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littlemochix17 · 3 months

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Chapter 1

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It has been almost a week since Izuku surprised his mother by bringing you home with him. Despite the unexpectedness of the situation, the kind-hearted woman graciously allowed you to stay in their guest room until you could find a permanent place to live. The thought of you staying in an orphanage, as Izuku had described, was too much for her compassionate heart to bear. She even offered you some of her own clothes, although they didn't quite fit due to your taller and slimmer frame. Nevertheless, you were grateful for the warm and welcoming hospitality that the Midoriya family showed you.

Over the course of the week, you grew to appreciate the kindness and warmth of the Midorya family. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. They didn't know what to call you since you had not yet shared your name with them. Consequently, they would try to get your attention when speaking to you, but you would only respond with a nod or a simple 'yes' or 'no'. It wasn't that you didn't trust them, but rather that you had never really talked to anyone before. As a result, you stuck to what you knew and kept your interactions with them to a minimum.

You found yourself sitting on the couch, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings. Inko had given you her phone to use, but you still found it difficult to operate, even after Izuku's attempts to teach you. You were desperate for any clues about your identity, whether you had a family or not, and what your past might have been. You knew that getting your hopes up was dangerous, but you were determined to find some answers.

Izuku was usually there to help you with your search, but he was currently at school. You had no idea what school was, but you didn't want to distract Izuku from what he called studies, so you decided to continue your quest alone.

As you were scrolling through Facebook, you stumbled upon a news post that caught your attention. It was about a nurse who had been assigned to care for you when you were in the lap. She had been kind enough to teach you how to read and write even if they were little bits, despite the risks involved. However, her kindness had cost her dearly, and she was killed for it. You felt a pang of sadness as you remembered her, but you also felt a spark of hope. Maybe this nurse had left some clues behind that could help you uncover your past. You looked at the post with great interest, hoping to find some answers at last.

As you were reading the post, it was mentioned that a nurse had leaked some confidential information about an illegal child kidnapping organization that must have been the one you were in. It seems that the nurse could no longer bear the thought of anyone suffering due to your association with the organization. In fact, the mere idea of them hurting others seemed to have set you off. Sadly, the pictures of the leaked information were burned, but you noticed something peculiar as you zoomed in on one of the pictures. Despite the blur, one name stood out, and it felt oddly familiar to you.

"(Y/n)?"

As you uttered the name, a searing pain shot through your head causing you to drop Inko's phone. You instinctively reached for your head, feeling yourself losing consciousness. Suddenly, everything went black.

As you looked around, you realized that you were no longer in the Midoriyas' living room. It felt like you were in some sort of trance, where your mind and body were separated, and you were only experiencing the former. You glanced around and spotted a woman who looked exactly like you, except for her striking long blonde hair. Her eyes, nose, and lips were identical to yours. She seemed to be searching for something or someone, and then she called out a name "(Y/N)...". The sound of her voice was heart-wrenching as she broke down in tears.

As you woke up, you found yourself sweating profusely and gasping for air. The sound of crying caught your attention, and you turned your head to see the woman and her son who had been taking care of you. They were both crying, and you couldn't help but feel awkward as they looked at you. You had been living with them for a week now, and you had noticed how sensitive both Izuku and his mother Inko can be.

Inko immediately noticed that you were awake and started crying even harder. She hugged you tightly, and you could feel her tears soaking your clothes.

"Oh! WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU! YOU JUST PASSED OUT, AND I HEARD YOU FALLING JUST A-A FEW MINUTES BEFORE IZUKU CAME HOME. WHEN HE SAW YOU, HE WAS ABOUT TO PASS OUT HIMSELF," she yelled, still sobbing.

You tried to calm her down by patting her back and assuring her that you were okay. You looked over to Izuku, who was also crying.

"H-hey, are you a-alright?" he asked, his voice shaking. Inko also looked at you, waiting for your response.

You smiled brightly and said,

"(Y/n) is alright!"

However, as soon as you spoke, both Inko and Izuku froze in shock. They looked at you as if they had seen a ghost, and then both of them fainted, which made you panic.

"Ek!?"

"(Y/n) Come on Honey breakfast is ready" you heard Inko's sweet motherly voice waking you up

"(Y/n) is up," you said before yawning

After two weeks of knowing your name, Inko asked if you wanted to join Izuku in attending school. She took the time to explain what school was, but you were initially hesitant about it. However, watching Izuku head out for hours every day made you feel bored and lonely at home, so you eventually agreed to enrol. To help you with the process, Inko called someone who could provide you with the necessary documents. She even gave you her old last name to use for the enrollment. With Inko's help, you were able to take the first step towards attending school with Izuku.

You got up and took the uniform Inko left you, you frowned at the skirt it reminded you of the stupid gown you always hated, You grudgingly put on the uncomfortable garment that Inko had insisted all girls wear to school. You didn't want to stand out as the odd one out on your first day, especially since you were already a month late. You headed towards the kitchen table, where Izuku was sitting, and greeted him with a cheerful

"Good morning, Izuku!" He jumped up, still not used to hearing your voice, and blushed at the fact that you referred to him by his first name.

"o-oh g-good morning (Y/n) did you sleep well?"

He asked if you had slept well, to which you responded brightly

"(Y/n) slept well!"

After breakfast, you said goodbye to Inko, gathered your things, and walked out of the building with Izuku, heading towards school.

As you walked to school with Izuku, the morning air was crisp and cool. You chatted about the neighbourhood shops and other things, and he eagerly shared his knowledge. Then, you turned to him and asked a question that had been on your mind.

"Izuku, is school good?" you tilted your head curiously, your big doe eyes sparking with interest. He couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at how adorable you looked. Clearing his throat, he replied,

"Yeah, school is good. You can get a degree and become whatever you want." His smile was genuine and infectious.

"Can Izuku be a hero in school?" you asked, and he laughed awkwardly, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks.

The young girl's face fell when she heard Izuku's response. "No, sadly I can't," he had said, and she couldn't help but puff her cheeks in disappointment.

"Why not?" she asked, hoping there was a way for him to achieve his dream. Izuku hummed thoughtfully before answering,

"Well, if I want to be a Pro Hero, I have to get into a Hero school first."

"A Hero school?" the girl repeated, looking at him with curious eyes.

Izuku nodded, his face serious. "Yes, that's the only way to become a Pro Hero. But first, I have to pass the entrance exam, where people get to test their quirks before getting expected."

As he spoke, you nodded, remembering when he had asked you about your quirk earlier. You hadn't understood what he was talking about at the time, but he had patiently explained it to you.

"But Izuku doesn't have a quirk," you said, feeling sad for your friend.

The other boy's smile faded at your words, but before he could say anything, you spoke up again. "(Y/n) thinks Izuku can become a hero without a quirk!" you said, giving him an encouraging look.

Izuku's face lit up at your words, and he laughed heartily, giving you a grateful head pat.

"Thanks (Y/n)-Chan"

As soon as the duo entered the school gate, they were greeted by a sea of students bustling around them, making (Y/N) feel overwhelmed. Without realizing it, she tightly grasped Izuku's hand, causing him to let out a surprised gasp, feeling faint. However, he noticed (Y/N)'s trembling hands and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He tightened his grip on her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze, as he navigated them both through the throng of students, who were giving him hostile looks. But one pair of eyes, in particular, was fixed on his hand, which held a delicate one. Those eyes belonged to none other than the school bully, Katsuki Bakugo.

As they reached the classroom, Izuku attempted to persuade (Y/n) to wait outside until the teacher called her name. However, the girl didn't seem to agree with his suggestion and instead clung to him tightly, causing other students to glance at them with curiosity. With a slight sigh, Izuku reluctantly gave in and brought her inside the classroom. She settled down at the desk beside him, while the other students continued to eye them with interest.

As they sat, the curious eyes of many students followed them. A girl with short red hair and hazel eyes, radiating confidence and warmth, walked up to a (E/c)-eyed girl with a bright smile. She ignored Izuku completely, focusing all her attention on the new student.

"Hello there! You must be the new student. I'm Yuka Onimaru. What's your name?" Her voice was gentle, yet full of energy. Yuka's name meant gentle fire and perfect spirit, and her soft hazel eyes bored into the new girl's own.

(Y/n) looked at Izuku, who gave her an encouraging nod, urging her to introduce herself. He didn't want her to feel left out on her first day of school because of him. As he watched her smile and introduce herself as he had taught her, However, Izuku couldn't help but wonder if (Y/n) would make friends and treat him like everyone else. What if she made friends quickly and forgot all about him? But then, he remembered her words from earlier that morning and blushed. Over the past few weeks, she had lived with him and his mother, and he had noticed her innocence and kindness. She was too pure for her own good, and he couldn't help but feel protective of her.

"Well Shuzenji-Chan it's nice to meet you! It seemed like you didn't have anyone with you so let's be friends how about that?" (Y/n) frowned slightly at the girl and titled her head

"But (Y/n) does have a friend," she said which made the other's smile brighten.

"Really? Are they new too? maybe you can introduce them as well! Are they in the same class as us?"

As the (H/c) haired girl introduced her friend, Izuku, her face lit up with excitement. However, the joy was short-lived as Yuka looked at Izuku with utter disgust. The green-haired boy's heart sank as he feared what was about to happen next. Yuka sneered at him and turned to (Y/n), putting her hand on her shoulder, and said,

"Oh honey, whatever that loser told you, don't trust him. He's nothing but a quirkless idiot. I don't know what he said to trick you into being his friend, but that's alright. You have me now, and my cool firespirit quirk is most likely realistic, unlike whatever he told you." Yuka's cruel laughter echoed in the room, making Izuku feel even more ashamed as he looked down, avoiding (Y/n)'s eyes.

However, (Y/n) could not stand the hurt look on Izuku's face and stood up, glaring at Yuka with all her might. The atmosphere in the room changed as (Y/n)'s voice turned cold, making everyone in the room shiver.

"(Y/n) never said Izuku has a quirk," she said, her eyes locked with Yuka's, making the other girl freeze. Yuka felt a wave of faintness as she looked into (Y/n)'s intense stare.

Yuka's heart was pounding as the air around her suddenly turned icy cold. The girl with (E/c) eyes had a look of malice on her face, and Yuka felt a sudden fear wash over her. A voice echoed in her head, sounding like two people talking at the same time - one male, and one female. The voice asked,

'Does it matter having a quirk or not?'

Yuka stumbled backwards as the classroom disappeared around her, replaced by what appeared to be a void. The only two people left were her and (Y/n), who were glaring at her. Yuka's eyes widened in terror as she watched the girl's eyes turn completely black. She let out a blood-curdling scream before falling backwards. Suddenly, Yuka heard a familiar voice calling out for them,

"Oi! Extras"

and the void disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Yuka blinked in confusion as she found herself back in the classroom. (Y/n) was no longer glaring at her but was instead focused on the ash-blonde boy now sitting in front of her. Yuka's classmate grumbled about the upcoming arrival of the teacher, looking curiously at the new girl who had just arrived. As Yuka tried to regain her composure, she felt (Y/n) bump her shoulder, making her shiver as she whispered in her ear,

"Yuka better apologize to Izuku." (Y/n) then smiled and walked up to the boy, telling him that she no longer wanted to be friends with Yuka and that Izuku was much nicer. Yuka's heart sank as she watched her walk away,

As (Y/n) beamed at the boy, he couldn't help but blush at the attention he was receiving. However, unbeknownst to them, two sets of eyes were observing the interaction. One of the onlookers had a suspicious look on their face as if they were trying to decipher what was going on. Meanwhile, the other observer's eyes were filled with fear, indicating that they felt threatened or uneasy about what just happened.

"Oi"

As the clock ticked towards lunchtime, the classroom slowly emptied out, except for (Y/n) who remained seated, lost in her own world of drawing in her Eraserhead notebook. She was waiting for Izuku to gather his things when suddenly, a hand slammed down on her desk, making her jump. Startled,

she looked up to see the ash-blonde boy she had been admiring all day, accompanied by two other boys whom she hadn't really noticed before. The boy's bright crimson eyes caught her attention; she couldn't help but think they were really pretty. But before she could utter a word, he began to speak in a rather aggressive tone, calling her 'extra.'

"Listen here you little extra-"

However, before he could finish, Izuku stuttered his way in, pleading with Bakugo to stop.

"Kacchan! p-please do-don't i-"

But Bakugo wouldn't have any of it, calling Izuku 'stupid'

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID DEKU NONE TOLD YOU TO TALK!" activating his quirk, causing small explosions to erupt from his hands. In an instant, the girl was on her feet, frowning at Bakugo, who was taken aback by her actions and how quick she was, freezing in his tracks.

"Kacchan is mean," she huffed, making the other boys choke on their breath.

"HAAAA? WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME? DUMBASS!" Bakugo's loud voice echoed through the empty classroom. Izuku, startled by his outburst, instinctively grabbed your hand and both of your bags and without a moment's hesitation, started running, pulling you along with him.

"AH! SORRY KACCHAN!" he yelled, his breaths quickening as he tried to keep up with the frantic pace. The two of you disappeared from Bakugo's view, leaving him standing with his two gawns who were still shocked, fuming with anger.

As he took a deep breath to calm himself down, his eyes fell on a notebook lying on the floor. It was the girl's Eraserhead notebook, which she had dropped during the commotion. Bakugo picked it up and flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning for any useful information. Suddenly, he noticed a name written in sloppy handwriting on the front page - '(Y/n) Shuzenji'. He smirked to himself, deciding that he would keep the notebook and see if he could use it to his advantage.

As the two of you reached the lockers, you both were panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. Izuku finally let go of your hand and let out a sigh of relief.

"That was a close one," he whispered.

Although he knew that he could not stand up against Bakugo, he was not going to let him bully you. He couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of his childhood friend's actions. Looking at you, he smiled warmly as he saw you trying to recover from the dizziness caused by the sudden rush.

After the girl had regained her composure, he asked her if she was alright. She nodded in response, and he proceeded to collect their belongings and put them in the lockers. Turning towards her, he noticed a sparkle in her eyes. The girl's eyes lit up as she gazed at him, and she asked him a question that made him feel like his soul had left his body.

"Does Izuku think (Y/n) can talk to Kacchan again?" she inquired.

He stuttered in disbelief, unable to fathom the mere idea of them conversing with the blonde again.

"E-EH!?" he managed to utter, still reeling from the shock.

As the day drew to a close, (Y/n) and Izuku strolled side by side, relieved that Bakugo had left them alone for the remainder of the day. Despite (Y/n)'s yearning to gaze into Bakugo's striking crimson eyes once again, she couldn't help but feel secure in the presence of those same fiery eyes that once intimidated her. There was something oddly familiar about those eyes that she couldn't quite place as if she had seen them before in the past but couldn't recall where or when.

As they walked towards Izuku's house, (Y/n) asked him an intriguing question. "Izuku," she said, "what does Chan mean?" Izuku hummed thoughtfully before answering. "Chan is an honorific used to address someone you find cute or endearing. Similar to how people use 'Kun' to address their male friends and 'San' when meeting someone new," he explained patiently.

(Y/n)'s eyes lit up with excitement as she listened attentively, eager to learn more about the nuances of the Japanese language. Izuku continued to explain the different honorifics, and the girl made sure to memorize each one and its appropriate usage.

As they reached the door of Izuku's house, he turned to (Y/n) and asked, "Do you understand everything I explained?" She nodded confidently. "Hai, Izuku-kun," she replied, using the honorific she had just learned.

Izuku opened the door for her, but as they stepped inside, he realized that he had forgotten to mention an important detail. The honorifics 'Kun' and 'Chan' are typically used between lovers. The thought made him blush furiously, but before he could say anything, he heard (Y/n)'s voice from the living room. "Inko-Chan! (Y/n) met an angry pineapple with red eyes at school," she called out, oblivious to Izuku's embarrassment.

The poor boy choked on air for what felt like the tenth time that day, wishing he had been more careful with his explanation.

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hopelessdelusional · 10 months

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labyrinth

EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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thelastidiot29 · 10 months

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Katsuki Bakugou

Fantasy AU

♤Dragon Jury♤

A ring of smoke reached his cheek. Grazed it, tasted it, warmed it. The crushing weight on his chest made him cough. Raspy, shallow, hard.

"Al-Alright, you scaley freak." Katsuki spat. Raspy, shallow, hard. He stared past the gapping nostrils of the beast. Another breath of bitter cinder brushed his face, filling his lungs.

The paw of the dragon pressed against Katsuki's chest. His leather tunic doing nothing to conceal the pressure. A tsked scoff fell through his gritted teeth.

The dragon shrank closer, bit the cloth of his tunic and pulled him up into the air. Katsuki dug his fingers into the scales of his snout, holding himself, keeping from falling. Katsuki grunted. The dragon growled, its teeth baring against his torn cloth.

Katsuki clenched his hands around the scales, flug his lower body so he was sloth-ed around the beast's chin. Katsuki buried his grip in the dragon's lips, hanging on as it swung its head through the air. Katsuki grinned, grunted, and seethed, "Yeah, I got you right where I want you."

The dragon roared. It unclenched its Jaws and let out a loud, rumbling howl. Mounds of heat left its silver tongue. Katsuki seethed at the heat on his hands. He grounded the backs of his heels into the dragon's chin and twisted his body, his hands pulling at its mouth. The dragon roared and twisted its head, so far its body collapsed onto the field of grass.

Katsuki smirked. The dragon shook its head, trying desperately to claw the Barbarian Prince off of its snout.

"Would you boys stop playing around?"

Kirishima shook his head once more, dropping Katsuki on his back.

"Oof.." Katsuki grunted. He gave a grumbled scoff and clambered to his feet. His dragon friend sat down, shaking the ground beneath their feet the moment his tail reached the concrete. Katsuki scratched his head and looked over at his crossed armed figure. "What do ya want, ya old hag?"

Mitsuki, the Queen, his mother, stood. Her green dress dazzled with jewels and silver fell down her waist and grazed her heels with bristled ends. "Why are you out here, horse-playing? You both have your first scout today."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffed and grimaced. He wanted to punch Kirishima for his wagging tail and bright slitted eyes. It wouldn't do much in his dragon form, so he didn't. He walked over to the white tainted piller and snatched his cape off of the altar next to it.

His mother growled, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Katsuki."

"I heard you." He dropped the cape over his shoulder. He threaded the golden pin through the latch, binding it around his neck. "I got it."

"Katsuki."

"What."

When his red eyes looked back up, his mother was standing in front of him, frowning into his eyes. She grabbed his face, strong and rough, practically yanked him off his feet.

Katsuki growled and tried to pull her away, then her lips were on his forehead and he lit up in fury.

Katsuki struggled from her grasp, yanking away, growling and churning, "What the hell?!"

A snort left Kirishima's nostrils.

"Oh, shut up! Shitty-Scales!"

"Get ready for your scout. Your father will be sending you off." Mitsuki shook a hand through his spikes then trailed away. Katsuki glared at her back, as if expecting to burn a hole through her. It wasn't long before she disappeared behind the field gate.

Katsuki felt a gust of wind blow over his face and body. His clothes and hair shook, but he stood, motionless.

"Oooh, man!" The bright and cheery voice of Kirishima rang. Katsuki forced himself still, so as to not turn around and strangle the shape-shifting dragon. "That was adorable!"

"Say another word, and I will bury you in the ground."

"Whatever you say. Hey, man? Where are my clothes?"

Katsuki turned around, glaring at the naked redhead. Kirishima smiled with sharp teeth, and glowing eyes and the blonde closed his arms over his chest.

Kirishima's smile dropped, "Okay, no, seriously… Where are my clothes?"

"Hell if I know!" Katsuki threw his hands in the air, "I told you not to take them off in the first place!"

"Dude, we have this conversation everyday. If I keep my clothes on when I transform they'll just tear! Then I'd have to walk back to the village with my ass swinging."

"I don't know where your shitty clothes are, tail-face."

"Woah. My tail is rocking."

"Aha… then go rock it bare, back to the village."

Kirishima flashed a smile, "See I wouldn't mind that, but humans don't take too kindly to seeing my junk."

"I'm not doing this with you."

"Yes you are! Help me find them!"

Katsuki turned away. His cape flew behind him as he started towards the gate.

"I- You- Alright, fine! Your Royal Highness." Kirishima called after him. Katsuki felt himself smirk. He pulled the neck of his half torn tunic, and brushed the fabric wrinkles down and kept walking. "See if I help you the next time you lose your cape! It's still overkill by the way!"

"My cape is 'rocking'"

"Wait! Come back! You can't leave me here naked!"

"Come get me when you're ready to go."

"Bakugou!"

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One flap of his wings, with the might to bend the still, planted trees for miles. One flap. Then, they were in the air.

Katsuki was arched against the dragon's spin. In his hand he held the thorn pikes relieving from Kirishima's scaly back. The red dragon swept over trees, over birds, then through clouds. He flapped his wing again, then was back to gliding.

"First scout, huh?" The sight of the town, the brown towers and homes, the golden and beige architecture bleeding into the forest's natural palette. The sun turned the leaves dark green, light green, gray green, a bunch of greens. Katsuki scoped over the land. He tsked, "The toddlers in the orphanage could do this."

A mighty huff left Kirishima's flared nostrils. He flapped his wings, keeping them level.

Katsuki did his duty, scanning the surface area. He squinted past leaves of trees, spotting civilians. Civilians catching fish, civilians sprawling for sport, civilians dancing, civilians feasting.

The festival.

Katsuki forgot about the festival.

Kirishima must have spotted it too, because he flapped his wings and propelled them faster, past the kingdom square. Katsuki shrank against his neck, wiping his forehead then straightening back up.

"I'm fine, Shitty-Scales." Katsuki mumbled. His voice was carried away by the wind, but Kirishima's ears twitched and it told him he could be heard. "By the end of the damn thing, my Ma will realize she's an idiot."

The dragon snorted.

"I don't care if she's the Queen. She'll always be an ol' hag to me."

Another snort, less strong, soft. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

He didn't want to think about the stupid festival. The party was made with the sole purpose of manipulating him into finding a suitable king or queen. He wasn't interested in marriage, he wasn't interested in dating. 'The hell couldn't he rule the kingdom alone?!

He wouldn't think about it.

If he thought about it then he would get pissy.

His kingdom did not want him to be pissy by the time he got back for the damn festival.

So, he glared down. Glaring through the trees. Green, brown. More green, more brown, blue.

Blue?

"Ejirou, slow down." Katsuki said. He pulled himself to peer down Kirishima's flank as he glided softly. The smallest flicker of blue came from behind a tree, it was foreign, out of place. He narrowed his ruby eyes, and pointed, "Over there. Fly down."

Kirishima opened his mouth and gave a whiney groan. Katsuki knew what he meant, We should fly back, tell the Queen.

"Coward." Katsuki spat, "Fly me down."

Kirishima hesitated.

"Now."

Kirishima dipped, slicing through the air and barreling through the current of wind. He flew, changing direction and lowering his altitude. Katsuki squinted at the trees as they got closer, trying to see that blue spark again.

There was nothing.

The wind from Kirishima's wings thrusted the tree's leaves. They bent and flew, some fell to join the others on the ground. By the time Kirishima's heavy paws marked the dirt, they were centered in snowing leaves sticking to them.

Katsuki jumped from his back, his boots sticking to the soot. Kirishima knew what to do. He shrank back, ducked and went silent. Birds stopped chirping, bunnies stopped moving, and the rare phenomenon of silence shook Katsuki to his core.

A leaf stuck to his bare abdomen. He plucked it off and dropped it to the ground with the rest. He looked around. Felt the leftover wind graze his face. Then… stillness. Absolute silence.

Katsuki drew his blade from the scabbard at his lower hip.

"I would show myself, if I was you." Katsuki spat. He spun his blade, the pommel at the grip pressing against the bottom of his palm as he held it forward.

The silence broke. The smallest rustle of leaves broke the stillness. The sound of twigs rustling, leaves shaking. The blonde prince spun around, quick.

An earth shattering grumble vibrated through Kirishima's throat. He opened his mouth, and his tongue glowed with flames. Katsuki held up a hand, silently telling him to hold. The dragon obeyed.

A figure broke from the bush. His boot smacked the earth, and his hands flexed at his side. Katsuki scanned him, from his feet up. The black slacks held at his waist, the gray and black tunic that split off near his lower thigh, the silver chains around his throat, the purple scars that plagued his face and skin.

"Who the hell are you?" Katsuki held his sword, made sure the stranger knew that he was skilled enough to slit his throat.

Kirishima held his unsure stance, showing his sharp teeth.

The stranger held up his hands, grinning with a sarcastic surrender, "The name's Dabi. Nice to meet you too."

"You're trespassing."

"How would you know that? You know everyone in the kingdom by face?"

Katsuki snorted. It wasn't humorous, it was threatening. He tilted his blade, and at the same time he upturned his head. "No. But witches and mages aren't welcome here."

Dabi grinned, "Oh? Who said I'm a mage?"

"That stunt you just pulled."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bullshit. You aren't from here. Where are you from?" Katsuki stepped closer.

Dabi tilted his head up as the sharp blade got closer to the purple scarring on his throat. He still held his hands in on either side of his head, grinning, smirking.

"I'd love to give you a run down on my life story, but I'd feel a little better doing that without a blade to my throat, and an oversized lizard breathing on me."

"Dragon."

"Lizard. Dragon's are extinct."

"Are you fuckin stupid?-"

"Listen kid," Dabi put a hand on the sword, gently lowering it. "How about you forget you saw me, and run back to your little village."

"Go jump off a cliff."

"Ouch."

Katsuki clenched down on his sword's grip. He brought it back up to Dabi's throat, "Leave my kingdom. If I see your face again, I'll drive this blade into your brain."

"I get the gist." Dabi lowered his hands. Katsuki glared, he didn't stop until the scarred bastard started moving his feet.

Kirishima snapped his mouth shut, and both the teenage boys watched Dabi retreat into the safety of the trees. Katsuki slid his sword back into the scabbard and breathed.

Kirishima harbored closer to his blonde friend. He extended his muzzle so close that Katsuki could feel his retracting and extending breaths.

Katsuki gave him a pat, "Let's get back to the village."

He gave a low roar.

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The persistent pulling of the chiperish girl didn't stop him from yanking away and falling into a seat at the table. His chest was heaving, his blonde strands were a mess on his head, and the black and gold doublet collar made it suddenly hard to breathe.

Katsuki grabbed the collar and yanked it away with a grimace.

The girl, strand of red, and grace of none took the seat beside him. She smiled into his face, "Don't tell me you're tired already, prince. The festival has hardly begun."

"Get the hell out of my face." He snapped once.

Katsuki expected her persistence and energy to over take his spoiled words, but her face quickly dropped and she moved away; finally taking a hint. Katsuki fell back against the chair, groaning, and breathing for the first time since he'd arrived.

"You'll never find a bride like that, Katsuki."

Fucking Hag.

He didn't bother to look at his mom. Not even when she slid into the vacant seat beside him. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to go to his room, swing a few swords with his father and call it a night. It was nearly sun down and he was stuck in a party with a bunch of rich hungry assholes.

"Good. I don't want a bride."

"No groom would want that hostility either."

Katsuki smacked his lips and rolled his eyes. He gave no verbal response though, he was sure his mother knew exactly what he meant and was deciding to be an ignorant wrench. So silently, he turned his back to the grinning woman and watched the dancers ahead of the table.

"Is this you telling me you favor men? I can send all the ladies home."

"I swear to god–" He gritted his teeth.

"What about that dragon boy you're always spending time with? He'd be a mighty king."

"I'm not gay, you hag!"

"Well, you haven't given one of these young ladies a look all night. You need a suitress, Katsu."

"Don't call me that."

"Look at me." Mitsuki said. Though stern, it was soft.

Katsuki turned and looked at his mom. Her red eyes softened and it made his body tense as if it knew what was coming before his brain could catch up. She reached out and cupped his face, and despite instinct, he let her.

"My son, I worry about you. This isn't just about the kingdom, this about you having someone besides you. Don't take it so lightly." She mumbled. It lacked hostility, it lacked demand and it made him a little more confused than he would ever admit. He looked away, staring at the leg of the table and feeling her thumb brush over his cheek. "I just don't want you to be alone."

Finally, whatever trance he was in died and he slapped her hand away. He jerked back, crossed his arms and slouched in his chair with the hardest snarl he could muster.

"Leave me alone."

Suddenly an arm was around his neck and was pulling him out of his chair.

"You ungrateful brat! There is no winning with you!" Mitsuki yelled, twisting her fist in his hair.

Katsuki pried at her arm, "Let go of me, you dumb-"

"Finish that sentence I dare you! I will kick your ass in front of everyone, don't try me Katsuki Bakugou."

"I'd like to see you try, you useless asswipe!"

"Watch your mouth you little—"

A scream.

One single scream made both of the both relatives stop and look around.

Mitsuki pushed Katsuki back in his chair and stood up. Without a second of hesitation Katsuki straightened himself and his eyes fell to his mother. Her face was painted blues and purples from a strange light source that was not in effect earlier.

He followed his mother's wide, still eyes.

And flames.

Blue, sulfide, and heat was all that consumed the once vibrant and cheery landscape.

He fell back into his chair.

His back hit the spine of the wood and he choked at what he saw.

Flames the color of hades, plunging its way into every crevasse it could find. Screams rattled through his skull, the cackle of the horrific fire sunk into his ear drums and suddenly he was paralyzed.

And as if the devil.

One stray man parted from the gapping wall of flames that was created in seconds.

Katsuki looked at the man, starting from the feet and moving his eyes up.

He wore slacks, held at his waist, a gray and black tunic that split off near his lower thigh, silver chains gaping around his throat, and insidious purple scars that plagued his face and skin.

He grinned, "I thought you guys might be a little cold."

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bkglove · 2 years

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Intoxicated (chp 3)

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

Rated M - titty attention

college au, underage drinking (they're probably 18-20), house party, drinking games, drunk bakusquad, drunk bakugou, plus size y/n implied

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Katsuki was drunk. Like very drunk.

Your first indication of this had been when you got back from the bathroom and he’d pulled you into his lap completely unbothered by anyone else, not giving you a chance to comment. It wasn’t so weird, really, it was something you told him you liked but still felt uncomfortable about, he told you he loved when you did it, and in private, it was often how you ended up. Always somehow on top of one another. Still, you were way too aware of the fact that your feet weren’t hitting the ground, so you couldn’t allocate any of the weight, not that he’d ever complain, especially not now. When you tried to scooch off, he held firm. Luckily, everyone else seemed too preoccupied or out of it themselves to make a comment on how lovey-dovey he was being.

The second indication was the little compliments he kept mumbling to you. A, “you're so pretty,” said quietly, as he kissed your neck had shivers running down your spine. “You're so smart,” he said against the spot behind your ear, making you flush and smile; you weren’t even sure what you'd done for that one. The, “not yet,” spoken with lips again pressed to your shoulder when you announced you hadn’t gotten with anyone at one of Ashido’s parties. The comments were in no way unappreciated they were just unusual coming from him.

You’d managed to avoid getting particularly drunk. When you lost your first hand, you bargained to put an extra finger down instead of taking the shot, happy with where your head was at. You'd just kept doing that, and no one had said anything. The game was still going on, but the bet part of it was kind of moot, and now it was just a fun back and forth. You're pretty sure Katsuki is the only one still thinking of it as a competition. Stubborn and competitive, apparently traits he keeps regardless of his mental state.

His thumb slides into the very upper part of the waistband on your bottoms, swiping back and forth. Nothing particularly inappropriate but way more intimate than either of you normally cared to be in front of others. Though no one else seemed to notice. Alcohol a good excuse for why you're turning pink.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” You turn a little to ask him in a whisper.

“Did I win?” he slurred, blinking slowly and looking back at you hopefully.

You shake your head 'no' slowly, you may not be very drunk, but it's still dizzying. “No winners babe, we’re just playing for fun now.”

You mindlessly run your fingertips across the forearm he has thrown around your waist, holding you against him, hoping those words will be enough to coax him up without too much of a fight. You don’t know how he’s gonna act this drunk, but so far, he’s been incredibly docile.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out again, voice low, making you give him a shy smile. You always kinda knew he thought that, but it was nice to hear it so unabashedly.

Kaminari chooses that moment to call attention to the game again, “Bakugou it’s your turn to say something,” he shouts. You're not sure if he doesn’t realize how loud he’s being because of the alcohol and pounding music or if he just didn’t care.

Katsuki slowly furrows his brow, thinking, then nuzzles into the side of your head and murmurs, “help me?”

You have to stop yourself from cooing and risk ruining the moment. Instead, you give your boyfriend's hand a light squeeze so that he pulls back, and you whisper in his ear. “Say never have I ever dyed my hair.”

He looks at you dazzled, like you're the smartest person in the world, and then faces the rest of the group again. “Never have I ever dyed my hair.”

“Hey, no fair!” Kirishima cried, leaning too far forward and almost falling off the couch.

“That’s already been done before! You gotta say something else,” Kyouka argued.

“No. It’s perfect.” Katsuki tugged you closer, frowning at her. “y/n told me t’say it t’so it has’t’be,” he managed to get out.

Your friend's eye’s go wide at this, or at least the mostly coherent ones, Shinso’s out cold and Ashido walked off at some point and never came back, finally catching on to how far gone your boyfriend actually is. That’s your cue to get him out of there before they can start making fun of him, lest he never agree to come to something like this again.

“No fucking way.” Kaminari leaned forward as if to inspect Katsuki. Shinso slid off his shoulder. Kaminari winced and quickly tried to readjust him back to how he was as he asked, “How much did he have?”

You try and look back at Katsuki, but he’s nestled his head into the crook of your neck, slow-blinking eyelashes tickling you. His thumb still swiping back and forth under your waistband, making you fight shivers.

You sigh and admit, “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he was still taking the game seriously after we all gave up.” The distraction of the game and the fact you had to be the one taking care of Katsuki, the very opposite of what you expected from this night, helping the barely there buzz in your brain fade.

“Is he okay?” Kirishima asked at the same time as Kaminari started looking around and announced, “oh man! Where's everyone else?”

“'M fine.” The only reason you can hear Katsuki mumble is because his mouth is pressed into your neck, right below your ear. You pat his forearm, it would be distracting, but you gotta stop the other blonde.

“Kaminari no!” You hiss.

“What, why not?” He frowned, sounding genuinely confused. You're gonna be nice and blame the alcohol for that.

“Besides the fact he’ll kill you tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow. You feel Katsuki laugh a little. “There are too many strangers. Get him drunk the next time it’s just us.” You argue, hoping he’s with it enough to not keep trying to get other people to embarrass your boyfriend.

Kyouka’s giggling, watching the exchange, probably just as drunk as Katsuki but handling it completely differently. And though she seems to be finding everything extremely funny, apparently no one else finds her as amusing as him.

“Come onnnn,” Kaminari whined.

You shake your head and look at Kirishima. “Wanna help me get him to bed?”

“I can do it.” Katsuki voices into your shoulder, more aware of the conversation than you expected.

“Okay,” you let out a small laugh and tap his thigh, then move to get off his lap, but he holds you tight. “You gotta let go of me ‘Ki,” you giggle again; if anything, he only held tighter.

“Don’t wanna.”

“How else are we gonna go upstairs?” You question, running your fingers along his forearm again, your friends watching with way too much amusement.

He replies in a tone that can’t be described as anything except for adoring with words he’d usually throw with a good helping of snark. “You’re so’smart, figure it out.”

“At the very least, let me get Sero and Midoriya,” Kaminari begs, apparently no longer able to watch this silently and have the show all to himself.

“No.” You reply quickly, then shift a little so you can whisper to Katsuki, “if you let go, we can go upstairs and cuddle.”

“Promise?” He lifts his head slowly to look up at you hopefully.

“Promise.” You smile back, and this time when you move to slide off his lap, he begrudgingly lets you, keeping his arms around your waist as he follows you to stand.

“You guys good?” Kirishima checks, coming to a wobbly stand of his own.

“Of course,” Katsuki answers before you can.

You shrug, hands over Katsuki's around your waist as he leans onto you. “Yeah, but can you find Ashido? She didn’t say which room we could stay in.”

“On it.” Kirishima salutes and then stumbles off.

You don’t really have high hopes of his return. You know he gets super friendly drunk and will probably stop to talk to every single person and end up forgetting entirely what you asked.

You turn back to Kaminari. “Good luck with those two.” You gesture between Shinso and Kyouka.

“Please get some evidence of this!” He calls back as you start to make your way to the stairs. You don’t respond, just throw a middle finger up in lew of Katuski being able to.

Getting through the throngs of people still crowded in Ashido’s house is way easier than you expected. The crowd almost subconsciously parting for Katsuki’s still grumpy outer appearance despite the fact that he’s clinging to you like a lost child, practically attached chest to back. He’s gone back to mumbling words into your scalp, making you stumble until, finally, you reach the stairs.

You scan the crowd trying to spot Ashido to no avail. You decide to wait a few minutes, but if you don’t find her, you’ll go upstairs and take whatever free room there is. Katsuki leans against the wall, one hand around your waist, the other intertwined with yours, his head resting against yours.

“You smell so nice.” Each word comes out low, slow, and a little slurred with the next, but it still makes you smile.

You never would have guessed this is what Katsuki would be like drunk, maybe the sleepiness, the party was way later than he normally went to bed, even if you factored in the few hours later you managed to move his sleep schedule (in the summer) to accommodate you wanting to stay up and do more than stay in and watch a movie. The unfiltered compliments were what surprised you. He was so loving and cute, you loved his normal behavior, but you couldn’t say this wasn’t appreciated and very much boosting your ego.

You raise your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of his hand. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You respond.

He raises his head at that and moves so he's facing you. “Y’think 'm pretty?” His smile is a little lopsided but big.

You grin back. “The prettiest.”

He pouts and shakes his head, which makes you dizzy just to watch. “Can’t be. You’re th’prettiest.”

You hold his cheek, and he leans into it, fighting drooping eyelids. “We can be the prettiest together.”

He gives you another silly-looking adorable smile. “Yeah.” He squeezes your waist. “So smart.”

You stare at each other for a second, or, well, you stare, Katuski blinks a lot but doesn’t look away. You press what’s meant to be a quick kiss to his lips, but when you pull away, he follows you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. So, despite the heavy taste of a mix of liquors, you let him kiss you again. It’s sloppy, a little more on the wet side, but fun. With the pounding music and background buzz of your brain, you're both able to let go, forget that you’re in an overly crowded house party, and just enjoy the messy drunk kiss.

Katsuki finds your waist pulling you flush against him. He doesn’t care at all about where you are. Only you can hear the breathy moans he lets out despite the loud music as his hands dip lower, pawing at your ass. He might not care in his drunken state, but you still do, despite the warmth tugging at your lower belly.

You pull away, pants shared between you smelling strongly of alcohol. Before Katsuki can pout too much, you turn back around, your back to his chest so he can rest his head against yours again, so you don’t need to be holding up his head, he squeezes you tight. You can feel him stiff against your back, his hands holding you close, one grazing the bottom of your boob. You let him get away with that as you mindlessly shake your hips to the music, casually grinding against him as is appropriate for this type of party, still keeping an eye out for Ashido. He groans again, breath hot against your ear. The thin fabric of your underwear is holding back a flood.

“You said we were goin’ t’bed.” You can hear his pout.

“We are baby. I don’t know which room we’re allowed to use.”

“Okay.” He whined, and you know you shouldn’t smile, but he’s so cute you can’t help it.

You glance around for Ashido one more time, but still don’t see her. You do, however, accidentally make eye contact with Midoriya and Uraraka, who both smile and start walking over, fingers intertwined, red solo cups in their free hands.

You try to move Katsuki’s hands so you look a little more appropriate, it only kind of works, his arms looped around your waist keeping you flush against him. They don’t seem to notice anyway, their expressions morphing into worry when they get a better look at Katsuki almost falling asleep on top of you.

“Is Kacchan okay?” Midoriya asked once he got close enough you could hear him over the blasting music.

“Yeah, just had a little too much.” You assure, Katsuki squeezed you closer and muttered another, “'m fine.” into your hair.

“Oh good.” Midoriya looked relieved, smiling fondly when Katsuki nuzzled into you more. “Do you need help?”

“No, but thank you.” You almost shake your head, but Katsuki’s weight on top of you stops it, then you think. “Actually, have you seen Ashido? I don't know what room to go to.”

“No, I’m sorry.” He looked so apologetic you almost felt bad for even asking.

“Oh!” Uraraka spoke up, “I remember the guest room from last time we stayed over; I can show you!”

“Really? That would be awesome.” You sighed in relief, smiling back at her.

“No problem.” She grinned. “Follow me.” She began to walk upstairs, looking back and waiting for you to follow.

Thankfully no other partygoers were blocking the way, so you figured getting Katsuki up would be easy enough. Midoriya moved to help, but Katsuki shrugged him off.

“Don’ need your help.” He tugged at you. “The strongest.”

Midoriya looked at you, unsure of what he should do.

You shrug as best you can with your boyfriend hanging off of you. “We’ll be good. Just catch him if he falls back, I guess.”

“Got it.” Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, moving to the back of the line, hands up to catch Katsuki as he held onto you as you went.

Walking up the stairs was surprisingly easy, Katsuki only stumbling a few times, but you or Midoriya were always there to keep him steady, and in no time, Uraraka was showing you the room.

“Thanks.” You smiled gratefully at her, Katsuki still hanging off of you even though you tried pointing him to the bed.

“No problem,” she assured, smiling back.

“Here.” Midoriya handed you his red solo cup, you raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s water.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his head.

You cringed as you took the cup. “Thank you, I didn’t even think about that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you and Katsuki a kind smile, and then they both said their good nights and wandered back downstairs. You shut the door.

Well, Kaminari sorta got his wish.

“Okay, ready for bed Katsuki?” You put the cup down on the desk in the corner and turn in his arms, patting his chest as you look up at him.

“Y’gonna stay?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course.” You smile back.

He wrapped his arms around you and then picked you up, stumbling the short distance to the bed. “Katsuki!” You barely had a chance to squeal before you both collapse into the bed, him on top of you only half in.

“Good.” He declared into your chest.

“C’mon.” You pat his back giggling.

Slowly he stood back up, giving you a chance to scoot back and sit properly before he collapsed again on his back beside you. You take off your shoes and then turn to your boyfriend whose looking up at you, smiling wide.

“Can you take off your shoes?” you ask, prepared to help him, but he just nodded and moved to do it with no argument.

“Did it.” He grinned after he tossed them to the side.

“Good job,” you laugh and pat his chest, which just makes his smile widen. “Okay, into bed now,” you say, pulling the blanket back so you can both crawl in.

“Ts’warm.” He grumbled, ignoring the blanket, and took off his shirt. Or, well, he tried to but got stuck inside, arms up over his head, unable to move further.

“Here, lemme help.” You fight a laugh and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull, gently pulling his arms and head out properly.

As soon as he was free of his shirt-prison, he went back to staring at you. “You’re th’bes’,” his words slurring more now that sleep was right there, “I love y’so much.” He smiled, not taking his eyes off you as he laid his head down on his pillow. Then he frowned and pulled at your shirt. “'ts’hot take it off.” He smiled wide again and then stated, with a weird amount of emphasis on each word, "I’ll help.”

You smile back and run your fingers through his hair. You only want to take off your bra, and, honestly, it would probably be easier without Katsuki. “I can do it, but thank you. You’re the best, and I love you too.”

“No, you.” He just barely grumbled out before pouting, “lemme help.”

You can’t fight the little laugh that escapes, “Okay, if I get stuck, you can help.”

“Good.” He grinned wide, showing off his pointed canines.

You slip the straps off without taking off your shirt, then put your hands underneath to take off your bra, but Katsuki must have taken that as you getting stuck because he started to pull up the hem of your shirt, you decided to just slip your arms out rather than argue again, it would be easier and probably more comfortable anyway.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as your chest was bared to him, not giving a second thought to your now discarded shirt as he moved his hands to cup your breasts.

You suck in a breath when he flicks a finger over your hardening nipple, and he gives you a lazy smile in return. You’re both tired, but the warmth of his palms against the freshly exposed, sensitive skin felt good and you were still wanting from your earlier makeout, so you don’t stop Katsuki when he dips his head to take a tit in his mouth.

He sucked on the aroused peak, letting out a happy groan as his tongue flicked over it, his other hand lazily teasing your other sweetly curved mound. You bite your lip to stop from being too loud, not trusting the pounding music to hide your moans from the party downstairs. You rock back and forth a little, needing friction that your not getting as you clench around nothing. Katsuki bites a little too hard and you gasp, broken out of your aroused reverie, reminded that he’s really too drunk for this, even as he licked over the offended area at the same time as he pinched your other pink peak.

“‘Ki” You try to sound stern so he stops, and you can go to sleep, but it comes out like moaned praise.

Katsuki sucks off with a wet pop that has you sighing in disappointment even though you know it’s for the best. Before you can suggest rest, he’s locked back on you, lips tracing all your exposed skin, leaving kisses across your flesh, lazy and loving. His hands cupping and massaging your heaving, flushed chest.

“‘M happy you're all mine,” he murmured against your skin. You feel his eyelashes butterfly kiss your sternum.

You run your fingers through his hair, sighing fondly. “I love you Katsuki.” You can feel him smile against you, slow and sleepy, “I’m happy you're all mine too.”

He kisses you again, a languid trail up to your lips, his hands finding the waistband of your bottoms, and you decide, unfortunately, it's time to try for bed again.

“Do you wanna go to sleep, baby?”

He pauses to pout at you, but his eyelids are drooping, and when you nod, he does too. You give him a few quick pecks leading him to lie down. You think he’s out cold the second his head hits the pillow. Features soft and content. You were lucky to be one of the few people able to see him at his most relaxed, and you liked taking advantage of it every-time you could, even as you fought your own drooping eyelids. Half-heartedly you think about grabbing his shirt to sleep in but don’t know where it is in the dark of the room, and skin-to-skin is definitely appealing, even with the risk of someone possibly walking in.

Katsuki’s eyes flutter back open, and he frowns at you. “C’mere.” He pats the spot beside him

“Yeah.” You crawl into the spot, shuffling a little under the blanket, he immediately throws his arm over you.

You stare at each other, breaths evening out, matching pace, blinking slow, eyelids half-lidded. It’s a little more intimate than you ever would have guessed the end of a party could be, in a random bed you didn’t really expect to end up staying in, but it feels right.

Deciding one video won’t hurt, you pull out your phone, screen facing you so you can see that the videos recording both of you laying down. You get Katsuki to say a few more things, but then he pushes your hand down and demands sleep, so you comply, cuddling up with him, your face against his flushed chest.

“Wanted this all night.” He mumbled before passing out.

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

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abel-no-sorrel · 21 days

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Решила поиграться и решила нарисовать своего персонажа в стиле моей геройской академии

Знакомтесь Авель :3

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katsuwiki · 2 years

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Katsuki with sisters.

cw: oc's, Katsuki's a little aggressive for a second but then he's soft again.

I’m naming younger sister Tsukino because it means “of the moon”.

The older one Tsukimi because it means “Moon-viewing” and Mitsuki’s name means “beautiful moon”.

Katsuki’s name means “Win season” and Masaru’s name means “Victory”, so it just made sense.

Siblings are siblings, they fight, argue, etc. But I think Katsuki would have a relatively good relationship with his sisters.

We all know he takes after Mitsuki so maybe Tsukino takes after Masaru and Tsukimi is a mix of both (Gentle but also cocky and wants to be the best.) They are def impulse control siblings.

I think Tsukimi is definitely Mitsuki’s favourite because she’s the oldest and the older she got the more they related to each other. Tsukimi tells Mitsuki all the gossip and Mitsuki loves hearing it.

(I see Mitsuki as the type of mom that is always showing of her children’s achievements. So, when she comes across the other moms that like doing that, she’ll always tell them the gossip she heard about THEIR child.)

Maybe Tsukino gets along with their father more. They probably play board or card games together and watch the same shows. (Why do I feel like Masaru’s the type of dad that likes reality TV shows or dramas. Probably finds it so entertaining.)

Their personality’s definitely clash but they get along well for the most part. Tsukimi also tells Katsuki gossip too. Just walks into his room, sits on his bed and starts telling him the craziest stories.

Tsukino and Katsuki tease each other a lot, pulling the middle finger at each other when their parents aren't looking. (They also fight the most out of all of them.) But she also would ask him advise on what to do about the guy she likes. (Katsuki would tease her for a good minute before actually giving he advise.)

Maybe y/n’s one of Tsukimi’s younger friends (Around Katsuki’s age or younger.) that Katsuki has a huge crush on. You’re really close with Tsukimi so whenever there is a family gathering, she brings you along. You practically part of the family now and Tsukimi insists you are.

He finds you so unbelievably attractive and has a hard time hiding it. (You’re always teasing him.) Gets all nervous around you and Tsukimi always lectures him about staying away from you.

Maybe Tsukino had a school play or some sort of performance where she landed a big role. You and Tsukimi were helping her get ready, Tsukimi doing her hair while you did, her makeup and Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at you looking so focused.

He’s always stealing glances at you whenever the chance presents himself.

OR maybe you’re an older friend of Tsukino. You’re a terrible influence too, always getting her in trouble and making her do reckless things. Bakugou was fed up with you and your antics, Tsukino is constantly grounded and in detention.

She doesn’t normally act like this, she was honestly a teacher’s pet before you. Now she’s a whole new person. So, after finally convincing Tsukino to show him to you he walked up to planning to confront you. But the closer he got the more attractive you were.

Gorgeous even and he was out of words by the time you two were face to face. You were gossiping with some of the kids around, some even smoking. Before you noticed someone approaching you.

“What?”

This man walked up to you like he was planning to punch you but stopped short when he got close. He just stood there staring at you for a while before you noticed someone standing behind him.

“Tsukino?” On second thought they looked oddly similar, and it didn’t take you long to connect the dots.

“Is this your dad? Did you rat on me?”

A few of they other kids started giggling whispering the worst about her and all Tsukino could do was look away embarrassed.

“Katsuki let’s just go, it wasn’t worth it anyway.” She whispered pulling his arm.

“I thought we were friends Tsuki? Now you’re telling on me. I helped you.” You pout was so fake you weren’t even trying to pretend. You were making fun of her, and it was working the kids only laughed louder and embarrassed her more.

“You didn’t help her, you got her in trouble and now all the things she did are on her permanent record, and she’ll live with that forever.”

“And what are you gonna do about it old man?”

At this point Katsuki would have been boiling. He can’t believe you were still under the impression that he was Tsukino’s father. Did he look any sort of old to you? He’d probably want to attack you, if it weren’t for how attractive you looked talking to him.

You’re definitely younger than him, it was noticeable. You looked like you could be in Tsukino’s grade, freshly graduated? There must be a reason why you aren’t getting in trouble too.

It didn’t matter, you were a terrible person a bully even. Just like him when he was younger.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Don’t you have you wife and kids to go back to?” You really knew how to push someone’s buttons. Katsuki didn’t do too well with that, and he retaliated.

You shrieked in pain as he squeezed your wrist. “Say you’re sorry.” His tone was demanding and the longer you it took you to comply the tighter he’d squeeze your wrist.

“Let go of me” You screamed but it only made him squeeze tighter. At this point the other kids were retreating in fear leaving you all alone with Katsuki and a useless Tsukino. “Katsuki, stop!” Tsukino shrieked seeing your eyes water. You finally apologized in low whimpers, feeling your circulation cut off in you hand. And he let go.

Tears sung your eyes as the bruising on your wrist got darker. You held onto it in pain letting out a hiss when the pain you hand made contact. “Leave my sister alone from now on.” Katsuki muttered feeling a little bad when tears fell.

He signalled for Tsukino to go back to the car, and she hesitantly did. “Being a bully doesn’t get you anywhere.” He advised reaching his hand out to help you. You didn’t want his help though, he’d done enough.

“Fuck off.” Your voice was soft and shaky when you said it. Katsuki was really starting to feel bad, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave you there. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me help you.” He placed a light hand on you shoulder. When you finally looked up at him your eyes were soft and your cheeks tear stained.

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Chemical Reaction - Bakugou x (F)Reader

I don’t write a whole lot but Bang Bang by K’Naan and Adam Levine made me really inspired!

Background: You are a vigilante whose quirk is Chemical Manipulation: The user can manipulate the biochemicals within others by infusing a chemical reaction into an object, causing various effects. Special moves would be serotonin changes (makes the target incredibly sleepy, or nauseous,but can also speed up healing processes), dopamine rush (causes the target to get so happy they don’t want to attack her or fight back), and endorphin boost (gives a boost to pain receptors causing everything to hurt more). For safety reasons, you like to stay far away from your target, opting to use a bow with felt tipped arrows to transfer your quirk into. But you can use a rubber knife as well. For your quirk to work, the object just needs to touch the other person.

Running down the alley, you could hear the angry yells of a certain blonde haired hero student. It wasn’t your fault that you stumbled upon his training with pro hero Endeavor, but how could you resist messing with the two hotheads.

A few moments earlier…

Watching their training from an adjacent rooftop, you were surprised it took them so long to notice you. ‘Some heroes they are, if I were a villain I could have ended both of them,’ you thought, sighing at their obliviousness.

This is why you decided to become a vigilante instead of applying to hero school. There were too many politics and rules involved with being a hero, so instead of signing a deal with the devil government, you decided to just save people.

And you were dang good at it too. News article after news article argued about whether or not you were a threat or a good samaritan. The people seemed to like you, there was little pushback against your actions within the general public. Aside from the fact that you sometimes killed the villains you ran into, you were no different than a hero.

Stretching, you stood, pulling your bow from your shoulders and notching a soft arrow, aiming right for the student hero. A smirk graced your lips as you released the arrow with a soft thwap as it quickly crossed the distance, hitting the boy in his chest with a soft thud.

Both of their attention was quickly on you, the boy's palms heating up as he prepared to attack when he suddenly doubled over, a giddy laugh breaking through his lips as he fought the urge to lay back and relax.

Endeavor looked at the boy curiously before turning his attention back to you, “Hi! I’m a big fan of your hero work Endeavor! Your job as a father leaves much to be desired though.” you called out, a big grin on your face.

“Oh and don’t worry about your student, the dopamine rush will go away soon!” you called out as you moved to get off the roof quickly. Playing a trick was all well and good, but the look on Endeavor’s face told you that this may have been a mistake.

Once you were on the street, you pulled off your mask, folding your bow into its pocket on your hip as you blended into the crowd of civilians. All was well until you heard a series of small explosions behind you and a bellow of your vigilante name.

Turning around in horror, you were met with the blonde student, a fierce glare on his face. Yelping, you took off through the crowd, running with a newfound energy.

Current time…

“Get back here you extra!” he yelled at you as he maneuvered through the alleyways. “No, thank you! You seem awfully angry!” you called out over your shoulder, not looking where you were going when you ran into a trashcan.

Tumbling onto the ground, you began crawling to your feet when you froze. Heavy footsteps stopped just behind your crouched figure. Peering up at the angry boy's face, you cringed, ‘this really might be it for me’ you thought.

He growled as he grabbed you by the shirt front, lifting you off the ground as his face got closer. You knew he was yelling at you, his face contorted in anger, but you were mesmerized by his beautiful crimson eyes.

“You’re really hot up close” you blurted out when he paused for breath, ‘oops, didn’t mean to say that outloud.’ You just smiled as he froze, his face morphing into confusion. “What the hell!?” he yelled, but there was a lot of malice in his voice as he tried to sort through what you had said.

Reaching a hand down to your thigh, you pulled out a toy gun, putting a large amount of energy into the faux bullet as you pushed the barrel into his chest, “sorry handsome, but I really don’t feel like getting beat up by you today” you said with a smile.

Pulling the trigger, he was hit by a soft foam bullet before looking down at the weapon. He scoffed, “what is it with you and soft weapons huh!” he yelled, shaking you in his group when he was suddenly overcome with exhaustion.

He fought the heaviness of his eyelids as you slipped from his grasp, gently helping him to the ground. “You’ll just have to take a quick nap here, but you should totally find me some time when you’re not mad at me!” you whispered to him, running a soft hand across his cheek before he succumbed to your quirk.

When he awoke a few minutes later, he felt his face go red as the memories of his interaction with you flooded his mind. He went through a wide range of emotions, he was angry, embarrassed and definitely more than a little curious about you. “She shot me, twice!” he groaned out in the empty alleyway.

He was definitely going to find you again, he had a score to settle, and maybe he also wanted to know more about you.

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #oneshot #mha oneshot #mha original character

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