#bakugou katsuki long fic

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hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”

#first multi chara fic lets gooooo!!! #and its a pretty long read so SIDDOWN. #i had alot of fun writing this tho def would do it again #i personally hc shoto as a dogshit cook but to each their own 🤞🏽 #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #shoto drabble #shoto fluff #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #shouto x you #shouto x y/n

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working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭

#wip #wasabi doodles #neon glory #i have … feelings #about how i drew Eijirou #i’ve thought about his design for a long time #and now that he’s here … oof 😮‍💨 #the Shindo design came out of left field tho 😵‍💫 #and oooh no Katsuki just happens to be right in the middle /: #anywaaay! working up inspiration to finish the next chapter 💪 #krbk #Kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #shindo yo #shindobaku #if you squint #bnha #krbk fic #wasabi writes #getting over my fear of the pen tool #inking is probably my fave part of the process rn

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Five Times Bakugo Katsuki Fell in Love with You

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 7.2k

summary: He doesn’t really know when it first happened, the longing looks in your direction, holding doors open for you, or making sure he attended your shared groups movie nights when he knew you would be there, but he does remember the first day violent butterflies swarmed his gut and attacked him from the inside.

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, talk about anxiety, hospitalization, emotional vulnerability, so much fluff it’s sickening.

The First Time

During the first semester of their second year at UA, Mr.Aizawa had begun instructing more hand-to-hand combat training exercises. It started with demonstrations from the pros and some lessons, and then finally the real deal, to put their learning into practice. 

Aizawa had put together partner rotations, first starting out with people around the same weight class or height, but as the lessons went on the partners became mismatched so the class could learn how to fight someone smaller and more nimble than them or taller with a longer arm reach.

Today, Bakugo was paired up with Mineta, the small fry of the class. Although he always was very serious and dedicated to hands-on hero training, he couldn’t help but take it easy for the day considering he was way out of his competition's caliber.

And he guesses this also caused him to be more distracted than usual as well, considering he usually never lost focus, but today must be an exception when he can’t keep his eyes away from you and your training partner Kirishima. He turns in your direction as soon as he hears you raise your voice at the red head.

“What the hell are you doing Kirishima?” You ask with your hands on your hips staring at Kirishima, who is sitting on the mat in front of you.

“What do you mean y/n? I’m not doing anything?” He asks.

“Why are you going so easy on me, huh?” You shout, lifting him by the collar of his gym uniform. It’s like watching a bad car crash and not being able to look away. By this time the whole class and Mr.Aizawa had stopped what they were doing to get an understanding of what was going down.

“I swear I'm not man!” Kirishima explains, he looks mildly scared even though he’s a few inches taller and his biceps are probably double the size of your own, “You just got the jump on me.”

“Bullshit Kirishima, hand-to-hand combat is basically your specialty considering your quirk is better in close range.” You let him go with a small push, Bakugo swears he can see steam coming out from your ears, “I saw you beat Midoriya multiple times the other day, and I didn’t win against him once last week, so stop going easy on me, it’s not doing either of us any good.”

He would laugh if he couldn’t see how fucking serious you were, calling out one of your closest friends on his bullshit in front of everyone, even though he’s the nicest person in the class. He’s impressed, although he would never admit that.

“She’s right, Kirishima.” Mr.Aizawa cuts in, “This training is supposed to help everyone improve, so fight her like you would a real opponent. Now everyone get back to work!”

That’s what gets Bakugo to finally snap out of his daze from you and back to sparring.

The Second Time

The class was sent away to different locations to complete the practical part of their midterm for their second year. The goal of the exercise is to retrieve the dummy “civilian” from the pro hero who is acting as the “villain”. Class 2A has been split up into several teams, which is why Bakugo just can’t seem to wrap his head around how he is stuck with the Dunce Face who never fails to irritate him, the Icy-Hot bastard that is constantly getting on his nerves with everything he does and then there's…you, the only one apart of this shitty team he can kind of tolerate.

The “villain” his shitty group was up against is a holder of an animation quirk, who can bring inanimate objects to life. It’s already been proven to be a real pain in the ass considering every bush, rock and flower has been coming at them from every angle.

It’s around 1am and everyone is cold and exhausted, so the group decided to set up camp for the night. Himself, you and Todoroki were resting while Denki was meant to stay on watch, but he abandoned his post in favor of peeing somewhere deeper into the woods, which is when the villain decided to animate nearly every tree surrounding their camp site.

Bakugo woke up to the sounds of rustling and a violent scream from your mouth. The three of you start fighting back. How did nobody notice the trees were being animated? And where the hell is Dunce Face? 

He’s probably taken down about a fourth of them himself by the time he hears Sparky running back behind him.

“What the hell happened?” Denki screams, as he joins in on the fight.

“You weren’t doing your damn job Sparky, that’s what happened!” He berated him. Just before Bakugo was going to take down the next one, he noticed your quirk getting weaker, and you were taking longer to defeat the enemy than you should.

“Take this last one!” Bakugo commanded, in order to make this way over to you. 

“On it!” Denki said from a distance.

Bakugo quickly jumped in front of you and took down the last tree, Denki and Todoroki finished off their own as well.

“That one was mine, asshole.” You say, sounding winded. 

“Yeah, well it looks like ya needed the help.” He responds, and that’s when he finally gets a better look at your injury. 

The sight is absolutely gruesome, there’s a nasty gash in the middle of your thigh that’s definitely going to need stitches and recovery girls help, the blood is dripping down the span of your whole leg and onto the grass.

“Oh my god…” He says, not able to take his eyes off of it. You end up following his line of sight and look down. Your eyes widen when you finally see it.

“Oh shit.” You say, lowering yourself to the ground. He can see tears start to prick your eyes as Todoroki and Denki make their way over to you.

“Everything okay?” Todoroki asks, squatting down next to you, “That doesn’t look good.”

“Yeah, no shit moron!” Bakugo points out.

“Oh my god I can’t look!” Denki says, putting his hands over his mouth, “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Do it somewhere else.” Todoroki says, seemingly disgusted.

“You guys are the absolute worst!” Bakugo says in an aggravated tone, “This is all on you Sparky!”

“Everyone shut up!” You yell, Bakugo can see you trying to work something out in your head, a moment later you finally voice what you’ve come up with, “Denki get me your water bottle and-fuck, Bakugo, I need you to put pressure above the wound, lots of it and Todoroki rip off both of your sleeves.”

Bakugo thinks you seem pretty calm for someone that could potentially bleed out at any moment, given that a major artery could have been hit. He determines it is probably a mix of shock and the adrenaline from the fight.

He lowers himself to the ground and puts both hands above your upper thigh, using lots of pressure like you said to do.

“Fuck, we need to call off the mission and get you to a doctor y/n.” He says, his voice wavering, as Todoroki hands over the torn off sleeves and the water Denki retrieved, who is now standing a few feet away.

“Absolutely not, we are gonna carry on with the mission and pass this final.” You say sternly, grabbing the mask right off of Bakugos head and ripping it. You push his hands off of you and tie the mask tightly around where his hands once were.

“Don’t be so stubborn, we can’t-“ He begins.

“Well fucking deal with it!” You say as you begin pouring water on one of the sleeves, “I’m not going anywhere until we pass, I’ll be fine. Now I need you to clean this thing.”

He gives you a hard look and then does what you say. He pats the wound and tries to clean it out as much as he can. You hiss out in pain and fist the grass underneath your palms, he hears Denki gagging in the back.

“Okay-okay that’s good.” You say, he pulls the cloth away and watches you tie the dry sleeve around the wound, he supposed you must have learned more in that Health and Safety class than he did. 

“Well, what now?” Todoroki asks, awaiting your response.

“We go get that dummy, get the hell out of here and pass the exam.” You state with conviction, he can’t tell if you're trying to trick yourself into believing it, or if you are fully confident. You reach your hand out to Bakugos own, “Now help me up.” 

Bakugo grabs onto the hand you are holding up and swings your arm around his shoulder, trying to relieve you of some of the weight you would normally be using on that leg. The group starts heading to the location where the dummy is supposedly located. Denki and Todoroki are a few feet in front of the two of you, but he can make out the faint sound of their whispers and catches them glancing back a few times.

“Thanks.” You sigh, you sound tired and worn out and he thinks you look slightly pale, but he knows if he even attempts to call off the mission you would probably try strangling him to death.

“You did good.” He says, thoughts slipping out, “You stayed really calm in a high stress situation. It’s…impressive.” There’s a pause filled by only your silence, he’s worried he caught you off guard with such a direct compliment, considering he’s probably never given you one before.

“Yeah, well if I wasn’t going to help myself, who would?” You ask.

“Me, it obviously wouldn’t be either of those two idiots.” He doesn't think the two of you have ever talked this much without other people being involved. He guesses you’re just trying to keep your mind off of your injury, he reasons talking with you in favor of passing this exam.

“You got some of the worst scores in our medical training class because you claimed it wouldn’t be useful to you.” You chuckle, giving him a look, unfortunately for him, he looks back.

You’ve got a small smile gracing your lips, even though you’re probably in an immense amount of pain. But what he really can’t wrap his head around is the fact that you’re smiling at him. Why does he even care?

“Yeah well maybe I’ll brush up on it.” He says, his ears are burning, and his heart is beating faster than it probably should be, considering the fight ended over twenty minutes ago.

The Third Time:

When Mina asked him before dinner if he wanted to watch a movie tonight with their shared friend group, he wasn’t all that interested. He would much rather get to bed at a decent time, wake up early tomorrow and use their one day off to study for Monday's Hero History exam.

“No, I'm not watching another shitty movie.” He says, grabbing his plate of food and sitting down at the common room table, right across from you, a recent development in the class's seating arrangements.

“Oh, come on! They aren’t that bad.” She says, taking a seat next to you, “y/n, movie night, are you down?”

“Yeah of course!” You say, seemingly excited to spend the night with your friends, “As long as Sero doesn’t choose it this time. Are you gonna join us Bakugo?”

He pauses, he can’t remember a time where you directly invited him to something before. He thinks you look sincere, and your question makes it seem like you actually want him to be there. Why does he care if you want him there or not?

“Fine, whatever.” He begrudgingly agrees and continues eating his meal.

“Okay cool.” You say, he notices the smile on your face when you speak.

Meanwhile, Mina's jaw is on the floor when she stares between the two of you, but eventually it turns into a sly smirk.

About an hour after dinner everyone meets in the common room for movie night, he notices that most of the class is there, taking up nearly all the space on the couches, besides the one to the far right where Sero, Mina and Kirishima are sitting. Bakugo sits on the edge closest to the tv, leaving space between him and Mina.

He looks around the room. On the couch across from him is Denki, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ojiro and Shoji and on the center couch across the tv is Todoroki, Asui, Uraraka and Deku with an empty space next to him. He notices that you aren’t anywhere in the common room like you were supposed to be.

Almost as soon as Sero starts the movie, he sees you getting out of the elevator with Shinsou, the pair of you are laughing. He sees you’re wearing pajamas, frilly little shorts and a sweatshirt, he thinks it's kind of cute.

The two of you make your way into the common area, still talking and giggling, he doesn’t like it and he is unable to pinpoint why. Shinsou splits off and sits next to Deku and you slot yourself into the seat next to your best friend and him.

“Anything happened yet?” You ask, not really to anyone in particular, but he takes it upon himself to answer.

“No, just started.” He says, watching you grab a blanket from a nearby basket, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get ready for bed so I don’t have to after the movie.” You say. He just grunts in response and brings his attention to the screen. 

Once you get situated in your seat, he realizes just how crammed the small couch is, your legs are brushing against each other and he swears he can feel your breath, causing bumps to arise on his skin.

About halfway through the movie, which consists of sharks coming out of a tornado-seriously, who lets Sero pick the movie every time?-, he feels your body weight shifting on the couch to get comfortable, and your knee ends up hitting the top of his thigh.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologize to him in a whisper, he feels you trying to move away, but are unable to since Mina is right up against you.

“It’s alright.” He says, turning from the tv and looking at you instead, “Don’t mind.” He can see you start to get red in the face.

“Oh…” Is all you manage to let out in response, he gives you a hard look, your face exudes embarrassment, seeing as you are looking everywhere but his direction. He finds it within himself to turn his attention back to the movie, he wishes he could have seen the adorable expression on your face just a little bit longer.

With just a few minutes left of this god-awful movie, he feels your head hit his shoulder, he goes as stiff as a board and his stomach drops at the foreign feeling. He turns his head and see’s you knocked out by tiredness and unfortunately for him, he can also see Mina and Kirishima giggling, he mouths “shut up” to them.

When the movie credits finally start to roll, everyone begins making their way up to their respective rooms. Denki gives him a thumbs up as he walks away, making Bakugo unironically slap his forehead, not knowing what to do about you sleeping on him. 

After the common room is completely cleared out and he looks at the clock and sees how late it is, he finally builds up the courage to wake you up. He pokes you in the forehead to start. All you do is stir a little in your sleep but nestle into him further and get more comfortable. 

“Oh my god.” He says under his breath, “Time to get up.” He shakes his shoulder to move your head and then he tries nudging your own, but still no luck. He realizes you sleep like a fucking rock, and he is probably just going to have to carry you to your bed. He scoops you up in his arms and gets into the elevator. He arrives on the fourth floor where the both of you reside and if he remembers correctly, you are the last room on the girl’s side of the hallway.

He opens the door to your room, and it looks a lot different than what he would have expected. A lamp emits a soft light on the nightstand next to your unmade bed, which has gray sheets and a green blanket, an abundance of live plants sitting on the windowsill, your school books are piled up on your desk and a hanging black punching bag in the corner across from your closet, clothes and other items are hazardously thrown across the span of your floor. He’s surprised at how messy it is, considering how organized your thoughts and ideas are projected.

As soon as he lays you carefully down on your bed you stir awake. Of course, that’s the one thing that will wake you up.

“Bakugo?” You ask and look at your surroundings, “What are you doing in my room?”

“You fell asleep downstairs and nothing I did seemed to wake you, so I carried you.” He says, standing awkwardly at the side of your bed as you sit up and rub your eyes.

“Oh, well thanks.” You say, he takes a look at you, and he thinks you look kind of cute when you're all sleepy, and that's when he sees the long and jagged scar on your leg that was left on you as a result of last semester's final exam. When you finally open your eyes again, you catch him staring it at.

“Yeah, I know, it’s really ugly.” You state, with a pout on your face, you rub your thumb against it, like you're trying to erase the scar.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says with a confused look on his face when he sees tears form a glassy sheen over your eyes, “Didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s fine.” You say in a tone colder than he has ever heard you use. He can’t wrap his head around on why you’re so upset about the once damaged skin that is now healing on you. Had he done something else to offend you? Did his staring make you insecure about your skin? He racks his brain, trying to come up with something, anything, that could possibly help make you feel better.

“It’s just skin.” He tells you how it is, he doesn't know why he felt the need and desire to say something, “All scars are just skin.” He finally looks at your face and you look like he just rewrote the stars for you, with just a few short words. You look back down at your leg, seemingly in a different light.

“Yeah, just skin.” You repeat him.

“Right. Goodnight y/n.” He says, before going to exit your room. He closes the door behind him and lets out a deep breath. He touches his pulse, its fucking racing, his skin feels like its buzzing.

The Fourth Time:

The third year at UA for the hero course students consists more of hands-on experience through their work studies, rather than being in the classroom. Because of this it’s rare for the class to be there all together, when everyone is out doing their own things for their respective agencies.

Today, Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki were called into Endeavours agency for a meeting on an upcoming mission. The first person Bakugo notices when he walks into the conference room is you, to his surprise, seated next to Miriko, who you do your work study with. After him, Deku and Todoroki walk in and the door closes behind him, you take a glance over your shoulder and your eyes meet his own. You give him a smile and a short wave.

His face feels hot, and his neck is sweating, he pulls at the constricting collar of his school uniform, in an attempt to keep it from sticking to him. How is it that even the smallest of friendly gestures you make towards him has him feeling this pathetic?

He sees Deku pulling out the chair next to you to sit down, but before he can, Todoroki grabs him by the shoulders and moves him to the next seat over, causing Bakugo to sit next to you. He thinks the act is strange, but Icy-Hot is one of the strangest people he has ever met, so it adds up.

When Bakugo sits down next to you, he can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye, he fidgets with his thumbs under the table, he blames it on nerves for the upcoming mission and not the attention you have on him.

The plans for tomorrow's mission are all drawn out and prepared to be executed. The Pro’s take their leave in a hurry due to their busy schedules and Deku and Todoroki booked it out of there suspiciously fast as well. He stands up from his seat and notices that you are also.

“I was surprised when Miriko told me we were meeting at Endeavors Agency today,” You say to him, “I never thought we would be paired up for a mission together.”

“It’s weird they have such an uneven ratio of pros to students, makes me think this is going to be an easy one.” He responds. He reaches the door handle and before he can even think about it, he holds it open for you to go through first. He mentally slaps his forehead, for such an obvious gesture by his standards.

“Yeah, I really hope so.” You say with a smile on your face.

The next day rolls around, and the mission is finally a-go. Bakugo and you have been stationed on the roof of another building to stake out the old manufacturing warehouse where there have been reports of illegal drug and weapon distribution. 

They haven't been given any details on how many villains there are or what kind of quirks they have, so the mission needs to be treated with caution, hence the stake out, that has been going on for nearly two hours to see when the van's leave. That time mainly consisted of small talk between the two of you and building a strategy.

The first sign of movement is the back door opening up, three people with cargo loading up three different vans. He eyes you touching your earpiece.

“Miriko, they are loading up the vans with the contraband, what's the move? Do we stop them from taking off?” You ask for command.

“Negative, let them get far enough away where they can’t receive backup, but not too far where they will reach a heavily populated area.” She responds, her voice is a little staticky, but just clear enough to make out.

The pair of you turn towards one another and give each other a nod. Once the vans depart the two of you are off, jumping from building to building, to keep up with them, Bakugo takes a second to look back and sees the other teams heading into the building.

“I’ll get the one in front and you take the last one, ready!” He pauses, “Now!”

The both of you land on two separate vans, Bakugo kicks the front windshield open and throws the villain out the car door, he grabs onto the wheel, slams on the brakes and puts it in park, causing the vehicle to come to an abrupt halt. He gets out, pins the villain to the ground and restrains him with quirk prohibiting handcuffs. 

He turns around and sees the van you were assigned to has been flipped over onto its side, and you are fighting the villain that was in the middle van, you’re putting up a good fight, but that doesn't discourage him from running over to assist you. The two of you start tag-teaming him, but its nearly fucking impossible to get a good hit because his body keeps disappearing and reappearing right before his eyes.

He hears the sound of metal being split in half behind the two of you, so he takes a look in the direction he hears it coming from. He sees a villain holding some type of hand-held machine pointed directly at you. The villain presses a button and all of a sudden, his feet are taking him in your direction, and he ends up on the other side of an extremely powerful blast of air. 

It has him skidding down the road a few meters, throwing his body against the concrete. His ears are ringing, and his vision is blurry, he feels like he can’t breathe. He can just barely make out the sound of your voice and your blurry figure taking down and detaining the other two villains. And then you're rushing over to him. You fall on the ground, press on your earpiece and scream to whoever may be listening on the other end of it, it sounds like he’s under water. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bakugo.” You put his head on your lap, you brush back his hair with one hand and put the other on the left side of his chest. You start crying, tears fall onto his skin, he feels your hands shaking, “You shouldn’t have done that for me, what-what were you thinking?”

He tries sitting up to get a better look at you, but his chest and ribs ache so bad he’s unable to, he hisses in pain and gives up. Instead, he says your name and covers the hand that’s on his chest with his own.

“It’s like holding a door open for ya, didn’t even have to give it a thought.” He says, and before you can even process his words or give him some words in return, exhaustion finally takes over him and everything fades out.

The next thing he knows, he’s stirring awake to an irritating beeping sound in the most uncomfortable bed he has ever had the displeasure of laying on. The air smells sterile and that’s how he concludes the beeping is probably coming from a heart monitor and he is currently laying in a hospital bed. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is Icy-Hot, who is standing at the foot of his bed and squinting at him.

“Guys he’s awake.” Todoroki alerts the others in the room. Bakugo tries finding his voice, but his throat is too dry and they won’t come out.

“Oh good!” Midoriya says, sitting up from the chair against the wall, “How are you feeling Kacchan?”

He points to the water bottle on the bedside table, Deku hands it to him, he takes a large sip, then two, then three and next thing he knows the whole thing is gone.

“M’fine, how did the rest of the mission play out?” He asks, more concerned for the villain's arrest than his own physical being.

“It went well, we arrested the villains inside of the warehouse and thanks to you and y/n, a good portion of the drugs and weapons never got distributed!” Midoriya chimes, and that's when he sees you over Todoroki’s left shoulder, looking out the window. Your eyes are a little red and your face is puffy, he wonders how long you had been crying for.

“Hey Midoriya, you and I should probably go find the doctor.” Todoroki says.

“Oh okay sure.” Deku responds. They make their exit out of the room and the door closes behind them. Bakugo sits up on the bed and leans against the frame. You still haven’t looked or said anything to him, which is weird because anytime one of your classmates gets injured you always rush to their aid and attempt to comfort them.

“Well, it seems like the mission went accordingly.” His pathetic attempt at making some kind of small talk with a little more substance. All you do is scoff at his words. “The mission is over, we won, what’s wrong with ya?” “Really, what’s wrong with me? The hell is your problem, Bakugo?” You ask, that’s all it takes for you to finally look his way, even though you are kind of half-yelling at him, that's all he really wanted.

“I am just fine y/n, you're the one that’s sulking right now.” He fights back because he thinks it’s what you need right now. The only way most people can get you to reveal your true feelings is by getting you fired up.

“I’m not sulking!” You move to the side of his bed and start talking with your hands like you always do when you’re passionate about something, “You’re the one that nearly got themself killed out in the field today.”

“What, so you're mad I took a hit? So, what, it happens all the time, get over it.” He says with a roll of his eyes.

“No-no, that's not, that's not what I’m talking about Bakugo.” You say, awaiting a response from him. All he does is shrug his shoulders, when you realize you aren't getting a proper response you continue, “You-you took the hit for me, why would you put yourself in danger like that?” He sees your eyes start to water, but no tears fall. They sit there at the brim of your waterline ready to release everything pent up inside. He supposes his heart sort of feels the same way. Ready to unleash every emotion that has been stored up inside for so long, yet there is still something holding it back. Maybe he’s embarrassed or thinks it’s unnecessary, which is probably how you are feeling about releasing your tears at this moment.

“Cause I didn’t want you to get hurt, dumbass. You wouldn’t have been able to brace for the impact, but I was because I knew it was gonna happen, it would have hurt you worse than me.” He says, but what he really means is that it was because he cares more about your comfort and safety than his own. He sees you mulling over his words, processing everyone individually and trying to interpret exactly what he means.

“Fine, I can accept that. I have a question for you though, what did you mean when you said-” You are abruptly cut off to the sound of the door opening. The doctor, Deku and Icy-Hot walk in, much to Bakugos displeasure.

“Glad to see you are up Bakugo!” The doctor says, flipping through his papers attached to the clipboard he’s holding, “Your parents are on their way, but before they get here, I want to run some additional testing. You three should probably head back to UA, Bakugo is likely to return by tomorrow morning if all is well.”

The doctor ushers the three of you to the door, he watches you cross the room and get ready to close the door behind you, but before you do, you give him a small smile, the tears at your waterline are gone.

The Fifth Time:

As a last hurrah before the school year comes to an end, class 3-A decided to go on a camping trip for a three-day getaway. The class started by loading all their supplies off the charter bus and completed their three-mile hike to the camping ground they rented out. Everyone stayed busy until the early afternoon setting up their tents, getting logs for the fire pit, finding the bathhouse and scoping out the nearby lake.

When everyone was just about to get settled in, Mr.Aizawa reminded everyone that UA was only able to grant this excursion because he promised the class would be doing some endurance training while they were there. So, the class was ordered to go on a run on one of the trails. Little did they know it was by far the longest one there and it took them until the sun was about to start setting to complete. 

“Good job everyone, now head to the showers you all reek,” Mr.Aizawa says, covering his nose slightly, “Once you're all done everyone will help with dinner preparations.” 

Once the class is dismissed and everyone takes turns cleaning up, Iida takes it upon himself to assign everyone jobs, so the preparations go smoothly.

“Shoji, Koda and Tokoyami you will be in charge of setting the tables, Sato, Tsu, Kirishima and Bakugo are on grilling duty and y/n, Hagakure, Todoroki and I will be doing food preparation!” Iida announces, Bakugo eyes Todoroki and him talking with one another, “Actually I'll have Todoroki and Bakugo switch places, in the name of efficiency! Everyone else is in charge of setting up the campfire.” Bakugo walks over to his assigned station and sees you and Hagakure unloading the groceries onto the pop-up table, he slots himself in the space to the left of you and takes an extra bag from your hands. He pulls out a few eggplants, zucchini and shishito peppers.

“Well, what do we start with?” He asks, not really to anyone in particular.

“I was thinking that Hagakure could rinse off the vegetables while I scrub them and then you can chop and then you hand them to Iida so he can season them.” You say.

“That sounds like a very efficient plan y/n.” Iida praises you; Bakugo can’t tell if you're blushing at Glasses, or if it's just the sun, he’s hoping it's the latter.

When the four of you begin, Hagakure, you and Iida begin easy conversation, he finds himself unable to partake in most of it because every time you pass him another vegetable your fingertips brush is own. It has his brain short-circuiting and he’s unable to comprehend what exactly is being talked about, which is proven to be problematic when you ask him a question that he doesn’t know the context to.

“Bakugo, are you gonna join?” You ask him, he can tell you’re looking at him, waiting for an answer, but he just keeps his focus on chopping.

“Join what?” He responds.

“We're all gonna hang out by the lake tomorrow!” Hagakure says excitedly, “Were you seriously not listening that whole time?” 

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be there.” He responds.

“Good, I'm glad.” He hears you say almost in a whisper. He pauses his movements and takes a look at you, your face is beat red, and he thinks your hands look a little shaky, but then he realizes his are too and he tightens his grip on the knife. 

Once dinner is done and the sun has fallen, everyone gathers around the campfire to roast marshmallows and hang out. By this point there’s multiple conversations happening and it’s all a little difficult to keep track of, besides the one he sees you and Shinsou having.

You’re leaning closer to him in your seat and then Shinsou says something you find particularly funny, it has your shoulders jolting, eyes watering and a big smile on your face. He hates it. Not because you are smiling, but the fact that it’s because of someone else and not him that he finds an issue with it. He needs it to stop, or he might go crazy, so he walks over to your seat.

“Come get more firewood with me.” Is all he says before he’s walking away, he hears you following behind him almost immediately, “You and Shinsou seem awfully close.”

“Uh yeah I guess so?” You sound estranged, “I mean we are friends.”

 All he does is grunt in response as he begins cutting some firewood. He can feel the jealousy radiating off himself, he hopes you can’t. When he hands you a piece of wood you speak up again.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well then why did you ask?”

“Why are you reading so far into this, huh?” He fights back, “I don’t care if you two are together, it was just a statement. Now get over it.”

He sees your entire demeanor has changed. Your shoulders have slumped, your face has fallen, and you have turned away from him. You look like he’s just killed your dog. He goes back to cutting firewood and once you have gathered all you can carry, you storm off, back to the fire pit he supposes. When he gets there a few minutes after you, he sees you aren’t there, and neither is Mina.

“Bakugo, what happened?” Todoroki asks him.

“Nothin’ happened; the hell are you talkin’ about.” He says back, with a little bite to his words. 

“She came back without you, so Mina asked where you were, and y/n just walked away. She looked pretty upset.” Todoroki responds. Bakugo’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach, did his words really affect you this much?

“Like I care.” His words betray his heart, “I’m going to bed.”

He unzips the tent and crawls into his sleeping bag. Unfortunately for him it’s a restless night, filled with tossing and turning, and feeling regretful for his heart fleeing so far.

The next afternoon, the entire class spends the day hanging out by the lake. Some of the class is playing beach volleyball, a few people are swimming, some others are tanning on the sand and then there's you, making a point of talking to every guy in the class besides him. 

He pretends not to notice the way you laugh at nearly everything Denki says to you, he ignores the fact that you asked Ojiro to help you get some more towels for the rest of the class, he tries to forget the hug you gave Sero after he scored the winning point in the volleyball match.

However, the one thing he cannot get over is that he knows you are doing all of this because of him, it’s his own fault, he thinks the torture is deserving. But what he doesn’t deserve is that you look so good hurting him. The sun brings out the color in your cheeks, the bikini top and shorts you are wearing compliments your skin and you look happy, being around everyone other than him. 

The rest of the day is spent in agony, and it follows him even when his head hits the pillow. He can't stop thinking, his thoughts are running rampant. So, he sneaks out of the tent, trying not to wake up Kirishima and walks over to the dock. He sits down and takes a deep breath. He looks at where the darkness of the sky and the lake meet. It isn’t hard to see because of the soft glow the moon is casting overhead.

He is left there, sitting with his thoughts, trying to find some sort of solace when he hears the creaking wooden floorboards behind him. He probably woke Kirishima in the process of leaving, and he knows the red head is too good of a friend to not go searching for him.

“Hey.” He hears, but it’s coming from a voice much to feminine to be Kirishimas, he sees you lowering yourself to sit next to him, your feet are dangling above the water, and you lean back on the palms of your hands, “What are you doing out here?” “Nothin’.” He sighs, he doesn’t have the heart to say why. All you do is hum in response and look out at the lake with him. Just for a second there’s a comforting silence between the two of you, but it is soon disrupted when his chest starts feeling tight and violent butterflies swarm his gut. 

His heart rate is picking up and he’s starting to sweat, but he knows the sun isn’t to blame this time. It's you. The only one capable of making him feel like this. It’s intense and anxiety inducing, and he can’t imagine there will ever be a day where this goes away. He needs to get rid of it, so he thinks a swift confession and quick rejection will be the remedy.

“y/n.” He starts with your name, easy and familiar, the sound draws your eyes to his own, “I’m gonna tell you something and-and it’s okay if you don’t say what I want to hear or if you have nothing to say at all.” 

Your eyes go wide, and he gives you a hard look, he lets out a deep breath and finally unravels is heart like he has been wanting to do for so long now

“I don’t know how or when it started, but every time I see you, I want to see you more. I like seeing you smile, but I really like it when it’s because of me. Your determined, smart and so fucking pretty that even a complete idiot could see it.” He lets out a deep breath and his eyes are covered with a glassy sheen, all you do is look at him, “And I know you don’t feel the same, but I needed to say it so you can put an end to this feeling that I have every time I'm around you.”

“Bakugo…” You say his name and the corners of your lips are turning up, “You actually feel that way about me? This isn’t a joke?”

“Why the hell would I joke about this?” He scoffs, turning away from you and back towards the lake.

“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe it's because I feel the same way and always thought it was unrequited.” You say, and that gets him to look at you again, he’s really hoping this isn’t some sick joke, “I think you're really nice. You always hold the door open for me, you took a hit for me on our mission, and you-you once told me something I really needed to hear, and it changed my perspective on so many things. You make me feel valued.”

He thinks of those examples, he remembers all of them so clearly. He never had to think about doing anything for you, it’s automatic, he likes making you happy. So, when he grabs your face with his hands and brings the pair of your lips together, he also hopes this makes you happy. 

Your lips are soft and plush, unmoving. He is testing out the waters between both of your feelings now, trying to mend them together with one simple act. He pulls away. Your face is still being held in his hands, and yours are on his wrists. He looks at your expression and you are fully smiling, all because of him, his heart swells in his chest.

The feeling he now describes as butterflies in his gut never ceases, but he learns to like it because he is with you, and he now knows you feel like that when you are with him as well. 

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a/n: I am so sorry for the delay on getting this fic released, I expected it to be a lot shorter and I got so busy I just couldn’t find the time for it. However, I hope you enjoyed this read ! 

sidenote: I also head cannon this to be an alternate universe to my fic Only Ones Who Know.

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[vampyrsm]

'The Forbidden Flame.' Masterlist Prince Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Synopsis: In a world where royalty are born and bred to sit upon a throne built by their ancestor's aeons ago, there is a prince who is destined to sit upon the throne but there is worry amongst those of the high council. Will this Prince ever be able to shake the shackles of his ancestorial rage and become a just and rightful King? Or will he simply be another spindle in the wheel that continues to crush those of lesser importance?

Warnings: Similiar setting to House of the Dragon (the era, how royalty works) but not entirely, dragons, eventual smut, deceit, violence, blood, all characters are over the ages of 18, mentions of different religions, misogynistic themes, character deaths. No beta readers, we die like kings. (Will update individual chapters with warnings also.) MDNI.

The Glossary

Chapter I: ['The Barbarous Prince'] [28/08/22] [5086 wc.]

Chapter II: ['The Summer Solstice'] [31/08/22] [6829 wc.]

Chapter III: ['Seeking Respite'] [04/09/22] [8181 wc.]

Chapter IV: ['Dance of the Dragon'] [10/09/22] [7677 wc.]

Chapter V: ['The Crimson King'] [15/09/22] [7469 wc.]

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[lizhrs]

saw this picture and thought of escaped convict izuku on the run with raging psychopath/villian dynamight who decide to pay you a visit annnnd yeah (wc:2.6k)

It was supposed to be a nice evening all to yourself.

You were finally on break from the seemingly countless load of work and projects school has been throwing your way. You didn't think twice about taking time off from work and driving to your little cabin two towns out once the semester ended.

The first few days were fine. Everything you could've asked for. No call ins from work, deadlines from uni or hounding from your mother. It was just blissful peace.

But then a knock came at your door. You were reluctant to open it, especially since you're pretty sure no one knew you were here. Except for your mother but she lives thousands of miles away, she's never been the one to visit. It's always you who has to go to her. Your instincts tell you not to open it.

It's the beginning of a freaking horror movie for crying out loud.

Girl alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Check.

Girl has no contact with the outside world because of some absurd challenge of not checking social media for a solid two weeks. Check.

Girl has zero fighting abilities or survival instincts. Check.

Maybe the survival instincts part isn't all too correct because you stay put on your sofa, staring at the hardwood door from your position in the small cabin. Who could it be?

 You check the time, it's nine.

Maybe a person's car broke down nearby. But even then, you refuse to—another knock has you jumping. That's when you hear the whispers.

"I thought you said she'd be here, fucking nerd."

"She is." A calm voice responds.

You freeze. You know that voice. You haven't heard it in years but you definitely know it. You slowly stand up, walking to the door to get a clearer listening. "Did she leave? I swear to—"

"If you would stop talking, you would see all the lights are on. Clearly there's someone here."

A frustrated sigh then another series of pounding on the door. You can't help it, a small scream escapes your lips at the sudden noise. Then silence. They obviously heard you.

Yeah...definitely no survival instincts.

"Y/N?" A voice asks. It's definitely him. Definitely Izuku. But he sounds different. More hardened, confident...a stark contrast to the stuttering boy you were friends with five years ago. "It's me, Izuku. Open the door."

Open the door?

Why would you open the door to someone you haven't even spoken to in years? Someone who doesn't even give you a notice before rudely barging on your property. You can't stay silent any longer, obviously they know you're here but for some reason you can't bring yourself to speak.

"I just need a favor—"

"Fucking move." The other man mutters, you hear some shoving before an explosive sound causes you to take several steps back. What the fuck?

"You can't blow down her door!" Izuku groans in annoyance, shoving the man away.

"Why not? She won't let us in!"

"For obvious reasons you fucking imbecile!"

And you've definitely never heard Izuku curse before. "G-go away." You finally say. That man clearly has a quirk and judging from the sound of it, it could destroy you in a matter of seconds.

Another minute of whispering before Izuku is speaking up again.

"Why do you sound so scared?" He sounds like he's trying to put on a facade, trying to act nice and nonthreatening but the words roll off his tongue in a manner that only has you cringing. This is not the same Izuku you knew back then and you refuse to be one of those dumb girls who get stabbed in a horror movie because she was stupid enough to give some asshole the benefit of the—a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground and eliciting a terrified scream from your lips.

What the fuck?!

You thrash around in the others person's grip but they're freakishly strong, holding you up with one arm as the other goes to open the door.

"No! Don't—let go of me you psycho!"

It opens and the blood drains from your body, mouth opening in fear as Izuku steps in. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair before shutting the door behind him.

"Told you there's a backdoor. Dumb bitches like this never lock the back door."

What?

"Excuse me?!"

Izuku smiles down at you...since when is he taller than you? He looks older, jawline sharper, eyes more hardened, that boyish smile and chubby cheeks of his that always calmed you down are gone. Instead replaced by this.

You gasp as you take in his clothes. They're...fucking prison jumpsuits covered in blood. He follows your gaze, laughing a bit at your horrified gaze. "Oh this? It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Don't worry about it?

You scream as the man walks to the living room with you still in his grip, he throws you down on the couch and that's when you get a good look at him. He's big. Fucking massive with spikey blonde hair and a sneer that looks like it could rip you in half. He's also wearing a prison suit.

Tears quickly form in your eyes at the situation you're in. Prison suits, covered in blood and looking at you like you're a piece of meat. Yeah, you're definitely dying tonight. "W-what do you want?"

"Geez, five years of no contact and this is how she greets you?" The blonde laughs. "I thought you two were lovebirds." He plops down on the couch, picking up a magazine.

"Shut up, Katsuki." He sighs.

You two never dated. He was practically a little brother to you, always following you around like a lost puppy. But he doesn't look so desperate anymore. His eyes are chillingly dark all while his lips are forcing themselves into a smile that looks anything but kind. While the other one has almost a maniacal glint to his eyes. They're both creepy, terrifying you to your core as you slowly move your hand behind you. You left your phone somewhere around here, granted there's barely any data but you should at least try something.

Izuku moves closer, a movement that has you flinching away. "Stay back!" You screech.

Katsuki groans, rubbing his ears. "The mouth on her, goddamn."

"Look. Me and my...friend here are in a bit of a bind. We just need a place to stay for a little while and we'll be out of your hair."

You scoff, eyes trailing down to the crimson color on his hands. "What happened to you?" Or better yet, what the hell did he do to whatever poor guy got in his way?

He frowns. "I freed myself from a sticky situation. Why are you looking at me like that y/n?"

"Y-You're...in a prison jumpsuit with blood all over you and that's what you ask?"

"I did what I had to do." He sounds utterly convinced, that's what scares you the most. "Can we stay here?"

"Not like she can stay no." Katsuki cuts in, standing up and going to the kitchen to rummage through your fridge.

"H-how did you know I'd be here?" You ask, throat unbearably dry at this point.

"You always spoke about this cabin, how you would come here every semester break in the future." He sits right next to you, stretching a bit as he cracks his neck. "Fuck, I'm tired. We've spent the past few days in the damn woods."

He remembers something you told him nearly seven years ago? He’s always been disturbingly observant.

"We should've barged in here sooner. But no, you wanted to stake it out." Katsuki scoffs.

"You've been watching me?" Your chest tightens at that fact. You've been in this cabin alone for days with these two psychos watching your every move? Did they come in while you were sleeping? Taking a shower? You never lock the back door, a stupid, ridiculous habit you've been trying to break. But now it's too late it seems as you stare into Izuku's cold eyes.

"It was the only way to know no one else was coming. No one is coming, right?" He leans forward, slight suspicion etching on his features.

"Who cares if they do? I'll just blast the fuckers into bits."

You tense up at that, stomach twisting painfully. Izuku grabs your chin, you jump as his blood stained fingers grip you. "No one is coming right?"

"N-no." You whimper, shaking your head. "I'm the only one that comes here. Y-you know that."

"Well I've been gone for a while. You probably got a boyfriend, one of those meat heads losers you were always into. Do you? Are they coming here?" He quizzes, staring deep into your soul.

"No!" You yell, slapping his hands away. The longer they're on you, the more you feel like gagging. "I don't have a boyfriend."

His smile falters at that, jaw clenching and unclenching as he takes deep breaths, like he's trying to calm himself down for you removing yourself from his hold. Like you had no right. “That's a shame. I would've enjoyed meeting the man who you finally deemed good enough." He says after a few seconds.

"Why? So you could kill him in front of her?" Katsuki comes back, snorting as he sits on the couch. He's got a tub of ice cream in his hand. You didn't peg a hardened criminal as a haagen daz lover.

Izuku laughs, a sound that has you cringing on the inside. It sounds terrifyingly unstable. "You're making me seem like a sociopath, Kats."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Wouldn't want that."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "You guys would just be staying for a few days right? I won't—I won't tell anyone, I swear. You don't have to hurt me."

"Now...why would I want to hurt you y/n?" He murmurs, fingers traveling to play with the curls of your hair. "You've given us hospitality. That's all I could've asked for."

You try to force a smile but the pit in your stomach is exhausting you at this point. You feel like screaming, puking and running for the hills all at the same time. But you can't run...the nearest house is at least thirty minutes away and they would surely catch you before then.

"O-okay." You whimper. "You're not...you're not mad at me, are you?" You find yourself asking, trying to stay calm.

He freezes, letting go of your hair as he leans against the couch. "Mad?"

"For what happened." You lick your dry lips. He has to remember. You highly doubt he came all this way just for hospitality. They could've broken into any old house or car but instead they waited here for days, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack you. Even though they should be out of the freaking country by now.

He stares at you for a while, his smile now replaced by a haunting look of indifference. Everything he does scares you. If he's not staring at you like you're a little kid throwing a tantrum, he's peering like he wonders what your insides look like.

"No...I'm not mad." He smiles again. "The past is the past."

"O-okay." You sigh, not believing him one bit.

"What happened?" Katsuki asks, looking genuinely interested.

"Shut up." Izuku simply responds and somehow the blonde doesn’t take offense to the tone, only rolling his eyes in response and going back to his ice cream.

Finally. Finally, you gain enough courage to reach your phone. Your fingers clench around the object behind you, praying they don't see the movements. "W-what did you guys do to get sent to prison?" The words flow out of your mouth, trying to buy time as you press the emergency button on your phone.

"We'll save that conversation for another time. But for now..." Izuku reaches behind you, ripping the phone out of your hands before you can even blink. You barley had it for a fucking second, how the hell did he know?

"W-what are—"

A slap to the face shuts you up immediately, it's not hard. It was practically a tap but something tells you that was just a warning, that if you pull something else, his retaliation will be less...merciful. "Open it."

“No."

Stupid.

"Open the phone, y/n." He says through clenched teeth, the calm facade he's been wearing all night slowly slipping off.

"No! You—what are you—" Hands grip the back of your hair, yanking your head back and evoking a painful scream. Fuck, he's strong. Katsuki stands behind you, menacing glare fixated on you as he sighs. "Just open the phone, doll."

You bite your tongue, slowly taking the phone from Izuku's welcoming hands and typing in your password.

"Was that so hard?" He asks, scrolling through your device.

Katsuki lets go of you, walking around the sofa so now he's standing behind Izuku. Both of them peering at your phone, like it's the most fascinating thing ever. "The emergency button didn't even work, service at this cabin has always been atrocious huh y/n?"

You refrain from telling him to fuck off.

"I'm just sending a little message to your mom—how is she by the way—that you'll be off the grid until you get back from break." He hums, tapping erratically. "You don't really have many friends it seems." He tilts his head to the side.

"I always thought you were destined to be that cliche slut of a cheerleader in high school, too dumb to know her left from her right but always so eager to please—oh." He pauses, scoffing a bit as he comes across something.

"W-what?" You ask, biting the inside of your cheek until it's throbbing.

"It appears you lied to us!" He laughs, the sound practically maniacal. The most emotion he's shown since he broke into your house. He holds the phone up, a crazed look in his eyes as he pouts.

"You do have a boyfriend."

Your eyes widen at the text messages he's showing you. If you had known your former friend and aspiring stalker would've broken into your cabin, you would've deleted those messages. But it's too late now as Izuku looks at the phone again with that stupid mischievous glint dancing around in his eyes.

"We—we've only been together a month, Izuku. I barely know the guy." You try to defend yourself, not sure why. Why does he still care so much after all these years?

It's a lie, you've been with him for over a year but you refuse to reveal that. Not with the terrifying expression on Izuku's face. "Why do you care? I-it's no—"

"Why wouldn't I care?" He scoffs. "After you trampled all over my heart?" He pushes the phone to Katsuki's chest to which the blonde happily takes it.

"After you made me feel like a fucking stain on some dirty sheets? After you broke and used me until there was nothing left to abuse?" He's getting closer, unbearably close. So much for bygones being bygones.

He grabs your chin again, it's much harder than last time and you're sure a bruise will be left. "I-I'm sorry." The tears are flowing down your cheeks now.

"It's okay." He nods, smiling at you. He leans in, placing a small peck on your cheek before backing away. "I forgive you, sweetheart. We all know you were never the brightest." The change in personality is almost as creepy as his gaze right now.

You try not to wipe the saliva on your cheek away, disgusted with the proximity. He's still so fucking delusional after all this time.

"Invite him over." It takes a second for you to realize he's not talking to you but to the deranged blonde next to him.

"W-what? No! Why—"

"Those who are sorry should be eager to prove it, y/n." He says like it's so obvious. "You can atone for your mistakes this way."

Atone? What is he, some type of God? Fucking psycho. "Leave him alone—"

"Invite him." He rolls his eyes. "I'm going to freshen up, can't wait to meet him y/n." He walks towards the stairs, humming a song all the way up.

"Don't worry." Katsuki says, catching your horrified expression. "This will be fun."

#this picture has been rotting my brain lately this wasn’t meant to be so long #literally only wanted like 500 words of this #I feel like it could’ve been better #katsuki x reader #deku x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #mha fic #yandere #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you #deku x you #deku x reader

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Toxic Bullets│3

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Art: @mkm_storage on twitter

Mood Song: safety net

Summary: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your final mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you’d expect.

Warnings: cursing, mafia au, bakugou is a huge asshole and gets very aggressive, mild suggestive thoughts

This dream was like no other.

You couldn’t really move from the position you were in, though nothing was truly holding you down either. It just felt like your bones were a trillion times heavier than they actually were. You were able to look around, but it didn’t help much. You were surrounded by an overwhelming darkness.

You couldn’t speak, but you could surely hear your own thoughts. It felt like you had been here for hours, maybe even days.

Was this really a dream? Or were you just telling yourself that so you could shove down the thought that you were possibly dead?

Desperately, you tried to remember what had happened before you had come to this state. Your brother had done something stupid… no surprise there, and he got you in some big deadly fiasco of a mess.

The more you tried to remember the more you felt your head begin to ache so instead, you sat in silence. Letting the overwhelming sound of nothingness fill you up. For a moment you thought it would eventually consume you until a familiar voice began to softly echo.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of anything familiar, desperate to return to your old life and memories.

“W..What did you say?” You replied, scrambling to your feet shakily only to fall back to your knees.

“u/ʎ ǝɔıoɥɔ ʇɥɓıɹ ǝɥʇ ǝpɐɯ no⅄“

The sound grew louder and you felt your body begin to warm, not realizing how ice cold you had been this entire time. Tears began to brim at the tips of your eyes as your body began to relearn what it was like to feel again.

“Huh?!” You shouted desperately, clawing at the wet ground so you wouldn’t let this voice vanish your only escape.

“You made the right choice Y/n.”

The words were loud and clear to you now as the wet floor sucked you under only to spit you out into a world of color. Your body shot up from the silky surface beneath you as you screamed out in fear, only to quickly silence when you took in your surroundings.

You seemed to be laying in a fairly large bed, the sheets unmistakably black and silky. If you hadn’t just awoken from a coma-like dream, you would’ve actually admired the sophisticated taste.

Glancing down you noticed yourself covered in an oversized black t-shirt with a skull on it. This was hint number one that you weren’t anywhere familiar, although the room itself was the main reason for that fact.

Now you were just raking through your memories to see how you could’ve ended up here. The more you tried to think, the worse your head ached. And those stupid words from that gruff voice kept echoing in your head…

“You made the right choice Y/n” You muttered to yourself, tapping your finger against your knee impatiently until it hit.

Bakugou Katsuki. 

You were in the middle of a shoot out, and ended on the nasty side of it. You couldn’t quite remember how you came to be knocked out, but it might’ve had something to do with your aching head.

So does that mean you were really dead at that moment? Or just having a horrifying dream? At this point, it didn’t matter. You were alive and if you wanted to stay that way, you decided you should figure out where you were.

Tossing your legs over the side of the bed, you pressed your feet against the cool tile beneath you, the change in temperature making you hiss.

Glancing at a mirror nearby you felt your cheeks begin to warm at the sight of your bare legs, the shirt falling just at the mid of your thigh. Looking around you noticed a pair of bright pink sweatpants hung on the closet door.

Clearly whoever dressed you was considerate enough to not push any boundaries. A mental sigh of relief was made as you tugged the pink garment up your legs, your shivering legs appreciating the new warmth.

Now came the door, the giant intimidating black door that seemed to have no handle or knob on it. Was there a chance this wasn’t a bedroom, and rather a cell? Suddenly the sound of Shindo’s voice filled your head at his previous warning.

“You think he really cares about you? Once you give him what he wants, you’re only a threat to him.”

Biting your lip you tip toed towards the door, fists curled until your nails left crescents in your skin as you lifted a hand to attempt to slide the door open. Instead the door opened without a single touch causing you to squeak and jump back.

Internally you let out a sigh of relief when you realized this wasn’t a cell. 

Inhaling once more to gather up every ounce of confidence you had left after this hell of a week, you leaned the top half of your body out of the doorway, glancing down both sides of the hallway only to see a labyrinth of doors and corners.

Everything seemed fairly high tech, much to your surprise, but the lighting was also very dim which made it hard to see.

The sound of voices didn’t go past your ears though, a triumphant grin reaching your lips as you decided to let your sense of hearing take control.

Tip toeing out of the room, you began to walk towards the sound of the voices. Each turn there seemed to be something new that made you jump, whether it be the sounds of the air clicking on or the lights coming to life each time you walked by them.

“If I didn’t know better I would feel like I’m on a freaking spaceship.” You mumbled to yourself, taking in the scenery of wherever you seemed to be.

Eventually after what felt like miles of walking, the hallway finally seemed to open up into a large room. Screens and gadgets were held all around the room. On one end you could see a multitude of weapons nested deep into some sort of arsenal room. The other end held a large table before large screens and tech.

Maybe you were picturing an old fashioned mafia shack or warehouse, but this was far beyond whatever you imagined to be a “base” for a group of gangsters. 

After taking in the room itself, you finally noticed the familiar group from before that had been with you, the sight of them had you equally relieved and anxious.

Sure they saved you from getting kidnapped twice, but if you learned anything from this terrible week, it’s that you could trust no one. They were still one of the most infamous gangs in your area, and Bakugou even confirmed himself he had a growing hitlist.

With this in mind, you decided to play spy in the moment, hoping to hear any genuine plans they had for you with you out of the room.

Unfortunately for you, they were talking suspiciously quiet and multiple voices were going off at once. It was then you noticed some new faces amongst the crowd.

The sight of a few girls somehow made you feel a bit better inside, misogynistic or not, you felt some comfort knowing that girls typically were much more understanding.

Another thing you noticed were the wild choices of appearance. Just about everyone in the room had some color of the rainbow on their head. Maybe having unpredictable hair color had something to do with their gang’s image?

Easily the strangest appearance you took note of was the girl with bright pink hair. It wasn’t quite her hair that stood out to you most, but rather her dark black eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

Wait. She sees you.

“That’s her?” The pink haired girl squealed, all eyes turning to her as your eyes widened, she was very clearly looking at you now with a wide grin.

Stepping back you quickly shook your hands across your face and started slicing a line along your neck, hinting for her to shut up so she wouldn’t expose you.

But of course your luck had run out a long time ago.

“She looks nothing like her dorky brother, she’s adorable!” The pink haired girl cooed.

Your jabbing hand motions came to a halt when all eyes fell on you now, the sight of so many piercing gazes made you want to melt into the floor.

“And she’s wearing the sweats I left her! Do they fit alright?”

Somehow even with the ringing anxiety swirling through your head, you managed to grasp her question as you nodded hesitantly, noticing that the bottoms were actually surprisingly comfortable.

“They accent Bakugou’s emo shirt perfectly.” Another girl snorted, a few snickers and a low growl entering the air at the snarky comment.

You forced a smile but couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, especially when you met the steel red gaze that was burning holes through your skull the second the pink haired girl called you out.

Bakugou didn’t seem mad, but he didn’t seem pleased either.

Before you could even process anything the flamboyant girl latched onto your arms and dragged you down the stairs towards the group before you.

“Welcome to the base! Does your head still hurt? Are you really Kiyoshi’s little sister?”

Between the many voices and practically being thrown around like a doll you felt like your head was going to explode, dark spots beginning to seep into your vision again as your breathing became more ragged.

A groan of pain escaped your lips as you began to tremble, fearing you would be dragged back to that terrible coma dream you were in just a few moments ago.

“Leave her the fuck alone!”

The voices fell silent when the sharp yell was heard from behind them. A rough arm shoved through the crowd until they firmly, yet gently grabbed onto your arms before your knees could fully buckle.

“She’s been out for three fucking days you dipshits, give her some damn space.”

Maybe it’s because your vision was blurred, but you swore you saw a look of concern in Bakugou’s fierce red eyes, his lips pinching into a thin line as he looked you up and down.

“You gonna pass out on me shitty girl?” Bakugou muttered, helping you up to a standing position before cupping the back of your head to make sure you were stable.

You felt your cheeks warm at his touch, the position embarrassing enough since you couldn’t stand well on your own. You searched through his gaze, looking for any sort of hostility or anger, but when you saw nothing you relaxed in his hold.

“M’fine.” You mumbled, wincing a bit as you forced yourself to stand upright without his help, though you still gripped onto his forearm for safe measures.

The blond let out a huff and nodded, slowly leading you to an empty chair as you avoided the many gazes throughout the room. The silence was deafening, it had your skin crawl, but it wasn’t long before a low whistle broke throughout the room.

You looked up to surprisingly see no eyes on you, but rather the grumpy man beside you. The whistle came from the raven haired boy you remembered from earlier in the car, a shit eating grin was plastered across his lips.

Oblivious to the situation, you felt the blond tense before gripping a bit tighter on your arm as he growled at the snickering group. You honestly weren’t aware enough to care what was happening, you were still trying to understand what had just happened. Blinking for a moment, Bakugou’s words finally began to process in your head.

“Three days?!” You cried, the sound shocking everyone as Bakugou halted his movements. “You let me stay asleep for three days?”

Even Bakugou was shocked when he saw your once weak eyes narrow into frustrated ones. How you could even comprehend another emotion other than fear honestly almost impressed him. Almost.

“And the brat is back.” Bakugou growled, making sure you were at least hovering over the chair before letting go of you, causing you to plop back rather ungracefully.

You lips pinched together in a pout as you leaned forward, using the table to steady yourself.

“I’m serious! I have a dog at home, I don’t know how my idiotic brother is doing. How could you just let me doze off for that long?”

“You had the worst fuckin week of your life and endured serious head trauma, did you prefer I set a five o’clock alarm for you princess?” Bakugou snarled, moving close to your face in hopes to intimidate that loud mouth shut.

For a moment you opened your mouth ready to rebuttal, but you soon closed it when you took in his words. Just Mina tugging you down the stairs too quickly was enough for you to almost collapse, maybe you did injure yourself worse than expected.

It honestly had you shocked now that he didn’t wake you up earlier. As impatient and cruel as the gang leader was, you expected he would have kicked you out by now.

Bakugou seemed satisfied with your silence, a smug smirk rested on his lips as he stood back up to his full height, though he still remained towering over you as if you would make a run for it in your current state.

Glancing around the room, you took in the both concerned and shocked gazes on you. This was probably just as confusing for them as it was for you. Swallowing thickly, you looked down at your fingers that began to twitch nervously in your lap.

“So this is your base?” You spoke softly, eyes shifting around the room before you looked up at Bakugou with curious eyes, “I thought we couldn’t come here because they would track us?”

The ash blond kept his cool glare down on you, but internally he felt like going feral. There you sat before him, for once not trying to mouth off but just looking up to him with those wide gentle eyes that held just a smidge of curiosity in them. Those same eyes you gave him in the car that made his mind surge with both wholesome and sinful ideas.

“Once you shot Shindo, we got him to spit out where he put the tracker.” Kirishima explained from across the table, your head whipping to him as you nodded in understanding.

That was right, Shindo told you he put the tracker in your dress. 

Your dress. That’s why you were in this random shirt, and why you were able to come here in the first place.

The way Bakugou could see the gears slowly clicking in your brain made him chuckle quietly, already knowing the cute little outburst that was soon to follow.

“You took my dress off!” You exclaimed, the accusation even making Kirishima blush as you felt your own cheeks begin to swell with warmth.

“Not me! Bakugou!” Kirishima returned defensively, Kaminari and Sero both nodding to confirm his words, “He made sure to take it off privately and give you a spare shirt for the ride.”

Now your head whipped to the blond before you, your blood beginning to boil when you saw that stupid shit eating grin returned to his lips.

“Don’t worry angel, it’s nothing I would rush to tell my friends about.”

At that you felt your jaw drop as he walked away from you snickering, his crude comment making you want to take your non-existent shoe off and beat him with it.

“Alright that’s it.” You growled, your new tone making the blond spin on his heel with a look of feigned shock, “You don’t get to be a dickhead anymore. I want to know where the hell my brother is, then I want out of this starship looking base.”

Bakugou thought your stern stance was adorable, truly. Even in the weak state you were in you managed to stand by yourself. He felt his crew look to him, most likely gauging whether he was about to snap your neck for raising your voice at him, but he knew he didn’t have to. You did a pretty good job of making yourself look like a child all on your own.

“And what will you do if I don’t, princess?” Bakugou purred, his arms crossed as he gave you possibly the most smug expression he’s shot since you’ve met him.

Sure you were a bit out of your league here, and you were in no state to attempt to fight anyone in this room, but you weren’t stupid. And you would be damned if you ever let a stupid gang leader ever have the upper hand on you again.

Though you weren’t confident at first, when you rubbed your hand along your chest and felt the familiar piece of metal dig against your skin, you knew it was exactly where you left it.

Folding your arms to mirror Bakugou’s stupid stance, you returned a smirk of your own as you looked him up and down with unimpressed eyes.

“I’ll shatter this stupid flash drive into a million pieces right before your stupid smug face.”

Bakugou’s eyes genuinely widened at this, his stance stiffening before he narrowed his eyes once again, “What are you…”

Without having to ask, Todoroki dashed towards the table across the room that held your small clutch that Bakugou somehow snuck from you when you were in the car. Once he opened it he felt his mouth go dry when he saw nothing inside.

The sight of Todoroki hesitantly nodding his head no, as if to confirm the drive wasn’t where they confirmed he felt copious amounts of rage flow through his body.

“You thought you were so cute when you stole my bag from me in the car, didn’t you?” You spoke, his crimson eyes now back on you, “Well all it did was confirm I can’t trust you, so I took the liberty of taking that flash drive back so I could have some leverage over you.”

The sight of the pathetic man before you had you both inwardly and outwardly laugh.

“Now Mr. Bakugou sir.” You purred, fluttering your lashes up to the fuming man as a smirk coiled at the tip of your lip, “I would like to know where my brother is, and I would like to leave.”

For once it felt great to have the upper hand. In what felt like a week of torture, you finally had some sort of confidence or leverage that you could get out of this scratch free. Finally return to the comfort of your home where you could have much needed cuddles with your poor dog and call your friends over to tell them the nightmare you somehow lived.

But that fantasy began to crack when a cruel laugh filled the air. You blinked at the sound, your eyes bolting to the tall leader before you as more uncontrollable laughs escaped his lips. The sound of his genuine laughter made your skin crawl, it was a sound you had never heard before. It was almost worse that his laughs sounded so real. Like he thought this was the funniest thing in the world.

“You really are dumber than you look.” Bakugou sighed in between a laugh, his voice even cracking at the lack of control, “You are a L/n after all.”

You furrowed your brows, confused as to this change and mood and wondering what on earth could be so funny to this man. Pinching your lips together, you tried to get a glimpse of his face before he shot his head up to you, the look sending chills throughout your body.

This was a new look on him, one you had never seen. Maybe something similar when he yelled at you the first time you met, but not quite this sinister. His eyes were still lit up in amusement, but his lips were curled into the most terrifying smile you’ve ever seen.

Even with no weapons in his hands, the look alone was enough to trigger your brain into fight or flight. You were in danger no doubt.

Before you could even process much more he began to move, storming towards you as you stumbled on the chair behind you, trying to move it in front of you as some sort of barrier between you and the hulking beast coming your way as you stumbled back away from him.

“Bakugou.” Kirishima growled, starting to walk around the table as the rest of the group backed away from the scene.

“Come any closer and she’s dead.” Bakugou growled at the redhead, the promise of a statement even making Kirishima freeze as he looked to you with worried eyes.

That statement really had you moving, the fight or flight kicking in tenfold as you shoved chairs between the two of you and tried to move away. Each barrier was pointless, Bakugou making an unblockable path as he neared you, the final chair he flung across the room before he grabbed you by the shirt and tugged you back into his chest.

In a desperate attempt to get away you jabbed your elbow back into his chest, but before it made a significant impact his hand was already wrapped tight around your throat.

“I wouldn’t thrash around too much princess, all it takes is one wrong move in your pathetic state.” Bakugou hissed into your ear, both a threat and a fact all in one that had you completely still.

Once he had you still, the ash blond used his grip on your neck to spin you around and shove you down on the table until you were seated between his legs.

“Now after all the shit I’ve been through to get your ungrateful ass to safety, I was expecting you to be showering me with praise.” Bakugou growled, eyes staring deeply into yours as you trembled in his hold, “But instead, you’ve been nothing but an insufferable bitch.”

Somehow you were able to furrow your brows at that word, your lips opening to speak before his grip on your neck got impossibly tighter.

“I wouldn’t open that pretty mouth of yours unless it’s a thank you.”

His threatening words were enough to close your lips once more, trying your best to avoid his harsh gaze as he sneered a “thought so” down to you.

“Now I’m going to say this once, and only once. And if I ever have to repeat it again, you’re going to wish you could put a bullet in your skull first. Got that?”

Immediately you made an attempt to nod before he continued on.

“Your brother put you under my protection because he’s a fucking idiot and put you in danger, I get that’s not your fault, but I also don’t fucking care.” Bakugou explained harshly, “And because you’re under my damn protection, do you know what that means? It means that you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what.”

Though the mentioning of your brother made you grimace, you still continued to listen.

“So from this point forward, this is your last and final warning.” Bakugou spoke low as he neared your face, noses practically touching, “If you dare to disobey me or do anything that puts my gang in danger again, the deal is off and I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand?”

His final punctuated words were followed by the loosening of his grip on your neck, most likely to ensure you actually responded.

Taking in a ragged breath, you nodded before mumbling out a yes as your gaze avoided his own.

The feeling of his firm grip returning had you coughing out again, your hands now reaching to his own wrist as you clawed at his arm.

“Now I know you have better manners than that princess, now try again and don’t you dare look away from me.”

Gritting your teeth, you let your teary gaze focus on his stern one as your lip wobbled slightly, “Yes sir.”

At those words, his grip on your throat finally released. Immediately you began coughing and gasping for air, and as much as you hated it your hands found purchase of his chest to get any sort of stability as you tried to blink back those black spots once more.

Luckily the cruel man before you didn’t seem to mind that you clung to him, especially because his arms were still caged around you so you didn’t have much else to grab.

“Good girl,” Bakugou cooed condescendingly, watching you gather yourself with unimpressed eyes, “All it takes is a stern tone to break a brat, huh?”

Ignoring the glare you shot between your lashes, Bakugou smirked down to you and raised a brow.

“Now be a doll and tell me where the flashdrive is.”

Bakugou let you take a few minutes to breathe even after his question, knowing you were probably trying to gather your thoughts and remember where you placed it. Though once your hand disappeared under your shirt he roughly grabbed it through the fabric and gave you a stern glare.

“The fuck are you doing.” Bakugou growled, furrowing his brows when you returned the glare.

“T..The drive.” You muttered, shooing his hand away before tugging around in your bra and pulling the drive out from under your shirt. 

“Sneaky girl left it in her bra!” Kaminari chuckled, tone deaf to the situation as everyone glared at him.

The two of you ignored the oblivious boy, Bakugou instead grabbed the flashdrive from you and stood up away from you. Sure enough it was the exact flash drive you were looking for. Somehow you managed to mildly impress the blond even though you annoyed the shit out of him in every way. You were no idiot.

Just before Bakugou stood back he felt something tug at the cuff of his shirt, his head whipping to the source to see your hand gripping at it. Raising a brow, he heard you mutter something not quite loud enough to hear at first.

“What?” Bakugou growled, leaning down so he could hear you better, only to freeze when he finally heard what you said.

“Thank you.”

Though he didn’t need to ask for what, Bakugou was still shocked to hear those words fall from your lips. Your eyes were still filled with warm tears, probably swirling with fear and anger, but somehow you were able to at least acknowledge your gratitude for the first time since he met you.

Looking you up and down, Bakugou let out a calm huff in response before standing back up straight and barking for his gang members to take a seat. Bakugou nodded for you to sit in the chair next to you, but you shook your head and began walking around the table.

His eyes began to light up with frustration once again as you disobeyed orders, but his anger immediately faltered when he saw you were heading straight for his softer right hand.

Kirishima watched as you moved close to his side, eyes widening slightly before he noticed Bakugou’s returning frustration.

“Bakugou, s’fine.” Kirishima growled firmly this time, giving his close friend a trusting nod as he helped you in the chair beside him.

Honestly he couldn’t blame you. Though he didn’t regret his actions, he also knew his approach to many things were rather terrifying for the receiver. After all you’ve been through, he probably hadn’t done a good job building your trust up again.

At the very least, he knew you wouldn’t be running off or mouthing off for a while. That was going to have to be good enough for now. 

“Get her some water, Deku.” Bakugou mumbled, smacking the green haired boy’s head as he quickly shot up and shuffled into another room.

The request had your brows furrowing, confused at the sudden kind decision on his behalf. It was at that moment you decided Bakugou Katsuki was the most confusing man you had ever met.

In a small, very small way, you knew he was right. Sure you had no huge reasons to trust him, but given your current situation he has treated you averagely fair up until this point, and he protected you in every dangerous situation that had been thrown your way.

That was honestly the only reason you thanked him, but now that your gratitude was in the air, you decided you would remain closed off and cold until everything was back to normal. You would never trust these people, but you would at least use them until you were finally free again.

The next hour was used to explain the situation at hand, one that you had massively underestimated.

“This man is leader of the Henkan Clan, he’s sort of like the senior of all the gangs so he isn’t a guy you want to fucking mess around with. He’s currently after you because he has technical ownership over you.”

The sight of the large man on the screen made bumps raise along your arms, he looked more terrifying there then he did at the club.

“This guy, as you already know, is the leader of the Shindo Clan. He’s pissed with you and me because you were supposed to be delivered to the Henkan clan, and we got in the way of it. He is currently going to be after all of us once his leg heals.”

The sight of the black haired man made you grit your teeth, his stupid smug smile haunted you right before your very eyes.

“And lastly the Neito Clan, luckily he has no need to go after you yet, he just despises our gang because we’re better than him,” Bakugou explained with a sneer, “With that said, once he realizes that you’re a wanted girl under our protection, he will surely want to come for you as well.”

The new information had your head a mess. You didn’t even know how to process it, or what to think. All you knew is that you just wanted your old boring life back the way it was.

“With all of that said, we need to go extract Kiyoshi and get these two idiots in a safe place so they won’t be in our way.” Bakugou spoke to the group, your head shooting up at the sound of your brother's name.

“Kiyoshi? I have to come-”

“Relax princess.” Bakugou growled, cutting off your sentence as he spared a glance to you, “You’re coming with us to see him. If you wouldn’t have been such a stubborn brat before, you would’ve known that.”

His words had you sighing in relief, but not without folding your arms and letting out a huff at the second half of his statement.

“Same group as Y/n’s extraction, get the car ready to head to the directions he sent us. The rest of you, I need all eyes on each of the clans’ every move. If you get any strange movement at all, you notify me right away, got it?”

When a choir of “yes sir’s” filled the air, Bakugou let out a satisfied sigh before moving back to you, watching as your skeptical eyes followed his every move. Offering a smirk, he held out his hand as if daring you to deny it.

“Let’s go meet that shitty brother of yours.”

next chapter

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[bkglove]

Comfort in the Smallest of Ways

Ao3

Early relationship moment with Bakugou - he reads to you

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5 carry the 3 divide by x then... Bakugou glared at his homework, clicking the end of his pencil as he thought. He was trying to get ahead in the classwork, so he could take more hours at his internship. This new work was annoying as hell, though.

He heard a small sniffle from behind him. He had to fight the urge to turn around and look at you, relaxed, and reading a book on his bed as he worked. If he looked at you, he risked getting distracted. He’d just have to remind himself to call you out for getting your stupid self sick after he was finished.

Another few sniffles broke his resolve before he could get that far. Bakugou whipped his head to look back at you, chair swiveling violently. Freezing when he saw what was actually happening.

“Are you fuckin’ crying?” he exclaimed incredulously, after he took in the sight of you wiping at your eyes.

He had no idea what had possibly happened in the hour or so you’d been sitting there quietly, but he was ready to fight someone.

“Sorry,” you sniffled out, “my book got really sad.”

The bubble of concern in his stomach deflated. You got him worried over fucking nothing. “Really?” he asked, sounding a mix of annoyed and unsure. Someone could cry over a fucking book?

“Yes really,” you defended, hugging the book to your chest, words watery but sure. “Now go back to studying so I can read.”

He rolled his eyes, a grumbled, “weirdo,” escaping his lips as he tried to focus back on his work. But he couldn’t. Your sniffles, not quieting even after he finished one particularly long problem, had him far too distracted. He didn’t like the way it sounded. The choked breaths pulled at his heart, twisting his gut uncomfortably even if he knew they stemmed from nothing. And it didn’t sound like you were close to stopping.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” He swiveled back around to glare at you.

You looked at him, lip trembling as you replied. You looked forlorn but only sounded annoyed, “it’s sad and I can’t read past my tears!”

“Well, hurry it up! I can’t study with you sniveling over there.”

You wiped your eyes again, closing your book, keeping one finger in to hold your place. “Do you want me to leave?” you asked, already moving to slide off his bed.

That would be the smart thing to do. There wasn’t anything wrong and you were keeping Bakugou from getting things done that he wanted finished. But he didn’t want you to leave. Especially if you were crying, even if it was stupid.

He stood, walking over to you before you could get up. “Give me your fuckin’ book.”

You blinked at him, slow and owlish, the flow of tears stopping with your surprise. “What?”

“I said give me your fuckin’ book,” he repeated, throwing his hand out, impatiently making a give it here motion with his fingers.

“Why?” you asked between quieting sniffles, sounding unsure even as you opened it so you could hand it to him without losing your place.

“Gonna read the fuckin’ part for you so you can get over this shit, dumbass,” he stated like it was obvious.

It apparently wasn’t based on your reaction. “Wait, really?”

“Yes really.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing the book from your hands. “Now move the fuck over, you're taking up my whole goddamn bed.”

You scooched over far too slowly for Bakugou's liking; he impatiently tapped his foot. At least you weren't fucking crying anymore. Once you’ve finally made space, you lift his blanket so he can slide under next to you. He did without really thinking about it, but suddenly everything feels a lot more intimate than he would have guessed it could have for reading a part of your shitty book.

“Can I lean against you?” you asked, voice quiet.

“C’mere,” he muttered, adjusting so you could have your head resting on his chest, one of his arms around you, the other holding your book on his lap, tilted so you can both see the pages.

“Where’d you fuckin’ leave off?” He scanned the words as he asked, trying to see if he could spot the part that started this.

You lift a hand, slowly pointing at the offending passage. “Here,” you answered, a tiny sniffle escaping as if you’ve just remembered something incredibly painful. Which, Bakugou supposed, based on the fact that your damn crying was bad enough to make him offer to do this, it must have been.

“Okay,” Bakugou skimmed ahead quickly, he doesn’t want to sound like a fool when he reads this shit. You wait patiently. He took a deep breath and began.

He might not understand what’s happening but by the end of the first paragraph, you’re a blubbering mess again. He has to admit, the writing does evoke a certain feeling. You curling up into his side only making the tragic scene feel more real, more painful, even without the context.

It’s a silent cry, aside from the occasional sniffle. No sobs wrack your body. It’s almost peaceful. You have your fingers fisting Bakugou's shirt, your tears wetting the fabric as you lean your head against his chest. You’ve adjusted so your legs are bent over into his lap; it helped him prop the book up so he can read easier. He rubbed little circles against your arm with his thumb as you cry as the words leave his mouth. He’s never understood when he’s heard people say crying can be cathartic but why else would you be putting yourself through this shit.

And it’s weird, to know he’s making you cry like this, even if it’s not really his doing. He’s not sure how to feel about that. He may still be new to all this relationship shit but he’s pretty sure that making your partner cry is the biggest no. But when he pauses a second too long, struggling to turn the page one-handed, and you move to turn it instead, he’s sure you do appreciate what he’s doing.

And the way you cling to him feels good. Looking for support even when it's just fiction, Bakugou's glad you can find that in him. And it’s okay that his own work got sidetracked for this, when you start to calm down, the characters moving on from the tragedy to continue fighting their ongoing battles, and you turn your head to look up at him instead of at the pages where he can still spot your fading tear drops that bled through the thin paper from before this started.

“Thanks,” you murmured, a breath away from saying it into his skin after he finished up the chapter. Your eyes still shining but even through their struggles, you know the protagonists you're rooting for will be okay now.

Something he’s always liked in stories like this is the fact that despite every hardship, the heroes win. Bakugou may not have any clue what's going on in your book but that feeling, unbridled hope, still comes through.

It’s still weird to think about, that in a way, he made you cry. But if he thinks about it like that, then he can also feel better to know that in a way, he also brought you comfort through it. He might not have gotten to fight someone but he still kind of saved the heroes in your book.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugou replied, putting your book down tented on his lap as you seemed unwilling to move from being cuddled against him. He’s not quite ready to push you off yet.

He’s not sure how else to say, if you wanted it, he’d do this a

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[undermine-the-instinct]

When We Begin Again

Bakugou x Sniper!Reader Chapter One

《 No Quirks Zombie AU》

Chapter one of my riseofthedeadcollab, by @medusashima is here!! Took me long enough

Warnings: Foul language, world typical injuries. Wc: 7.4 K

About: Japan has fallen under the weight of the apocalypse, but three prestigious colleges remain as sanctuaries, trying to take back the world they once knew. But something strange is happening in the depths of the city, and Bakugou doesn't know what this could spell. He has enough to deal with Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu's powerplays. But he at least knows (hopes) you're strong enough to protect yourself.

It's a fucking shitshow out there.

It's a fucking shitshow everywhere else too really, but fuck this really takes the cake.

Across from him, hiding behind a wall, Kirishima meets his eyes. A horde of those nasty motherfuckers were in the corridor ahead of them, standing in between them and the plexiglass holding all the medicines that they needed. Either they run, and they could outrun these shits, the exit isn't too far off and Sero still has the car still running, or they take a chance and start blasting.

And they really need this fucking medicine, so there's really only one answer.

In sync, they raise their guns, take aim and start shooting.

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"We just grabbed as much as we could carry, we made sure we got you that asthma pump and your damn allergy medicine too, so here." Kirishima finished pulling out all the bags they brought and filled, and Sero got out of the car to lean against its side, lit cigarette in hand. Bakugou wrinkled his nose.

"Put that shit away man. Your teeth are already too fucking long, you trying dye them shits yellow now too?"

"Fuck off man," Sero chuckled, tapping the cigarette off so the ashes fell to the ground.

"You know these aren't allowed in the compound, so let me de-stress for a minute."

"Like you were the one fighting off hordes of zombies?" Kirishima grinned, canine sharp. The early morning sun was just cresting, bright and gold and warm. The light slipped over buildings and between the cracks of buildings, and Bakugou noticed how they made all his scars shine softly.

"There's a reason I'm the driver between us three. You keep bumping into shit and fucking up the car, and anger issues over here keeps trying to run over zombies."

"If I see one of those fucks I'm gonna kill it."

"You don't swerve and speed down a highway just to kill one or two. We need to conserve gas, it's a limited resource."

"It's always been stupid."

"Well, I'm still fucking awesome. I was driving and shooting down the ones that were chasing ya, like a movie. If that ain't badass I don't know what is."

Bakugou grinned, and held up his fist for Sero to pound it.

"Yeah, you came in clutch there."

One of the residents got in the car and honked, and Sero pushed himself off so they could start driving the car back to the garage, to check for any damages.

"You think Jiro and her team got back yet?"

"They left before us, and we've been gone for a couple of days, let's go check."

As soon as they step inside they strip down to their briefs in the corridor, and the cleaning unit takes their clothes to be washed and disinfected. Paramedics check their bodies for any wounds, namely scratches or bites, and when they've been cleared, they're disinfected and given new clothing, they head straight to the shower stalls.

Bakugou is done in ten minutes, and he waits outside for the other two to hurry the hell up, toweling his wet hair.

After that, they make their way over to their captain's quarters, knock, and they are let inside.

Aizawa Shouta is an imposing man, dark hair and one blood red eye. With his eye patch and prosthetic leg and slight stubble he looks like a man that takes no shit. And he is.

Which is exactly why Bakugou respects him, even before he got those injuries and before he was his captain, and just his professor.

"How did it go?" He doesn't look up from all the forms and papers on his desk but they respond all the same.

"We visited all the pharmacies on the West coast of the city, I believe we have more than enough to hold us down sir."

"All the pharmacies?"

"Most were already ransacked, probably by the other camps or sanctuaries," Kirishima explained.

"The only ones that were still mainly full and intact were closer downtown, towards the inner city. These had plexiglass we had to break to get in."

"Downtown is more infested, though we've managed to quell it some. How many zombies were there?" They shared a look at one another, and returned to their salute.

"Mainly four or five in each, sir. We left before more could arrive due to the sound of the gunshots.The last one however had at least fifteen, and a couple crawlers." Only now did he pause, and put down his pen, stare them down with all the exhaustion in his remaining eye.

"A couple crawlers? How many did you kill?"

Bakugou spoke up. "Around six, at least. Only one managed to escape and that was because we were focused on escape sir. Sero ran over it over though so it shouldn't be able to move much to do anymore shit."

"They only arrived after we killed all the regulars and had the bags mostly full. Bakugou held them off while I finished packing, then we hauled ass and ran to the van. That's when we used the shotguns to kill off the ones chasing, while Sero drove."

Aizawa stared them down over his stapled hands, and they stood still in their little line, backs and shoulders straight.

"....You ransacked the place?"

"No. Bakugou left some supplies scattered around." Three pairs of eyes turned to him, and he had to fight the urge to scoff.

"Not everyone lives in a compound or wants to join one. Doesn't mean we need to hog all the shit to ourselves." Aizawa's face didn't change but there was an approval there.

He sighed and unclasped his hands, back to his papers.

"What else do you have to report?"

"Nothing, sir. The number of zombies seems to be the same, with numbers increasing the more you go downtown. We noticed more Shiketsu markers though, they've expanded their territory." Aizawa sighed, and nodded.

"Yes, Jiro's team noticed that as well. They're growing, and fast too. Commander Nedzu had scheduled a meeting with them in your absence, and it's today at five. It would be good to attend."

"A meeting? What for?"

"Hopefully, an alliance." Three pairs of eyebrows rose in astonishment.

"Those Shiketsu bastards are stingy as fuck. Do you really think that they'd agree to an alliance?"

"They're small, but only in territory. And Ketsubutsu is in the same position, so they might ally with one another instead. They are just as, if not more desperate for shelter and food and medicine as we are. It's a good chance they'll be open to it, with Yuuei, with all the people and resources we have. There are strong fighters there too, and they'll do well within our ranks."

"Strong fighters yeah, until they decide not to cooperate or pick a fight or somethin'. What do we get out of that then?" His eye flashed, and the guys flinched back into position.

"They are humans, just like us. They're trying to survive any way they can, and with the way the world has fallen to ruins, it would do good for you to remember that we are not very different. We need to band together to survive. Now if that's all you have to report, I'll see you at five." They nodded their heads, and left the room without a word.

The compound was huge, and always near bustling, at least away from the captains quarters. People were on schedule, and followed it religiously; maybe having something to do constantly took their minds off the horror the world had turned into.

The cafeteria was decently full, and they immediately spotted Jiro's team in the far corner. Denki and Mina waved excitedly when they caught sight, and Jiro raised her half a bagel with a nod. Bakugou immediately zeroed in on the black bruise around Mina's eye, and the way that Jiro tilted her head, so her bangs could hide her cheek, and probably a bruise. They took a tray, got in line, and flashed their cards for authentication.

"Man, doesn't this remind you of highschool?" Bakugou gave Mina a look as she cut him off before he could say anything, and she swirled her spoon in her little yogurt, a fond smile on her face when the boys sat down at their table.

"No, not really. It's the asscrack of Dawn and you were always late, so we never had breakfast together."

"We did sometimes." Mina pouted at Sero.

"Once in a blue moon you mean."

"What time did you guys get back?" Kirishima asked, a mouthful of food.

"Like, an hour or two ago. We would've gotten back quicker but the van ran out of gas."

"Oh shit, what did you do?"

"Had to go to a gas station and fill up the gallon. Only a couple stragglers there so we were able to kill 'em' and get back. Not many zombies on the highway, you know?" Denki shrugged. His hands were bandaged, and there was a scrape on his cheek. They all looked a little fucked up.

"You look like you got socked in the face pinky." Mina huffed at him but it was true. Her normal complexion, dark but kinda pinkish and warm, was pale, like she was an undead, and she had the nastiest ringer around her right eye. She immediately scowled.

"That's because I was."

"What, do the zombies know how to box now?" Sero chuckled.

"No, but that Shiketsu bitch I found going through our supplies does." The smile fell from his face, and that immediately had their attention.

"What?"

Mina sighed, and moved to tell the story.

"We were all fucking exhausted so we stopped to get sleep. Denki and I went to kill any zombies around and Jiro was setting up the traps and making sure we still had connection to contact the compound. I get back first and find this blondish bitch going through our shit so I immediately call her out, you know?" They nodded along and she continued.

"Anyways, she tried to run but I tackled her and we ended up fighting. I guess her teammates thought she was being attacked by zombies because they came running, and Jiro and Denki came running too and we all got in a fight. They ran but they still took like, two bags of supplies."

"And you're sure they were Shiketsu?"

Denki nodded.

"Yeah. After I punched a guy I saw those button things they wear. They all had one. It was dark so we couldn't really see their faces, but we saw those things."

Sero clicked his tongue, and stabbed his fork through his scrambled eggs.

"And we're supposed to meet these guys for an alliance?"

"What meeting? Alliance?"

"Shiketsu has been slowly expanding its territory. Commander Nedzu thinks it'll be good to join and combine what we got."

"It's not that bad an idea." Jiro shrugged, her gangly earrings swishing with her hair.

"More territory means we have more space for compounds or gardens or livestock. Make routes and expand human territory. Shiketsu got some hard hitters too, obviously, so we could go on more missions."

"And raids." The table looked at Kirishima, who didn't look up from his plate.

"Kirishima…"

"Even I'm not that suicidal sharkteeth."

"But it's viable. Slowly, we can get more ground, maybe even join other compounds. Take the city back."

"That shits not gonna happen. Not in our lifetime at least."

"Listen man," Kirishima put down his fork, a little forcefully.

"All I'm saying is that there is a chance, and I'm gonna believe in it. Gotta have some kinda hope in this fuckfest. Otherwise, what's the point of going on?"

No one really had a reply to that. They all looked at each other, haggard and tired, and continued eating.

Denki gathered the trays and bowls and utensils from everyone, and Bakugou was too tired to even protest, like he would usually do. He just nodded his thanks and Denki smiled wanly.

"Oh, did you hear if Izuku's team is back yet?"

"Hatsume received a message from them, they should be back by noon."

"They left before us, what took them so long?" Kirishima asked.

"We'll see when they get here."

With that, they separated. Men and women were split, even those with private dorms, and they each went to their respective sides, ready to catch some sleep before chores. Bakugou however made a detour, and walked the steps to the highest floor. From there he flashed his card, authority granted, and stepped outside to the roof.

It was like those rooms that castles would have for their archers, to shoot mainly unseen in case of attack. It was like that now, but with snipers instead of archers, no ceilings.

From this high up he could see plenty of the compound, the farmers starting to work in the gardens and fields and take care of the livestock, or people running to and fro carrying cargo. He was willing to bet a good chunk was what he and his team brought, and Jiro's. The sky was clear and the sun was bright, the wind crisp and choppy. But that wasn't what he was here for.

The compound had three snipers per wall. Each sniper was trained, best of the best, and took shifts watching the wall and shooting stray zombies, alerting the compound if there was a horde approaching. It was also their job to hold them off as long as they can in this case.

Bakugou walked over, quiet, careful to not disturb the other two snipers at the ends of the wall. This early in the morning all sound was echoing and loud, his breath the hiss of smoke after explosion.

He kneeled down, and gazed through the tall, vertical window.

She didn't move from her position, hands still and eyes steady. Her breathing was rhythmic and she made no sign to acknowledge his presence.

"...Theres one of those fucks right there." A blink from her wide eyed stare was the only acknowledgment. She probably already knew. One second, two, three, while the zombie approached the wall, and a bang! The thing fell dead.

She rolled her shoulder from the recoil, and went back to her gun.

"What's the score?"

"...Timothy has eight, Matthew's got twelve."

"And you?"

"Fourteen."

"That's my girl." Bakugou held out a granola bar, one of the soft ones, and she moved her head to take a bite. Bakugou brushed her hair out the way.

"How long have you been here?"

"I've been taking the deadman shift along with my normal ones." He felt a tick in his jaw.

"Fuck, you're gonna wear yourself ragged."

"I was worried about you."

She probably was. She probably watched their van leave too, from her post all the way here, and probably waited to watch them come back.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"No." Bakigou sighed and adjusted himself on his haunches, muscles aching.

"How did it go?"

"We had to travel farther into town, since most of the pharmacies were already ransacked. We got what we needed and then some, and came back."

"Got into any trouble with anybody?"

"You heard what happened with Jiro's team?"

"Nah," and now a smile spread across her face.

"Mina and Denki came out yelling and hollering as soon as they came out of the van, cause Momo was the one to come and greet them. Jiro was the only one not looking to get babied."

"Momo must've shit herself out of worry." Her lips pursed.

"Crude. Wouldn't you be worried if your lovers came back bruised and limping?"

"Jiro and Denki looked fine to me, and Mina only had a ringer. Who was limping?"

"Jiro was limping some but not too bad, I think it was just some swelling."

"Okay." They stood in the silence, feeling the morning sun's rays and the wind through their hair. She clicked her tongue and adjusted her rifle.

"What is it?"

"The wind's choppy. Its fucking up my aim, I gotta adjust constantly."

"You got that one bitch good." Already the body was being taken away by people in hazmat suits, leaving only a trail of blood that would soon to be washed away. She smirked.

"'Cause I'm just that good."

"Course you are." Bakugou held out the bar and she ate from it, eyes in front but head turned to him. When she finished he brushed his hand over her mouth, wiping away the crumbs. She kissed his thumb as he drew it back.

"What time does your shift end?"

She smiled bitterly.

"I still got an hour and some change. I'll meet you at your dorm so get outta here." Bakugou sighed, but he was tired. He stood up, and dusted himself off.

"Fine. I checked your schedule, you also got kitchen duty today, at three, so don't forget that, pistol. Hurry up so you can sleep." She smiled at the familiar nickname. This entire time, her eyes never left the distance.

"I won't baby. Get some sleep, I'll be there."

Bakugou trudged his way back to his private dorm, his body suddenly weighing twice it normally did. Which didn't say much since he could easily lift twice his body weight but he just wanted to get to bed, okay?

Sleeping in car seats or the back of a van these last couple of days, wary of zombies or stray packs of humans that could try to attack, it left him tired. He could've groaned at the softness of his bed, the clean, warm sheets and all the extra pillows that Pistol always hogged. In minutes, he was out.

He only woke up seemingly a few minutes later, by hands reaching around him, familiar and calloused. Blindly he reached, and pulled her to his side, and she latched on to him. He groaned at the warmth, but held tighter when she tried to move back.

"Oh sorry, are you in pain?"

"No, just get back here woman." She let him pull her back, but her hands skittered where his shirt had ridden up.

"You got a couple bruises. You can go to the nurses later."

"Hm."

"Get an ice pack or compress or something."

"Mmhm."

"...I was worried, y'know?" He rubs her shoulder, and she lets out this little sigh, one of those little sounds he won't stop thinking about for days afterwards. The kind of sounds he replays in his mind in every raid, every mission, every night you're not in his arms. It keeps him calm.

"I know. I'm always gonna come back though. Just gotta do what needs to be done, y'know?"

"I know."

Silence creeped back in, slow like molasses, but you've never been one for sweet.

"I'm kinda tired of just doing that though, you know. Just what needs to be done."

"The fuck you mean?" Katsuki cracked an eye open, and lifted his head a little to look down.

"No, no, it's just….is this all there's gonna be?"

"It's an apocalypse baby. Compared to the rest of the world, we're living in paradise right now. We got food, medicine, shelter, animals, clean water, weapons–"

"I know, I know!" You shoot up, till you're sitting up and staring down at him.

"I've just been….it just that, I'm …." You fumble with the words, stumbling over your tongue like two left feet on a dancefloor.

"....I'm just so tired Katsuki." Yeah, he's not having that. He pulls you up and over and sits up himself, leaning over till his forehead rests against yours.

"You've been taking too many shifts. You're burnt out."

"No, I'm–"

"Yes, you are. Or you're going to be. You've been taking the deadman shift, youre regular shift, and then breakfast duty every day since I left. On top of all the other jobs you got assigned too."

"It's easier to sleep that way. Too tired to worry."

"You do that anyway baby." He shakes his head against yours, and that makes you giggle. "I'm gonna walk you over to Granny Chiyo when we get up, get you checked up. Get you to stop asking for so many shifts."

"You're such a hypocrite Katsuki." But you bury your face in his shoulder, so he knows you're gonna give in.

"I'll get some patches too, alright? And some pain relief. Ugh. Nagging woman, is that good enough for you?"

"Yes, this will appease me for now," You chuckle. He feels the rumble through his skin.

"For now? Greedy little bugger." He mushes your face away while you laugh and try to press closer, straining your arms to reach him while he keeps you at bay. The smile on his face is delighted and sharp, and the corners twitch with every rise and snort of your laughter.

Finally, exhausted, you just grab his hand and fall back into the sheets, pressing the back of it against your cheek. You sigh again. Like a cat stretching, content and languid, like it came from somewhere deep in your chest. He feels something unwind in him.

"...I'm so glad you came back to me. Don't leave me, okay Katsuki?"

"I won't." He answers too fast, but you smile, press your mouth to his palm and mutter the words again.

"I don't know what I'd do if you left. Probably throw myself into a horde of undead or something."

"Don't fucking joke about shit like that." He grabs your face, gently of course, and turns your face to his. But you keep your eyes closed and keep smiling.

"You know Achilles and Patroclus? From the iliad? And the rewritten take? When Patroclus died Achilles gathered his ashes in an urn, which was usually the wife's job, and said to mix their ashes when he dies, so that they'll never be apart. Isn't that so romantic?"

Bakugou doesn't speak, he just watches you. You're slipping into sleep, and your breaths are slowing. You hold his wrist and rub small circles into his pulse point.

"....I'll wake you up in an hour." He'll actually wake you up in two; the mumbo jumbo coming out your mouth is proof you need it.

You don't reply, already gone. Bakugou picks you up so your head is on the right side of the bed, and follows you to sleep.

He doesn't think any urn would be enough to hold the both of you.

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He's not surprised to see how many people are here.

The captains are here automatically. Captain Aizawa, Captain Sekijiro Kan, and Captain Nemuri Kayama. They're spread around the room but he doesn't fail to notice how close they are to the windows, to Commander Nedzu. Who, in question, is preparing tea with a blasé smile on his face. His dark hair doesn't even gleam under the lights, and his eyes are purposefully kind but blank. Creepy.

Todoroki is here, and so is Ochako. Jiro. Deku is here too. Including him, it's the main team leaders.

Todoroki nods at him when he walks in, and Ochako barely does the same, steel focused and rubbing her wrists raw. Jiro smacks her hands away. It's Deku who comes up to him and pats his shoulder.

"Hey, I heard you went further downtown on your raid. Met a couple of crawlers."

"Yeah, we killed most of them before we had to abandon the place."

"Got what you needed?"

"Do you even need to ask, stupid Deku?" And he smiles, wan.

"We could've bumped into each other sometime. My team and I were downtown too."

"Why would you need to go downtown?" Deku looked tired. He couldn't have been back that long because the standard soap and disinfectant scent still clung fresh unto him. His hair was as wild as ever and bandages disappeared beneath the sleeve of his shirt. His face was pale, freckles standing stark against the pallor.

"Oi? You got hurt?"

Deku smiles, tired but reassuring.

"Just a tumble down a hill. Gravel, and stuff." Bakugou smells bullshit, but he sees the way Izuku closes himself off. He backs off.

Coincidentally, that's when Captain Hizashi walks in, with their guests in tow. It's only one adult, a lady with a bandana and mint green hair, and three others, a girl and two guys around his age. Less people than what he was suspecting.

"Shouta, how ya been! Long time no see, huh?" Captain Aizawa narrows his one remaining eye at the woman.

"Fukukado. I didn't expect you to be here."

"I came to propose my hand in marriage! Aizawa Shouta, will you-"

"No."

"Aw, not even a chance?"

"No." She deflates, but brightens up not two seconds earlier. Bakugou stands where he is, and takes in the other 'guests'.

A blonde chick, with a too deep neckline. Another blonde guy, but like, sandy blonde, with shaggy hair and somber eyes. The other…..looks like he could be Deku's older brother, or him himself, if he was taller with no freckles, and black hair. Deku 2.0 catches his eye and grins at him.

He doesn't like him.

"We expected to be entertaining Shiketsu, but it seems Ketsubutsu decided to join us." The room turns to the Commander, whose fingers tap, one by one on the tea pot, tap tap tap tap.

"Well, the more the merrier I say. Please sit! Let's start this meeting." The table is soon filled, and Bakugou is sat next to Jiro and Todoroki.

"First off, thank you for trekking all the way here for this meeting. You've shown your cooperation."

"So it was a test?" Nedzu looks at Deku 2.0, eyes gleaming.

"Yes. Your name?"

"Yo Shindo from Ketsubutsu. Head ranger."

"Pleased to meet you. And you two?"

"Camie Utsushimi! Team leader and part of communications. Shiketsu." He doesn't know where she got it or how she smuggled it in, but she blows a bubble and pops it, bright pink like her mouth.

"Nagamasa Mora. Team leader and assistant director. Shiketsu."

"And me! Captain Emi Fukukado, and Shouta's future wifey~From Ketsubutsu of course." She winks at Aizawa, who doesn't even roll his eyes, like when he catches any one of them acting stupid. It's clear they share history.

"The trek here wasn't anything arduous."

"Well, of course it wasn't." Utsushimi cuts Nagamasa off, elbows on the table.

"You didn't catch them trekking us from when we passed central?" The room quiets, and Nagamasa clears his throat.

"Yes, but I was being polite, Camie."

"But there's no need to be so stiff now, yeah?"

"It's called having tact, Camie…"

"I'd prefer if we simply got to the point of this meeting." Fukukado cuts in, spreading her hands on top of the table. Her body language was open, but less playful.

"Of course, but we were supposed to discuss an alliance with Shiketsu, and not Ketsubutsu," Captain Sekijiro grumbles. "Frankly, this meeting doesn't concern you as you shouldn't be here."

"But it does, which I'd like to bring up. But first, a proposal." This kid must've tried going for a business major, because Deku 2.0 reeks of cockiness and self importance. He even adjusts his collar for fucks sake.

"Which is?"

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu have decided to join together. We've decided to extend the offer to Yuuei, proposing an alliance, as well as a sort of joint mission between us three." He smiles, swarmy.

"Just to see how well we work together. A trial run, if you will."

Yuuei is stunned into silence and exchanges looks amongst one another.

Yuuei, Shiketsu, and Ketsubutsu were the top three schools in the country. Heavily endorsed, large grounds and campuses and funding for extracurriculars. Always rivaling one another, but Yuuei was always at the top. It's why so many people fled here when the virus spread.

First, the students and staff and their families. People in the immediate vicinity. Pets. Then Yuuei needed to strategize. They were just accepting everyone even if they have a limited food source. So they needed a plan. Yuuei was backed by water, and they built filters so they had a reliable water source.

They turned the sports fields into farms and accepted priority people; people with useful skills like plumbing or gardening or mechanics. Deku had protested. Bakugou had protested louder. "The idea of priority puts people on the scale of worth and value. All people deserved to be saved," Deku had said. "All people are worth the same. All people bring value."

What Bakugou never told him was that he saw the logic. It was an apocalypse. They needed to be smart. "All people are valued at the same worth." No, they weren't. But all people are worthy and are owed the chance to be saved. That's what he believed. Some people just saved more people than others, that's all.

Eventually, after a couple months, they were able to import a couple cows and pigs and goats, from a family who lived in the open countryside. A team had gotten lost, stranded on a scouting mission out of the city, checking radio towers, and found the family. There were only two families left there, the others were infected and they had killed them and they couldn't take care of the rest of the animals by themselves. It was a lucky break and now, nearly three years later, they have a good sized amount of cattle.

People needed a balanced diet, and vitamins could only go so far. Milk, cheese, eggs, meat–compared to other shelters having these items made them a sanctuary.

Literally. Japan's government, when they got over their collective pants shitting, started sending out the military. They declared the three schools sanctuaries. They provided weapons, and some training, and tasked them all with expanding their territory, and taking back the city and open land. A task far easier said than done, especially when the crawlers started appearing. Regular zombies could die with enough blood loss or a severed brainstem.

Crawlers needed a couple bullets to the brain, at second best. They could still come back. Only a completely severed head could make a crawler stay dead. Hard as fuck for one or two, but more than that? Essentially impossible without insane luck, skill and aim.

'I bet Pistol could do it.' Bakugou thought.

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu are allied? When did this happen?"

"Around a month ago." Fukukado smiled at Captain Nemuri.

"Guess your intelligence isn't up to speed." Hizashi's mouth twitched in a grimace but he smothered it. Jiro's grimace however was not as well hidden.

"...Midoriya." The man startled when Commander Nedzu spoke in that warm, calm voice. His hands were steepled over his cup, tea which he hadn't offered the guests.

"Yes, Commander?"

"You've only just returned from your mission. I'd like to hear your report now."

"Yes sir." Deku stood, and placed his hands behind his back, shoulders straight.

"Five days ago, my team, Mineta, Hagakure, Shoji, Aoyama, Tsuyu, and I were sent on a mission to update the markers and communication wires further downtown. It was a delicate mission, checking the wires and shelters along the way, avoiding undead hotspots." The captains nodded along as he spoke. They probably already heard all this.

"We reached the wires and spent the next few days checking and repairing the ones that were damaged. Which ones exactly are in the written report. Two days ago we upset a previously unknown undead Hotspot. Most of them were crawlers." The room tensed, and the guests who were lax and listening, tensed and straightened.

"Mineta and Aoyama are some of the best marksmen we have. They held them back while Shoji cut the ones that got past. Tsuyu and I rushed to replace the wire we were on, and then we joined the others and brought down the pack. Hagakure held down the van."

"Hah? Really? You guys took down a pack of crawlers?" Yo Shindo laughed, staring down Deku like a kid telling a tall tale. Bakugou sneered.

"It takes our captains a hard time with a couple of crawlers, and I bet yours too. But a group of dropout college students somehow took down a pack? Stop the bullshit," He laughed.

Deku stared at him, and yeah, the resemblance was fucking creepy. Without a word or preamble, he took off his shirt, and the muscle tee underneath.

He had plenty of scars, they all did, but what caught Bakugou's attention was the bruise patches all along his back and ribs, the bandages wrapped around his waist, blood peeking through. He unwrapped the one on his left bicep, and a gasp hissed through his teeth.

"A crawler bit me. Tsuyu cut the flesh away and disinfected it as fast as she could. I got proper treatment when we got back."

The wound was closed, the stitches were precise and uniform, but red and deep and angry, it would leave a deep dark scar. The kind with ridges and bumps and dips and edges that looked shiny in the light. It looked vicious.

Tsuyu didn't have to just cut the flesh away. She had to dig, and carve below the infected flesh just to make sure she got it all. He could've died from crawler, or regular infection, shock, bloodloss. Or even hitting his head wring tumbling down a hill.

Deku's green eyes, bright and uncanny, met Shindo's.

"Of course, we all wore our body cams too so we have footage, though that's confidential. You'll need to be a part of support and communications, or fill out a form to see them." Shindo kept eye contact, but his jaw ticked when he swallowed. Ochako stood and helped rebandage the wound with a soft glare, and Deku met his eyes when he redressed.

"I did fall down a hill. I just forgot to tell you it was with a crawler biting into me."

"If an undead doesn't kill you Izuku I fucking will." He seethed, soft under his breath. Deku's face folds into that wan smile again. He looks like Auntie Inko.

"Yeah, I know."

"Bakugou's team also ran into some crawlers at a downtown pharmacy, so Aizawa told me," Commander Nedzu says.

"The front was already raided, so they moved further to the back, where they were. Crawlers prefer places long abandoned. Old apartment buildings, department stores and the like. The rise of crawlers in these recently raided, inhabited, or otherwise open spaces is odd. I'm sure you both have your concerns as well.

"Does this joint mission address these concerns?" Before Fukukado went on he asked,

"Does anyone in your alliance have the skills to take down a crawler? A pack of crawlers, if the situation should ever arise, again? Can any one of you deal with a crawler bite immediately? Intelligence tells me that neither of you have been going out on raids often." The Commander cut a look towards Fukukado.

"We've been finalizing the terms and conditions of our alliance," Nagamasa supplied.

"Yeah. And we thought we could set up a communicative wire in between Shiketsu and Yuuei actually. We're building one between Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu now." Utsushimi lolls her head.

"Even if we don't align, communication would still be ideal."

"Eradicating a couple known undead hotspots would also do some good, we could see how well we'd all work together." Fukukado waved her hands. What a clown.

"Nagamasa, yes? That folder you brought, what is it?" Captain Nemuri smiles encouragingly.

"Potential teams we could make, highlighting certain strengths and attributes."

"Hand it over, please?" He did, and Captain Hizashi moved to read over her shoulder.

"...How did you know Yaoyorozu and Jiro were in Communications?" Heads snapped up, and they shrugged.

"I was a traveling Substitute teacher, remember Shouta? I can guess how you utilized your kids." For the first time Shouta's face fell into irritation, and his eyes burned into Fukukado, who just smiled. Her eyes were sharp like knives, which Bakugou was sure she had hidden on her. Knives don't always have to be metal. They just had to be sharp.

"It's not like the kids are all complete strangers. Before the bullshit people would go places and meet people, like the central mall, or the parks, internships, regular ol' jobs, that sort of stuff. It's easy enough to guess."

It was a plausible enough excuse. Even he knew a couple people from the two schools. Bakugou turned his head, and caught Jiro, sitting stock still.

She was staring holes into the Utsushimi girl's skull, hands fisted under the table. The girl met her eyes, mildly confused, and they were in a sort of stare off.

Suddenly her eyes widened, and she smiled, slow. She blew a bubble, big and slow, and popped it, swiping her tongue out to collect it back into her mouth. It set off his anger meter, petty bubblegum cheerleader chicks like this one always did, and he scowled as she just smiled at Jiro. He had a guess to who she was.

"Yeah, you, we met before. You remember me. You were the one caught stealing from our van."

"Well, I am a team leader. I had to take an initiative and go for it. Make an example of myself, you know?" She didn't even try to deny it.

"Couldn't get your own shit? Had to be a thief and steal?"

"Aren't you technically stealing from everyone by taking from all these stores and pharmacies?" The girl huffed, her pout fading and something more genuine crossing her face. Irritation.

"I know you allow shelters in your territory for the people who don't want to align, but how much do you really give them? You raid and hog everything so people are forced to depend on you. I was just tipping the scales a little." That bubblegum fake smile was put back in place, and she waved her painted fingers at jiro.

"Be grateful your friend only got a black eye. And you, you only got a little bruise on your cheek! My team could have shot you, thinking you were undead."

"But that's not true, right?" Todoroki spoke for the first time, dual eyes zeroed in on the chick.

"You probably scouted them for a while and waited for them to run surveillance. Otherwise you all would have approached cautiously with weapons on hand.

"If you weren't sure if the van had undead, then that's what you would have done. If you did suspect and still went alone, that's just plain idiocy. Your team could have lost their leader." Todoroki looked her over, evaluating.

"And I don't think you're that dumb. You don't look stupid."

"Like you can tell." Bakugou muttered under his breath.

"I can. And she's not it." He still was staring her down with his two colored eyes.

"She saw the emblem on the van. She tracked them and waited to attack. She chose her steps carefully. It was all premeditated."

Utsushimi whistled and clasped her hands together, eyes lighting up.

"Wow, you're so smart! And you're like, super duper gorgeous, like, super model gorgeous. Wanna go on a date?"

"No."

"You're sure? I can make it worth your while…"

"Anyways," Captain Aizawa cut her off, the resemblance to another woman in the room probably made him antsy.

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu have made an alliance, and wish to extend the offer to Yuuei. Is that right?"

"Exactly." The four spoke at once, like it was rehearsed. Bakugou couldn't keep the sneer off his face, he was sure he looked like an asshole, but fuck that.

"You worry about our skill, but of course we have members that are skilled enough to deal with crawlers. Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu were not that far apart in terms of prestige." Nagamasa supplied.

"All three schools after all had elite students and faculty, so it's to be expected."

"Expected, but not assured. But that was before the apocalypse." Commander Nedzu spoke as he leaned forward, smile and clasped hands and all.

"Of course, we all had our fair share of exceptional students and teachers in our facilities. Our little rivalry was going strong, and for good reason. But this is the apocalypse and we are not students and teachers anymore." His eyes flashed, dangerous, soft.

"We are Captains. Lieutenants. Leaders. Rangers, scouts, foragers, doctors and cooks and nurses and stable hands and Commanders." Finally he unclasped his hands and raised his cup to his mouth. He frowned a hint, before dropping two sugar cubes in the tea.

"And I'm sure you both have your fair share of those, especially after merging together, so I'll leave you two to figure those sorts of things out on your own. To get yourselves situated." He shrugged. He was a small man, but there was nothing small about the way his smile stayed, but the warm (and fake) geniality faded with each word from his lips.

"After all, this meeting was for a discussion between my captains and team leaders and Shiketsu, and not a jokester and a couple of college dropouts and a thief. So if you may, I'd prefer someone more competent in the next meeting, which I will send a date for. I'll let Ketsubutsu attend next time if I'm feeling gracious. This meeting is adjourned."

Yuuei, Captains and leaders, immediately sprung up into salute, and Captain Hizashi immediately walked around the table to escort the four guests out.

Only the Utsushimi girl looked unaffected, poping her bubble with her arms above her head. Fukukado just pouted, while the guys grumbled and glared, with their hurt pride. Utsushimi shot a wink at Todoroki before she left, and there was an obvious release of tension once they left the room.

Captain Kan scoffed.

"What kind of power play was that? If they were going to try something so stupid they should have sent their Captains instead of children." He huffed.

"You seem to know that woman, Fukukado, right Aizawa?" Captain Aizawa sighed and rubbed his temples.

"We went to the same community college before we transferred to separate universities."

"She seems to have a crush on you huh-"

"Don't start Nemuri." Todoroki came up to his elbow. He didn't speak but he had that blank, expectant look on his face like he expected Bakugou to just read his mind.

"The fuck is it icyhot?" He tilts his head for him to follow, and he does, but not without grumbling.

Icyhot turns to him when they reach a private corner of the room.

"If this is about the blonde chick I don't want to hear it."

"What? No, I'm not talking about her. It's about the raids you and Midoriya went on. The crawlers."

"What about them?"

"My team and Ochako's noticed a few weeks back that people have been going missing from the unaffiliated camps around the borders. We couldn't check Shiketsu much less Ketsubutsu, but they looked dwindled too. I think…I think the disappearance of these people, and the hotspots has something to do with the crawlers."

"...Well fuck Icyhot, that's a crazy conclusion to come up to. You told the captains?"

"Told them, but they said that it's just a far-fetched theory. Hatsume in research and development said that it makes sense though." He sighs. "But she's been crazy since before the break."

"Why the hell are you telling me this?"

"Because most likely you're the one who'll be sent when Yuuei reaches out to Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu again," Todoroki grit his teeth.

"Deku is injured and Ochako and Jiro are on mandatory leave. And you know my Father doesn't want to send me out with all this...activity." he grit out.

Enji Todoroki, a long lasting politician. A ruthless man who was pushing his children to join the military and rise the ranks. His wife was institutionalized before the break, and her hospital was overrun by zombies. The eldest son, Touya, rushed in to try and save her, but his body was never recovered. Neither of them were.

"He thinks he's protecting me. Now," he scoffed,"now after all these years…"

"At least he's trying. Making shitty amends for how he raised you lot growing up, yeah? Better now then never. Late paternal instincts I guess."

"How is what he's doing to us any different than what he did to my mother?" His voice was so stone cold Bakugou almost expected mist to come from his breath. Bakugou shrugged. He didn't know. He was just sick of this meeting already. He still had work to do.

"Hell if I know icyhot. But if you go along with his shit, at least for now, he might ease up or somethin'. He's one of our main benefactors so we can't lose his support." He pats his shoulder, kind of awkward, but Todoroki showed no sign of acknowledgement. He started to walk away.

"I'll fight to be put on the roster, but there's no guarantee. Enji has been trying to transfer me permanently to support and management."

"Stay on point, Bakugou." He smirked.

"When do I never?"

#riseofthedead🧟‍♂️collab #my stuff #my writing #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #writing collab #collab #series #long fic #bakugou x you #katsuki x you #Sniper!reader #female reader #zombie au #zombie #zombie apocalypse #mha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader #mha collab #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x reader #no quirks au #bnha

[eggsdrawings]

pine trees and sunscreen (krbk, 138k, multichapter)

Bakugou ends up at some crummy, rundown summer camp for the next seven weeks, and he hates everything about it. Well, everything except the red-haired idiot that is entirely too determined to befriend him.

now completed!

#bnha #krbk #kiribaku #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #halfway thru the fic!!!! scrambling to finish editing the ending so that everything posts on time #long fic. Im gonna stick to shorter ones from now on. my lord #eggsdrawings #eggswritings

[gardenofnoah]

until the wheels fall off

summary: you’ve all worked hard to see your dream come to fruition—but nothing can last forever, and there’s poison in the water that runs deeper than you knew. it doesn’t matter what katsuki says—everyone has a limit, and you seem hell bent on finding his.

wc: 11k, crossposted to AO3

tags: band!au, drummer!bkg, denki and shinsou play the guitar, vocalist!reader, reader drinks to cope, absent parent/abandonment, jealousy, smut, hurt/comfort, childhood best friends to lovers (hints at soulmates but no direct mention of it), fluff, anxiety, mentions of vomit, happy ending♡

You don’t know when it started. Part of you believes it’s always been there–as innate as the knowledge of breathing. Loving him was too involuntary to have ever been given a choice at whether you’d be wise in doing it.

You snort at the thought–how cliché.

You watch him from the other end of the bar and your throat burns as the whiskey slips down it. It’s become a nightly ritual for you all, though maybe it shouldn’t–tracking down the dingiest, little hole-in-the-wall bars you can find in the city you’re in for the night. Wake up, drive, showtime, drink time–every night for the last month. You should be grateful that your little quartet has gotten enough recognition in the last few years to be able to pull off a headlining tour, and you are. You’re just–feeling a little hollow, too.

Katsuki is how he always is–indifferent to the women surrounding him, nursing a beer and leaning over to mutter something to Denki over the noise of the cooing and fawning–and something about it makes you burn. You want to believe that you are nostalgic for the time long past, when it was just the four of you, coming up through the underground, trying to make a name for yourselves.

You know that’s not it, though.

You burn because he’s yours, and you feel monumentally foolish at the possessiveness that tears you up on the inside. You fight fire with fire and take another swig, chasing the way your nerves will dull by the time the drink runs empty. There’s no reason for jealousy–these are your fans, the ones you’ve all worked so hard to attract–and yet.

Or maybe it’s because he’s not yours–not really. This band was the joint dream of the two of you–started in your mother’s basement when you were children. Tiny noisemakers that only wanted to play, who grew and learned and realized that what you could do together had the potential to really be something. You pulled in Denki and Shinsou, and then it became what it is now–the up and coming indie band reaching more milestones than you ever thought it would. But the more you reach, the more you feel the need to sink your claws into him–to tether him to you. It strikes you as a little ironic that you’ve worked as hard as you have, only to be the thing that wishes to hold him back.

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The first time you were truly recognized was a shock to you all–you had been huddled in the living room of your shitty little apartment–writing, planning, daydreaming–when you got the call from your newly-acquired manager that your last single had been added to the Spotify artists to watch playlist. Denki hooped and hollered, clamoring over Shinsou in his excitement, when you felt the weight of strong arms pulling you back into a broad chest. Katsuki said nothing, just rested his chin on your head while you both watched Denki victimize your poor bandmate, and you found that you cared more for the feeling of the embrace of your childhood best friend than you did the recognition you’d worked so hard for.

It was then that you realized you were well and truly fucked.

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Two years later, here you are–nursing a too-strong drink in the corner of a bar you don’t know the name of. Shinsou sits to your right, and watches you watch Katsuki for longer than any friend should. He clears his throat and you jump, having completely forgotten he was there.

“You know,” he starts, leaning in closer to you so he doesn’t have to shout over the noise, “You could just tell him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes as he tips back his own beer. “Sure,” he says, setting it down on the bartop with a soft clink, “and I was born yesterday.”

Stupid, idiot Shinsou, with his too-honed people reading skills, figured out your infatuation with your bandmate far earlier than even you did. He’d kept it between the two of you, and you were grateful for it. Even if he still pestered you about it when the opportunity presented itself.

“I’m just saying–it’s not like the feeling isn’t mutual.”

“You don’t know that,” you say too sharply.

“Oh, please,” he waves a hand, dismissing you and your sudden hostility, “We’re around each other constantly. Whatever shit you guys have going on is damn near suffocating.”

You don’t believe him. It’s always been different with you and Katsuki, because you’ve just always had each other. You quite literally haven’t gone a day without him–your mothers were next door neighbors and close friends, so it was either your house or his, every day. That kind of proximity gave way to a friendship that was, and is still, unlike your other relationships. And when you started writing songs together, that brought you even closer–exchanging pieces of yourselves with each other to create something meaningful to both of you. There was never an opportunity to hide, to withdraw–you had always bared yourselves to one another. For some reason, laying yourself down at his feet made more sense than anything else ever did.

You wave a hand at the bartender, motioning for another drink. Shinsou eyes you, and you ignore it, not wanting to hear the lecture about how you’ve had enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him focus on something above your head, and your stomach drops at the grin that spreads across his face.

“Here comes your leash,” he whispers to you, kicking your shin softly under the bar. You don’t have time to retort–a heavy weight against your back cuts you off.

“Fuck are you doin’?” Katuski mutters into your ear, leaning against you, forcing you to brace yourself with a hand against the bar. There’s no heat in his words, but there’s something else–something that makes your chest squeeze when you realize it might be concern.

“Ordering a drink,” you tell him plainly, like there’s no reason he should be asking you that. Nevermind that it’s a little slurred when it comes out of your mouth.

“How many have you had?”

“I–uh. Two.”

He looks at Shinsou for confirmation, who only shakes his head. He lets out a heavy sigh, holding out a hand in front of the bartender, stopping them from setting the drink down.

“No more. We’re leaving.”

He ignores your arguments and all but hauls you off the bar stool, dragging you outside with Denki and Shinsou. You berate him until you step outside–the cold air making you shiver, cutting off your complaints. He throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he leads you back to the tour bus parked down a few blocks. Your hazy mind tells you to press further into the warmth of his body, but you have enough sense to stop that thought before it becomes an action. You hear his voice in your ear and fight the urge to close your eyes.

“What’s been goin’ on with you?”

The cold is sobering, but not nearly enough to make it easy to have this conversation. Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth and to speak feels like too much effort, so you manage a little hm? in response, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. You wonder who allowed such an uneven sidewalk to be put here as you stumble over it.

Katuski’s grip on you tightens. You think you hear his teeth crunch together with the way he grits them before relaxing his jaw. You wonder if it’s out of anger, and if he’s been shoving it down for a while.

“Why’ve you been drinking so much?”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” you say through a hiccup, and you realize that it’s for the second time tonight. Deny until it’s true, you think. Deny until you believe it, too.

That stops him in his tracks, and you hear Denki and Shinsou stop behind you.

“Go on,” Katuski tells them over his shoulder, “we’ll be there in a minute.”

You watch them walk ahead, whispering lowly to each other. You get the sneaking suspicion that they’re talking about the two of you, and then you laugh a little, because of course they are. Katsuki waits until they’re out of sight, and then turns you–a little abruptly, making your head spin–to face him. You want to shrink from his stare, because he’s never looked at you like this and it stings like a slap.

“Listen, if this is too much for you and you need to stop, we can. M’not gonna to watch you–”

“Kat,” you cut him off, mustering all of your consciousness to speak clearly, “I’m fine. Just had a little too much tonight, that’s all.”

He eyes you, clearly not convinced. “It’s not just tonight. You’ve been doin’ this–”

“I said I’m fine,” you say, and you can’t help the edge in your voice. You pause and suck in a breath, a last ditch effort to compose yourself. Knowing that it might work on anyone else, but not the man who has you by the shoulders right now. You try anyway.

“Really,” you tell him, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrist and feeling the muscle strain underneath them. Wondering distantly if he knows that his grip might be bruising. Or you think it would be, if you could feel it. “I promise I’m okay. Thanks for checking on me.”

He holds your gaze for a long while, and you hope he’s not looking too deeply into you. Hope that he could go easy on you, just this once.

“M’gonna be watching you,” he warns, but his voice is soft. You smile at him, and it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I’d hope so.”

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There’s something that happens when you’re on stage. You’ve never been able to put it into words. Before you’d all had your taste of the limelight, you were terrified of it–terrified of opening yourself up to a crowd of people, displaying your insides like a sick game of show-and-tell while they looked on. And for a while, it was hard–you leaned on the boys considerably to help you through it.

Now, years later, things are different. You still need your boys–just not in the same way.

Waiting in the wings, you feel it again–the calm that settles over you like a thick blanket. You close your eyes, letting the guitar riffs that Shinsou and Denki play wash over you. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve heard them play it–the opener is always your favorite part. You feel like you are drifting through a bottomless ocean–just floating, willingly exposed and vulnerable. Your music is just that–ethereal, unsettling. Like you feel yourself getting comfortable but shouldn’t.

You feel the heavy beat begin from Katsuki, and you open your eyes.

From where you stand, you’re able to see the complete profile of him. It never fails to leave you a little breathless–for someone that is always set on a hair trigger, watching him settle into a place of serenity while he plays has always captivated you. The tension he holds so closely leaves him almost entirely– his body moves intuitively, and you think he could play just as well in the dark. You begin your own walk to the front of the stage, mourning the sight at your back. Lamenting that you should’ve made the intro to this song way, way longer.

The crowd lets out a collective cheer at your approach, and it never fails to make you smile. All at once it feels like coming home–the show-and-tell feeling turning into a mutual give and take between you and those in front of you. When you reach for your microphone and begin, it’s less of a performance and more of a conversation–calling in every single person in the audience, and inviting them into the story you’re weaving. It helps that this venue is as beautiful as it is–tall arches and ornate woodwork allow you to slip further into the character you’ve carefully crafted. Something opens inside of you, and you have no qualms about letting it out to roam freely.

Tonight is a good night, and you all feel it. The song wraps up and you turn to face the boys, immediately laughing at the overzealous thumbs up Denki gives you. Shinsou nods at you approvingly, and when you meet Katsuki’s gaze, it nearly knocks you breathless. He’s wide open and you can see it in his face. He holds you there for what feels like forever, and you have to reach back to grab at the microphone stand to steady yourself. He’s seemingly forgiven your trespasses from last night, the look of concern having given way to something approaching adoration. He mouths a small you okay? and you swear you hear it inside your head like he’s right next to you. You grin at him, showing your teeth as you nod your head. He rewards you with that tiny, devastating smirk on that stupid, beautiful face and you turn on your heel, shaking your head to snap out of it.

“Anyway…” you drawl into the mic, pulling the shawl you wear into yourself dramatically and laughing a little at the knowing whistles from the crowd, “how are we doing tonight?”

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“What was that?” Denki all but screeches, shaking you by the shoulders as you all walk out of the venue. He’s nearly jumping up and down on the sidewalk in his excitement, and it’s so infectious that you feel it start to move through you, too.

“Dude,“ he says, very serious in his expression, still both grabbing and pushing at you like he can’t contain the feeling inside his body–or even decide what that feeling is– “you were on fuckin’ fire!”

You laugh at that, feeling a little bashful. It was still jarring, even now–when the lights go out, you return to the person you were before. Everything has changed and everything is still the same as it always was. It feels too much like a rough comedown.

“You guys were great,” you say, and you mean it, “I’m only as good as you are.”

“Nah,” Shinsou’s voice comes from behind, trapping a still-bubbling Denki in a headlock to get him off of you, “Denki sucked. Something was different tonight with you.”

Shinsou ignores the indignant hey! from the man in his grasp as he tows him down the street, creating some distance between the two of them and you and Katsuki. You don’t doubt for a second that he’s doing it on purpose. For as sharp-edged and painfully honest as Shinsou might be, he really could be a great wingman.

Like you’ve summoned him with your thoughts, Katsuki’s matching your stride beside you. He pulls your arm toward him, looping it though his own.

“They’re right, you know.”

“Yeah?” you smile up at him, wiggling your eyebrows a little bit. “Gonna sing your praises to me, too?”

His free hand comes up to cover your face, pushing you away from him, despite your arm still looped in his. He lets out the most dramatic noise of disgust you’ve ever heard when you stick your tongue out to lick his palm.

“God, you’re gross,” he shakes his head, but he’s smiling, and you think you’d do it a hundred more times if it meant you could see him like this again.

It’s quiet between you as you walk–comfortably so. You let yourself lean into his side a little bit, just to see if he’ll shove you off–if he thinks you’re messing with him. He doesn’t, so you stay.

“Do you ever worry?” you ask suddenly, shaking yourself from your reverie with a question you didn’t know you wanted an answer to.

“Mm?”

“About, like…the sustainability of this. Like it’s great, of course. It’s awesome that we have this momentum now. But it can’t last forever, right?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can feel him thinking it over. You keep walking, arm through his, and you focus on the cloud of steam your breath releases into the cold in front of you–suddenly a little nervous to hear his response.

“It probably won’t last forever,” he says, with a confidence that jars you a bit, “but it doesn’t have to.”

He says it with such finality that you’re not sure how to respond. You’re torn from your thoughts when he pulls you to a stop next to him.

“Hey,” he calls to you gently, and you meet his gaze. He has that look again from before, except there’s no crowd here to pull you away from it. You have no choice but to surrender to it.

“I’m ridin’ this train til the wheels fall off,” he grins, holding out a pinky to you in a gesture that has something inside you mourning over the days of childhood pinky promises long behind you, “me and you til then, yeah?”

You wrap your pinky around his, smiling softly. “Til the wheels fall off.”

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It’s unfortunate, the way you test the strength of that promise weeks later.

You’ve all just wrapped up the last show of the tour, back again in some random, back alley bar. Denki had suggested it and Katsuki had protested, clearly wishing to avoid a repeat of your last few experiences. You’d waved him off, telling him it’d be good to get out one last time. He and Shinsou had exchanged looks, no doubt some silent agreement assigning the purple haired man to babysit you all night. So be it, you’d thought. You’d be fine.

An hour in, you realize that you definitely won’t be fine.

You and Shinsou sit at one end of the bar–he’s drawing diagrams on a napkin, which are supposedly guitar tabs but look to you like a foreign language. All at once you feel an acute sense of anxiety–one you’d been feeling over the length of the tour, that is apparently coming to a head right now.

You flag the bartender down for another drink–straight liquor, your second of the last hour. Shinsou clears his throat next to you.

“You think that’s a good idea?” he asks lowly, trying and failing to catch your eyes.

You wave him off, not bothering with a reply as you take a too-big sip of your now full drink. It doesn’t have the effect that you’d hoped for, and you feel the anxiety climb higher still up your throat.

It’s not clear to you at first why you feel like this–you know tomorrow you will go home and start thinking about new music, the next project, like you always do. But there’s also the sinking feeling that you’ll be alone for the first time in two months.

At some point in the last few years, the four of you had made enough money to find your own living spaces. You’re still close–you all live in the same building–but there are far more walls, literal and metaphorical, that separate you now. The boys all have side gigs and brand deals, things separate from you.

You have this. You have put the entirety of your being into this band, and it is all you have.

There’s part of you that fears the end will come sooner for you than the rest–that the decision to put all of your eggs in this particular basket was the wrong one. Not because you feel any sense of regret, but because there is a part of you that fears the inevitable abandonment, should any of the boys start to feel like they have nothing left to give to you.

Rationally, you know it’s not true. You know that the commitments they have made to you and the band are genuine and strong. You know that Katsuki does not make promises he can’t keep.

But right now, you’re wound up and unpleasantly drunk, and when you turn to your left, you see Katsuki with a woman you’ve never seen before. You don’t look at her face—you don’t care to, because you are so fixated on Katsuki’s. For the first time, he’s not immediately indifferent–he even looks mildly interested, talking low with heads tilted toward one another in a display that looks sickeningly intimate while she shows him something on her phone, and something inside you shatters.

You tip the rest of your drink back, and order another.

“Whoa, hey,” Shinsou’s voice comes from your left, sounding genuinely startled now. “What are you doing?”

You feel the break outwardly, like it’s done its damage on the inside and is now trying to find a way out. Shinsou follows your gaze toward Katsuki’s seat, immediately understanding.

“Stop,” he tells you, in a firmness you haven’t heard before, “You don’t know what that is.”

You shake your head, smiling a little, but it’s sad and broken and stuns Shinsou silent. You throw your full-again drink back with a speed that nearly triggers your gag reflex. You bow your head for a moment, taking a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself. Nevermind the spinning walls around you. It all has to come down sometime.

“What’s it matter?” you ask, a little too loudly, “It wasn’t going to last forever.”

You know that the last drink was a mistake when you nearly topple over yourself trying to get down from the barstool. Shinsou grabs your arm to steady you and you wrench away from him, throwing yourself off balance again. You hear him hiss at you to be careful, and then that people are staring, but it’s too late. It happens slowly, which you find strange–you’re falling and then you’re not, and instead someone has you by your armpits, all but dragging you outside. You don’t realize you’re standing upright until Katsuki is in front of you–glaring down at you, all anger and something far worse–something that looks a lot like disappointment.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spits out, and it’s all you can do to stare at him, because everything is still spinning and for as angry as he’s always been, it’s never, ever been pointed at you.

You can’t get your mouth to catch up with your brain, and then it doesn’t matter at all because you realize with startling clarity that you’re going to vomit. You have the wherewithal to lurch into the nearby alley, and it’s a struggle to keep yourself upright–bracing yourself on the slimy, damp brick of the building in front of you while you empty your stomach onto the street.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hear beside you, and everything is fuzzy–you lean your forehead against the wall in front of you, trying to find some semblance of equilibrium. You feel the weight of your hair lift from your neck, but you can’t get your mouth to form a thank you.

It’s another five minutes before you’re confident that your stomach has settled. You push off the wall, slowly, testing out your balance. It’s still shit, as it turns out–Katsuki catches you as you sway a little too far to the right. You feel a little like a scruffed kitten, and that makes you laugh, only it comes out choked because you feel tears coming and there’s no defense left to stop them.

“What is goin’ on with you?” he asks, still incredulous but subdued now, bringing a thumb up to swipe at your tears. He’s soft again in the way that’s familiar to you, and that makes it hard to stop the wobble of your lip or the whimper that punches its way out of your mouth.

“Oi,” he half-barks, now closer to you—letting you lean into his chest to keep you steady. He brings a hand up to hold the back of your head and you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling sick again. Knowing it has nothing to do with the alcohol.

“Start talkin’,” and you know it’s not a suggestion, and you think that it’s so unfair that he couldn’t wait until morning to ask you this, when you’d certainly be a little more guarded. But he doesn’t, and you think that it’s on purpose, and you know you can’t stop yourself.

“You’re…gonna leave me,” you whimper, and it comes out slurred and broken and so pathetic–you almost wish you were still puking because it would be less mortifying than this, “you all–you’ll all leave and,” you cut yourself off with a stuttered breath, “I’ll be by myself again.”

And you don’t dare look at him right now, so you stand there with your eyes closed, pressing your forehead into his collarbone, praying that the earth opens wide and swallows you whole. It occurs to you a moment later that he’s still holding you there, and he hasn’t said anything. It’s another before you hear him sigh–deeply, like it’s effort, and then your feet aren’t touching the ground anymore. He maneuvers you onto his back, ignoring your weak groans of protest.

“You need to hold on,” he tells you over his shoulder.

You try your best to–your arms circle around his neck, but it feels like all of the strength has left your body. He leans forward to compensate, making sure you don’t fall off of him. He starts walking, and your brain catches up enough to realize after a few moments that he’s not walking toward the bus.

“Where’re we going?”

“Hotel down the street,” he grits out, and it’s short in a way that is so wounding it startles the breath out of you. You put your head down on his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut tight, pleading with yourself not to start crying again. If he feels the tears soaking into his shirt, he doesn’t say anything, and you suppose you can be grateful for that.

He doesn’t say anything the whole way there. He walks into the lobby with you still on his back, and you look anywhere but the concierge, a little more sober than you were before and wholly embarrassed. Katsuki hauls you up the stairs to the third floor, opens the door and sets you on the bed. He mutters a quick don’t move and promptly turns, walking away from you and out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

The sound of him walking away seems horrifically amplified–the sound of his footsteps reverberating inside your skull until they fade away. If there was ever a time to feel alone, it’s right now, and you can’t fight the fresh wave of tears that crests so suddenly that it’s startling, even if you knew it was coming. All at once you are 6 years old again, crying for a man that walks away and does not come back.

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When Katsuki opens the door again, it startles you awake. You have no idea how much time has passed–it certainly felt like hours. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, it reads 1:45am–so you suppose it couldn’t have been that long. He has a large, plastic grocery bag with him now, and he sets it on the bed next to you, rummaging through it.

“Where’s Denki and Shinsou?” you ask quietly, feeling far too sober and deeply unsettled.

“Took the bus back,” he says matter of factly. He pulls out a sweatshirt and sweatpants that are not yours, and sets them on your lap.

“So–how are we…?”

He pauses, turning his head to look you full in the face. You lean back minutely, needing to pull away from him. The shame comes off you in waves.

“You and I are flying home tomorrow.”

And you say nothing, terribly confused and a little afraid. He sees this on your face and sighs, moving the bag to sit beside you on the bed.

“Whatever this is, the shit you’ve been doing–” he cuts himself off and takes a breath in, like he’s trying to compose himself. He takes in another breath, and tries again.

“Think it’d be good for us to go home for a few days. M’sure my old hag misses you.”

Your mind feels like a thousand puzzle pieces, twisting and sliding past each other. It takes several silent moments before your pieces click, and when they do, the reality is devastating.

He’s taking you home because he can’t deal with this anymore. Because he has nothing left to give you.

“Katsuki,” you choke out, reaching for him across the bed. He takes your hand in his, pulling it to his lap and squeezing gently.

“I know,” he murmurs, gently, like he’s trying to placate you, “I know. We’ll figure it out.”

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You blink slowly back into consciousness when you hear shuffling somewhere in the room. You turn your head, and the clock reads 9:36AM. You know immediately that Katsuki has been up for hours. You try to raise your head to look for him, and the pain in your skull is so shocking that you gasp, dropping back down into the pillow.

“Here,” Katsuki says from above you, and you crack an eye open to see his palm outstretched, two little tablets tucked inside. You take them gratefully and then grab the glass of water from his other hand, gulping them down without a semblance of grace. The inside of your mouth is gritty and it makes your stomach turn again, despite nothing being in it.

“When are we leaving?” you rasp, not really willing to look at him yet.

“Two hours,” he says, setting a bag on the nightstand next to your head, “there’s breakfast in there, if you want it. You should shower.”

You grimace at that–you don’t think you’ll ever want to eat again. You concede that you probably do stink to death of booze–you sit up, carefully this time, and grab for the sweatset he’d left on the bed last night. It dawns on you that only your side of the bed is disheveled.

“Where did you sleep last night?”

He turns his head to look at you, and the look on his face brings on a new wave of shame that you feel physically. He doesn’t answer–you find that it might be better if you don’t know, because if you did, then you’d know you haven’t asked the right question. You get up without a word and walk into the bathroom, letting the door click shut behind you.

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You move through the rest of the morning like a zombie, and you barely register that time has passed at all until you look up and notice that you’re on the airplane. You wonder how you’re even here right now, considering you had none of your things with you when you left the bar last night, but Katsuki has a bag with him that he didn’t before, so you figure he’s got it covered. He’s taken the window seat next to you, and you wonder if it’s because he knows you hate flying. You pull the hood of the sweatshirt that’s not yours up over your head, tightening the strings around your face, not too keen on the chance of anyone recognizing you in this sorry state. The plane begins to move and your breathing picks up, which is embarrassing because of all of the things to make you anxious in the last 24 hours, it feels unnecessary for this to top the list. You try to take in a few deep breaths, and it seems to make the feeling worse. You’re damn near ready to come out of your skin and the plane hasn’t even left the ground yet.

You hear movement next to you–what sounds like plastic clicking together, and then Katsuki has you in his arms–cradling your head into the crook of his neck. The hard underside of the arm rest he’s evidently moved up presses uncomfortably into your side, but you let him hold you because you need it more than anything right now.

“You’re alright,” you feel him press a kiss into the fabric covering your head and it feels so much like grief that you can taste it yourself, “I got you.”

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He drops you off in front of your mother’s door in a car that isn’t his a few hours later. You haven’t said a word since before you boarded the plane, and he holds an arm out to stop you from getting out of the car. You turn to look at him, and his face is devoid of almost all emotion. You wonder for whose sake it is that he’s doing that.

“I’ll come over for dinner,” he offers, like it’s a consolation prize. You’d look forward to it if this were any other scenario, but right now it just feels like pity. You shake your head.

“I’ll call you in the morning,” you tell him, and you look down at the arm that’s still extended toward you. He doesn’t move it.

“Oi,” he whispers, prompting you to look at him.

“Til the wheels fall off,” murmured when you do.

You sniff at that, eyes shut tight and nodding sharply because that’s all you can do right now. He squeezes your knee and lets you go.

When you get out of the car, you realize that it’s been a while since you stood on your own.

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The reunion with your mother brings fresh tears and hugs that you didn’t realize you missed as badly as you did. She all but drags you inside, shoving you into a seat at the kitchen table. You realize that she knew you were coming, and you wonder if she knows why.

After a moment, she sets a mug of tea down in front of you and takes a seat across from you. You close your eyes and breathe in the aromatic steam, suddenly feeling incredibly homesick despite literally sitting in it. You open your eyes when you feel her hand circle around yours.

“My baby,” she says softly, brushing a thumb over your knuckles, “what’s going on?”

“Oh, mom,” you choke out, pulling away to drop your face into your hands. You hear her drag her chair closer to yours, pulling you into her arms when she’s close enough. She pulls your hood down to run her fingers through your hair, gently cooing to you until your sobs turn into quiet sniffles.

“I don’t know where to start,” you rasp after a moment, sitting up and wiping your eyes with your sleeve. She keeps the proximity, running a hand up and down your back.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

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It’s hard to talk about it with your mother. You are terrified of the disappointment–by all accounts it would definitely seem that you deserve it, but it doesn’t come. She sits next to you, rubbing your back and fussing over hairs that hang in your face while you spill your guts onto the table: the fear, the abandonment, the numbing that took it all away until it didn’t. The loneliness that cuts you deeper than you ever thought it could.

“What about our boys?” she asks then, and you smile a little at the way she says it. You know that she loves them as much as you do, which is a funny sight to see–three intimidatingly large, tattooed men huddled around mugs of tea, sitting at your mother’s table. She fawns over them every time you all come around, and it warms you from the inside.

“They’re fine–they’re there, it’s just… I don’t know. I think I’m afraid that one day they might not be, and I don’t know why.”

She looks at you for a moment, like she’s considering her next words.

“I think you might know why, honey.”

You look back at her then, knowing what she’ll say before she says it. Unwilling to say it first.

“It’s hard to trust the word of a man when the one who was supposed to always be there left so suddenly.”

You stare down at your tea, not feeling what you thought you would. Mostly, you know she’s right. You can’t trust yourself to speak yet, so you don’t.

“I can’t know what that was like for you,” she starts softly, hand dropping to squeeze at your knee. Your heart constricts at the way it feels familiar. “And I’m so sorry that it’s something you have to carry with you. But honey, there’s a man next door who’s never known a life without you, and it doesn’t seem like he has any intention of changing that.”

Your throat gets tight and you lean into her shoulder, needing to feel grounded. The room feels like it’s spinning again.

“And of course he can’t replace your father,” she continues, leaning back into you, “but he’s someone that loves you. And that’s something worth keeping around.”

“He was with someone else last night,” you deflect, trying to convince yourself of some falsehood in your mother’s words, “at the bar. I saw them talking together.”

Your mother snorts, loud and obnoxious, like you’ve just told the world’s most ridiculous joke. Despite yourself, you laugh a little, too.

“Mom!”

“Oh, honey,” still chuckling to herself, “I don’t think so.”

“Sometimes we see what we want to see,” she continues, patting your leg, “but you know Kat. And from what I can tell, he’s never had eyes for anyone but you.”

“That’s silly,” you say, still deflecting but knowing that she’s telling the truth. And then, “I think he’s really mad at me.”

“I don’t think he is. He sounded really worried last night.”

You balk at that. “You talked to him?”

“He called to tell me you’d be coming.”

And you’re silent then, because you don’t know what to say. You don’t know if there’s anything you can say. Suddenly you are very, very tired.

“Why don’t you head upstairs?” your mother starts, grabbing the now empty mug from in front of you and walking it to the sink, “Get some sleep–I made your bed up for you. You should talk to him tomorrow.”

You nod, though she can’t see it, and you move to walk up the stairs, but stop short of the first step.

“I love you, mom.”

She turns to give you a soft smile. “I love you, my baby.”

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The dream is recurrent–you’ve tried hard to find the meaning of it, but you’re starting to come around to the idea that it might just be a comfort to your subconscious.

You’re five years old, and you don’t yet notice the bad thing that lurks on the edges of your peripheral.

You’re five years old, and everything is as it should be.

You and Katsuki construct a fort out of old sheets and couch cushions. Snow falls outside–the wind sneaks through the shutters and shrieks something menacing. But it’s warm inside, and you’re with Katsuki. You are unafraid.

He has a slight hot chocolate mustache and the tip of his tongue pokes out between the gap in his teeth, all of his focus on weaving the sheets together to create the walls of your fortress. You preoccupy yourself with the decor–you pick up a pillow and put it somewhere else, grab your mother’s potted plant and bring it in, even though it takes up too much space.

Katsuki finishes the skeleton of the structure in no time, and he joins you on the same cushion, despite you bringing in nearly every cushion in the house. You both dig into the coloring books your mother left out for you, and in no time you’ve grown bored of them–you opt to doodle on each other instead.

You draw something resembling a heart over the first joint in his thumb–a little oblong and colored outside your shaky lines. He watches you while you do it–the seeds of something old rooting into something else that he is far too young to understand. You look up at him when it’s finished and you beam, all crooked baby teeth and giggles. He goes bright red and shoves at you, shrieking about how it’s the worst thing he’s ever seen. He can do much better, he says, so he grabs your thumb and proves it to you.

It’s certainly not any better–you don’t tell him that, though. You just smile and flex your thumb, watching it move with your skin. He puts an arrow through his–bold and cartoonish, like the old animation of Cupid’s arrow. It tickles when the marker passes over the edge of your palm, and he barks at you to stop squirming.

Your mother comes in with snacks and finds the two of you covered in marker. She doesn’t yell–she just shakes her head, laughing and looking at the two of you with an expression only to be interpreted as a soft fondness. She pulls out her camera to take a picture–makes the two of you hold hands to capture the hearts you drew.

Whether it’s the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning, you can’t be sure.

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You wake up feeling more rested than you did before, and without a hangover, for the first time in a while.

Once you’re dressed, you take a few bites from the breakfast sandwich your mother has laid out for you, and you walk out the side door, walking the few steps to Katsuki’s mother’s porch. The morning sun on your skin feels good–it’s a warmth you know you needed. You reach for the door, but you stop in your tracks when you hear his voice on the other side of it.

“I don’t know how t’make it better, ma,” he says, and it wounds you in a way you weren’t expecting, “I just want to help and I don’t know how.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and then his mother speaks. “It’s not yours to make better, Katsuki. There were terrible things that happened when you both were growing up that certainly don’t help what’s happening now.

“All you can do is be there–be a safe person to turn to,” she continues, and it’s all you can do not to sniff and give yourself away, “Things will change. It takes time.”

“I don’t care about that shit,” he grits out, but there’s no hostility in it, “Doesn’t matter how long it takes, I’ll be there. S’just–hard. To watch.”

You’re not sure you can stand to listen anymore, so you make a big production out of opening the door, making sure to alert them both to your presence. You walk into his mother’s kitchen–it’s been years since you’ve been here, and yet you’d know the layout with your eyes closed.

“Ah, my other child,” she says, standing to hug you. She kisses your cheek and shoves you down in the seat she’s just gotten up from. “You sit. I’ll make myself scarce.”

You ease into the seat awkwardly, avoiding Katsuki’s gaze. It’s quiet between you. You have no idea where to start, so you pick at the edge of the table cloth in front of you.

“You okay?” he asks softly, like if he’s too loud, it’ll bruise you. You hate it. You feel your face heat and you know you’re going to cry and you hate that too.

You summon all of your bravery and give him a watery, pathetic little smile. “No, I’m not.”

His brows furrow and he leans forward, like he wants to reach for you but stops himself. Thinks better of it. You’re almost fascinated by how hard it is for you to tell him the truth right now. You do it anyway.

“I’m—there’s a lot that I need to work through. More than I thought, evidently,” you laugh a little, and it’s all self-deprecating. You pick at a hangnail. “That’s not an excuse for what I’ve been doing, I know that. I just—“

You suck in a breath, quickly losing your resolve. Needing to lean on him one more time.

“I’m really sorry, Kat,” you choke out, finally looking up at him. Whatever he sees on your face has him out of his seat in an instant and pulling you out of yours in the next, crushing you to his chest. You wrap your arms around his middle and cling to him like a lifeline.

“I know I’m not good right now,” you say into his shirt through shuddering breaths, “I just, I’m really sorry, I don’t want you to worry–”

He moves you back to look at your face, which makes you grimace because it is almost certainly pathetic and snot covered.

“Hey,” he rasps, with far more emotion than you were anticipating, “none of that. I know. And m’always going to worry about you, you little idiot.”

You choke out a laugh at that and it softens him. He pulls you back to his chest and you feel his kiss to the top of your head.

“M’not leaving you,” he whispers into your hair, “not ever. Don’t you ever say that shit to me again.”

You want to apologize again but you know he’ll wave you off, so you just press your face further into his chest and nod.

You stand there for a while, wrapped up in him in his mother’s kitchen, before he reaches into his back pocket to grab something. He offers it to you, and it takes a second before you realize it’s your phone.

“Let dumb and dumber know you’re alive,” he says, arms still wrapped around you, “they were worried.”

You smile at that, feeling an overwhelming fondness for the men in your life. You keep an arm around Katsuki and shoot them a text with the other: i’m home and alive. love u both, talk soon. You barely have it back in your pocket before it vibrates, several times in succession, alerting you to what is almost certainly a very animated response from Denki. You realize in that moment how much you miss him.

“Stay here tonight,” Katsuki murmurs, snapping you out of your thoughts. You think back to all of the nights that you camped out in his backyard as children, with him promising to keep you safe, in his own jagged, self-inflated way. You think about how everything has changed, and everything has stayed the same.

It’s an easy yes.

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You go back and forth between houses for the next week. He gives you a little space during the day–time with your mom, time to yourself. You write some, but mostly you focus on being present. You try to stop the daydreams as they come–try to keep yourself from yearning for a different future, or ruminating on the past, so you can see where you are now. It’s easier said than done, but it’s less difficult in the evenings, when Katsuki returns and your mind quiets all other thoughts but those of him.

Freshly showered and towel clad, you’re laid across your childhood twin bed when you hear the screen door open and then close, and your heart picks up when you hear your mother greet him.

He makes it up the stairs quicker than you thought he would. You let your eyes rake over him, realizing that it’s been a while since you could really get a good look at him. He has old sweats on and he’s leaned up against your doorframe, regarding you with the same level of scrutiny, arms folded over his chest. He’s so beautiful it makes you ache.

Your eyes drift to his hands–each tucked underneath the opposite armpit– and you catch a glimpse of the thing you will always seek out: the red, misshapen curve of the heart you drew on him, etched into his skin forever. You lift your own hand up, holding it above your head to examine it. It’s there, on the first joint of your thumb like you knew it would be. The arrow has faded and blurred with time, but you turn your hand and find it still pointing straight at your heart.

You’d gotten them together, shortly after making the decision to start the band– an ode to the history behind you. But the meaning has shifted in the years since–you wonder if he feels it, too. The quiet nostalgia of the moment has your head swimming a little bit, and you don’t have it in you to stop the words that come out of your mouth.

“I love you.”

His mouth ticks up at the corner, but he doesn’t move. “I know that.”

You sit up–slowly, making sure the towel stays put–and meet his eyes. “Do you?”

He says nothing–just gestures for you to come closer with the tilt of his chin.

You push yourself up off the bed and walk toward him–awfully, awkwardly aware of your own gait–until you’re chest to chest. He unfolds his arms and reaches up to pluck the towel off your head, flinging it to the floor behind you. You squawk at him, scrambling to brush the hair that falls in your face away. He just grins, reaching to brush a few stray strands out of the way himself. The pad of his thumb lingers on your cheekbone, trailing down to brush across the plush of your bottom lip, until it settles at your chin. He grabs you there and tilts your face up to him.

“Ruined me for anyone else the day y’were born,” he breathes, and it’s so nonchalant you’d think it was just a passing thought for him, like it doesn’t shake something fundamental and ancient inside of you, “Loved you every day since.”

“You never told me,” you say, and it’s hushed–you bring both hands up to splay them across his chest, the image of his heart above the one that beats. You feel its pace pick up beneath your fingers.

“No,” he says, running his thumb around the edge of your jaw, “was waitin’ for you to see it.”

You hum a little, turning your face into his touch–nuzzling into the place where you’ve marked him forever. “And now?”

He lets his fingers drift downward, finding a new home wrapped around the nape of your neck. You let out a little sigh, and he looks pleased.

“I want to show you.”

You smile, tilting your head back to look at him fully. “Okay.”

He drops his head down until his face hovers above yours, and he tilts a little so your foreheads bump together. Both of you stay there, content to breathe and just feel, until you push up, needing more of him. He lets you brush your lips over his, savoring the soft press of your mouth, keeping you still with the hand on your neck. You do this until you both start to lose your patience, and you kiss him with more force–you hope that it does a better job of translating your feelings than you have. He’s warm and much softer than you expected, and he takes over all of your senses. There’s something both very old and novel in the way he kisses you, and behind your eyes you see a reel of the two of you, from figuring out how to walk with wobbly baby legs, to creating something far larger than the two of you–all together. It brings the sting of tears to the surface when you break apart to breathe. He kisses a stray droplet away, cradling your face in his hands.

“My little crybaby,” he coos, and you punch at his side lightly, making him chuckle.

“You’re mine, Katsuki,” you tell him, grimacing a little bit at the memory of him and that random woman at the bar. You know you are being out of your mind insane right now, but the jealousy still coils in your gut.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “‘Course I am.”

You shake your head, tightening your grip on him. “I need you to tell me.”

He presses his forehead to yours, walking you back until the backs of your knees tap your mattress. You sit, and he stands between your legs, eyes looking way, way too far into you. His hand comes up to hold your face, and the way you lean into it feels like muscle memory.

“There’s nobody for me but you,” he says, and you feel like if you blink you’ll miss something important in the way he’s looking at you, “M’yours. Always was. Always will be.”

And it’s then that you decide to do something so stupidly embarrassing that you regret it almost immediately: you hold your pinky out to him.

He blinks down at you for a second before a slow smile stretches across his face. It’s one of the most genuine you’ve ever seen on him, and when he wraps his pinky around yours and brings it to his lips, you think for the second time that you are well and truly fucked. You always would be when it came to Katsuki. But he doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.

You let out a little laugh, one that’s more incredulous than anything. “I feel out of my mind,” you tell him, leaning forward to press your face into his stomach, “do you think it always feels like this?”

“Dunno,” he says through his grin, scratching gently over your scalp, “Maybe. There’re plenty of songs about it.”

He leads you down to the bed and you go willingly, pliant against him as he settles in next to you. It’s a tight fit, especially with the way he takes up the majority of the space with his broad shoulders. You find that you don’t mind too much.

You lay your head on his chest and his arm wraps around you, fingertips brushing over your spine and dipping below the top of your towel to rub at the skin it squeezes.

“I love you,” you whisper, and you find that now that you’ve said it, you’d like to scream it from the highest peak you can find.

“I love you,” he returns, and you can’t get enough of the way it rumbles through his chest underneath you.

“Tell me again,” you tell him, twisting to look up at him. He shifts then, rolling you onto your back and hovering above you, propped up on one elbow. His fingers card through the hair just past your temple and you have to fight to keep your eyes open.

“I love you,” he says, bending to press a kiss to your lips.

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You don’t know when you fall asleep, but when you wake up it’s not yet dawn, and you are tucked into Katsuki’s armpit as he hangs halfway off the bed. It makes you smile, and it also makes you grateful that he didn’t turn over and take you off the bed with him. You shift, and realize you’re still wrapped in your towel. You look at his sleeping form, and then down at your towel again. It takes another moment of deliberation before you think, fuck it, and rip the thing off of you, dropping it onto the floor.

You finally settle back down into the bed and startle when you feel fingertips brush over your spine.

“Sorry,” you whisper, leaning toward him to press a kiss to his jaw, “did I wake you up?”

He hums, low and gravelly in his chest, and it makes you feel far too warm as he pulls you to his chest. He’d gotten rid of his sweatshirt at some point in the night—you realize now that you’re chest to chest. He notices at about the same time, head snapping up off the pillow to look at you. You feel your face heat.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep with the towel on and didn’t want to get up, I can put something on—“

“Like hell you will,” he cuts you off, arm tightening behind you. “Feels nice.”

And it makes you smile, because it does feel nice.

He curls his body around you, leaning down to smother the side of your face in kisses. It makes you shriek, shoving at him playfully.

“Gross, stop it,” you groan, not making any real attempt to get him off of you.

“Fuck no,” he grins, kissing you again, “You’re so beautiful.”

Hearing it from Katsuki does something to you—settles the part of you that worries that you’re not enough to keep him here. It seems silly then, to keep hiding from him—to keep pieces of yourself from him in the hopes that he’ll stay long enough to try to find them. You want him to see you. You feel particularly brave and roll over onto your back, watching his eyes widen at the way you are laid completely bare for him.

He lets out a long, low breath, and you feel it when it brushes over your chest—nipples pebbling in the cold air.

He props himself up for a better view, unashamed in the way he studies you so intensely, and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed.

He reaches for you then—you close your eyes when his fingertips brush over your brow bone, content to feel the way he explores. Time moves slowly, and he takes advantage of every second that stretches before him—he’s fixated on the juncture of your jaw and your throat, and you burn under his touch. You let out a shaky exhale at the graze of his fingers down the center of your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, except he’s far closer now, and you only have a second for this to register before the warmth of his hand wraps around the side of your neck to hold you there while his mouth explores the other. He’s still soft—far softer than you would ever expect him to be, all soft lips and warm, sweeping tongue—and it’s such a shock to all of your senses that you can’t help but let out a broken little whimper of his name.

He pulls back when he hears it, and you turn your head to argue but something in his face makes you pause.

If you thought you had a window into Katsuki’s soul before, this moment is the one to knock the whole house down. You hear it like he’s whispered it to you: I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Kat, I—“

He cuts you off with a kiss that brings tears to your eyes—soft but firm, as claiming as it is chaste. “I know sweetheart,” he whispers, forehead to yours. In the dark, you’re sure he’s brighter than the sun right now. You roll to your side, chest to chest again, and kiss him just because you can—because you love him and it would feel like torture to do anything else.

He presses kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, and down the stretch of your throat—you shiver when his tongue laves at the point where your shoulder meets it. He finds your hand and drags it to his lips, mouth trailing over every inch of arm he can reach. Making sure to press a kiss to his heart on your hand.

“Not gonna fuck you,” he says plainly against your wrist, shocking a laugh out of you, “not gonna put your mom through that. I jus’ wanna feel you.”

“A little presumptuous, but okay,” you tease, but it only comes out breathless when his fingers trail over your collarbone and down your breast, apparently content to test the validity of your statement.

He leaves a trail of heat with his touch that makes it hard to keep your eyes open, but you can’t bear to miss the way he pulls pleasure from you with the smallest effort. He learns your body with no agenda—he truly just wants to feel you, but it doesn’t stop you from squirming at the way his fingers brush over your nipples.

It makes him grin, but he doesn’t stop—he just moves on, thumb grazing the skin under your breast, down to the soft of your belly. He lets out a low moan when he feels you there—you don’t think he even knows he did it and it makes you squeeze your thighs together and turn your face into the pillow, fighting like hell to compose yourself.

You feel his calloused palm smooth over the curve of your hip and down to your knee. His fingers curve around the back of it, pulling it up and over his hip. Air brushes over your now exposed sex and your mouth drops open with a whine, far more sensitive than you were anticipating.

“Katsuki, I can’t, I—“

He shushes you with a brush of his lips over yours—sweet and far more innocent than you would prefer.

“Please touch me,” you whimper against his mouth, and you feel the slow grin spread across his face.

“You gonna be quiet?”

You nod like your life depends on it, and he chuckles, a little dark in a way that has your stomach churning.

He pulls back a little to watch your face as he brushes the backs of his knuckles over your slit. It pulls a moan from both of you, and you can’t look away from him as he brings his hand to his face, swiping his tongue over every knuckle. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, like it’s suddenly too much for him. Like he needs to ground himself to keep from taking from you like he wants to.

His hand slips down between you again, cupping you firmly, and your whole body bucks. You lean forward to hide your face in his neck, unable to keep from dragging your aching clit over the heel of his palm.

“There y’go,” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the skin just below it, “does that feel good?”

You bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out after a particularly intense shock of pleasure shoots up your spine. Your fingers grab at anything you can reach—you wrap them around the side of his neck, both to ground you and for leverage, and he rewards you with the most sinful groan you’ve ever heard, right into your ear.

“I-I need,” you gasp, trying to form a sentence in between the half-frantic snap of your hips, “inside, Kat, please—“

You nearly come out of your skin when he raises his middle finger slightly, the motion of your hips working to push him in, in, in, fitting to you better than you could’ve dreamed of. He’s no better off than you are—mouth open and panting against your neck, and the knowledge that he’s getting off on this has you fucking yourself onto his hand with an almost violent pace.

He presses against you harder, pushing his finger deeper, and you jam your face further into his shoulder, praying like hell it muffles the noise you’re making.

“Need you to cum,” he gasps, nearly pleading, “need t’feel you—“

And you didn’t need the prompting, but the way he pleads sends you over the edge anyway—your entire body seizing as you clamp down hard on his finger. You vaguely register his voice over the ringing in your ears as time slows again—seconds turn to hours that you’re trapped here, every tiny brush of his palm against your clit sending shocks of pleasure that rip through you like waves. It feels like forever before he’s calling you back to him—soft, breathy murmurs of your name against your skin, fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck to hold you to his chest.

It’s quiet between you, then—each of your stuttered breaths and your own pulse in your ears cutting through the silence. He stays inside you because he can, and you have no qualms about it.

“Well. Fuck,” you murmur against his skin, pulling a laugh from him that would have you kicking your feet if you could muster the energy to do it.

He presses kisses to your hairline, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning into them. You feel him slip from inside of you and it feels like a loss—one he quickly remedies by pulling you to his chest with a bruising grip.

“Think you’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, and you snort.

“Yeah, well, it’s mutual.”

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It’s a playful cat and mouse chase up the stairs to your apartment. You let him crowd you into the door, fumbling for and nearly dropping your keys.

“You know,” you finally get the wherewithal to shove the key into the lock, “this would go a lot faster if you’d let me open the door.”

“Or I could just fuck you right here, give the neighbors somethin’ to complain about—“

You swing the door open and you both freeze, Denki and Shinsou staring back at you—neither looking particularly shocked.

Shinsou grins, turning to Denki. “You owe me $50, motherfucker.”

Denki groans, reaching for his wallet. “You guys couldn’t have waited like another week?”

“Get the fuck out,” Katsuki grumbles over your head, though it’s softer than you think he wanted it to be. It makes you smile.

You take a step into the apartment, and it feels different. You feel different—it’ll be a marathon, not a sprint, but you have the tools to get to the end of it now. You feel lighter than you have in a long time—more prepared for what’s coming next, even if you don’t know what it is. You look at your boys—Shinsou and Denki bickering over whatever bet they made, and Katsuki, who presses a kiss to your temple before taking your bag back to your bedroom—you’re not alone. You never were with these guys, and you won’t be again as long as you all can help it.

You walk over to Shinsou and Denki, cramming yourself between them on your couch.

“Hi,” a little sheepish, still a little embarrassed, “I missed you guys.”

Denki throws his arms around your neck with a drawn out, theatric wail. He peers around you and levels a glare at Shinsou. “They’re talking to me, you rat bastard.”

Shinsou only laughs, shoving his shoulder into yours.

“We missed you, too,” he says, and it’s genuine—you blink away the tears you feel threatening to spill over.

When you look up, Katsuki is in front of you again. He bends to press a kiss to your hairline, and Shinsou lurches away, gagging.

“Oh!” Denki yells, directly into your ear, “Me too, Kaachan—“

“Not on your fuckin’ life, shit ass—“

You know it’ll be okay. It has to be, with a family like this. There will be talks of new songs, projects, albums, and whatever else you can all think of soon, but for now, you’re content to sit in the love that holds you all together.

this fic belongs to me (@gardenofnoah). i do not allow anyone to repost, edit, or reproduce this work.  

#it was the dream scene that made me cry btw #drummer!bakugou #band!au #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki fic #mha fic #bakugou long fic #bakugou smut #bakugou fluff #friends to lovers #mha #katsuki #soulmate au

[thefangirldownthestreet]

Bakukami concept: The bakusquad are hanging at the mall when a couple of thugs try robbing some of the stores and naturally the bakusquad try to go after them, so one of them uses their quirk which ends up hitting either Bakugou or Denki, causing the boys to switch bodies

A while later the thugs are apprehended and the one with the body switching quirk is interrogated on his power specifically since it's affected both Bakugou and Kaminari, and he explains that his quirk simply causes you to switch bodies with your soulmate for a while which leads to a very long very awkward moment of silence as the realization sets in

#i dunno this thought has just been floating around my head for a while #i actually want to try writing a small fic for this but im not the best writer and am quite lazy so *shrugs* #i still might do it it'll just take a long while TwT #bakukami #kamibaku #bkkm #bakugou katsuki #kaminari denki #katsuki bakugou #denki kaminari #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero acedamia #bnha #my trash

[meteormind]

🌈 May all your colors be happy, friends. 🌈

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Midoriya Inko, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), not all of them though - Character, U.A. Faculty (My Hero Academia), not all of them either Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Worldbuilding, POV Midoriya Izuku, POV Bakugou Katsuki, POV Alternating, Pistol Shrimp Bakugou Katsuki, Dumbo Octopus Midoriya Izuku, strange mer anatomy, not that strange, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Squishy Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is Good at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku is Good at Feelings, but they are also a little bad at them for a while, Falling In Love, what did you think they were done?, Kid Bakugou Katsuki, Kid Midoriya Izuku, kid shenanigans, Pranks, Pets, Coming of Age, Boys Kissing, Slice of Life, Armor, Armor Crafting, Arts and Crafts with bkdk, Slightly Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, look he tunnel-visions when Kacchan is anywhere near, Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, poor thing is beleaguered send help, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, violent fluff, Enough Fluff to fight a WAR, it's being weaponized, You Have Been Warned, Light Angst, very light, Kacchan is an ass-man, Literal Sleeping Together Series: Part 2 of to the Touch Summary:

"Stupid."

Izuku's eyes slid shut as he wrapped his many arms around his favorite person and pressed a smile to an armored shoulder, warm and smooth, like a sun-kissed stone. The waters whispered over them, rocking them and ruffling the seagrass against Izuku's back like a caress.

"Kelp spirit," Kacchan mocked, poking a finger in Izuku's hair. "Loser! Nerd! Creep! Just float away and die."

Silly shrimp. Who are you fooling? Not this loser-nerd-creep.

When Izuku woke, it was past noon, and Kacchan was gone, but the blanket had been tucked close around him and someone had hooked five little curl-tails into his hair. Still half asleep, Izuku unthreaded the timid creatures and released them into the swaying seagrass, chuckling to himself.

With thoughts of Kacchan and lunch, Izuku tried to swim down but yelped as he was stopped short. Bewildered, he looked at his waist where someone had tied a rope. He followed it to a large rock someone had moved onto the roof and defaced with the ferociously carved words; Deku Anchor.

"Who's the stupid one, Kacchan? I already have one of those."

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@is-bakugou-alive-yet

you thought I forgot? you thought you were safe? SURPRISE, YOU FOOL! i live and i am here TO REPORT A GRUDGE. here's the punch i promised. make sure to read Part 1 too.

#bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #katsudeku #dekukatsu #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchan #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fic #came back to tumblr after long absence for the sake of violence #but its the violence of LOVE #fluff #so much fluff #mermay wouldn't leave me alone #dammit #i have other stuff i wanna write but NOOOO #THIS JUST HAD TO SQUAT IN MY HEAD FOR THE LAST MONTH AND SOME CHANGE #LIKE A REALLY CUTE HOBO #ITS FINE #happy pride 🌈 #even though i'm really late #have all the happy colors!

[eyesoffthemaud]

Post-Midterm Fic Rec List

Hello, my dearest My Hero Academia Readers! Tis' Maud again, and I have a hoard of fics to give to the masses again. I managed to save about 102* My Hero Academia Fanfics that I told myself that I would read..and ended up putting on the back burner.

So, since Midterms are about to be happening on my college campus...I decided to make a Post-Midterm Reading Fic List to share with anyone who’s interested!

I’ve gone through and tagged the authors of these fics! So you can see their other works and send them love through Tumblr. I tagged everyone that I could.

If I missed any please tag them or message me so I can!

Important Note: This list is divided by 4 Sections and in the order it’s:

Authors - Gen - Fluff - Romance

*There are 102 Fanfics that I planned on putting on this reclist. However, since I last did this tumblr has forced a word count upon me and it won't let me post it all together....so keep an eye out for the Angst and Dadmight fic rec list. I'll link it at the bottom of the post once I'm done.

If any fics are in the incorrect section please let me know, some of these fics I haven’t read and I sorted these fics based on the descriptions and tags.

- Gen Fics are all the fics that I personally wasn’t sure would fit into Angst or Fluff.

- I am, burnt out from my own midterms. please remember to read the tags on any and all fics.

Authors

CatchingPurple

CatchingPurple has a lot of geniunely cool ideas that I love reading. One that particularly caught my attention was the Suspected Traitor AU fic. That one personally makes me smile. I love their writing.

Mr_Unsmiley

I genuinely enjoy Mr. UnSmiley's series, Family is Everything (but you get to choose your family). I love the series so much and they're a genuinely talented author. I loved reading the aftermath of a fight they wrote, and how they described having to keep a list of the injuries he had.

s_the_queen

I have many mixed feelings about Bakugou, but oh lord Swag, Swag is my Achilles Heel when it comes to bakudeku fics. Lord I am a weak person, and Swag knows it.

Seeress

Seeress also has, a lot of fun bakudeku fics. Again. My weakness in writing. :sobs:

ThanksSmite

I found Smite on twitter. I combed through their AO3 and I am a happy clam.

CURATOR NOTE: Man, I am not realizing that these are all bakudeku writers (Except Mr. Smiley). Which is absolutely hilarious. I love all of them asdkfakjsdn

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[vampyrsm]

'The Forbidden Flame.' Chapter I Prince Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou Katsuki, also known as the Dragon Prince, is an untameable flame. His anger is second to none, he is presented with problem after problem. How will he fare? Will his anger boil over to the point of no return, or perhaps he will find a spark of tranquillity in the sea of turmoil that is his mind?

Warnings: Not that many warnings, this is an introduction to the world and Bakugou as a prince. Dragons, descriptions of violence, misogynistic themes. Extremely brief mention of the reader in this chapter, I mostly want you to get a taste of who Katsuki is in this series.

Word Count: 5083.

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There had always been a story as old as time itself. One of the men who tamed the Beasts of the Sky, who rode them into battle and always came out victorious. There was no one closer to the Gods themselves than these Dragonriders, the ones who spoke to the serpentine beasts and understood their emotions.

And yet they walk amongst men, though they weren't lowly commoners. They were the highest of highborn, top of the food chain. The name is known by families across the realm as the ones who are all powerful, the ones who have been rumoured to breathe fire themselves; the family known by the name Bakugou.

The morning air was clear, the clouds light and a pristine white. It was nearly time for summer, which meant there would be the traditional summer festival of Corvos. It was an ancient tradition, having been started by the first King of Ilgis who wanted to try and unite the many noble families across the realm, as well as to keep an eye on those who were more likely to rebel against the crown. But that had changed as time went on, new kings were appointed and they had begun to allow lowborn families to attend these grand events.

In recent years, under the reign of the 'Gentle King' Masaru Bakugou, there had been a big shift in the dynamic between those of high nobility and those who were nothing more than gutter rats. Masaru was much kinder than his predecessors, some even saying he was too soft for a king. He allowed those of the lower class to venture further into Corvos, breaking down the barriers set by former Kings who had a deep-set hatred for those who were born into poor circumstances. Of course, this decision did not sit well with the council, nor did it sit well with the Prince.

The Prince was more like his uncle, a former prince that was killed before he had the chance to sit upon the throne. Katsuki never took after his father's kindness but adopted his mother's fury tenfold. No one could beat him in a duel, and no one would speak out against the Prince when he would order for every lowborn thief to be brought to the Pandemonium to be 'trialled', or in better terms, fed to his dragon Xol.

This rage that bubbled inside of Katsuki was said to be a curse, something passed along the bloodline of the Bakugou's for years until either the possessor dies or they were "cured". Though this cure has never been discovered, the grand scholars of the realm had never seen a case where the curse was lifted but rather just documented the deaths of the kings who succumbed to their own wrath.

This supposed 'curse' skipped directly over Katsuki's father, having been a direct inheritance the moment his Uncle passed. He, of course, rejected such an idea of being cursed. It was just an old wives tale that was made up to scare those into submission, he would never fall for it. And so he never has, learning to live alongside the burning rage and ire that has been untameable for years.

Said Prince huffed, the wind that hissed past his ears blowing his unruly head of blonde hair in every direction as he sat upon the saddle on Xol's back. It had always filled Katsuki with a sense of pride at the fact he had picked one of the biggest and meanest dragons from its brood and made it submit under him. The dragon was large enough to block out the sun with its wingspan, and with countless battles under its wing, it had been nicknamed in battle as 'Destroyer of Men'.

The only joy Katsuki could feel for the up-and-coming festival was the fact he was allowed to participate. Usually, the royal family would sit out of the fighting, choosing to be spectators but his father had always allowed him to enter the tournaments, even allowing him to ride the dragons during the fights in the Pandemonium. This year his father had allowed participants of lower families, meaning Katsuki would get the chance to crush those below him with the heel of his boot.

The great beast beneath him rumbled with a low growl, agreeing with the thought process of the young prince. They had been connected by birth, some may even go far as to say that the dragon is the only true friend of the prince. Katsuki relaxed more into the saddle, the tight black leather armour he was wearing crinkled with the movements, muscles threatening alone to break through the seams.

"We'll have our feast, Xol." he offers the beast, a gloved hand patting harsh against the hardened black scales of the beast's shoulder. It was far too large for Katsuki to reach the head of the dragon. A subtle hand movement along the dragon's neck would have it turn back towards its home, back towards Corvos. "Perhaps Mother will finally let us fight against Ova." and that got a louder grumble from Xol.

It was very unlikely the two great dragons would ever have the chance to fight each other, his mother always turning down the idea of having her prized animal used as some sort of entertainment. Katsuki figures that he'll have to find one of the younger broodlings. But regardless, Katsuki would be getting his battle, on the dragon's back no less.

The clouds parted effortlessly for Xol's wings, slicing like a blade through flesh as it descended down towards Corvos. From here Katsuki could see a large portion of the continent that would soon be under his rule, it made the blood in his veins boil with excitement, with the prospect. His family were born on conquest, born from blood and fire, they were meant to rule over everyone with an iron fist. He despised his father for how soft he had made the Bakugou name, how it exposed the underbelly of the Dragon to those with less than pure intentions to their rulers.

With just a few beats of its wings, Xol landed with a large thud blowing up the dust and dirt, causing a few of the stablehands to shield their eyes away. Katsuki was quick to dismount, a click of his tongue followed by a long whistle had the beast turning its head and walking deep into the depths of the Pandemonium. Katsuki tried not to roll his eyes at the way the handlers scampered after the great beast, and instead focused his gaze on a man sitting upon a white horse.

"Kirishima," Katsuki offers, loud and booming, asserting his dominance over the area. "I thought I told you to not wait for me here, you know it looks ridiculous when you sit here doing nothing." The prince passes by the large man on the horse, who schools his expression as to not frown at the blonde prince.

"Your Majesty," Kirishima greets, earning a sharp glare over the shoulder from Katsuki. Eijirou only ever used that form of greeting when he had bad news. "I was actually sent to tell you that the King has requested your presence in the Throneroom." and now Katsuki really rolls his eyes, his old man always demanded an audience there with Katsuki instead of the private chambers where the council meetings took place. He figures it's out of fear of his own son attacking him, or something.

"I'm not interested in what he has to say, Kirishima. He just wants me to play nice with the scum who come scurrying through our gates in just two days' time." the clear distaste in Katsuki's tone makes Kirishima wince beneath his thick armour, the Commander was no stranger to the rage the prince harboured.

"Give him a chance, your Grace." is the final thing Kirishima offers, earning another heated glare from deep red eyes. Katsuki has nothing else to add, lips turning into a deeper frown as he hauls himself up onto his own steed with a grunt. He knows he has to speak to his father, he has no choice really. A royal summons is always answered, and even Katsuki would be dragged by the Kingsguard if he refused it.

The ride towards the Keep of Corvos is not a very long one, the Pandemonium was meant for the safe keeping of Dragons before it was turned into an arena for fighting as well, and the reason for it being so close to the Keep is so that the Bakugou's would always have their strongest weapon within reach.

The city itself was bustling, many of the workers preparing for the arrival of noble families from all over Ilgis, it would be a prime opportunity for numerous businesses to earn a lot of gold. Large banners bearing the Bakugou sigil hung over the walls and stood high on flagpoles. As much as it was a celebration of the start of the summer, it was also a celebration of the family that had kept peace over the realm for hundreds of years.

People bowed and cheered as the Prince rode by, he was famous for his appearances during the festivals, mostly because his fights were the most violent and most bloody. Katsuki paid no mind to the cheers, nor did he pay any mind to the shouts of him being a 'Barbarous Prince'. It was nothing new, people knew of his violent nature and often wouldn't jeer the prince for it as he made quite the spectacle of it some years ago when he decided to mount their heads on spears along the city walls.

"Your Majesty," comes the voice of one of the Kingsguard men once Katsuki dismounts from the horse and is marching up the steps towards the grand doors that lead in towards the Keep and the Throneroom. "The King is waitin—"

"Yeah, I fucking know. I don't need his lapdog telling me too." Katsuki snarls on his way past, ripping off his leather gloves and tossing them to an unsuspecting squire once he passes the steel doors. The inside of the castle is warm, uncomfortably so, but the heat has never phased the Prince. The halls empty for him the second they hear the clink of the metal of his armour and the pounding of his boots against the slate tile floor, everyone knew better than to get caught in the way of the Prince—especially if he was being summoned.

The scrape of the large dark oak doors was loud in the silent hall, Katsuki stood with his shoulders squared and a deep frown on his face as the sight of his father came into view. He was sat on the throne, a goblet of most likely imported Besouris wine.

The throne itself was grand, made from pure Obsidian. It was mostly black in dim lights, but if you brought a flame close to the glassy material it would shimmer a faint green. The throne was forged hundreds of years ago using the flames of one of the greatest dragons to ever exist; Udun, Champion of the Gods. Its flames were said to burn hotter than a normal fire, capable of melting down the Obsidian needed to mould the throne.

Modest braziers hanging from each of the eight granite columns light up the entire throneroom, allowing shadows to play and dance where the light cannot reach. The illustration of famous battles and conquests on the sloped ceiling dance in the flickering light while statuettes look down upon the slate floor of the grand hall. A carmine rug runs down from the throne for a few meters before coming to an end while matching banners with gilded sigils hang from the walls. Between each banner sits a small alter full of candles, they've all been lit and in turn illuminate the statues of royalty long gone below them.

Those seeking the wisdom of the King can do so on the plethora of impressively carved dark oak benches, all of which are facing the throne in uniform rows. Those of higher standing can instead take a seat in the specially decorated mezzanines overlooking the throne and its subjects.

"Katsuki," his father speaks in that gentle tone that makes the blonde's hackles rise, instantly his arms tense up as his hands ball into tight fists. "Thank you for listening to the summons, for once." Masaru watched his son approach, noting the heavy steps and the smell that came with him—he had been out on his dragon again. It was a smoky smell and this indescribable smell of just freedom that came with soaring through the skies.

Katsuki stopped just short of the steps that led up to the throne, his hands shifting to hide behind his back. "Your Grace," Katsuki should've bowed but Masaru wasn't surprised when he didn't move an inch, just deepening the scowl on his face.

The King shifts in his throne slightly, the clink of his heavy crown filling the air as his head relaxes back against the obsidian seat. "As you're well aware, the Summer Solstice is just two days away which means the arrival of the Todoroki family will be imminent," so Katsuki was right, he thought, his father ordered him here to lecture him as if he were a little boy. "You may have also heard that the young boy Shoto is being named as Heir of Blacksummit. Do you know what this means for you?"

"That I can't kill him, without an outbreak of war." Katsuki supplies dryly, he may be a brute but he knows his boundaries.

"Exactly," Masaru continues, his hands coming together in his lap once he lays the golden claw goblet on the arm of the throne. "You cannot, and will not kill that man. I forbid you from fighting with him entirely."

The reaction was almost immediate, the rage that boiled over within Katsuki was similar to how quickly a dragon can breathe fire. The Kingsguard stepped forward, weapons drawn the second Katsuki took a step towards his father, his fists uncurled and inching towards his own sword.

"You can't be serious, Father." the young prince growls, eyeing the closest guard to him to see if he could take him in a fight—he could, he's just unsure if he could take all eight of them at once. "You cannot forbid me from fighting someone!" his voice bounces harshly off of the hollow walls of the hall, but his father does not flinch nor waver in the face of fury.

"It's a deal made between myself and Enji, you harmed the boy too much last year and he worries that you'll only step it up a notch this year." Katsuki is snarling now, his upper lip curled up like some feral animal. "It's an order, from your King."

Finally, Katsuki takes a step backwards and the guards seem to relax slightly with the distance being made. "Fine." he snaps, fingers reluctantly uncurling from the fists they had formed in his anger. "But I will make you regret this, Your Grace." The venom this time does make Masaru visibly flinch, and a victorious grin forms on Katsuki's lips before he sharply turns on his heel and marches his way back out of the hall.

As Katsuki rounds the corner to head towards his private quarters, he halts at the sight of the Princeguard Commander who delivered him the notice to see the King. Kirishima at least has the gall to look sheepish, albeit a very odd look on the 6 foot 6 man. "What the fuck do you want now?" Katsuki snarled, causing the red-haired man to look in his direction.

"I'm afraid you still have some things to attend to before you can retire for the night, your Grace." again that title, Katsuki squinted at Eijirou. He had told the commander to stop using such formal greetings when it was just the two of them after they had both gone through countless victorious battles together. A sign of respect from the King-to-be.

The silence allowed for Kirishima to speak again, "It would seem that the Todoroki family have arrived early," Kirishima doesn't stand down when he sees the famous ferocity in Katsuki's eyes as he snaps his eyes to meet his instantly. "You're expected to receive them, the Queen will also be with you."

His mother, Mitsuki, she most likely will be there to ensure the King's order wasn't disobeyed. In truth, Katsuki didn't hate his mother as much as he hated his father but he still despised the way she let his father do what he pleased, never speaking out when he made such outrageous demands such as no fighting with the young Lord of Blacksummit.

"God fucking damn it." Katsuki starts, a large fist colliding with the cool marble wall to his side shaking a picture free from the nail it was perched on. "I am fucking done with Todoroki this, Todoroki that. I fucking swear to the Gods I will kill that entire family for even daring to step foot into Corvos."

Kirishima bows his head at the physical outrage of the Prince, gaze unblinking as he stared at the heavily armoured boots he wore. The sound of flesh meeting marble grew louder and louder until there was a loud crack. When Kirishima finally looked back up, there was a growing pool of blood at the feet of the Prince whose chest was heaving with each deep breath he was drawing in, he didn't seem to show the pain he was in but Kirishima could see the marble wall had shattered under the onslaught and was embedded deep into Katsuki's knuckles.

"Well, let's fucking get this over with," Katsuki managed to get out, shaking off his fist which left a spray of blood along the floor before he started to march in the opposite direction of his private quarters. "Maybe I'll still have time to fuck one of those wenches the King had paid for."

...

Mitsuki shifted uncomfortably on her feet, eyes narrowed towards the approaching steady sound of hooves. She had received word not too long ago about the early arrival of the Todoroki's, ordering Kirishima to immediately fetch the Prince. She knew of Katsuki's hatred towards the northern men, but she believed if she tried enough to push him into realising they are strong allies then perhaps he would stop trying to murder the young Lord Todoroki.

The rough sound of boots crunching against the gravel path alerted her to the arrival of her firstborn son, and what sounded like a scampering Kirishima who was trying his hardest to keep up with the blonde's long strides. Mitsuki made no move to greet her son, holding her hands together in front of her hips as she watched the dark wooden oak carriage pull closer and closer, the sound of marching men now audible.

It wasn't long before the carriage pulled up and around, a squire quick to hop down and open the carriage door. Out first came Lord Enji Todoroki, he was a behemoth of a man and he had a mean gaze about him. A nasty scar split his face in two, having been a part of a battle many years ago alongside some of his northern brethren. Next out of the carriage was his wife; Lady Rei. She was a timid woman, hair as white as the snow that coated the mountain caps.

Katsuki growled when next came the children of the Todoroki household. Shoto stepped down the small step, his hands coming up to fix his impressive Pelisse. It was a short-furred coat, it was styled to hang over one shoulder to prevent sword slashes—so they say, Katsuki knows he could slice the man in half with his Dragonfire-forged blade.

Shoto stopped just short of the carriage door, offering a hand up to his elder sister Lady Fuyumi Todoroki, she was more like her mother in regards to personality but she was much smarter than both her parents and her siblings. She was the secret head of the household when it came to handling taxes, and stocking inventory for the long winters.

"My Lord," Mitsuki greeted once the Todoroki family were all standing in front of the two royals, Shoto stood directly before Katsuki and was levelling him with a withering glare. A swift elbow from the Queen before she smiled, eyes not once wavering from the burning azure eyes of Enji Todoroki.

"Your Majesty, Your Grace." Enji greeted them both in order; the Queen and then the Prince. Katsuki just deepened his scowl, glaring at the man who had made the deal with his father. He had always had a bad feeling when it came to the Todoroki family, there was something deeply unsettling about the way the current Lord of the House pushed around his family. Katsuki knew men would often beat their wives, but there was something extremely cold about the entire thing.

First, it started with the death of his eldest son; Touya Todoroki. All deaths of noble families are reported directly to the Royal family, but this one never was—at least not until 6 long years had gone by. It baffled the council as to why Enji would hide the death of his Heir but it was put to the side under the pretence that the man was simply grieving the loss of his firstborn son.

But they were never presented with a body or a death certificate from their scholar. It didn't sit right with Katsuki.

Then was the second eldest son, the Heir that was born to replace the loss of Touya. He had died too, some say it was during a battle when the North had a rebellion from one of the smaller houses. But again, no body was presented and no one can confirm that they did in fact see the young white-haired man on the field that day. Katsuki wasn't a fool, he had seen the bruises on the second eldest son. He found it odd that someone would beat their heir, and he also was aware of the hatred Natsuo held for his father. It was a single thing the two could agree on.

Katsuki suspects Enji had killed his two eldest sons. But no one would believe him until he was made King, he was certain to have the old man's head on a spike for it once he came into power.

"Thank you for travelling so far, My Lord." Mitsuki dragged Katsuki from his thoughts, his eyes darting away from Enji and off into the distance. "I heard you had brought a bigger party this year, will you be needing more space for the horses?"

"Only some, most of my men travelled on foot. They'll be lodged in the many inns of Corvos, your Majesty." Enji always spoke so curtly, a real kiss-ass when it came to the royals. Katsuki's lip curled in annoyance at the thought, everyone was so fake, they all wanted the pretty crowns that sat upon his parents' heads. They all wanted to know what it was like to have unlimited power at the tips of their fingers.

"Very well," Mitsuki nodded, eyes drifting to see Shoto who was already looking in her direction. "Young Shoto, it feels like just yesterday I was giving you a blessing at your birth. And now here you are, the heir-to-be of Blacksummit. Congratulations."

"Thank you, your Majesty," Shoto half bowed, hair of two colours shifting over his face until he straightened back up and used a singular gloved hand to brush it away from his mismatched eyes. The young lord was quite the spectacle, he was often the talk of many taverns when he was in town. Mostly it was the women who would swoon over him, the idea of spending a night with the man was apparently rumoured to be 'life changing'.

Mitsuki continued to converse with both Heads of the Todoroki family, giving Shoto the chance to glance at the glowering Prince. He had grown some in the last year since Shoto had been caught in a brutal brawl with him, it was both exhilarating and terrifying to go face to face with a man who was more dragon than human. He hadn't asked his father to make a deal with the King, he had a very similar reaction to Katsuki.

"You know, I didn't ask for the both of us to be banned from fighting against one another," Shoto decided to speak first, earning him a glare from the corner of Katsuki's eyes before Shoto sighed, "In fact, I was pretty certain I would beat you this year, maybe you'd be the one with 16 broken bones."

The recovery for that one was not a pleasant one, Shoto was bedbound for months.

"Tch," Katsuki clicks his tongue. "As if you'd ever get the chance you half-and-half bastard. I'd kill you before you got the chance." That earns the blonde a rare scowl on the Queen's face when she's in the presence of others. Enji also glares at the young Prince, his eyes narrowing with a hellish fire burning in the bright blue.

"I apologise for my son's attitude," Mitsuki is quick to apologise, "He's just upset about the sudden changes in the tournament. I promise you, however, he will not go against the King's order."

Upset, as if he was some child. He offers no goodbyes, turning sharply on his heel and marching out of the main gates of the Keep and towards the streets of Corvos where he knows he can get away with lashing out at someone if they dare speak out of turn to him. He doesn't hear his mother telling Kirishima to stay back, to let the Prince cool down.

The streets are starting to grow quieter as the moon starts to rise, the stars blanketing the sky. Katsuki makes quick and sharp turns down streets he had prowled down numerous times in search of someone, anyone, who may be breaking a law of some kind just so he could hurt them.

His boots were loud on the unsteady cobble road, clinking and bashing against loose pebbles that got kicked further and further down the path until he heard a loud crash, and then a clattering of something metal hitting the floor. Katsuki was well-seasoned in battles to know the sound of a sword being dropped, his heart raced in his chest at the prospect of being able to fight someone in the street for brandishing a weapon.

He wasted no time in rounding the corner, hand on the hilt of his blade and ready to draw when he felt all the muscles in his body grow rigid, his feet stuck to the spot he was in as if gravity had become ten times heavier on him alone. He blinked at the scene laid out before him, a woman who was wearing some tatty dress that was covered in black ash in places and scorch marks along the bell sleeves that had definitely seen better days.

Even her face was littered with dirt and grime, something Katsuki had only ever seen when he visited the blacksmiths. That's when the whole image clicked together, the swords on the ground were to be used for the festival and this woman was just some clumsy wench who dropped the swords. He was ready to step back, and slink back into the shadows he once came from until he heard a booming voice.

There was a shout of a name, not a highborn name he notes. "How fucking stupid are you?! Do you know how expensive those swords are!" A man rounds the door frame which seems to be an older blacksmith's store, he can faintly smell the scent of melting steel.

He breaks away from the thought at the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the clattering of swords once again. Katsuki furrows his eyes at the man who had his hand raised in the air, and the woman who was staring down at the ground. That's when his eyes wandered along her bare shoulders, and exposed neck. He could see numerous bruises, old and fresh. Old scars were deep on her shoulder blades, the sight made his stomach turn uncomfortably.

Something was burning in his chest, this feeling to bare his teeth and rip apart the man who dared to lay a finger on this young lady who seemed to just be helping out the old git. His throat felt tight when he watched another slap get delivered on her opposite cheek, her head snapping in his direction and he felt his heart leap into his throat, his palms growing sweaty when their eyes met.

She looked scared but mostly shocked that someone was watching and then mortification set in once she realised it was the Prince. "Get back inside you stupid fucking whore." the old man snarled, snatching the girl by her hair and forcing her back into the direction of the house.

And finally, once she was out of sight Katsuki felt like he could breathe but this anger inside of him was worse than it had ever been before. He felt something crawling up his throat, scratching at his brain and forcing him to nearly launch himself across the narrow street and attack the man for even laying a finger on the young maiden.

He doesn't understand the feeling, this need to protect. So instead of acting on uncertain feelings, he takes slow but long strides backwards until he's back around the corner, out of range of the old man's eyes. Katsuki takes a deep breath in, running a hand through his hair. Perhaps he was just tired, it had been a long emotional day of dealing with everyone's bullshit, he was getting worked up over the festival.

Whatever that was, whatever he had felt when he saw a girl get beaten for simply a mistake, it was nothing more than just plain old exhaustion. He decides to retreat for the night, opting to reject the number of courtesans who hovered around the entrance of the main castle in hopes of being picked up by the Prince as they were often most nights.

It was odd, he realises, as he lays down in bed that night alone but something in his heart told him it was wrong to sleep with a woman that night.

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Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 6: Epilogue - Chocolate Caramel Cold Brew

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 30.892 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties, first kiss

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Chapter summary: The movie premiere

Christmas and the New Year passed by in a blur, which meant that the Red Riot movie PR tour was underway, leaving Katsuki Eijirou-less for months. He totally handled it like a pro—he didn’t sulk for weeks and reverted back to pre-Eijirou crabby behavior. Just don’t ask for Deku’s opinion on the matter. At least the two of them were able to text and video call one another pretty frequently. 

It also helped that work had picked back up once the semester had started, the steady flow of customers helping the months pass by in what seemed like a blink of an eye. So much so that it was already finals week, and boy were they busy as ever. 

Katsuki was in his groove, Dunce Face to the right of him taking orders like a pro. Deku was in the kitchen along with Satou and Cheeks, while Jirou and Iida were zipping in and out of the store with orders. He was in the zone, the cold bar his best friend during the mini heatwave they were having. He added the syrups to the cup, the chocolate and caramel telling Katuski that someone had a hell of a sweet tooth. He topped the glass off with their cold brew, making sure to leave enough room for cream, if the customer so chose. 

“One large chocolate caramel cold brew for… ‘Look Up?’” The hell type of name was that? Katsuki followed the direction, expecting to see some sort of snotty punk or a cosplayer as he glanced over the crowd, but his heart stopped as he took in garnet eyes and crimson hair.

“Ei?” he asked, not believing his eyes. Eijirou wasn’t due back for at least another few days. 

“Hey ‘Tsuki,” he grinned, sharpened teeth on display. Katsuki handed over the drink, dumbfounded, while Kaminari slid over next to him, elbowing him back to life.  

“Go Kacchan. We all got you covered.” He didn’t have to tell him twice—Katsuki ran around the bar and launched himself into Eijirou’s waiting arms. There were a couple oooh’s and awe’s from the patrons as they embraced, but Katsuki ignored them in favor of sharing a brief kiss. He had missed this man like crazy, so sue him for wanting to be affectionate in public. They parted, Eijirou slinging an arm around his shoulders as they left Sugar Rush.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back yet.” Katsuki tried to not sound accusatory, but he felt it slipping through the cracks. It wasn’t like he had a countdown prepared or anything… 

“I wasn’t, but we had just been waiting around for our flights. Doing sight-seeing and all that. But I realized that I’d rather be here with you, so I pulled some strings.” Earnest, sappy idiot. 

“Dunce Face and Soy Sauce Face in on it too?” The sheepish grin he got in response was all he needed to confirm that theory. They continued their walk to Katuski’s apartment, Eijirou talking about all the different people he met and things he got to see while he had been away. It was like there had never been any time apart, which Katuski adored. 

“I was thinking, once you drop your stuff off, we can go to that ramen place you like—the one with the spicy tofu.” Katsuki had just opened the door, the two of them entering the apartment, and he had to suppress a groan. 

“Eijirou, as much as I would love that, you’ve been gone for five months and I have the apartment to myself for the next four hours. We can eat later.” He was hoping Eijirou would catch on to the underlying meaning, and with the way the other man’s eyes darkened was an indication that he sure did. Katsuki did NOT squeak as he was picked up and the door was kicked shut behind them. But, as he melted into the kiss they shared, Katsuji forgot all about it, ready to get reacquainted with his boyfriend. 

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The week ended uneventfully, but Katsuki was full of energy. Today was the day he graduated, and he couldn’t be more excited. He was a little disappointed that his parents weren’t going to be attending the ceremony or after party, but he tried his best to stomp that down. Besides, he had Eijirou, and all his friends, there to support him in the ways they could. 

“Don’t you boys just look so handsome!” Auntie Inko exclaimed, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Deku was standing next to him in their small apartment, biting his lip to avoid crying himself. Even Katsuki felt himself tearing up a bit—he worked his ass off for years for this moment. He didn’t even throw a fit when his Auntie insisted on a photo of the two of them together, leaning in to share the space with Deku. 

Once the photos were complete, they piled into his Auntie’s car to head to the University. Eijirou told him he’d meet Katsuki at the ceremony so he could spend time with his family, which only made him pout a bit. But, he didn’t dwell on it for long; he was going to have unfettered access to Eijirou once the movie premiere was over. Which was tomorrow. And he was Eijirou’s plus one. 

‘Focus Katsuki,’ he chided himself. He could think about the implications of going public with their relationship later. Today, it was his day. The ride to the University was uneventful, but it gave Katsuki time to redirect his energy toward how proud of himself he was. He had heard for years that he was going to be nothing but a delinquent, so how sweet this victory felt. 

“I’m sorry Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru couldn’t be here,” Izuku whispered low enough that his mother wouldn’t hear, knowing that was a sore spot for her as well as Katsuki. 

“Don’t be. I know they’re proud. They’re just busy.” It was the mantra he repeated to himself to stifle the disappointment. “You know, I’m proud of you, ya nerd.” 

“Who are you and what have you done with Kacchan?” Deku teased, expertly avoiding the elbow thrown his way. It seemed that they made it in a blink of an eye, and the excitement surged through him all over again. Eijirou had texted him to let him know where he was, and the trio made their way to him. 

“Hey ‘Tsuki. Hey Midoriya,” he greeted them both, Katsuki with a kiss and Deku with a fistbump. “Hello ma’am,” he added in Inko’s direction. 

“So polite. You chose yourself a keeper, didn’t you, Katsuki?” Inko teased, which earned her a half-hearted snarl and roll of the eyes while his face flushed. “No need to be so formal. You can call me Mama Midoriya if you’d like. Now, Izuku, when is Uraraka supposed to get here?” she asked, turning her attention to her son, which left the two men in their own bubble.

“I’m so proud of you, ‘Tsuki,” Eijirou murmured while his fingers toyed with the medal around Katsuki’s neck. 

“Just think, next year we will be doing this all over again, but for you.” He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so bashful suddenly; Eijirou’s praise was too much to deal with in public. 

“True. But today is about you, not me.” He leaned in for a quick kiss, to which Katsuki happily reciprocated. “Now,” he started as they separated, “I told Denks not to go overboard today, but I can’t make any promises that he actually listened.”

“Hah! It would be a cold day in hell before Dunce Face didn’t overdo it.” Katsuki could only imagine what was in store for him at the party later. 

“Now boys, we better get going if we want to get good seats,” Inko called to them, breaking them away from their conversation. Cheeks was next to her, which meant everyone who was attending the ceremony was there. Eijirou gave Katsuki one last parting kiss before he left with Inko and Uraraka. He and Deku made their way toward the mass of people, being corralled into their respective areas for the grand march into the auditorium. 

If Katsuki thought time had been moving crazy fast already, it was nothing compared to now—one second they were standing outside, the next they were seated in the stuffy auditorium, perspiration beading under his cap. There were so many people in this small area, and while Katsuki wouldn’t say he was claustrophobic, it definitely had him on edge. 

The emcee was flying through the names of those who were graduating, the Ph.D. candidates first, then the other graduate students before finally beginning on the bachelor degree recipients. Katsuki’s leg was bouncing with pent up energy; there wasn’t any sort of seating arrangement, so they were allowed to line up by major. He figured that being at the front of his section would mean he would be seated closer to the front of the recipients, but as luck had it, he was the absolute last person on his side of the auditorium. Fuckin’ peachy. 

Finally the usher made their way to his row, and they made their way to the stage, his name card clutched firmly in his hand. The noise in the auditorium was deafening, most families ignoring the “please hold all applause until the end of the ceremony” that had been advised at the beginning by Chancellor Nezu. He was so close to his target, the person ahead of him getting their photo taken before walking the stage themselves. The flash temporarily blinded him once it was his turn, but he didn’t let it stop him, the adrenaline of this moment finally kicking in. He handed over his name card and made his way to the center of the stage. 

“School of Science, bachelors in chemistry, Bakugou Katsuki!” the emcee’s booming voice called out as Katsuki shook hands with the short, balding man that was Chancellor Nezu while receiving the scroll that stood in place of diplomas. He was tunnel-visioned at this point, his focus on the symbolic scroll as he turned and grinned manically at the crowd. He fuckin’ did it! The room was full of polite applause for him, but he swore he could hear Eijirou hollering for him. 

Once he got seated, the emcee went into a big spiel about something or another—Katsuki couldn’t focus, nor did he care. His hands were shaking and he knew there were a few tears mixing with the sweat on his face. And when they called for all the new graduates to move their tassels to the left, cheers erupted and chaos ensued as caps were tossed in the air. Classmates hugged one another and there were many tears shed. A sense of peace washed over him as they announced his graduating class. He made it.  

As quickly as they all filed into the auditorium, they were ushered out, the staff ready to prepare for the next ceremony. Katsuki couldn’t keep the grin off his face as they were herded like cattle, losing track of Deku in the process. He squinted as they finally exited the building, the sun beating down into his eyes. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, and as he pulled it out, he saw that it was a text from Eijirou letting him know where they were at. He made his way over to their new meeting spot, picking up a lost looking Izuku along the way. 

“Congratulations baby,” Eijirou smiled as they finally re-congregated, leaning down for a kiss before offering a bouquet of flowers to Katsuki. 

“Thanks babe,” Katsuki blushed, taking the flowers. 

“You two need a picture! Get close!” Cheeks said, whipping her phone out. As they posed for their picture, waves of gratitude washed over Katsuki—for the man next to him, for his cousin and Auntie, for the woman taking his picture. He wouldn’t have been able to come this far without each and every one of them in some form or fashion.

“We better hurry, or we will miss Kaminari’s party for us,” Deku called over to them as Uraraka texted the pictures she took over to Katsuki. 

“We are the party, nerd. Dunce Face can get over it if we’re late.” It finally got to the point that it was sweltering in the regalia, Katsuki shedding the gown as quickly as he could. 

“Denks won’t be mad. Knowing him, he’s probably scrambling to get everything ready because he slept in,” Eijirou laughed. He was probably right too. The men returned their gowns, and all five of them piled into Inko’s small car, ready to head to Tape Deck for the party, since their apartment was too small to host all their friends. The car was alight with idle conversation as they made the short drive to the house, Katsuki and Izuku’s excited energy still contagious.

Whatever Katsuki was anticipating as they pulled up to the driveway of Eijirou’s house paled in comparison to what Dunce Face had actually cooked up. There was a giant ‘congratulations!’ banner across the front porch, and you could already feel the music pulsing as they all exited the vehicle. It was then that it dawned on him that he was about to subject his Auntie to one Kaminari Denki. Thank God it wasn’t his own mother. 

“Congrats my homo bromos!” Speak of the devil. Hurricane Dunce Face came running down the stairs, Soy Sauce Face and Troll Doll following behind him, and pulled Katsuki and Deku into a hug that Katsuki vehemently fought against. 

“Can’t you behave for like, I don’t know, two seconds?” Katsuki griped as he was able to extract himself from Kaminari’s hold. 

“He doesn’t know the meaning of that word,” Sero laughed. 

“He really doesn’t,” Shinsou sighed as he pulled Kaminari away from the group and to his side. 

“That’s totally not true and you all know it,” he pouted before noticing Inko. “Oh m’god I’m so sorry, Ma’am! I’m Kaminari Denki. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Please dear, call me Mama Midoryia.” Auntie continued to introduce herself to the others and Katsuki took the second to breathe.

“You doin’ okay babe?” Eijirou whispered into his hair as he pressed a kiss to his temple. 

“I’m fine. Just know this is about to be a long day. And who knows what we will see once we get inside.” He shuddered to think of it, still scarred by Sero’s underwear. 

“If it helps, I think Shinsou and Hanta helped him get things ready, so at least he wasn’t entirely left to his own devices.” Thank god for that. They made their way inside the house, and Katsuki was surprised to see that most of the staff of Sugar Rush was there.

“Satou had us get the orders out early this morning and closed up shop for the party,” Kaminari explained as he followed the two into the house. Huh, that was kinda sweet of him. Jirou was in the corner with Camie, both of them drinking out of plastic glasses which Katsuki could only hope was fruit punch and not liquor of some sort. Glasses was engaged in a conversation with the Midoriyas and Cheeks, and Dunce Face was greeting TetsuTetsu and Tokoyami as they showed up late, Tetsu with a case of beer in hand. Tokoyami immediately made a beeline for the stool in the corner of the kitchen, where Katsuki was sure he was going to remain for the rest of the party. 

Hours passed by without incident, but the minute that Auntie Inko left to go home, Dunce Face had broken out the alcohol and the “real” party began, according to him. A few other Tape Deck regulars came filtering in, which made Katsuki suspicious that this was about to turn into another gig of Kaminari’s, which immediately was confirmed as the doors to the basement opened.  As they migrated downstairs and the live music began, Katsuki felt like he was at home with Eijirou by his side as they moshed and lived life to the fullest. 

All of his worries about the next day that had been simmering seemed to melt away as the night progressed and the drinks continued. Whatever came next, he would be able to handle it. 

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Katsuki was wrong—there was no way he was going to be able to handle this. The next day came with a hangover of epic proportions and a pit in his stomach that was threatening to claw its way up his throat. The low-level panic that had been thrumming under the surface for about a week now reared its ugly head, causing him to be short with Deku as he was pacing around their apartment. 

“For the love of god, Kacchan, calm down before you have an aneurism,” Izuku finally snapped, pushing tylenol and a glass of water in Katsuki’s hand as he guided him to the kitchen table to sit. 

“Shut up nerd,” he snarled before downing the pills. “What if he gets embarrassed of me?” The insecurities were bubbling to the surface at a rapid pace, the fear of losing Eijirou too much to fathom. 

“I hardly doubt you’re going to do anything to embarrass yourself, or him for that matter. You’re not fifteen anymore, Kacchan. You do have some sense of decorum now.” He had a point; Katsuki may be a hothead, but at least he knew how to control it, for the most part. 

“But what if—” 

“Stop with the ‘what ifs!’ You’ve been at this since you woke up! He likes you enough to want the world to know.” Izuku’s glare softened as he took in the wide-eyed fear that was blanching Katsuki’s face. “I know it can be scary, but I know you’re just as crazy about him as he is you.”

“I just want to be the best partner I can be. And you know how crowds make me.” Public speaking, and events where all eyes were on him, always made him squirm uncomfortably, no matter how much practice he had growing up. 

“Just focus on Eijirou—I’m sure he’ll have your back. And I’m sure that if it gets to be too much he’ll know exactly what to do. You just have to let him know.” Damn the nerd and his ability to make things make sense. “Now, he will be here in an hour and you look like death warmed over. Get your ass in gear and get ready.”

“Oh fuck off,” he rolled his eyes. “Thanks, by the way.” Izuku just nodded at him, turning his attention back to prepping for his watch party with Cheeks, Dunce Face, and Eyebags. 

Katsuki rushed to prepare himself, showering quickly then dressing in the suit that Eijirou had picked out for him, much to his dismay. Thankfully it wasn’t as much of a fashion disaster as it could have been, given EIjirou’s love of bold patterns. The dark slacks and deep red button down were accentuated by a vest with white roses on it. He was surprised there wasn’t a jacket, but he wasn’t going to question it. 

By the time he finished popping in his contacts and applying some eyeliner, there was a knock at the door, signaling that Eijirou was there to pick him up. He scrambled to the front room, making sure he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, and opened the door to see Eijirou looking as dashing as ever in his charcoal grey suit. His hair was tied back tastefully and he had a bashful smile on his face as he took in Katsuki. 

“You look great—”

“Damn Ei, you’re so handsome—”

They blinked as they talked over one another before both men burst out laughing. Why was Katsuki so nervous anyway? This was his Eijirou; the silly man he had fallen head over heels for. So what if they were going public with their relationship? It wouldn’t change a damn thing. 

“As much as I’d love to stay here with you, we probably should get going so we aren’t late.” Katsuki nodded, slipping his shoes on and following Ei outside while throwing up the middle finger as Deku wished them good luck and to have a great time on the way out. Katsuki blinked when he saw the limousine. 

“Perks of the job, I guess?” Ei shrugged sheepishly. 

“Idiot,” Katsuki smiled fondly, sliding into the vehicle. Eijirou followed, his hand immediately finding the other’s and holding it securely. His palm was slightly sweaty and it was then that Katsuki realized that Ei must be just as nervous as he was. “Hey, we’ve got this,” Katsuki assured the both of them, “if shit goes south, we bail and just let those extras think what they want to. Today is about you.” 

“Thanks Katsuki,” Eijirou smiled, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Katsuki found himself chasing after his lips once they parted, which earned him a hearty laugh from Eijirou. The anxiety that he had been feeling all morning seemed to melt away as he sat hand-in-hand with Ei, the silence not oppressive but comforting. 

As they approached the theater, Katsuki could see the crowd gathered, which made his pulse quicken. He could do this. He would do this. For Eijirou and for himself. As they pulled over, the red carpet matched with their door, he took a steadying breath. 

“Ready love?” Eijirou asked as he squeezed Katsuki’s hand reassuringly. 

“As I’ll ever be.” With that, the chauffeur opened the door and the silence was instantly dispelled, shouts and camera clicks accompanied by blinding flashes of light filling the void. Both men exited the vehicle and it was like a drop of blood being teased to hungry sharks—immediately they were surrounded by reporters who were calling out to Eijirou, desperate for his attention. He played it cool, however, politely smiling and waving, yet not engaging with the multitudes of voices chorusing out for him. It made Katsuki’s head swim, but he held steady, not wanting to break so soon. 

“Kirishima!” one reporter called out, stepping in front of the two of them, shoving a microphone into Eijirou’s face. “How excited are you for the premiere of the Red Riot movie tonight?” It was then that they saw their intertwined hands, and a smile crossed their features. “And who might this be with you?”

“I am excited for the world to see Red Riot come to life on the big screen,” he answered diplomatically. “As for who I am with, this is my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? And what would your name be, young man?” The microphone was then moved to Katsuki, as was the camera that had been trailing behind the reporter. 

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he bit out gruffly, trying to keep the nerves from his voice, but knowing he was failing miserably. A quick squeeze of his hand from Eijirou was enough to steel his nerves. The squeeze did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose grin only widened. 

“Bakugou, huh? Well then, how long have you and Kirishima been an item? And why is this the first time we are hearing about you?” He could feel his blood pressure rising with each question thrown his way.

“We’ve been together for a while, but we wanted some privacy with our relationship,” Eijirou smoothly interjected, saving Katsuki from blowing up. 

“Is it really privacy, or is it more making sure he’s gonna stick around?” The fuck were they trying to say? 

“Excuse me?” Katsuki asked, teeth gritted and veins pulsing on his temple. Eijirou just blinked at the reporter, seemingly stunned at her blunt question. 

“I mean, Kirishima here is young, rich, and gorgeous. Who’s to say you’re not just in it for the money?” Oh, they wanted to play that game, huh?

“Listen here bitch,” Katsuki started, all sense of the decorum Deku swore he had leaving him, “I don’t know what kind of news program you’re running here, but you better think twice before asking people asinine questions like that again. Because there’s no reason for you to be disrespecting a wonderful man like Kirishima by making bold statements like that. And, for your information, I’m in love with this man, and I wouldn’t ever think of using him like you’re accusing me of. So, from the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.” 

The reporter looked at him with their jaw hung wide open, and the cameraman was quick to run off. Katsuki felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and it didn’t take a genius to know that it was Deku texting him. He turned to look at Eijirou, who was looking at him incredulously. 

“Ei, I’m so—”

“You love me?” The words were asked so softly that Katsuki could barely hear them, but it was enough to make his own stop short. 

“Of course I love you. Anyone would be an idiot to not love you. You make me a better man every day, and I’m glad you continue choosing me.” Tears lined Eijirou’s eyes, and Katsuki would be lying to say that he didn’t have any himself. They kissed briefly, ignoring the clicks of cameras and existing in the bubble that was theirs. 

“I love you too, you know,” Eijirou said as they broke apart, and Katsuki smiled at him warmly, already having known this fact. “Let’s get moving; I’m sure the closer we get to the entrance, the less we will have to deal with nosy paparazzi.” 

They hadn’t gotten more than ten feet down the carpeted path before a voice called out to Katsuki, making his stomach drop. There was no way… 

“Oi brat!” his mother yelled, stomping her way over to him, his father in tow. “I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but sure as hell my ears weren’t. What are you even doing here at an event like this? You’re too fuckin’ feral.” 

“Oh shove it, Hag,” he quipped back at her before stepping forward and giving her and his father a hug, much to the confusion of Eijirou. 

“Uh?” 

“Sorry Ei. These are my parents. This is my boyfriend.” There. Introductions were done. But, wait a second—

“Oh! Hello Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou. It’s nice to see you again,” Eijirou smiled at the couple. “Wait, you’re Katsuki’s parents?” he finally asked as it caught up to him too. 

“We literally have the same last name, Ei. How are you just now putting this together?”

“You don’t really talk about your parents! For all I know, they could have been distant relatives of yours.” Well, he did have a point, even if Katsuki was the spitting image of his mother.

“Ouch, you don’t talk about us, Brat?”

“Oh shut up, Hag.”

“Katuski, please be nice to your mother,” Masaru sighed and Katsuki bared his teeth at him. 

“I’m sorry Katsuki hasn’t formally introduced you to us. You’ll have to come over sometime for dinner. And I can show you his baby pictures as retaliation.” Eijirou perked up at this and Katuski whipped his attention back to his mother. 

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

“Try me, ya little shit.”

“As pleasant as it’s been seeing you both, Mitsuki and I must make our rounds. Please do come over soon Katsuki. And as my wife said, you’re more than welcome to join Kirishima.” As suddenly as they appeared, they were gone, mingling with the crowd. 

“I really hope we don’t get any more surprises tonight,” Katsuki grumbled as they passed a trio holding hands, the blue-haired woman in the middle flanked by a buff-looking blond and a timid-looking man with black hair. 

“No kidding. I still can’t believe I met your parents tonight.” They rounded the corner, closer to the entrance when they both stopped, not believing their eyes. 

“Hanta? What the hell, dude?” Eijirou exclaimed, catching Sero’s attention. 

“Hey guys,” he smiled, as if it were just another day at Tape Deck and he wasn’t standing there in a fitted designer suit. 

“I mean, I know why I’m here. But why are you here?” Katsuki asked.   

“He’s my plus one,” a stoic voice said, and a man with two-tone hair appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Sero’s waist. 

“You’ve been dating Todoroki?” Eijirou shouted, briefly gaining the attention of those around them, before they decided that it wasn’t worth it, especially after the tabloid interview disaster. 

“Is there a problem with that?” Half and Half asked, blinking at them. 

“Not at all! It’s just surprising is all,” Eijirou backtracked quickly, waving his hands in front of him. 

“The bastard’s just been cryptic with who he’s been seeing. That’s why we’re so surprised to see him here with you,” Katsuki added, once it finally registered in his brain who they were talking to. Deku would be rolling over in his proverbial grave right now if he could be face to face with Todoroki Shouto. 

“Oh, that’s okay then. I thought you had a problem with gay people.” Katsuki couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not with how bluntly it was said.

“Babe, they’re hella gay for one another,” Sero whispered, which then answered Katuski’s unspoken question. 

“Congratulations then. Sorry for assuming.” He accompanied his apology with a small bow. 

“It’s really no big deal, man,” Eijirou laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Todoroki straightened his posture and something past the two of them caught his attention.  

“Oh look, there’s my Father. Come on, Hanta—let’s go piss him off.” With that, he was gone, weaving through the crowd toward a massive man with flaming red hair. 

“And that’s my cue to leave. Have fun tonight guys!” Sero called out to them as he chased after Todoroki.   

“Do I even want to know?” Katsuki asked. 

“From what I’ve gathered, Todoroki and his father don’t have the greatest relationship, so he does as much as he can to get under his skin. I’m just hoping that he’s not using Hanta.”

“Doesn’t look like it. Soy Sauce Face seemed to be smitten with the guy. Besides, if he is, we’ll just kick his ass,” Katsuki shrugged, earning him a hearty laugh from Eijirou. People passed by, filing into the theater, and Katsuki checked his watch. “Shit, it’s almost premiere time. We better get going.” 

“Let’s do this thing!” Eijirou exclaimed, bumping his fists together before lacing his fingers with Katsuki’s. They made their way to their seats, at the very front of the theater, thank you very much. The lights dimmed, previews started, and Katsuki found himself antsy to see his boyfriend on the big screen. 

“You excited babe?” Eijirou teased after a while, the previews cycling through not nearly fast enough in Katsuki’s opinion. 

“I can’t wait to see you, sue me,” he shrugged.

“You’ve got me right here,” he chuckled and Katsuki flipped him off, which earned him another laugh. 

“You know what I mean, asshole. This is your work—you’ve seen what I do, now it’s my turn to see what you pour your blood, sweat, and tears into.” He could see the tearful smile that Eijirou was sporting and leaned over to kiss him softly as the final preview finished. 

“I hope you’ll enjoy it, I really do, ‘Tsuki,” he whispered as they parted and settled in their seats. They fell into a comfortable silence as the opening credits began rolling. As the credits transformed into the title sequence and first scenes of the film, Katsuki felt immense pride surge through him for his boyfriend. All the hard work finally paid off for him as they got to watch him bring a beloved character to life on the silver screen.

As he snuck a glance at Eijirou, who was watching the film, mesmerized by the action, Katuski knew that he wanted to spend forever seeing that face. He may be young, dumb, and in love, but he knew what he wanted, damn it. And that was a life with Eijirou, as long as he would have him. A soft smile came to his face as they both watched on—who would have ever thought that one shift at Sugar Rush would lead to such a life-changing trajectory for him. After all, Katsuki will forever be thankful for shitty coffee and for being wrong about never seeing Eijirou again, that’s for sure.  

Not that he would ever complain, of course. They both may have done some stupid shit along the way, but all that mattered now was that they were together. Equals that had each other’s best interest at heart. If asked to do it over, Katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometimes, it does pay off in the best way to be wrong.

#jaz writes #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #long fic #chapter 6 #mocha choco latte #On the Rocks #also on ao3

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It’s such a great fic I want to eat it so bad go read it now

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44283478/chapters/134781952

#Fanart #bnha #bakugou katsuki #baby Baku week 2024 #Eri #She borrowed those sunglasses from Aoyama #It’s neither canon or relevant to the fic I just need you to know that I drew them thinking that #Spent way too long figuring out the physics of a hat #Spent even longer struggling with legs before I gave up lmao #Bakugou is absolutely the type to wear caps backwards change my mind #In his 4yo brain a beret is just a weird lookin cap so he wears that backwards too #fic recs