been too damn long.”

“It probably felt way longer for you, but I’m glad you actually talked to us about this stuff.”

Bakukgo hummed at Kirishima’s words. “Yeah. Being a stubborn ass didn’t do me many favors this time. But now, all I wanna do is make sure my door is fixed and go to sleep.” The idea that he’d actually be able to feel rested without this pressing weight on his back sounded really fucking good.

“Ochaco probably wants me home soon, anyway,” Midoriya said. “Oh! But, before we go: Kacchan, you said you had photos, right?”

“That’s right! Man, this one last thing and then we’ll leave you alone.” Kirishima placed his hands together in mock prayer. “Can you show us what she looks like? Can’t leave us hanging after all of that.”

“You seriously aren’t satisfied after all that?” Nearly thirty seconds passed while his mouth twisted in deliberation before he decided that he wanted to show you off just a little bit. “Fine. But after that, you get nothing else for the rest of the day!”

“It’s almost 9 at-”

For that, Bakugo’s hand popped off in non-threatening sparks near Todoroki’s face. “Watch it, smartmouth!”

“NO MORE ARGUING LETS GO!” Suddenly on his feet, Midoriya marched stiffly past everyone towards Kirishima’s door. The redhead hopped up with an excited yelp before Todoroki and Bakugo followed behind him, their spat already forgotten.

After the elevator doors opened to let them onto Bakugo’s floor, he led the way to check out the fixed damage. “Not bad. Lucky for you, it looks good as new,” he said while sliding his key into the lock and pushing the door open. Kirishima and Midoriya shared a glance and nervous chuckle.

With shoes removed in the genkan, Bakugo eyed the floor for any leftover debris or splinters, but the workers seemed to clean up after themselves pretty well; sweeping and mopping was the last thing on his mind right now, anyway. He led them back down the hallway into his room before pointing for them to stop right inside the doorway like a trainer ordering around some curious and disobedient dogs.

Laid out across the top of his nightstand were several of the items from your bag, including the carefully-folded letter and photos. The purikura pictures were far too soft and personal for him to want others to see, so the single snapshot of the two of you yelling and smiling on the roller coaster would suffice just fine.

“Don’t bend it with your dirty fingers. It’s one of the only two I have,” he ordered while holding the photo out for them to see. Immediately, they pushed their heads together and leaned down to get a clear look at the woman who had captured their friend’s heart.

“Ooh, is that her on your right? She’s pretty!”

“No shit she’s pretty. You think my standards are low?”

“Considering the context, I’m pretty sure they’re actually insanely high…”

“She has a nice smile, Kacchan!”

“I want to ride a roller coaster…”

“Wait, you said one of two. What about the other picture?”

Bakugo stiffened and yanked the photo out from under their noses with a huff. “You don’t get to see those; they’re for me and me only.”

Todoroki scratched at his cheek, Midoriya stared with inquisitive eyes, and Kirishima, of course, grinned with his pointy shark teeth. “Aha, those types of pictures. Didn’t take you for an exhibitionist-”

“K-Kirishima-kun-!”

Face now a glowing pink, Bakugo yelled and promptly shoved them out of his room. “IT’S NOT THAT TYPE OF PICTURE YOU WEIRDO! TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Laughing all the way down the hallway and out the front door with his shoes in hand, Kirishima and the others watched Bakugo’s flustered face - an unusual sight to behold - while just barely grabbing their shoes.

“I’m sorry, it was just too easy to resist!”

“Do not bother me for the rest of the night. You got your damn answers, so let me fucking sleep!” With that, Bakugo slammed the door in their faces before opening it back up about five seconds later. “Thanks for kicking my ass into telling the truth. It did actually help. And remember to keep your mouths shut about this.” With one final glare, he closed the door for the last time and clicked closed the locks on the other side.

Todoroki, Kirishima, and Midoriya all slid on their shoes in silence before walking down the apartment hallway. As the elevator door closed with a ding, all three Heroes stood and stared at the shiny chrome walls with even, blank expressions.

“So, we all agree we gotta do something about this, right?”

“Of course, Kirishima-kun. I figured it went without saying.”

Todoroki nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.”

Now the only question that remained was… how in the world were they going to try and get the two of you back together?

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Thanks as always for reading!!! hopefully this provided some much needed comedy relief and respite from all the angst that's been happening. he FINALLY told his friends about y/n and, surprise surprise, he feels better with it all out in the open and can start coping and dealing with his emotions in a healthier way.

but hmm i wonder what the three heroes will come up with in order to help their friend out...? 🤔

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