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moominsuki · 12 days

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.#✎𓂃uma thirsts。°˖⌕#✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕#bakugo smut #bakugou imagine #not proofread no beta we die like MEN #ok byeeeee

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satoruyes · 3 months

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co-parent bakugou

katsuki bakugou x reader (part two)

fwb! bakugou who often came by your dorm during college to drop off school work when you missed lectures and loads when you missed him.

fwb! bakugou who came by before bed to fuck you into your pillow and listen to your hushed moans, hushed so your roommates wouldn’t hear. (they did)

fwb! bakugou who’s scared of committing because he “couldn’t see you in his future” and was too focused on his.

fwb! bakugou who’s late night visits became more and more scarce.

fwb! bakugou who months later soft launches his new partner on his story after telling you he’s not ready for a relationship.

fwb! bakugou who stops breathing at the sight of your name popping up on his phone as he cuddles his partner while watching movies, and nearly has a stroke at the “Im pregnant.” text.

_____

“well are ya sure it’s mine?” he asks, not daring to look away from you. you break eye contact and look outside the coffee shops’ window to focus on anything other than this conversation you’ve been dreading. “are you serious? you should know i’m not exactly one to sleep around,” you say to the man. he nods and his grip on his mug gets tighter, knuckles visibly whiter. “well, are ya keepin’ it,” he asks, “i don’t think that’d be a bright idea for either of us.” you kind of glare but think over his words. “you know how my parents feel about abortion kats.. i’d be disowned. the second the press found out about it, my family would be done for,” your eyes start to water and a tear threatens to fall, you pause “.. i thought you said you don’t do relationships?”

katsuki stares at you and shakes his head, “those fuckin’ hormones already getting to your brain or somethin?“ he sighs, “you know i can’t do this *nickname*. i’m in a committed relationship with raya, we’re getting engaged next month. on top of that, i can’t be number one with a baby leechin’ of me.” your heart drops, “you’re.. getting engaged? i.. um.. well, congratulations. i’m sorry to burden you with all of this… and i can’t abort it anyway.. i.. i’m too far along.. and i cant do this.” you finish & get up from the table and leave.

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baby daddy! bakugou who ends up losing contact with you for months after you block him on everything a refuse to meet up per your family’s request.

baby daddy! bakugou who nearly forgets about you years later til kirishima brings you up and shows him your instagram.

baby daddy! bakugou who gets home and stalks you from a burner account, finds out you still talk to everyone from college but him.

baby daddy! bakugou who sees a pretty little ruby-eyed girl down your timeline, her resemblance to him uncanny.

baby daddy! bakugou who pulls some strings and texts your number asking to meet his daughter, hana.

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hana is 2 years old by now, forming choppy sentences and now waddling on her feet. after a week of texting, you finally fold and let him come over to meet his daughter. when you open the door to let him in he nearly finds himself choking on his spit at how beautiful you are. you looked even better than your posts, if that’s possible. you greeted him with a nod and invited him in. he takes his shoes off and head to the living room you led him to. you exchange stale pleasantries and small talk til you decide to go get your baby girl. “her name is ‘hana lei bakugou,’ as much as i wanted her to have my last name.”

you walk over to him and hand her to him, noticing the wedding band resting around his ring finger. you scoff, “wow so you two actually got married?” he nods and analyzes his daughters’ features. “shes so pretty, just like ‘er momma,” he half smiles and look up at you. “so i’ll have her back later tonight, gonna take ‘er home to meet the wife and all of that.” he goes to get off the couch. “woah, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back back after all this time like nothing happened.” he looks frustrated for a second, “you can’t just- … yea yer right, ‘m sorry.’’

you nod, “how about we go up to her room and play?” he agrees and follows you into his daughter’s bedroom while carrying her.

“So.. how long have you two been in the area?” he asks, scanning his daughter's room. “I never really left, just moved closer to the city i guess,” you reply; putting hana down to the floor. She waddles over to katsuki. “hana, baby this is your father,” you look down at the little girl. At first she looks up at you with her glowing beady eyes then she looks over to Katsuki sitting over on a couch. “papa?” she asks and she points her dainty finger at him. you nod and smile. “yes baby, that's your papa.”

katsuki looks at the little girl and she reaches up for him. “up.” she says, and he obliges. you two talk and rekindle for what seemed to be days. In reality it was just about 4 hours. “*name* it was really nice to see you again, let's go out for dinner sometime. with hana of course.” you lead him downstairs while he says his goodbyes to hana.

“I told ya about this years ago raya, you can't be mad about this. What did you expect? for them to disappear?” bakugou yells at his wife. “well i didnt fucking expect you to go out of your way to to reach out either!” she pouts, anger and jealousy laced in her tone. “I have to own up to this responsibility now whether you like it or not, stop fuckin’ cursin’ at me. ‘m already stressed as is; ‘ion need yer bitchin’.”

“oh so now i'm bitching because you went out and got some slut pregnant.. you're just full of it katsuki.” raya says, glaring at him now. “ya cant get mad at me because I wanna be a father, ‘nd not just leave some kid stranded out here.”

“it's not just about the kid is it? do you miss the bitch or something? do you miss the sex? did she give you better head than I do?” raya accuses, bakugou sighs and goes to leave the room, “‘nd yea- she did give better head.” as he walks to their shared room he can hear her still yelling in the distance.

katsuki bakugou goes to sleep confused tonight. He wonders why was he such a prick. he wonders why did his heart pound so fast- why were his hands so sweaty when he saw you.

he couldn't do this. he has a wife. hes happily married, regardless of any arguments. his wife was the mayors daughter and promised him various things, she promised him glory. of course he didn't need her but it's definitely more helpful to have more "support." plus you hated him, only putting up with him for the sake of his daughter. no, it wasn't attraction- it was just nervousness. he loved his wife.

katsuki woke up to his wife, raya in his arms. she looked so pretty and peaceful like this. he snapped out of his daze and got out of bed to catch a shower. he couldn't help but find his hand reaching down to take care of himself. usually when he finds himself touching himself; its of thoughts of his wife from the night prior. but today it was you. he felt shameful but he just couldnt help it. he couldn't stop himself from thinking about you. hes only human.

#lulawrites #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #no proof read #no beta we die like men #im sorry guys #part two soon #fwb series #HIII guys leave feedback or any typos #ive missed writing #bitvh

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lightseoul · 1 year

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admit it

synopsis. loving him from afar was enough. at least, it should’ve been enough. until it wasn’t. (or, in which you subtly take care of your ex, bakugou katsuki, who also happens to be the namesake of the agency you’re working at) (part 2) (part 3)

cw. fem!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~24 yrs old)

word count. 5.0k words

Being the HR Department Head of the Ground Riot agency, you’ve learned to take care of Pro Hero Dynamight in subtle ways.

Primarily because even though he isn’t technically your direct superior—he rarely dabbled in admin work as compared to his co-founder Kirishima Eijirou—you didn’t want to stir up drama or reports on inappropriate workplace relationships.

Especially as the head of the Human Relations department.

But that’s not the only reason.

It’s also because—well, he’s your ex.

The ex who you never really understood in terms of how he became that.

“You know, we really need to redecorate this place.”

Mikuri, your colleague from the PR department, muses as she scans the breakroom from her spot on the L-shaped sofa.

You place the black coffee pods you picked up on your way home yesterday near the coffee machine, “Tell that to Finance. The breakroom decor is probably the least of their worries.”

She merely sighs in response as she reverts her attention to her phone.

“You do know that doom scrolling during your break isn’t exactly resting, right?”

At that, she pouts but doesn’t look up. “I hear you, Ms. HR.”

You playfully roll your eyes at the nickname.

“Stocking up on coffee during one’s break isn’t exactly resting, either.”

At her mention of the beverage, your eyes drift back to the pods you have in your hands. You found that they ran out before your shift ended the day prior and were quick to buy refills.

“What are you doing with that flavor, anyway?” she finally lifts her head to regard you, pocketing her phone as she stands up. You look up at the wall clock—break time’s almost over. “Didn’t you dislike that?”

You smile to yourself, fiddling with capsules. Mikuri was right—you didn’t really like this flavor.

But Katsuki did.

And he still does, you think.

“Y/N!”

You whip your head around to see the owner of the familiar voice—Kirishima, decked out in his hero gear, looking like he’s about to head out for patrol.

“Hey! What’s up, Ei?”

He grins, head sticking through the slightly ajar sliding door, “I’m good! ‘s a good thing I ran into you—Bakugou got called out on an emergency mission.”

He nods at Mikuri in greeting, smile still adorning his face, before shifting his gaze back at you. “Looks like it’s still gonna be me and you during the final screening later.”

His eyes dart toward the coffee machine and the freshly stocked pods. Your hips shuffle in front of it before your brain could even catch up.

“Great, see you then!”

With that, Kirishima flashes you a final grin before easing out of the door and heading toward the elevators.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Final screening?” Mikuri whisper-shouts the second Kirishima’s out of sight.

You sigh, collecting the packaging and shoving it into the trash bin. “Sidekicks. He finally got Bakugou to say yes to getting one.”

“Oof, good luck with that.”

“Personally, I think it boils down to these two.”

You thrust forward the two sets of files in front of you, eyeing everyone seated at the oval-shaped meeting table.

“I agree,” your HR subordinate chimes in from the far end of the table.

“I vote for web dude,” another adds. “He’s so much like Bakugou personality-wise. They’d have to click.”

The recruitment head shakes her head, “Yeah, but his quirk doesn’t complement Bakugou’s explosion as much as the girl’s water jet.”

“I know, Yamakawa-san. But did you even see her? She’s so timid, I’ll bet you 5,000 yen that she’ll quit on day 1 of Bakugou shouting at her.”

Murmurs of agreement course through the room, but you’re not paying attention to what they’re whispering to each other.

“I doubt he’ll want someone so similar to him,” you mumble to yourself.

Apparently, you say it loud enough because everyone looks at you in confusion.

Shit.

“I mean, imagine how much of a PR and HR nightmare that will be,” you joke, although it comes out a bit stilted. Fortunately, they, including Kirishima who is seated at your right and at one end of the table, chuckle at your wisecrack.

“Are you voting for the girl, then?” the recruitment head inquires once the laughter dies down.

“Well…” you pause, “I agree that Moriyama-san is remarkably meek and timid, but just from her series of interviews, let alone her practical test, I could see she liked a good challenge.”

You tap her portrait, “Beyond just being a good match for Bakugou’s quirk, she’ll surely step up. And I know for a fact that if there’s anyone who can guarantee that, it’s Katsuki.”

At that, some eyes widen, and you can’t help but tilt your head in confusion at the perplexed looks they’re giving you.

“I mean, Bakugou!” you backtrack, finally realizing your mistake.

Desperate to change the subject, you direct your attention toward Kirishima. “What do you think, Kirishima-san?”

He passes you a knowing smile, one that is too unnerving for your liking, before leaning back on his chair.

“I think you’re right.”

You allow yourself to do some internal chastising the minute the meeting is adjourned.

Hiding your complicated feelings for Bakugou was easy—mainly because you rarely saw him around.

But hiding how much you knew about him?

That’s a whole different story.

“Good work, Y/N,” Kirishima pats you on the shoulder as the rest of your recruitment crew pile to exit the room.

You flash him a thankful smile before hopping on your feet and gathering your documents. “I’m trying not to make you regret hiring me, boss.”

He chuckles good-naturedly before looking away in what you think is reluctance.

“What is it?” you prod, feeling a sense of uneasiness crawl through your spine.

He seems to hesitate before continuing, “I was just gonna say—you always know what’s best for Bakugou.”

At that, your expression falters, and you feel your shoulders tensing at the mention of Bakugou’s name. You refuse to let your hurt (or whatever the fuck it is you’re feeling) show on your face, though.

Instead, you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I just want the best for my bosses.”

Kirishima doesn’t say anything after that, but you can tell the gears are running in his brain. He simply nods in acknowledgment of your response before heading for the door himself, and you follow suit.

You’re at the doorway, stifling a tired yawn when you lock eyes with the man of the hour himself.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima exclaims in greeting. He encases Bakugou in a bro hug, which the latter begrudgingly accepts. “You got the mission done and over with?”

Bakugou, in all of his costume-decked glory, eyes the redhead and scoffs, “Obviously.”

His eyes flicker to yours. You nod at each other in lieu of a verbal greeting.

“You just missed the meeting,” Kirishima starts, vaguely aware of the palpable tension between the two of you. “We found’em—your first-ever sidekick!”

You almost want to laugh at how Bakugou doesn’t match Kirishima’s energy.

He simply grunts in response.

But Kirishima’s not the type to give up so easily. Instead, he adds: “Y/N made the final decision.”

You stiffen at the mention of your name, Bakugou’s eyes shifting toward you at the same time. You brace yourself for a snarky retort or a lame insult, but nothing comes.

Instead, he merely gives you a firm nod.

“Thanks.”

At that, he makes his way to his corner office.

You were only reminded that your HR personnel was still around when murmurs erupted in Bakugou’s wake.

“Just like that?”

“Wait, he’s in?”

“Wow, never thought he was capable of saying thank you.”

“Yeah, all I get is a halfhearted eye roll.”

The last comment would’ve made you snort if you weren’t too dazed by how uncharacteristic that was of Bakugou. You stand there for what feels like minutes as the others around you start toward their respective offices.

Finally snapping out of the trance the second you realized you were alone in the hallway, you head toward your own office, renewed with the resolve to take your mind off of one Bakugou Katsuki.

You had just the thing to keep yourself busy.

The monthly HR-hosted game night of Ground Riot agency is the one HR activity everyone actually looked forward to.

It’s the one time of the month employees get to let loose during weekdays and bond with colleagues, as well as enjoy free food and drinks, including the occasional booze.

It is also a pain in the ass to organize.

As the HR department head, you technically served as the project head, too, overseeing all of the subcommittees—from programs to logistics—on top of your everyday workload.

Suffice to say, the week before game nights never fails to whoop you in the ass with crushing responsibilities (and for the record, you’re not overreacting—you take your HR events very seriously) but you dare say that the outcomes and seeing everyone enjoy themselves always make it worth it.

For this month, in the spirit of encouraging employee engagement in your department, you let the Recruitment and Selection subdepartment be in charge of the program’s game proper.

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have.

Because now your very own HR members are dragging everyone to answer very personal truth-or-dare questions.

And ‘everyone’ happened to include Bakugou Katsuki.

“Bakugou-san!” an employee from the engineering department regards said man, who, by some miracle, has let himself be forced into playing.

Having chosen the ‘truth’ option, he is now seated on the mini-stage you happened to help set up earlier that afternoon.

One of your subordinates hands the support items engineer a microphone. The latter taps the mic before resuming, glee evident in her voice. “How many people have you dated?”

Cheers go off from all around the room at the question, and you shoot a withering glare at your assigned subdepartment members. One catches your eye and visibly cringes.

But goes on pretending they didn’t see you.

Fucking hell.

Grabbing yourself a microphone from the sound booth, you speak into it, trying not to freak out over the fact that this will very much be the first time you’ll verbally address Bakugou in two years.

“Apologies, Bakugou-san,” you start, “You don’t have to answer that.”

Everyone looks at you in bewilderment, including Bakugou who himself looks puzzled.

You take the lull that has befallen upon the room as a sign to continue.

“Such questions are deemed inappropriate as per HR standards. I’m going to have to speak with my subordinates after this.”

You expected uneasy silence as a response, but you sure as hell didn’t anticipate the plethora of jeers that erupt in the room, some even exclaiming exasperated ‘come on’s’.

You’re about to insist (as calmly as you can, that is) when a low, gruff voice crackles from the speakers.

“‘s fine. I’ll answer the fucking question.”

The room goes entirely still. You hold your breath.

He heaves a sigh, and you could’ve sworn his gaze flickered to you for a moment before he looks away.

“Just one.”

Oohs and aahs get passed around, and despite yourself, you feel a shot of relief course through your veins at the implication of Bakugou’s answer.

He hasn’t dated since you.

“Are you guys still together?” a male employee shouts from the other end of the room, and you can’t help the rush of blood toward your cheeks at the question.

You need to put your foot down, now.

“Okay,” you interject, “that’s enou–”

“No. We broke up two years ago.”

Your head whips toward Bakugou’s direction, shocked at his ready admission. The reprimanding words that you were about to spit out die in your throat.

“You plan on seeing anyone anytime soon?” another employee asks from the other far corner.

You’re about to pipe up in protest—distressed over the inappropriate questions, as the HR head or ex-girlfriend, you don’t know—when Kirishima stands up and barks out a good-natured laugh.

“I think that’s enough prodding, you guys.” His eyes flicker to Bakugou’s and then yours in a split second, face etched with concern, before he turns back his attention to the crowd, a toothy grin having replaced his previous expression.

You didn’t realize how tense your muscles have gotten until Kirishima stepped in to intervene, and at that, you slowly let out a big exhale through your nose.

God fucking no. The last thing you need is for your co-workers to find out that the HR head, of all people, is their boss’s ex.

Before you can even spiral further, though, you feel a hand clap your upper back. You twist to find Kirishima, who is, weirdly enough, beaming with excitement.

“We actually have something special planned for a special someone today.”

And as if on cue, the rest of your HR department enters the room, with your secretary carrying your favorite cake and the others holding balloons and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You don’t remember telling anyone about your favorites except for one person.

Confused, you turn towards Kirishima. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” he mimics, amused at your confusion and the employees who hear laugh. “It’s your one-year anniversary in the agency!”

You could only gape in shock as the people around you, the ones you, over time, grew to identify as family, crowd you and urge you to blow out the candle and accept the flowers.

Still disoriented, you do what they tell you, and they cheer in response as you do so.

With all the busyness that came with the search for sidekicks and the monthly HR game night, you completely forgot about the significance of today’s date.

Overwhelmed by the sentiments and the sea of people surrounding you, you don’t know where to look or mouth a thank you.

Somehow, your gaze finds Bakugou’s—only to see him already looking at you from behind the crowd.

You’re about to look away, unable to sustain his piercing gaze, when he flashes you a small smile.

None of those smirks or mischievous grins he usually sports around other people.

No, this one was different.

Because this was the kind of smile he’d reserved especially for private moments with you.

Before you can give it a second thought, you find yourself smiling back.

“You really couldn’t be bothered to change into normal clothes before coming here?”

You, as inconspicuously as you can, look around the café you’re currently in, wary of paparazzi or anyone else that could recognize Pro Hero Pinky. The last thing you needed was a picture of you (the lucky civilian), haggard after a long day of work, all over Twitter.

“Nah,” she shrugs, “patrol was completely uneventful anyway. I’ll shower when I get home.”

You reach for your iced drink, mumbling under your breath, “I wasn’t worried about you…”

“Hey!” she pouts, “Is that how you treat a friend who’s done you a major favor?”

Your eye twitches at the mention of a favor.

These things never end well with Mina.

“Mina…” you groan, “what did you do?”

She rubs her neck sheepishly. “I kind of promised one of my colleagues that you’d go on a blind date with him.”

“What the fuck?”

She grabs your hand over the table that sits between the two of you. “He’s a real catch, I promise you. Tall, handsome, and a crazy smart support items engineer.”

You frantically shake your head, yanking your hand from her. “Idiot, I’m not worried about your ‘candidate’. Who the fuck said I wanted to go on a blind date?”

Mina whines and thrashes in her seat in response, maybe in an attempt to make you feel sorry and just go along with her antics.

You refuse to do so.

After a few minutes of an incredulous stare-off, she finally deflates in defeat.

“I just thought I could help you out and get you out of your shell. You haven’t dated anyone since…” she trails off, and looks away awkwardly, “you know.”

You chuckle despite yourself, albeit quite solemnly.

Until now, it still makes you feel guilty how the rest of your friend group is forced to deal with the aftermath of your unsuccessful relationship with Bakugou.

“You can say his name, you know. He’s not Voldemort.”

Mina rolls her eyes at that, but you can tell it’s playful more than anything else.

You look down at your now clasped hands. “I appreciate the help, you know that.”

She nods vigorously, and you almost laugh at how much of a textbook-active listener she is.

“But?”

You sigh, “I just can’t right now. If I end up dating someone, word will eventually get around in the office and I just…”

You lock eyes with Mina, whose eyebrows are raised in anticipation.

“I don’t want to make things awkward between Bakugou and me, especially now that I’m working in his agency.”

A few moments of silence pass before Mina speaks up, slunk against her chair.

“Man, you’re the world’s best ex-girlfriend, you know that?”

You snort, “Thanks.”

She sighs in exasperation, “I mean, even if you guys had the most ambiguous breakup ever, you still are extremely considerate about him.”

You’re not, by any means, in the mood or headspace to explore why that is, so you go for the safest answer possible.

“What can I say,” leaning back into your chair yourself, feigning nonchalance, “I’m just an incredibly good person.”

Mina doesn’t even bat an eye at your quip, “Yeah, yeah. Why did you guys break up, anyway?”

“Woah,” you lean back, aghast, “it’s,” you flick your wrist to check the time on your watch, “5:17 PM, Mina. And I doubt this café even serves a beer.”

You’re deflecting, and Mina has known you long enough to be aware of that.

She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms across her chest. “Don’t you think I’m owed a little bit of information? I’m the one who set you guys up.”

“Actually, that was Kirishi–.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interjects, “I helped.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. She waves it off.

“Point is, I was there when this budding relationship started, and I’m here to know the deets about how it ended.”

You shake your head in resignation, “You sure you don’t want to say you’re just nosy?”

She grins at you, “Nope!”

“So you’re telling me he got too busy and neglectful, you ended up asking for a break, and you’ve never talked to each other since?”

“Yep. That’s what I just said.”

Out of the blue, she hops onto her feet, and in doing so knocks stuff around on the table.

A glass of water almost spills.

“Mina?” you seethe, “Sit the fuck back down. People are gonna stare.”

“Bitch, I have pink skin. They’ve been staring since we entered the room,” she snaps, “And don’t even think about changing the subject.”

“I’m not! Just sit back down.”

She obliges, but she’s still visibly riled up, “I knew your breakup was vague, but not this vague!”

“I don’t know either, okay!” you put your hands up, exasperated. “A month into it he got Kirishima to get his things from my apartment, and so I just assumed he wanted to break up.”

Her eyes are filled with bewilderment, “And your asking me to get your things from his apartment?”

“I…” you hesitate, “I asked you immediately the day after.”

At that, she huffs in surrender, sinking back into her chair. “And you’re supposed to be an expert at conflict resolution.”

“Hey,” you throw a used tissue at her, which she expertly dodges, “That’s for the workplace setting. Romantic relationships are a whole other thing.”

She scoffs, fiddling with the piece of paper containing the café’s WiFi password. “And then, what? You took a gap year to find yourself?”

You roll your eyes for the nth time, reaching forward to take back the tissue you threw at her.

“Don’t make it sound like that. I just took a gap year after graduating to rest and figure out what I wanted to do. I was just lucky enough to have been recruited by Kirishima even if I had zero work experience by the time I came back.”

Mina eyes you, “Even if it meant technically having Bakugou as your boss?”

You look down at the piece of tissue in your hands.

“Even if it meant actually having Bakugou as my boss.”

Mina doesn’t say anything after that, only reaching for her cup of decaf coffee. You follow suit, taking a sip from your now-diluted drink.

You look up at her to see that she’s thinking hard about something.

In spite of yourself, you feel the familiar feeling of dread rising in your throat.

“...You’re not gonna tell him about this conversation, are you?”

“Who, Katsuki?” she asks and you gingerly nod. “Of course not!”

You hold eye contact for a while longer before looking away with a big sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

Three knocks echo through the hallway, as well as Kirishima’s expansive, corner office. Hesitantly and without noise, you peer through the glass door to see him in his regular clothes and in his desk, rifling through some documents that appear to be mission reports.

Kirishima looks up and catches your eye. Beaming at you with an inviting grin, he beckons you in with a wave of a hand.

“Y/N, bro! What’s up?”

You smile at him as you enter and close the door behind you.

He calls everyone bro, regardless of their gender.

“Hi, Ei. I have the report on the recruits, including Bakugou’s sidekick here with me,” you gesture to the folder in your hand. “Can you spare a minute to go through it together?”

What seems like hesitation dances across Kirishima’s face before he somehow schools it into a sheepish frown.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he starts, “I’m kinda busy right now,”

He flips through the pages for emphasis, “Have an important report due in an hour.”

“Oh, well that’s okay. I can just come back later when you’re free.”

You’re already turning back to exit his office when Kirishima speaks up again.

“—but Bakugou’s available!”

Slowly, you shift back to face him.

“...What?”

“I mean,” Kirishima backtracks, evidently flustered by his outburst, “Bakugou’s free right now. He can go through those documents with you. Especially since he’s the one getting a new sidekick and all.”

You gulp despite yourself, willing desperately to calm your now racing heart.

“But Ei… It’s always been you and our department coordinating on stuff like this. Why the sudden change now?”

It takes Kirishima a few seconds to reply.

And what he says knocks the breath out of your lungs.

“I just think it’s about time he starts taking matters into his own hands.”

When you got dressed and ready this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having your first proper conversation with your ex in two years.

But the universe, or rather, Kirishima, had other plans.

Thinking ‘this is the best it can get’ as you stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you sigh and make your way to your desk to get the files, heading straight to Bakugou’s office afterward.

When you get there, you don’t dare to immediately walk toward his doorway as you did with Kirishima. Instead, you stop at his secretary’s desk.

“Is Dynamight in?”

“Yes,” his secretary chirps without hesitation. How she’s able to still be her sunshiney self despite working immediately under Bakugou is beyond you.

Human resilience, you guess.

She clicks a few times with her mouse as she stares at her laptop screen, before looking back at you again. “He’s actually expecting you, Y/N-san.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

Hope flutters in your chest without your permission.

You clear your throat in an attempt to not sound winded. “Really?”

You’re itching to ask if he cleared out his schedule specifically for you, but luckily, you don’t even have to make a fool of yourself because his secretary brings it up herself.

She smiles, “He had me move things around so he could make time for you.”

At that, you blink at her, speechless.

These double meanings are not helping in easing your nerves about this impending encounter.

“You can go ahead,” she gestures to the office, effectively snapping you out of your reverie. “I already gave him the heads up that you’re here.”

Great, you think to yourself. No turning back now.

After shooting her a quick thank you, you clutch the folder to your chest, as if it’s some sort of protective gear, and walk to his door. Upon reaching it, you realize that you don’t even have to knock, because it’s already slung wide open and held in place by a stopper.

You walk in.

Refusing to look at Bakugou, who, from the corner of your eye you can see has his back towards you and is looking at the view of the city skyline, you opt for going through the pages of the file instead.

With a sharp inhale, you finally look up to meet his gaze, only to find that he’s still turned away from you.

He probably didn’t hear me come in, you think.

You clear your throat, and he startles, albeit so minutely anyone else would’ve missed it, finally turning to regard you.

“Hello, Bakugou-san.”

You don’t wait for him to greet you in return. You simply move forward and place the folder on his desk, before stepping back again, hands clasped together behind you. He nods in acknowledgment and shifts to sit on his office chair.

“That folder contains the report on the recruits, including your new sidekick, Moriyama Kairi. It includes their personal histories, interview transcripts, and resumés, as well as recommendations by the departments regarding costumes, training programs, and the like.”

He only grunts in response, thumbing through the pages as you speak. He flips through them so fast that you doubt he’s even going to bother anything beyond skimming through.

He pauses, though, on a certain page, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowing as he examines it, before closing the folder and placing it back in front of him.

You brace yourself for a comment on an error of some sort.

Instead, he says: “Thanks.”

Your mind goes blank.

You scramble for a decent response.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“...Really?” he questions skeptically, pushing back on his desk to stand up, slowly circling it so that he can be face-to-face with you. He’s no less than two feet away now.

“It’s nothing?”

“I mean,” you stutter, shifting your eyes away from him to look at his desk, “it’s my job. That’s part of the job description.”

“Huh,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Your eyes flicker back to him. Like Kirishima, he’s in his regular clothes, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“What?” you ask despite yourself, frustration bleeding into your voice.

He smirks, but there’s no malice behind it. “I didn’t know HR was supposed to produce a detailed write-up on how a sidekick can best complement their assigned Pro Hero.”

Your eyes widen slightly in alarm, and you find yourself grappling for any excuse to rid yourself of his suspicions.

Despite them being true.

“We are, actually,” you lie through your teeth. “I made a similar one for Kirishima back when we recruited Tanaka-san.”

“Really?” he asks again, visibly unconvinced, and you can’t help the annoyance that flashes through you. “Because I read through that file myself, and I didn’t see anything of the sort.”

Shit.

The playful expression that once adorned Bakugou’s face is now displaced by a serious countenance. You don’t even get to have a word in because he’s already speaking again.

“Why?” he starts, “Why did you do this for me?”

At that, you straighten up, face flaming in anger or embarrassment—you can’t tell. He seriously can’t be asking you this.

“It’s your first sidekick,” you retort, “And you’re not exactly Mr. Congeniality around here.”

You expect him to bite back with an insult himself, but he doesn’t.

“Okay, let’s say that’s true.”

You guffaw, “Wha–”

“Why go out of your way to make me this when you’re already drowning in work?”

You can’t believe the audacity of this guy.

“So you admit HR has been swamped these days?” you snap, but continue to deliver the last blow. “Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know! Since it’s Kirishima who does all of the coordinating work with us.”

“I do know,” he spits back, “That’s by design, and I’m more involved than you’d think. And,” he shoots you a look, “don’t change the subject.”

You’re bubbling with vengeful words but what comes out is a huff.

“What do you want me to say, Katsuki?”

At your taunting, he opens his mouth to say something, but ultimately decides against it.

Your stomach drops in disappointment.

“...Well,” you say meekly, “if you don’t have anything else for me, I have to get back to my office.”

Turning your back to him, you’re about to head for the door when he grabs your wrist.

“Wait.”

Your heart leaps in your chest.

You pause for a moment, before spinning to look at him.

It takes you less than a second to conclude that gone is the aloof and composed Bakugou.

It’s now the vulnerable Katsuki, who’s unable to look you in the eye, standing in front of you.

“Fuck, I…”

You can’t help but ache at the sight of him struggling. Despite yourself, you try and gently coax it out of him.

“What is it, Katsuki?”

At your affectionate mention of his first name, he finally meets your eye. You almost stumble back from the intensity of his gaze.

But not as much as at what he was going to say next.

“I want…you to admit it.”

You frown, “Admit what?”

He exhales before closing his eyes shut.

“That you’re still in love with me.”

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in katsuki's mind, he thinks he wouldn't make it due to his busy job, he even yelled at his secretary for not making a proper out-of-work day for him. the secretary right now is probably on the edge, you are still amused that they haven't gotten fired or quit.

and for you, you weren't expecting him to be here either, you thought he was busy and you're okay with that but katsuki didn't seem to want to miss one of your competition. he's even on time when the building opened, hell, he even checked if you're all fine, not hungry or anything, and made sure you had a good stretch before you stepped a foot on the ice.

he is acting like he's half your coach and half your mom! though the moment his rough hand meets your soft skin such as to correct your position while stretching has you melting, has his hands ever been that big?

not to mention, he is definitely holding back from squishing every part of your body.

once the program started you bid him a goodbye for now, a kiss on the cheek goodbye for luck you say. hot damn, you really want to get out of the friendzone don't you?

eventually he got dumbfounded at the kiss, absent mindedly looking for his seat among the fans and sit on his paid chair.

after katsuki regained his conciousness he start to observe the other participants before you and after you, by that, he already knew you're gonna win. he just know it, his baby... actually his best friend is gonna take the trophy home like he does.

his face was in all awe and his eyes had the same sparks in them as the first time he watched you performing to now. and you know those pretty outfits you wear when you perform? yes, you have that on, it always makes him bubbly in the inside seeing or even thinking of you with it on.

like what katsuki predicted, you won, he's the first feral dog that ran to you with a grin on his face and he's the one to congratulate you with a pat on the top of your head.

when all the interview, awarding, and other things are done, here he is hugging you from your behind as you two walk to the parking lot just behind the building in this winter night, it's like you both depend for warmth against the cold temperature.

looking up at his face with red blush, you quietly slip your hands on his hands and intertwine your fingers with his. his skin turned a little pale from the cold and he has red blushes over his knuckles, cheeks, nose, and ears, you are thinking to yourself maybe the extra blush is because of you... as a natural confirmation from your heart it says maybe you're right.

"i still love you from that day." he whispers to himself though you didn't really comprehend what he was saying because it was muffled by his thick scarf. you only shrugged and didn't say anything, you just want him to hold you this close everyday even if it is the winter that only caused this to happen... and well it isn't really mentioned by the two of you, he surprisingly took the initiative to hug you from your behind while saying a small 'shut up' when you opened your mouth to tease him about 'not being cold'.

at the way to you two's shared apartment, you immediately shaked katsuki as soon as you saw a possible skating area of what looks like a sturdy frozen lake. you instantly invited him to ice skate with you even if you just finished competing.

katsuki sighs with a slight smile, "still not tired?" he drives the car near the lake and parks it there. your gentleman then gets out of the car to open your door, you give him a cheeky grin and hopped out of the car with your rather expensive ice skates and another pair.

"what's the other pair for, hah?" he asked despite that he already had a feeling that you would force him to ice skating, you always force him in doing things anyway so he became more comfortable with it.

kneeling down facing his shoes you respond, "for you." you made him sit on the grass, take his shoes off and replaced it with the ice skates. finishing, you give his leg a pat then stepped on the ice. waiting for him to join you, you held katsuki's hands as if this was his first. even these little things makes katsuki's heart go flutter.

katsuki didn't really need a help since he's good at learning new things plus he already went on a few ice skating with you, bonus points that you're a really good teach to him.

looking deep into your eyes, katsuki drifts to the thoughts in his mind when he whispered to himself 'i still love you from that day.' earlier in the parking lot. katsuki never really knew when he fell, he just knew when he realized it. one thing he's sure, he's fallen inlove with you for such a long time already. to think about it his heart already pounded when you get closer to him before he realized that he's fallen.

even if you two spend so much time together, he hasn't confessed and it's okay. with you he didn't have to say 'i love you.' when he already has you with him everyday, he doesn't need to say it because he already has your attention, you already care for him, and you already give him affection.

and katsuki wouldn't say 'i love you.' just to hear you say 'i love you too as a friend!' even if you don't understand what he is truly the meaning of what he said because your dense, he just doesn't want his heart broken. even if you don't mean it, it hurts, it hurts so bad and this all is enough for now.

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girlwithalotoffeelings · 11 months

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Anymore more A/B/ O Bakugo brain rot? I too have contacted it

Sis I have plenty, I think it's contagious.

A/B/O Bakugou Katsuki

Insecurities

Bakugou, the alpha courting you, is pissed. You've have been avoiding going to the gym with him for forever and he's sick of it. You always come up with some excuse of why you can't...

"Sorry, I've gotta help my mom with something."

"I have some paperwork I'm behind on."

"I'm really tired today."

"I think I pulled something on patrol earlier."

And today, he's finally sick of it.

"I'm going to the gym, do you wanna come?" He says from the kitchen counter as he fills his water bottle.

"I'm sorry Ki I have t-" you start, not even looking up from your laptop until you hear him slam his bottle down on the counter, making water droplets fly.

"What?! What else do you have to do that's so fucking important that you can't spend two hours with me at the gym?" His hands were braced on the counter, his jaw tensed, and his shoulders squared.

You were both silent, both of you not knowing how to break the tension. You got up off the couch and walked over to him behind the counter, releasing a calming scent into the air. You heard him take a sharp inhale through his nose and exhale it, letting his shoulders relax a bit.

You slowly ran your hands up his sides under his tank top to feel his skin, coming to wrap around his waist as you lean your head against his back.

"Do you not like spending time with me?" You hear him say in a firm tone as he stares straight ahead.

"That's not it." You whisper against him in a voice smaller than normal.

He shifts, bringing you to his front so he can look at your face.

"Then what is?" He looks down at you, resting his arms on the counter behind you, effectively caging you in.

You don't look up at him; this being the only time you were less than game to make direct eye contact with the man that has been courting you for the past 6 months.

He could tell it was something serious, his usually feisty fire cracker, now looking uncertain. He leaned down more, bringing his head over your shoulder, placing the scent gland just behind his ear, right by your nose, giving you no choice but to inhale him each time you took a breath. He raised both of his hands to rub up and down your arms, trying to soothe you.

"What is it, baby?" His voice is soft, calm, and patient. A complete 180 compared to how he is with everyone else. This side of him is reserved just for you.

"I don't like being watched..." Your voice trails off. He pulls back from you just enough to look into your eyes that are now looking up at him through your lashes. He silently urges you to go on.

"When I'm working out, I don't look... pretty. I look like a drowned mole rat most of the time. My cellulite shows, I sweat profusely, I don't look good." You weren't looking at him anymore; your head turned to the side. To your surprise, you hear a deep bellowing laugh from the man in front of you. You felt strong arms wrap around you as he continued to chuckle softly under his breath.

"Baby, I dont think anyone's supposed to look good while working out. I'm sorry for laughing but, I thought it was something a lot worse, so this is kinda a relief..." He pulls back with a small smile on his lips.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you look away from him, suddenly finding the lamp next to the couch very interesting.

"I thought that you were drifting from me..." you hear his gruff voice whisper. The declaration making you forget your shyness instantly, eyes snapping to him.

"What? Why?" Safe to say you were a little more than very concerned, what had you done to make him think that?

"I don't know," he was looking everywhere else besides your eyes, afraid he might divulge all his biggest insecurities if he wasn't careful.

"I guess I thought you realized you didn't like me as much as you thought you did. That maybe you'd..." There it was, the big seedy underbelly of his small but bountiful list of things he was less than happy with himself about "I don't know" He shook his head with a sigh letting his gaze drop down, giving up trying to put it into words.

"Katsuki, I dont just like you. I love you." You voice was gentle and calm as you spoke. His eyes snapped up to meet yours immediately. What the hell did you just say. You just said that you loved him, and he was losing his absolute shit. That was the first 'I love you'. You had said it to him. His lips slightly parted in shock as he listened to you speak.

"Yeah you get on my nerves and sometimes I wanna strangle you. You can be rude and standoff-ish, but that's what drew me to you in the first place." You lifted you hands to lock then behind his neck.

"You liked that I was rude?" He said with an amused and almost breathless scoff that turned into more of a chuckle.

"I liked that you were unapologetic. That you don't care what anyone thinks of you. You're... real. You're tenacious and determined. You know exactly what you want, and you fight to get there. You're ambitious and honest in everything you do." Your thumb have found homes at the edges of his jaw under his ears as you rub against his stubble. "And even though you are a bit mean sometimes," He's dumbstruck, completely speechless, how have you been watching him this closely all this time. He was sure that he wasnt that serious to you as you are to him. It almost brings him to tears just hearing you talk about all the things you love about him. You lean in to place a gentle ghosting kiss on his lips, that leaves him wanting so much more. "You can be soft and sweet when you really wanna be." You pull back slightly and rest your forehead against his. "And I'll go with you to the gym if it means that much to you." You chuckle lightly and run you hands through the hair on the back of his head.

"Nah, you don't have to. I don't want to you feel uncomfortable. Even though I think you look beautiful all the time." A small smile lazily graces his features as he wraps his arms around your back pulling you closer against him.

"Maybe we can workout together at home sometime?" He says into your hair, enjoying the feeling of you against him.

"I'd like that." You say into to knook of his neck.

A couple beats of silence goes by of you two just holding each other before he speaks again.

"You just said that you love me." He says pulling away slightly to look at you.

"I did, and yes, i did mean it." You were looking up unto his eyes enjoying this close intimacy that is only for you both to know about.

He moves a hand from your back to the back of your neck and pulls you in for the most amazing kiss you've ever had. It was slow and gentle but so full of passion and love. You separate but don't pull away completely, still holding each other close. "I love you, more than you know." He whispers against your lips.

You adore this side of him, the side that only the two of you know exists, the side of your relationship that only you two understand. It's out of the public eye, no pictures taken to capture the moment. It only lived on inside your shared memories together.

Gosh, all the feels for this man. I headcannon that he would crave this sort of soft intimacy from time to time. Bro istg I need me a man like this.

In any case I am back from my unintentional 3 month hiatus. I am so ready to write again, SFW and NSFW so if you would like to request my inbox is always available. And for those who have requested while I was away I'll be going through and pumping out content from there during the next few days.

May the next good dick you receive also be attached to a good man 🙏♡

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡°⚠︎°｡𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗,𝟏𝟖+, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 :𝒑

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𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂, 𝒀/𝑵, 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆.

𝑹𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, ��𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓."

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝒀/𝑵," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. "𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂. 𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆.

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒂��𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇. 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚.

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𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂'𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 – 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒖𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌-𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎, 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕.

𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆lf𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓s, 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒂 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒕.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎.

"𝒀/𝑵!" 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒎!"

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆. "𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊," 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. "𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕."

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒀/𝑵'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊," 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆.

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔. "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒀/𝑵," 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. "𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘," 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔.

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌. "𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂," 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. "𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑."

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊'𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑.

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CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

You and Bakugo had a complicated history to say the least; in the romantic sense. Back in your UA days you had attempted to court him. You two had been doing this sort of dance around each other for a while; he’d ask to to scent things for him like blankets and pillows for his nest — something about having a familiar alpha’s aroma helped a mateless omega’s heats be more bearable. In return, you occasionally asked Bakugo to scent a hoodie or one of your shirts for you to defer away unwanted attention from some of the more pushy omegas (mostly Hatsume).

You had gotten your wires mixed and mistaken Bakugous comfortability with you as attraction. You had spend hours picking out the perfect courting gift for Bakugou, even going as far to ask Izuku’s opinion on the matter. You had settled on a expensive cashmere blanket — sunset orange. It was the kind of blanket that was advertised as peak nesting material. You scented the blanket and sealed it up in a plain box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Simple, like Bakugou would like it.

The humiliation lives with you to this day when you remember Katsuki’s horrified expression when you presented him with the gift, yelling at you and slamming the door in your face, but not before dropping the gift at your feet.

Your relationship was never quite the same after that. You trashed the blanket in the closest bin from his dorm to yours, washed all the clothes that still lingered of Bakugou’s scent, and avoided him for weeks on end. Izuku was kind enough to scent some of your shirts to ward off other omegas, and to let you lay your head in his lap while stroke your hair for a little after you explained why you couldn’t just have Bakugou do it. He would make a good mate for someone one day.

Time heals all wounds though, because as you grew up, and focused more on your hero work, yours and Bakugou’s relationship repaired on at least a professional level. You were one of the few alpha pro-hero’s that didn’t care if they were teamed up with a omega in the battlefield, which ended up with you and Bakugou being partners more often than not. The last alpha they tried to make Bakugo team up with made a snide comment about what was the superior secondary gender, then ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and pretty nasty gash on his head.

That leads you to where you are now: sitting in a bar with all your co-workers/high school friends for a after patrol drink. You were exhausted to say the least, after a day of crime fighting and a not so well night of sleep, you didn’t really feel in a partying mood. But it was rare for all of your schedules to line up for a get together like you used to have, so you put a smile on your face and order two fingers of whiskey. The group had already been here a hour and a half, you had just payed all the tabs and were getting ready to leave. You leaned your head against the back of the booth and closed your eyes— just for a minute to rest them, blissfully unaware of the way Bakugou was side glancing you. Kaminari was going on about a bank robbery he busted a couple of days ago and did you think he was embellishing some of these details? Yes. But it kept the rest of the group in a trance so you were gonna keep your mouth shut about it. Everyone had been drinking pretty heavily, everyone but you.

You open your eyes back up. The bar was loud and smelt like a locker room of different scents. You were tired and grouchy and miserable today. It was times like these to you think about how nice it would be to have some…ahem…stress relief. Your eyes scan the bar area for a minute, zeroing in on the waitress you had earlier. She was a petite brunette with blue eyes and a short skirt. She smelt like a beta, but you could see scent patches on her neck— definitely a omega; a alpha would wear a stronger brand. She must have felt your gaze because the next thing your know she’s looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at you in a almost seductive way.

You suddenly feel a petite hand on your face following a big shove, “Hey!” You protested, ushering Uraraka’s limbs away from you as she giggled, definitely a little drunk. All eyes on the table turned to the two of you as you struggled to get the wiggle worm to calm down.

“Someone’s making sex eyes at you” she teased in a sing song voice, definitely too loud for any sort of subtlety. The whole group irrupted into “Ohhh” and “Ahhh” and you suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everyone started their teasing, everyone but Katsuki who was being uncharacteristically quite. You groaned and buried your head in arms, a blush covered your face that was so pink it looked like you were sunburned. Everyone at the table quite down almost instantly, and you allow your eyes to peak just above your arms to access the situation.

“Ahem,” you looked over to your right. The pretty waitress was staring back at you. She had her check book clutched to her chest in a nervous manner and her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours. Thanks for being so loud, Uraraka. “Your receipt.” She said, placing the paper on the table and sliding it to you. You nodded, a small smile of gratitude gracing your lips before she turned around and walked away. Your friends broke out into whispers and Kaminari started annoyingly nudging you in the side as you all stood up to leave. You wave him off.

With the receipt still in your hand, you all spit off in your different directions when you exit the bar. You and Bakugou head toward the direction of your car, since you work together it’s not uncommon for you to carpool to or from work, and since you had shared plans with your friends tonight it was decided by him that you would take the both of you. You haven’t heard a peep from the blonde since he yelled at Kirishima for double dipping in the salsa earlier. He had only spoke when spoken to tonight but you brushed that off as him being as tired as you were right now.

“She gave you her number.” He said emotionless, gesturing to the receipt in your hand. You flipped the piece of paper around and well, she did. Written in pretty girlish handwriting was her name, number, and ‘call me’ on the back of the receipt. So that’s why she gave it to you. Your face flushed again at the thought of a pretty omega taking interest in you. Sure there had been omega in the past that had took a shining to you, but most of them you shrugged off in favor of focusing on work or well, when your head was too fuzzy with the thoughts of maybe being with Bakugou. You wanted to know what she smelled like, without blockers on, would your scents be compatible? Of course, it could be a one night stand sort of deal, which would mean compatibility is basically a moot point because it wouldn’t be going anywhere serious. “Are you going to call her?” Bakugo pressed, which wasn’t like him at all. The two of you didn’t talk about your romantic lives ever. It was the one unspoken rule you shared since that dumb night in the dorms.

You knitted your eyebrows together, unsure of what answer he was probably expecting. “I think I will.” You answered honestly, feeling the burning gaze Bakugou had on your hand as you stuffed the receipt into your coat pocket and took your car keys out.

“You don’t even know her.” He argued, his pace slowing as he trailed behind you. There was something in his tone that you didn’t care to decipher, because you stopped trying to understand Bakugo on a personal level years ago. “I didn’t take you for the kind of alpha that sleeps around.” That was a low blow. You turn around, a hand on the drivers side door, and look at him. His eyes were unfocused, and stance was wobbly. How much did he have to drink again?

“Let’s get you home, Bakugo. We have to work in the morning.” You’re gonna brush off his words as after affects of too much alcohol. You were suspecting this to happen, it’s why your only had a sip of your drink the whole evening. Someone needed to drive home. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in almost a menacing way and he didn’t take anymore steps towards your car.

“No!” He shouted, and suddenly you remember just how public this parking lot is as a passerby send a look your way. “Tell me your not gonna call her! You’re not that kind of alpha!” Your silent for a second, accessing your choices. You could have a loud verbal argument with your co-worker in the middle of the street, or you could put him over your shoulder like a child and take him to the car. You quickly rush over, all but throwing the blonde in the passenger seat of your car as he fight you in a very ungraceful way. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” That made you pause, halfway into bucking Bakugo’s seatbelt you turn to look at him. He had tears in the brims of his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He was a very emotional drunk.

“Bakugo, calm down.” You whispered, you don’t want him to cry. You’ve never seen him cry. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your thumb, ignoring how your heart dropped to your stomach when he leaned into your touch.

You shut the passengers door on him and got in the drivers seat, Bakugo’s was struggling against the seatbelt. Tears were free falling down his cheeks and his breathing was getting short and rapid. It broke your heart to see the omega in distress over something stupid and meaningless like a phone number. He needed to calm down. You needed to calm him down. You quickly peeled off your scent blockers on your neck, allowing a calming scent to overtake the car. Bakugou found the click release of his seatbelt and launched himself into your lap, straddling your hips, rubbing his face on the sides of your neck, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.

The car was filled with a gentle humming sound. Purring.

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It was a surprise you didn’t get pulled over driving home. Bakugo refused to leave your lap, he refused to get out of the car without you when you drove to his place. You climbed up the stairs of your apartment complex to at a time, Bakugo was still in your arms and you had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of you anytime soon. Thank god you only lived on the second floor. As soon as you opened your front door Bakugo lifted his head from your neck, accessing your surroundings as you walked him further inside. He had never been to your place before — your den.

“Alright,” You said as you walked him into your bedroom, you manhandled the blonde on to your bed, met with a whole new wave of purring as you did so. Bakugo looked up at you with hooded eyes, rolling his back on your comforter, coating himself in your scent from the it. You were suddenly met with the scent of a very horny omega. Great. When did he take his scent patches off without you noticing. “You sleep here, I’ll sleep out there.” You ordered, before pointing out the door and to the couch in the living area. You had to be the one to keep a cool head in this situation, no matter how much his scent is making you want to bend his knees to his shoulders and rail into him until morning. He’s probably flexible enough to do it too. You made a move to leave.

Bakugo stared at you for a minute, then his hands had iron grips on your forearm, forcing you back on top of him and caging himself under you — you were dominating him. You could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and you could smell the slick gushing out of him. He was making it very hard to be a gentleman right now.

“I haven’t smelt your scent since high school” he whispered, hands began to stroke your shoulders and neck, a gesture he was hoping would invite you in, closer to him. It was the first thing he said since you had got out of the car. It was true, during high school you wore your scent blockers religiously after Bakugo had rejected you. You had to be with such close quarters with each other that you figured you’d be doing him a favor. You wore them during work for professionalism. The only time you didn’t wear your scent blockers now were when you were at home by yourself. “I’m sorry,”He whispered again, like someone else was gonna hear him. His hand slipped up from your shoulder to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, just like you did to him in the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t accept your gift then.”

You swallowed, you didn’t want to talk about it. You went five years without bringing it up, why was he bringing it up. “It’s okay.” You whispered back, then tried to untangle yourself from his limbs. You had to get out of here.

Bakugo didn’t let you go, as you tried to get him to release one of his hands he grabbed you with his other, and his legs around your waist, then flipped you over so you were trapped between the bed and him. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply. He missed your scent, he missed you. And he didn’t want you to move on with another omega because of a mistake he made when he was seventeen. He wanted your pups, your mark, a bond. He never seen you take any interest in a omega that wasn’t him. Being here — in your apartment, surround by the scent he missed so much — was overwhelming. Had you ever brought anyone else here?

“It’s not okay.” He said, pining your hands to your side so you couldn’t lift him off of you. “I was miserable without you, you didn’t look at me for months, you asked fucking Deku to scent your shirts for you.”

“You didn’t want to be with me.”

“I’ll always want you.” Your faces were too close, you could feel his breath with every word. “I should’ve realized it then.” Bakugou kissed you, in a sweet and loving manner, it was slow and coordinated. It wasn’t aggressive and forceful like you always thought his kisses would be like. You tasted to alcohol on his tongue and suddenly remember just how much Bakugo had to drink tonight.

“You need to sleep, your gonna have a hangover in the morning.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Not if you don’t stay with me.”

“Just for tonight.”

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A/N: I’ll edit and proofread this later, I had a sudden burst of energy to write.

Edited and proofread 7/6/22

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x male reader #bnha x male reader #kirishima x male reader #denki kaminari x male reader #todoroki x male reader #izuku x male reader #bakugou angst #bakugou imagine #mha x male reader #male reader #alpha x omega #alpha genetics #omegaverse #alpha beta omega

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omegamusings-writigs · 1 year

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Kirishima

[hc] being his omega (a x o reader) [hc] “cuddle buddies” (platonic a x o reader)

Tokoyami

[hc] “cuddle buddies” (a x o reader)

Tamaki

[hc] tamaki as omega (o x a reader)

Kaminari

[hc] wanting to court shinso together (a x o x o reader)

Shinso

[hc] you + denki want to court him together (a x o x o reader)

Bakugo

[hc] being his alpha (o x a reader)

Shigaraki

[hc] being his alpha (o x a reader) [hc] being his omega (a x o reader)

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gojoed · 2 years

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“bakugo come on, we’re gonna be late!”

it was morning on a thursday, the sky seemed calm. there was no evident sign of the sun in the sky, only pale grey clouds covering it like a blanket. it was winter after all. you stood by the gate entrance of the home of the bakugo’s, waiting for probably one of the loudest kids in the neighborhood to show up already.

“bakugo, i swear to god, i’m leaving without you if you don’t hurry up!”

“ok, jesus y/n wait the fuck up!”

“i’ve been waiting for five minutes already, we gotta go!”

“then wait five more!”

he always knew how to retaliate your comments you gave him. both of you never really gave each other a chance to have a consistent winner in these games of screaming back and forth. you sighed for what seemed the umpteenth time. there was a little breeze coming in, so you hugged the jacket that covered your uniform closer to you.

“bakugo!” you yelled a third time, a little irritated that he was taking so long, he never took long.

“y/n!” he yelled back, in the same tone as you did, asshole.

bakugo finally rushed out of his home's door, pausing only to hop slightly to adjust his shoes. he ran towards you with his light brown scarf in his hand. he huffed while wrapping it around his neck.

“damn you can’t even wait a few minutes, impatient ass.”

“well you were taking too long while i was starting to feel my ass freeze over.“

he snorted and retorted with something along the lines of, “what ass?”

you rolled your eyes at him and walked along the sidewalk. it was thursday, a school day, and ever since you started going to school with bakugo, you were never late. so it seemed odd to you that all of a sudden to see him taking longer than he normally would have.

“soooo, why were you taking so long? forgot your underwear or something?”

“the fuck, hell no! i was just looking for something.”

“something? oh come on you’re not even going to give me a little hint to what made you so panicky this fine morning? you even made the clouds worried.”

bakugo gave you the stink eye. but at the same time he moved his left hand out of his pocket where he always seemed to stuff it in. he pulled out a glittery object, the size of a card. well maybe because it was a card, an all might card.

“i was looking for this you idiot.”

“...you know show and tell stopped like in elementary school, right?”

“of course i know!“ bakugo yelled back at you, he shoved it back in his pocket along with his hand. there was a moment of silence between you two, before he sighed and mumbled.

“i’ve always had it on me, you remember when i got those chips with deku and my old friends back then?”

“the all might chips? yeah i remember those.”

“remember the card i showed you that i got from them?”

you shook your head slightly, to signal a ‘no’ until your mind went back to the card in his pocket. you let out a loud ‘oh!’.

“wait, but why do you still have it?” you wanted to know. those chips were just any old merchandise that helped all might’s name and company earn more money. any other kid could have had it.

bakugo took another long line of silence before opening his mouth again. the tips of his ears were tinged a now slight pink, and it didn’t look like it was from the cold.

“...i... always wanted to have all might autograph it. wouldn’t mean shit to me if he just signed a random paper, though.”

you remained quiet for a few seconds. so it was that important to him? wait so how long has that card been with him? has he really always carried it alongside him? a small smile grew on your face, remembering when he came over to your house with his friend group shouting how he got all might’s card. he was so happy he was practically bouncing off the walls.

“one day, i’m gonna make all might sign this!”

bakugo, the one in the present, gave you a side glance. you had a dumb smile on your face now, looking forward. he clenched his fist tighter and tried to shove them deeper into his pockets, which now seemed smaller than he remembered. did you think it was dumb? you always called some of his ideas dumb as a joke. he was so deep in worry that he didn’t notice you staring back at him.

he felt the base of his neck start to heat up under his scarf (thank god he had it on or he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you) and made a ‘tch’ sound. would you just talk to him already?

“well how about this, katsuki bakugo.”

you linked you arms together, only causing more heat to travel up his neck. he was still thankful for his scarf.

“we’ll get all might to sign that card for you, even if we’re dying, we’ll insist on it.”

he blinked and then smirked at you.

“was already planning on it.”

@scarekat @manursuki

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christarmewn · 1 year

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NEW FIC | My Childhood Friend, Bakugo - Prologue: Middle School Years

New fic! This one is going to be short (unlike my others lol). It's just an experiment for fun, and yes I will still be making progress on Love-Coach Ochako and the other story arcs. ^^

*Chapter starts below picture↓

Summary: "What if Bakugo was actually 'nice'?" Midoriya has been friends with Bakugo for as long as he can remember. They grew up loving the same hero, sharing the same dreams-yet out of nowhere, during their first year of middle school, Bakugo changes. Though he isn't the one who tears up his notebooks or pushes him down the stairs, Bakugo watches it all without batting an eye anymore. Before he knows it, life with Bakugo becomes torture-forcing himself to endure his cheerful yet subtly brutal remarks every day. Yet somehow, there is a spark of hope: Midoriya gets accepted to UA. The question is, will getting accepted change anything? And will he ever get his old friend back?

Note: If it isn't clear, this is an experimental fic, where everything in MHA is the same, except Bakugo has his beta personality of "inadvertently insulting people". In other words, he is a conniving, passive aggressive nightmare of a manipulator instead of his angry, explosive self.

This fic is also my way of exploring how to write this kind of character. It's just an exercise, so it'll be short (5-7 chapters), but hopefully kind of fun.

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Foreword:

“At first, I made him a natural-born genius who would inadvertently insult people, but that got pretty boring so I went the other route and turned him into a nasty guy with an explosive personality. I’m glad he came out so unlikable.” -Kohei Horikoshi; My Hero Academia Vol. 1

What if he was still that “nice-guy” type of person? Not the sort of bully who intimidates and attacks others, but the sort who manipulates with words? I could never possibly hope to mimic Horikoshi’s style, or figure out what his initial plans had looked like, but I couldn’t help but want to try my hand at writing such a character. I only plan to do a couple of experimental chapters, but I hope you all enjoy them nonetheless!

Prologue: Middle School Years

His green eyes peered sullenly down at the surface of the koi pond, watching gloomily as the fish bobbed up to the surface to peck at the ink-smeared pages of his hero journal. It was already thoroughly ruined before, when his classmates had torn out the pages, but seeing the ink now splotched across the cover like a murder-scene only added to the insult. It was pointless, but figuring there were still salvageable pages somewhere in there, Midoriya reached in and pulled out the notebook like he was holding a dirty rag.

“That’s not food, stupid. It’s my notebook…” he muttered irritably to the fish.

He shook it a few times, splattering water and ink across the pavement, before fingering through a couple of the pages to double-check what’d been ruined. Sure enough, there wasn’t much remaining that was readable. He should’ve known better than to bring it to class, but he couldn’t help it. Taking notes was the closest Midoriya ever felt to being a hero, and if that was the only way he could find solace in his grim day-today experience, then so be it.

“I kept warning ya not to bring those things to school. What—is that your third one you’ve lost? Fourth?”

The voice cropped up unexpectedly behind him, and he flinched. He already knew who it was by that casually patronizing tone of voice, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk back. Instead, he focused on shaking out more water from his book, and turned in the opposite direction.

“Aaah, I really don’t get it, Deku. Why even bother when you’re quirkless? You know it’s never gonna change anything—I keep tellin’ ya.”

He started to leave, but of course he followed him from behind. Wherever Midoriya went, there was no escaping his annoyingly persistent childhood “friend”, Bakugo. For the life of him, he still couldn’t understand why Bakugo did what he did, anyway. Their friendship was in a rather gray area—somewhere between amiable, and borderline manipulative.

At least he doesn’t try to hurt me, Midoriya thought, barely optimistic.

“You should try going for a job that better suits your personality, anyway,” he went on, “I mean, what would they even call you? ‘The Mumbler’? I can’t think of anything else, haha. That’s why I keep saying you’re better suited for civic work. You know—the kind of stuff anyone could do. I mean, they need someone for those jobs. Those of us with real strong quirks have sort of an obligation to do things like hero work, don’cha think?”

Oh how he wished he could tell him to shut-up. By now, Midoriya had done this rodeo about a hundred different times with him, and knew exactly what Bakugo was intending to say. Hidden between the lines written in fine print, was something probably in the likeness of: “You’re useless and should just stay out of my way so I don’t have a hard time. I don’t need you making me look bad.”

Bakugo suddenly slid an arm around his shoulder, making an electric shock travel up his spine at the feeling of his palm. He stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk, finally catching sight of the menacingly sweet smile on his face.

“You listening, nerd? You get me?”

He couldn’t help but respond this time. “Y… yeah, I hear you, haha.”

Bakugo’s red eyes bore into him a moment longer, unblinking as he waited for more. All the while, his smile continued to pierce into Midoriya’s soul, and he wondered painfully when he would leave him alone.

“And…?” Bakugo pressed.

There it was, the fine print. Midoriya had to choose his words carefully if he didn’t want to get his toes stepped on.

“…I’ll stay out of your way.” he replied vaguely.

Bakugo seemed to notice his attempt at not giving a direct commitment, but at least for now, this was satisfactory. Letting his thin smile turn into a more sincere grin, he ground his knuckles against Midoriya’s scalp in an almost playful noogie—had it not slightly hurt.

“Aww, you’d do that for me? I knew I could trust you buddy.”

Bakugo skipped past Midoriya after that, moving to join his other group of friends as they rounded the corner of the school building. He turned one last time to face him, shouting out with a familiar wave: “I’ll see you tomorrow, Deku! Stay outta trouble, eh?”

Midoriya tilted his head sullenly downwards, which Bakugo took as a nod, and left.

Now that he was gone, Midoriya finally had a spare moment to think.

Kacchan really doesn’t want me to apply to UA—I know that, but I can’t help it. he looked down one last time at his notebook, wondering when everything had gone so wrong between them, I want to be a hero too. You’re aware of that—and I promised already that I wouldn’t get in your way, so then why…?

Truthfully, there was no way of knowing. Years ago, the two had been the best of friends—practically growing up with two sets of parents from all the time they’d spent together. Being such a reserved person, even when he was a toddler—the age where everyone was quirkless, he was still rather alone. He had a timid voice, and a tiny body even for his age; and it didn’t help that his hero-obsession often took precedence over any kind of social interaction. It was a bad habit that persisted even until now, despite all the bullying he received for it.

Bakugo was different, though. Born with a flashy quirk, and a friendly personality, he made connections easily. He was surrounded by friends, which made Midoriya slightly jealous, but for whatever reason, Bakugo remained loyal to him the most. He had no idea why though—they’d been friends for so long, the day they’d initially met was long-forgotten. There was only one memory in particular from their youth that would often pop up as the most likely start of their friendship.

It was a memory from before either of them had gotten their quirks. They’d gone to a playground together, only to bump into a rough group of 2nd graders who wanted free domain over the swing sets. Midoriya fell—bruising both elbows as the intimidating child leered down at him from above.

“Quirkless children aren’t allowed in this park, brats!” he jeered, “You should know better than to come here!”

“I-it doesn’t say that anywhere! You’re lying!”

The kid pointed to a sign written in Kanji, “It says it right there, stupid! So get out before we make you!”

Midoriya whimpered uselessly. He was too young to understand much Kanji, so for all he knew, it could’ve well said that. Still, his legs were trembling so much that he couldn’t move if he wanted to. The kid would have to throw hm out by force if he wanted him to leave.

“Hey, get up and scram already!” he yelled again, irritation rising in his voice.

Fat tears threatened the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as the kid’s hand took a fistful of his collar and began to lift him harshly off of his feet.

S-someone save me!

At that moment, the big kid let out an angry yell. A sudden ball of dirt hurled into his eyes—spraying particles everywhere like a tiny explosion, and blinded him temporarily. Almost immediately, he dropped Midoriya and wiped furiously at his eyes while his friends watched in stunned dismay.

“Augh—what the heck was that!? Who threw that!?”

Taking advantage of the commotion, a hand flew to Midoriya’s wrist, and pulled with a surprising amount of force. He flew to his feet instantly, his strength returning, and the both of them dashed out of the park and headed in the direction of home. Finally blinking over at his savior, Midoriya’s eyes focused on his friend Bakugo—who currently had a big grin on his face.

“Did you see that!?” he laughed, turning to face Midoriya with an off-putting amount of enthusiasm, “Wasn’t I so cool!? I sure showed them, haha! Stupid big kids!”

“Y-yeah! You were super awesome!” Midoriya agreed, grinning.

“Thanks!”

They both slowed down for a moment, sure that the others wouldn’t chase them now that they were in front of their house. Both of them paused to catch their breath, equally worn out from their small jog, until Midoriya suddenly broke the silence with a stress-induced sob. Bakugo whipped his head around in response, eyes wide with concern when he started to bawl.

“Wh-what’re you crying for, ‘Zuku!? We got ‘em! We’re safe!”

“It’s just—It’s just—” he was too young at the time to understand the feeling, but looking back, he must’ve felt so relieved to have a friend like Bakugo.

“H-hey, look at me, alright!?”

He placed his small hands onto Midoriya’s shoulders, allowing him a moment to pause.

“I’ve got your back, okay? Always!” he grinned, “I don’t care if you end up quirkless, or if I end up quirkless—you can always rely on me! I’ll be your hero okay!?”

Midoriya nodded pitifully, attempting to hold back his tears with some difficulty. “O-okay.”

“Don’t forget!”

He nodded again, harsher this time.

“Good!”

He then extended out a hand, and performed a secret handshake that Midoriya wasn’t familiar with. Bakugo helped him out though, teaching him the simple motions until he understood. By the time they finished, Bakugo was grinning from ear to ear with satisfaction.

“What was that for?” Midoriya sniffed, eyeing his hand as if he’d just grown it new.

“A secret pact!” he announced loudly, “Now we’ll be friends forever, so you don’t have ta worry if anyone will save you!”

Midoriya, at that age, took those words to heart in a special way. For good reason, he truly believed that Bakugo would always be there for him. Bakugo was strong, and always kind to him first and foremost, so Midoriya relied on him for just about everything. The possibility of things ever turning sour between them seemed entirely impossible in every way back then—even despite the small red flags here and there.

Midoriya nodded vivaciously at Bakugo, affirming his approval with an excited: “Mmh!” before going back inside for their afternoon snacks.

However, that time felt like an eternity ago, compared to his last three years of middle school. Life wasn’t so simple now. Rather, he lived under constant fear of Bakugo’s oppressive, watchful eye over him. He’d gone from being a friend, to being a pawn, it seemed—though again, he didn’t know why. Perhaps it had happened slowly—chipped away day by day as Bakugo took him to more extremes, promising protection in exchange for devotion. By now, the protection was long-gone though. There was nothing in the way of keeping Midoriya from getting tripped down the stairs, or having his hair drenched with curdled milk.

But yet there was Bakugo still—smiling next to him like nothing had changed at all. It was creepy.

The closest memory Midoriya had to the beginning of the abuse, was halfway into their first year of middle school.

Before that point, he’d only had inklings of suspicion regarding Bakugo’s perception of him. Technically, there was nothing stopping him from bullying him except for sheer loyalty. If that were to crumble, then he could easily become the most controlling person in his life by default. It was a dangerous balance that seemed only destined to eventually tip the scale, in hindsight.

Bakugo had stopped a little ways down the hall to their classroom. He was speaking with a group of two other people—a redheaded girl with a ponytail, and a dark-haired boy who was quite tall for a middle schooler. Midoriya truly wished he could’ve heard their conversation in full, because it was quite possibly the catalyst for Bakugo’s change in demeanor, but there was no way he could ever know unless he asked him now. Until that day came, Midoriya would have to make assumptions with just the sprinkling of words he’d overheard.

“…we hear you’re applying to UA after middle school, right? That’s pretty amazing Bakugo!”

“Aww, you flatter me guys!” Bakugo replied, scratching the back of his head bashfully, “UA’s been my goal ever since I was a kid. It’s kinda my dream to become the number one hero and all, haha.”

“Well, with your talent you’re sure to get in!” the boy replied, “I hear the exams are supposed to measure your quirk potential or something, so with a quirk like Explosion, they’d have to be idiots to let you slip by.”

“Right?” he chuckled back, “Just you guys watch—I’ll become the representative for this school as the sole UA alumni! It’ll put this place on the map for sure.”

“I’m sure the principal would appreciate that, haha.”

They chuckled for a minute as Midoriya gathered up his things from his desk, and peeked around the corner to look for him. When he spotted Bakugo, he almost called out—but seeing his other classmates (who tended to be more hostile towards him) made him hesitate. Instead, he paused in the doorway for another moment, and shuffled around the items in his bag to pretend he was looking for something while he waited.

“Say though…” the girl began, a quizzical expression filling her face, “isn’t Deku trying to get into that place too? He’s a total All-Might otaku, after all—it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Bakugo flinched. He flinched, and Midoriya noticed it quite obviously even from the doorway. It was rare to ever see him lose his cool, so for him to have reacted this way was so unsettling, he never forgot it.

“Ah, he did mention that bit,” Bakugo responded, some of his chipper attitude diminishing, “But I mean, it’s not like he’ll get in, so what’s the harm in it?”

Okay, ouch. he'd thought. Granted, he was no stranger to Bakugo’s brutal honesty, but for some reason hearing him say this so casually to other people than himself, really stung.

“Well, he’s a huge freaking nerd for one,” the black-haired kid answered, holding up a finger, “Some students get into that school with pretty vanilla quirks, yanno. Might as well be quirkless.” he leaned forward a little bit, “Wanna know why? It’s ‘cuz of the written exam. If you’re a genius—or in his case, a complete hero nut, you could get into something like General Ed, or the Support Department. Happens all the time.”

There was an eerily long pause that lasted at least three solid seconds before Bakugo responded with a bone-chillingly upbeat: “Oh really?”

Sometimes, Bakugo would make these facial expressions. They happened at the most random times, it seemed—he’d be upset, stressed, tired, but then he’d smile. Midoriya assumed for years that he was just a natural optimist. There could be a typhoon on the weekend, or he’d lose his homework, or step in a pile of dog poop, and he’d laugh it all off like it was a twisted comedy routine.

But then there were times when that smile of his would come purely out of nowhere. Something would happen that he legitimately didn’t like, and he’d just snap. Once, after Midoriya had laughed about a stroke of his bad luck, Bakugo smiled straight into the abyss and retorted quite coldly:

“Shut-up, Izuku.”

And then the day proceeded on like nothing had happened.

Even with Bakugo’s back facing him, Midoriya knew what his face looked like. That jarring, ever-present expression of his was the only fitting match for his current tone of voice.

“You didn’t know, Bakugo?”

He shrugged and laughed a little, “I did, but I forgot it could apply to that nerd. The kid’s smart, I’ll give him credit for that—I guess that means I might be in a little trouble then.”

Midoriya didn’t like where this was headed. A slow feeling of dread lowered onto his shoulders. At this rate, Bakugo’s likelihood of doing something unpredictable was going to increase. He tended to do that on occasion—sway Midoriya’s life in an entirely different direction, all on a whim or an impulse. Midoriya never understood the cause of these mood swings of his—it was just another mystery about him which despite all the notebooks he’d written in, Midoriya had yet to crack.

“You? Oh, please! He could never take your spot, Bakugo. The little #@*%’s quirkless.”

“Haha, I’m not worried about that, haha,” another odd pause. This time, Bakugo cut himself off and ended his train of thought with an air of question.

I’ve got to step in before this gets ugly.

Clearing the hall in three strides, Midoriya placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, hoping it would wake him up a bit.

“There you are, Kacchan! Let’s go home already.” Midoriya forced a smile on his face as he said this, his mind racing elsewhere. Kacchan only said that stuff because he’s a people-pleaser. He’s always been like that. This conversation is already over—I just have to pull him away.

“Hey, tell us already, Deku!” the red-headed girl shouted in a jeering tone, “What’re your plans for getting into UA again? ‘Hard work’, or some bull#@*% like that?”

“C-cut it out!” he turned to Bakugo with a slightly disheartened expression, “It’s perfectly possible for a quirkless student to get into UA if they can pass the exams, but that has nothing to do with Kacchan here. We’re both going to fight hard for what we want, so you can take your insults elsewhere!” he glanced frantically at the students, and then at Bakugo again, “R-right?”

They both gave Bakugo a rather scornful look; one that told without speaking, the words: “Is he serious?”. If Midoriya hadn’t had Bakugo by his side as his pillar of strength, he would’ve already been wailing in a pathetic heap by now.

“He doesn’t need you all looking down on him just because he’s friends with a qu-quirkless kid!” Midoriya stammered back, hating what he called himself, “Now come on already, Kacchan—”

“Cut it out Deku.”

The words spilled out of his mouth so fast, it gave him whiplash. An icy chill crawled up his spine at the realization of what his friend had just said to him.

“Deku”?

Bakugo then spun in the opposite direction of the classmates, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his face became less and less readable. Midoriya had nothing to work with again, other than that smile—though it was fainter than usual. He looked robotically stiff, and wide-eyed. Whatever his face meant, he was in deep thought over something, and Midoriya was becoming steadily more afraid of what that suspenseful “something” was.

“Deku-wha—?” he blinked foolishly, his tongue flopping uselessly in his mouth, “B-but you don’t—you said you’d never—”

“Ah? Something wrong with that?” he gave Midoriya a side glance, returning the corners of his smile back to his cheeks for a moment.

“Deku’s not… a very nice…” his words came out as a low mumble, but he was sure Bakugo knew what he was saying anyway.

Bakugo had never used the name “Deku” before. This was the first time. His classmates had come up with it while jumping him after school, and ever since then, the awful nickname had stuck. Of course, Bakugo condemned usage of the name, and swore he would never say it—especially since he was Midoriya’s supposed friend. So hearing him say it now, with no concern at all in his tone, felt like a literal stab to the chest.

“It’s got a nice ring to it—Deku,” he repeated, seeming to savor the taste of the word in his mouth as he drawled it out, “Forgot what it means, but it’s short and to the point. Kinda like you!”

He hovered his palm over Midoriya’s head to show their height difference, but the sudden shadow of his palm caused him to instinctually duck away in fear. Now in a half-crouch with his hand over his head, Midoriya was able to catch a glimpse Bakugo’s piercing, red eyes.

He regretted looking.

“Deku, you look better from this angle,” he said quietly, his words stinging Midoriya like hailstones, “…far away from me.”

Bakugo put his hand back into his pocket and smiled at him so hard his eyes squinted shut.

“Crouch any lower, and I bet I could see my house from up here, haha! You’re like a little green pebble, ‘Zuku.” unexpectedly, Bakugo gave him a hearty slap on the back which about knocked him over. “Come on now, let’s go—just like you said, eh? Gotta hurry home if we want to catch those All-Might re-runs!”

Midoriya was still shaking, but even if his friend was a menace in disguise, there was no way he could say no to that.

“Y-y-yeah—right. Right!” he stood up and brushed off his slacks, “I’m coming!”

Perhaps the most jarring part of that entire interaction was the fact that they did in fact, watch All-Might re-runs together that afternoon. And during their show, while Midoriya had gotten up to bring over a snack bowl, Bakugo all of a sudden blurted:

“Oh riiight. Deku means ‘worthless’.”

Midoriya sat down slowly next to him, staring with suppressed fear into Bakugo’s empty face. Sure enough, he was still smiling, even with his wide eyes glued to the television.

Midoriya swallowed harshly, turning to look at the tv too without saying a single word in response.

If you already knew that, then why say it?

#my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #mha #mha fanfic #bakugo katsuki #beta design bakugo #beta bakugo #katsuki bakugo #nice bakugo #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya

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hella1975 · 1 year

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THIS IS SO EMBARASSING JUST KISS AND MAKE UP OR SOMETHING

#the ground beta fight has me feeling bad for BAKUGO of all people cant they just kill him off already i cant do this #'is it because you looked up to him more than i did? and if that's the case does it mean everything ive done to be like him is wrong?' STOP #THE OBSESSIVE RIVALRY IS GETTING EMOTIONAL PLEASE JUST KISS #yeah yeah the bully x victim trope is bad but i just think bkdk is the funniest possible outcome here #'bakugo told him to kill himself' bakugo was in middle school #he was like. ten. yeah he needs to apologise but thanks to INCESSANT TIKTOK SPIOLERS i know he does #im investing early idc #the good thing about mha is that the fandom is so big and insane that idc about making good nuanced takes #like every take has already been made both good and bad so im just here to say the funniest possible thing #i want to get cancelled by any mha fans as soon as possible so i can live my life in peace #my hero academia #hella watches anime #mha spoilers #i am NOT tagging this as bakudeku those guys scare me i ultimately am disappointed that this is what im leaning towards

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thegayer-thebetter · 6 months

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Learning to Heal - Chapter 1

Alpha Bakugo x Alpha Kirishima x Beta Todoroki x Omega Izuku (It's a polycule because why tf not)

Summary: Izuku is not like the other omegas at the Omegan Sale Facility. He was raised to be the ‘perfect omega’, the obedient alpha fantasy. His whole life he was taught to put his wants last, to listen to an alpha no matter what. When he’s of age he’s sold to an Omegean Sale Facility, others were kidnapped to be trained and broken into the ‘perfect omega’, to be auctioned off to the highest bidding alpha. He’s been brainwashed and manipulated his whole life to believe this is what he wants. That by doing so he’s fulfilling his duties as a good omega should.

However, when pro heroes take down the omega trafficking ring and Izuku realizes that he was lied to his whole life. He has to unlearn everything he was taught and listen to his inner omega. With the help of the pack of pros that made his freedom possible Izuku has a lot to learn.

I wake up to the alarm, as always. I make my way to the shared bathrooms and begin my morning hygiene routine, as always. The rules at this Omegan Sale Facility are strict but simple.

Rule 1: Hygiene and maintaining my appearance is my priority. That means I brush my teeth twice a day; eat only the food given to me during mealtime; I must participate in active time; shower every day; shave every week at least; and do my skin care every morning and night. My body and looks are the commodity, I am the facility’s property. The better I look, the more money I bring in.

Rule 2: I will obey any and every order. My will and my wants do not matter. No matter what the guards and trainers tell me to do, I must do it. My omegean instincts are second to the will of those above me. I do not know what is best for myself, only an alpha knows what an omega wants and needs.

Rule 3: By completing the obedience and alpha care training I will be added to the roster of the next auction and sold to the highest bidder. That alpha will be my new owner. That’s the goal. To be an alpha’s plaything, a mindless, obedient, omega. That’s how omegas were intended to be, after all, and the facility helps keep omegas in order. The facility shows us our place in the world, some take longer to accept it than others. But in the end every omega brought here succumbs to the natural order of things.

It’s only three rules! It’s far simpler than I had imagined it would be. Some omegas here were taken off the streets, targeted for their looks and/or scents. While others had no choice than to give themselves over because of a large amount of debt. I do not fall into either of those categories. I am one of the very few omegas specially trained since birth to be the perfect omega. The rules of the facility have been taught to me since birth, I knew my place from a very early age.

The second I was eligible, my original trainers sold me to this facility. Omegas like me are highly sought after, an omega who knows nothing but obedience. I passed my obedience and alpha care training faster than any other omega. I did not need to be broken in, like the newer omegas. As there was no learning curve for me. I did not need to be punished in order to follow my rules, they had been drilled into me my whole life. This is what I’m meant to do.

After I do my skin care, I and the other omegas line up at the bathroom door and are escorted by some guards to the dining hall. I eat some oatmeal and have some water and wait patiently for the guards to signal that breakfast is complete. After this I would usually be brought to training. Where we practice a variety of useful omegean skills.

Like being able to stay in a cage for hours on end; remaining in a room blindfolded with noise canceling headphones for as long as the trainers wish; learning the correct way to respond to an alpha; practicing pleasing an alpha sexually, learning all the correct positions and techniques; and not speaking unless I am allowed to do so. All very necessary in order to make an alpha happy and be a good omega for them.

But training is not on my schedule for today. I, and six other omegas, have completed our training and are scheduled to be auctioned off tonight. And, from what I understand, there will be some important alphas in attendance tonight. Tonight, all my training pays off, tonight I get what I’ve been working for my entire life. I get to belong to an alpha. And maybe, maybe if they like me enough, they might mate and mark me. To be pupped by an alpha is the highest honor an alpha can give to an omega. If everything goes to plan tonight, I can finally put all of my skills into practice and make myself useful!

On my auction day most of the day is spent in my room. I read some of the books I received as a reward for my obedience. Reading is pretty much the only thing the facility allows obedient omegas to do in their free time, which is rare to have. I am grateful to them for allowing me such a privilege and I always enjoy reading the books I’m allowed.

Around 5 pm I am escorted down a long hallway and to a door labeled ‘Dressing Room’. The guard opens the door and I walk in, with my head down in respect, inside the room are two trainers. This is where I will be dressed and prepared for my auction.

“Undress, omega, let us see what we have to work with.” One of the trainers' orders. I take off my shorts and tank top and neatly fold them, setting them on the table in front of me, as instructed. Panties are a privilege omegas are not entitled to. Our owner will decide what they deem is appropriate for us to wear underneath our clothes, if anything.

I stand still as the trainers take in my naked body and watch as they go to the racks of clothes and lingerie, deciding what will suit my body best.

“He’s definitely gonna bring in the highest auction tonight. We decided to put you on last, Izuku, we wanted to end this auction with a bang. The prettiest little omega that all the alphas out there have been waiting for. They can barely sit still,” The tallest and most muscular trainer says as he begins to dress me in the outfit they picked out, a dark green lace bodysuit that has sheer flower embroidery on it and shows off my thighs and butt perfectly. I look up into the mirror before me and see myself in the prettiest outfit I have ever been allowed. I feel tears come to my eyes as I look at myself. I want to remember how my future owner will first see me. Tonight is the night I will meet the alpha that I have been dreaming about my whole life, my owner.

“Look at him. Someone’s definitely gonna wreck him tonight.” The other, slimmer trainer says to the first trainer as she puts a touch of makeup on me. Just some mascara and lipgloss. “Those freckles of his are so precious.”

The trainers step back, motioning for me to spin and nod to each other.

“Perfe-” Before the muscular trainer can finish his thought, a siren blares. The emergency siren indicates someone has infiltrated the facility, an attack of some sort. This hasn’t happened before, not since I’ve been here. I start to panic and look at the two guards.

“Goddamnit. Ben probably set it off again,” The lady trainer says as she looks at the other trainer.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” he responds, and his attention turns to me, “Stay in here until we get back. You are not to move a single muscle while we’re gone. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” I say as they leave the dressing room.

And suddenly I’m alone. Of course something would go wrong on my auction day. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me. I should’ve expected something like this. I whine to myself as I wait for this mess to be over. My auction will probably be rescheduled for next week, there’s no way any of the buyers will stick around tonight if they expect a raid or attack, even if it is a false alarm.

I keep still, like the obedient omega I am. Patiently waiting for the trainers to return, I feel myself growing more anxious as time passes. The alarm keeps blaring then, suddenly, I hear an explosion and yelling over the alarm. My heart stops. I hadn’t, even for a second, expected this to be a real attack. An inconvenience at most, a mistake. But an attack? An attack is not something I had ever anticipated.

I look around the room, weighing my options. Eventually, I decide hiding is my best option. I go behind the clothing rack, sit in the corner and pull my knees to my chest as I try to make as little noise as possible. I have no idea what will happen after this. But I can’t think about that right now, I just have to stay safe. I have to stay hidden.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, I’m not sure when I can get out of here. Where would I even go? I don’t know where anything is. Eventually the alarm quiets down but I don’t move. I wait for the trainers to come and get me. I can hear people walking around, which I’m going to assume is a good sign. Maybe everything’s gonna be ok after all. Maybe it was just a false alarm and I was panicking over nothing.

Then, I hear voices, “Yeah, I’ll clear this hall! Shitty hair you take the northern one! I’ll radio if I find anybody.” The voice in the hall says. His voice is low and gravely, not a voice I’ve heard before. That’s not a good sign. None of this is. My life is over.

It’s only a matter of time until I’m discovered. This is one thing I was not trained for. This is the one thing I’ve never planned for. I’ll probably be held prisoner or sold to another alpha, which wouldn’t be so bad. But what if their intention is to hurt me or worse? Maybe it’s someone trying to get revenge on the facility- I need to stop. Spiraling like this won’t help. Right now, all I can do is hide and keep myself safe.

Then, the door of the dressing room opens and my breath hitches, they won’t see me. They won’t see me. They can’t see me. I hold my breath and close my eyes hoping they just skim over the room and do not notice me.

They stomp through the room and just when I think they’re gone I hear, “Riot, I’ve got another one.” It’s the gravelly voice from the hall. I cover my ears and shake my head as I feel it becoming harder to breathe. I force my eyes closed, he can’t be talking about me, he’s talking about someone else. I feel myself start to cry; this wasn’t how today was supposed to go.

Then I realize I can smell him giving off a calming scent, he’s definitely an alpha all right. His scent smells like smoke and caramel. I’m not used to being able to smell an alpha, all the trainers and guards here wear scent patches. And, somehow, I can feel myself actually start to breathe deeper again, his scent is actually calming me down, though I hate to admit it. I didn’t know an alphas scent could have such a strong effect on my omega.

I uncover my ears and finally open my eyes, crouching in front of me is a blonde haired, sweaty alpha wearing some sort of hero costume, he must be a pro hero. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would they attack the facility? They’re supposed to stop crime- Oh! He’s probably here to help with the attack that happened. Of course. That makes sense. I start to take deep breaths and look up at him. He’s just staring at me, I can smell worry on him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He says, in a voice far softer than the growl he had earlier, he stands up. I keep looking at him, somewhat skeptical given the current situation. Is he a pro or a villain or maybe someone disguised as a pro? Even though I’m not fully convinced, he is the alpha here and I must listen to him.

He puts his hand out to try and help me up and, against my better judgment, I take it. As I stand and see his eyes widen and a faint blush covers his cheeks. I look down, suddenly remembering the outfit I’m wearing and feeling self-conscious and exposed. He pulls off the black jacket with an orange X down the center of it and holds it out for me.

I look up at him, confused. “For you to… um, cover up a bit?” I stare at him and then at the jacket that reeks of him. It’s covered in soot and sweat but at the same time it looks comfortable? I’m not liking the way the omega side of me is reacting to him. I can’t accept this. More importantly, why has he offered it to me? It’s his jacke- my brain short circuits when I finally register that this alpha is now standing before me in a black tank top. A black tank top that hugs his very apparent abs and shows off his extremely muscular and mouth watering build.

“Are you gonna take it or just keep staring?” He questions, catching me stare at him. I take the jacket and pull it over the lingerie. It looks way bigger on me than it did on him. The sleeves are too long on me and it falls down to my mid thighs. So I am pretty much covered.

“I know this is all shocking. You probably have a lot of questions, but right now I need to get you out of here.” I look into his red eyes as he talks to me, taking in the alpha before me. He’s unlike any alpha I’ve ever seen or interacted with. He’s far bigger than any alpha I’ve ever seen. All the alpha trainers and guards here pale in comparison to the sheer domination his alpha seems to command.

He opens the door and I hear the ground crunch as his black boots step into the hall. I move to the doorway and see the floor is covered in broken glass and some pieces of the wall that have been broken, forming a huge hole in the side of the facility. Debris and rocks cake the floor before me and I look up at the alpha who sighs and looks back at me, clearly frustrated that I haven't followed him.

Before he can say anything, I motion to my bare feet, his eyes widen and he nods slightly in understanding. “Shit, right, I’m going to have to carry you out of here, is that okay?” He asks, looking at me, clearly trying to read whether I’ll have another panic attack over this or not. I nod.

He swoops me up into his arms, bridal style may I add, and pulls me close to his chest as he carries me. I find my anxiety decreasing and for the first time since the alarm went off I actually feel safe. Maybe it’s the alphas relaxing scent, maybe it’s the way he stood by me as I cried and soothed me with his scent, not touching me or pushing me, the way he asked for permission to touch me, as if he actually cares about what an omega wants. This is not how I thought alphas acted. Not at all. But something about this seems to soothe my inner omega as he walks out of the rubble and through the broken hole in the wall and to a parking lot full of omegas, ambulances, police, and other people I’m assuming are pro heroes.

I don’t see any of the trainers or guards. He sets me down on the pavement, and goes back inside the building, as he leaves, so does that feeling of calmness and safety. I am now hyperaware of the fact that I am surrounded by police officers yelling and pointing, omegas crying and seemingly happy, sirens blaring. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can feel myself begin to breathe faster, heart rate increasing, the fear inside me growing.

An officer rushes me into an ambulance and tells me I’m safe now. That they can’t hurt me anymore. But that doesn’t give me any relief. Safe from what? I was safe! They are the ones taking me away from the facility, from my life, and not giving me any answers!

Is taking me away and leaving me in the dark their version of ‘saving’ me! Before I realize it’s happening, I begin to scream and fight the officer in the ambulance, trying to reach the handle and get out of here. The cop says something, screams something, he’s trying to calm me down, I cry and I feel him grab my arm tightly and try and force me back into submission, but I kick and scream and I bite him. I bit him. Another person grabs me from behind and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes black.

Here's the AO3 link for the full fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611197/chapters/122617891

#ao3 #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x izuku #bakudeku #bakugo x kirishima #kiribaku #izuku x shoto #polyamory #smut #mha #a/b/o verse #alpha bakugou #omega izuku #alpha kirishima #beta todoroki #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort #gay men

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Baby Bakugou's first heat

Bakugou has his first heat. He didn't even know he was an omega. Thankfully Aizawa and Hizashi are there with slick absorbent undies, soft blankets, and medicine to make him feel better.

AKA: Bakugou has to have his temp taken rectally and has to have suppositories. No Scat, No sex.

“Hey bud, I need to get your temp. Just roll on your side and lift your leg. I know, I know you wanna sleep. You can go right back to it once I get this over with. Make sure not to push it out.” Hizashi whispered as he finished wiping the thermometer down with sterilizing pads. He rubbed gently at the boy's left leg as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Bakugou frowned and rolled onto his right side and pulled his knee. He knew the drill by now. Every two hours for the last ten they had done this. The first seven hours Aizawa, daddy, had done. Now for the night shift Hizashi, papa, was caring for him.

Why was the explosive blonde getting his temperature taken every two hours and calling his teachers these names? Because Katsuki Bakugou was having his first heat. The thought to be beta was having a heat. A bad heat. A heat that made him curl up and scream in pain in the kitchen. Kirishima and Denki had guarded him up away from some… rude alphas in their class. Specifically a certain alpha who popped a knot the second they smelled him.

Mina had gotten Aizawa who had called Recovery Girl and now here they are. Giving him pain killers because he couldn’t even move from the cramps and pain.

Why the names? Because the second Aizawa picked up the omega, Bakugou thought he smelled so safe, so much like a calm place, like peace, that it slipped.

‘ Daddy you smell good’

‘What did you call me?’

‘Daddy… um… I’m sorry you just smell-’

‘It’s okay. You’re in pain and you’re just a boy. It’s okay.’

Now he’s here. Laying in his english teacher’s bed with a slick pad covering his bum wrapped up in a nice soft blanket.

The older man picked up the soft blanket that was covering the boy's bottom and scrunched it up in his hand until he could pull down the multiple layer padded underwear. He prepared himself for the scent. An Omega’s first heat is always… messy. Bakugou had very thin slick that smelled of gas and burnt bread, it made the older man feel like his eyelashes were gonna melt. He guessed that in his adulthood Bakugou would smell similar to a fireplace or fresh baked bread. Something less so… rotten.

Surely enough the scent bombarded the air and a rather nasty squelch noise sounded out. The underwear were quite full of the boy’s slick. Hizashi frowned, a wet one of these can cause a pretty bad rash. He knows from his own experience.

He tried to be as gentle as possible as he lifted his left buttock so he could access the small puffy opening that was overly wet and had a steady stream of slick running out of it. Hizashi’s chest tightened. ‘ First heat… poor thing must’ve been in agony! A nice treat might help.’ He thought before shaking himself out of it.

“We’ll change your undies when I turn in for the night so you can sleep through the night nice and dry. Now, here we go. Breathe, buddy.” Yamada said as he gently slid the small tip of the thermometer in the heating omegas wet hole. He let go of his bottom and let the boy relax as he reached for the pack of wet wipes on the bedside.

“Papa… want something better inside me.” Bakugou whimpered and tried to get the small instrument deeper by flexing the muscles inside his hole. Hizashi smirked. First heats were usually much earlier than nearly seventeen years old as Bakugou. Before boys started doing things . And by the looks of it Bakugou had already started doing ‘ things’ . So the poor thing had even worse urges.

“Buddy I know. I know you do. But you're too sick for us to let you have anything else. We have to get you better and get you all leveled out. Once you’re out of heat we’ll make sure you’re prepared for your next one.” Hizashi explained and gently wiped away the slick from where it was getting slick and sticky on the boy's bottom and small testicles, trying to be as gentle as he could. He was trying his best to be comforting and careful. It had been a while since he dealt with a first heat.

“Okay papa.” Bakugou said in a tense voice. He was panting a bit again. He stopped panting once the other teacher had given him some ‘skin time’, meaning Bakugou had been chest to chest with him for a few hours. Skin contact is important to omegas, alphas in rut as well but Bakugou had calmed.

The thermometer beeped and Hizashi eased it out and looked at it. 100.6. Better. When Recovery Girl first checked him he was 106.8 but Bakugou ran hot. So it was similar to being 103 for someone without an explosive quirk. Still horribly hot though.

Hizashi pulled the underwear back up and folded the blanket back down. He patted Bakugou's hip and stood up, wiping down the thermometer and laying it and the wipes back on the nightstand.

“Do you want anything? A snack or a clean blanket? You need to stay nice and comfy! Staying relaxed and calm will help you keep away that fever and keep your blood pressure down. If you need something make sure to tell me okay?” Hizashi said in a voice usually reserved for when he was alone with Aizawa or talking to the cats, soft and caring. Bakugou let out a whine and moved one hand to rub over his stomach around his belly button.

“My tummy feels bad. Like I need to potty but I can’t. I tried papa.” Bakugou says and groans, sticking out his bottom lip.

“Can I feel it? I’ll be super gentle. Just roll to your back.” Hizashi said. Thought of what it could be flashed through his head. Impacted slick glands, a tear in the inner wall, a slick blockage, heat constipation. The older man hoped it was the last.

Bakugou rolled so he was belly up. Hizashi moved so the blanket was pulled down, revealing the boy’s torso. Hizashi looked first. The skin was stretched tight around his stomach but it wasn’t red or bruised. It didn’t look like it was pushing up around his hips. Not slick gland impaction, not an inner wall tear.

Hizashi then had two possible possibilities. A short rub around the boy’s abdomen would tell him if it was one of those. Hizashi rubbed his hands together to warm them and reached to lay his hands down. He hauled at a jerk of the young body below him.

“Be careful. Hurts. Tender.” The hero in training said quietly and looked up shyly at his teacher. Hizashi gave him a small understanding smile.

“Okay well you're bloated for sure. I’m not sure if we have heat safe medicine to help if it’s just gas. I need to press a little bit okay. It might hurt but I’ll be so fast. It’ll all be okay.” Hizashi offered and kept his hands floating a few inches above the bloated belly.

“You gotta be fast, it hurts when I even try to lay on my tummy.” Bakugou whined and pouted. Hizashi nodded and first just laid his hands down. If it was slick blockage there would be pressure down low and then none. If it was constipation the pressure would go low and there would be pressure all the way down.

He pressed lightly and ran his hands down following the way of the student’s gut. Pressure, pressure, pressure…

“Papa, that hurts.” Bakugou whined and sniffled. Hizashi quietly pulled his hands away. Sure of himself.

“I’m sorry honeydew. I know that must’ve been very uncomfortable.” Hizashi said in an apologetic way. Bakugou pouted and stared at the man with a guilt-causing face.

“Sweetie, when was the last time you went potty?” Hizashi asked as he pulled the blanket up to the boy’s chest.

“Papa…” Bakugou whined and blushed, turning his head to the side in embarrassment.

“It’s okay just tell me. No need to be embarrassed. We can make your tummy stop hurting. ” Hizashi said nicely and moved to hold the younger boy’s hand, squeezing softly. Bakugou sighed and hunched his shoulders.

“I dunno… last week? Thursday?” Bakugou said and kept his eyes trained down away from the man.

“Oh buddy… that’s not gonna help your fever. I'm gonna go see if I need to run to the 24/7. You just lay back on your back for now. Poor little thing.” Hizashi said. He wasn’t panicking. He was just worried because Bakugou said Thursday. It’s Wednesday night. Nearly a week without having a bowel movement and packing in food on his preheat binge. Poor thing must feel so heavy, so weighed down.

“Bakugou, I’m going to explain something and then we’re either going to do it here or you will go to the doctor in the morning. Do you understand?” Aizawa said as he walked in the room behind the blonde man. He said it in his day to day solid no argument voice. It was a serious conversation. Bakugou didn’t like it. A few hours ago the man had been so sweet and soft and gentle with him, only speaking in a quiet rumbling tone that made the omega feel relaxed. Now… is daddy mad? Did he do something wrong? With tears in his eyes the boy

“Daddy? Is it gonna hurt more? I don’t wanna hurt anymore, I wanna be okay. I didn’t mean to not go, I’m sorry.” Bakugou was already crying. Sobbing out the last few words. Aizawa shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the boy up so he could wrap his arms under the boy’s and hold him close. Aizawa cradled the back of the boy’s head against his chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just worried. I’m sorry I spoke in that tone. You’re not feeling good and I should know not to be so gruff. I’m sorry but we need to talk serious okay?” Shouta explained in the once again gentle rumbling tone. Bakugou listened and sniffled. He sat up on his own and nodded.

“Okay. I just don’t want it to be- to hurt, daddy.” Bakugou sniffled as he wiped his eyes and nose. Aizawa shushed him and rubbed Katsuki’s knee through the blanket as Hizashi quickly opened the bedside and grabbed a few tissues to clean up the omega’s face. Aizawa took a big breath as the hero in training copied him. They let it out and Aizawa explained.

“It won’t hurt if you hold still and breathe. We’ve got to get you to go potty. You should have had a heat purge the day before your heat started but since it’s your first and you're a late bloomer, it didn’t happen. Now we can either try suppositories which go in your bottom and melt and help you relax.” Aizawa said trying to make the medications sound not terrible or scary.

“Bleh.” Bakugou said and pulled a grossed out face.

“Or we can give you an enema which is where we use a small tube and let water and laxatives loosen everything up and then you expel it, you let it all out.” Aizawa explained trying again to make the process seem as minimal as possible. However when he finished, the boy’s face went pale and he shook his head.

“I don’t want that.” He said quickly and put his hands down to back away from the dark haired man.

“You need to pick one okay. Papa’s got the suppositories if you want to see. I’ll give you two. You can just see them, look at them then decide.” Aizawa said reassuringly. Bakugou swallowed and looked at the blonde man who was standing with his hip resting against the attached bathroom door frame.

Bakugou nodded and Hizashi made quick word of getting the medication out from the kit under the sink. He handed them to his husband and rolled his chair to be beside the bed. Aizawa pulled back one of the foil covers and picked up the small jelly-like bullet.

“See they aren’t big, buddy. They’re just little things. You’re slicking really well too so you’ll barely feel it.” Hizashi says. He hopes that the boy picks the suppositories, they’re much less messy and much less stressful.

“We do have to push them in though. You can hold onto papa and I’ll be quick. You just need to breathe and relax and it’ll be all over. Do you want those or the other option?” Aizawa asked and Bakugou made an unsatisfied face. He looked down at himself and chewed his bottom lip for a few moments.

“Um… can Papa push them in?” The boy questioned in a timid voice and kept his eyes down.

“Well I suppose I can. Can I know why?” Aizawa said and looked at Hizashi who shrugged and nodded.

“Daddy gots bigger fingers.” Bakugou said and ran his fingertip down the top of one of Aizawa's. Hizashi covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his laugh. Aizawa smiled and nodded.

“Okay well let me go grab a pair of gloves and wash my hands.” Hizashi said and went to the bathroom.

“Just like with the thermometer. Good job, you’re doing so well. What a smart smart boy. I’ll hold your knee so you can relax. Once papa puts them in you have to hold them in for about fifteen minutes. After that I’ll go sit with you on the potty.” Aizawa said as he positioned Katsuki to lay on his side with one leg straight and one leg pulled up. Aizawa was sitting on the bed. He used one hand to hold the back of the boy’s knee as he vocalized praises while Hizashi got prepared.

The blonde man opened two foil packets and laid the medication on top of the sterile folded back foil. He slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves on his freshly scrubbed hands.

“Okay daddy.” Bakugou said and let the older man take the weight of his leg, he let the muscles relax and go slack.

Hizashi pulled down the absorbent underwear and shoved a small towel under his bum and lifted one buttock to expose his hole. He used his other hand to run one finger to tough the puffy pink skin lightly.

“Okay relax, relax bub, you feel my finger?” He asked and used the boy’s slick to get his finger coated and slippery. Bakugou sighed. The finger touching and rubbing at and around his hole felt so so good. Overwhelmingly good.

“Yeah” Bakugou sighed out and Aizawa moved some hair out of the boy's face.

“Good. Here’s the medicine. You feel it?” Hizashi asked once again as he took one of the suppositories and touched the pointed end against the center of his hole.

“It’s little.” Bakugou said. He sounded almost disappointed. Aizawa looked down and saw a pout. Another reason late bloomer’s heats. They already know what it feels like to be full and satisfied. So during heat when the need, the urge, intensified twenty fold… they’re impossible to satisfy when unprepared.

“Yep it’s little. Now I’m going to push it in. Ready?” Hizashi said and smiled. It was cute, he couldn’t deny it. He pushed it lightly against the hot entrance, melting it slightly but the boy tensed up.

“I’m nervous.” Bakugou said and stiffened up all the way and scrunched his eyes up.

“It’s okay, just hold daddy’s hand.” Aizawa said in the third person and took one fist into his own much larger hands and rubbed his thumb up and down the small blonde’s knuckles.

The youngest breathed in and out and forced his muscles to relax on his backside. His fist was still tight in Aizawa’s hand but his hole was soft.

“Okay okay I’m ready just do it!” Bakugou said in a rush and took practiced breaths in and out. Preparing himself for pain but when there was none but rather just an easing sensation around his hole he waited… and waited. Then Hizashi was speaking again.

“Good job, one more. Here it comes.” The man said and without stopping for Bakugou to question and slid the second one in. He pushed his finger in as deep as last time, all the way until his knuckles hit the soft skin of his bottom. When he pulled his finger out the boy sighed and relaxed as Hizashi let out of his buttock.

“Good boy… Just lay here for a while. I’ll help you to the potty when time’s up. Okay?” Aizawa explained.

Daddy and papa take such good care of me…

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #alpha/beta/omega au #omegaverse fic #bakugou smut #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #shoto aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #erasermic #eraserhead #present mic

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theloveinc · 1 year

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from worst to best on the scale of how bad each boy’s apartment is when you come back home after fighting for a week:

Deku - uhhhh dirty and messy because he completely falls apart. doesn’t do a single piece of laundry the entire time and lives purely off what he already has in the fridge and cabinet, even if that means he’s picking at the same leftovers for a week. the kitchen is the worst of it, he doesn’t touch the dishes either... and his bathroom has started smelling a bit like mold

Kirishima - moldy fruit in the fruit bowl and moldy vegetables in the fridge. has gotten takeout every single day but hasn’t taken the trash out once. the whole bedroom floor is laundry and the bathroom is just a mess of open products and drawers. has no toilet paper or paper towel or anything. he’s literally been sleeping under just a sheet

Bakugo - pretty clean except his fridge is essentially empty except for condiments and a spill. he’s also been wearing the same pajamas for five days straight and lowkey? highkey stinks. ghost town in there

Todoroki - nothing too significant has changed except for some reason his sheets smell like he hasn’t gotten out of them for a week. his body wash and toothpaste are also like... entirely empty and his shampoo is mixed with water.

#deku #todoroki #kirishima #bakugo #gen #lmaooooo every time i see that one guy on tik tok who's kitchen is a biohazard #i think abt deku when ur mad at him #doesn't clean a dam thing eats literal mold on his old food bc he's so distressed #anyway this was funny #to do i mean #im trying to write kiri rn but i have an assignment due at midnight so sighhh #i wanted to ask for a beta for it too bc its a lot of dialogue and im nervous #but thats such a bad idea bc it doesnt matter #anyway #wyd when u come home to this #like not even mad anymore lmaooo #sorry jaldjfakjdf #im also writing a bakugo drabble thats like this but.. kinda the opposite #caitie post

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girlwithalotoffeelings · 1 year

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A/B/O Bakugou trying to court you brain rot...

You both met each other at the hero gala where the sturdy hero red riot had introduced you to the moody alpha. You had met kirishima while on a joint mission.

Both of you and gotten talking and didn't separate the entire night, too engrossed in each other to be bothered.

Katsuki had never been one to get caught up in the scents of omegas but yours... was like heaven to him. You smelt of salted caramel, elder flower and a blazing camp fire. A wonderful match to your quirk "Solar". You were able to harness the energy of the sun and expell it from your hands.

You were also pleasantly surprised at the addictive aroma that flooded from him. Burnt marshmallows, amber and the sting of peppercorn.

Each of you was eager to see each other again, which was sooner than you both expected...

You weren't expecting anything out of the ordinary when you arrived back at your pro hero agency from patrol. You sat behind your desk, ready to get to the paperwork you had put off yesterday when you heard a resounding knock at the door.

"Come in." You called out, sighing as you dropped the files on the other side of your desk, losing your nerve. You were surprised to see the number 2 hero walk into your office with a gift bag in tow, closing the door behind him.

"Oh Dynamite! Did we have a meeting scheduled? I wasn't expecting you." You was vigorously flipping through your calender and planner trying to find this on the books.

"No, we didn't I uhh can leave if you're too busy right now." He made to walk backwards and out but you stopped him with and extended arm.

"No, it's ok," you smiled warmly. "What's up?" You gestured over to the couches in the corner. You both took a seat on the three seater one couch cushion apart.

"I um, just wanted to... say hi?" It sounded like a question that made you quirk your eyebrow up.

"You came all the way here just to say hi?" You laughed lightly under your breath which helped Bakugou relax a little.

Unbeknownst to you, he hasn't stopped thinking about you since the gala. He craved to smell your scent again. He did hours of research on you, found out what all your favourites where and even how to make your favourite meal just the way you like it. He passed it off as just being curious about you, but realised it was way more than that as he caught himself replaying the same 10 seconds of one of your press interviews just to hear you laugh.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him at first, but after explaining what he was feeling to Kirishima and Kaminari, he was met with huge laughter. After he threatened their lives, they explained to him that he might have a teeny tiny bit of a crush on you.

As he thought about it more it made sense. He wanted to court you, to make you his and to be yours. That's when he decided he would ask to court you, now he just had to figure out what to do to convince you he'd be a good match for you. He was greatly aware he didn't have the best track record in approachablity, and that if you had deep dived him like he did you... you'd most likely never want a relationship with him.

He'd settled on the idea of giving you a blanket for your nest that he had scented, but not just any old store bought blanket, no. He took up knitting to make it as personalized as possible. He even spent a month on it just to make sure it was perfect for you. Once he deemed his little project worthy, he folded it up all nice and put it into a gift bag he had bought.

His palms were sweaty walking into your agency he almost didn't knock and just turned around. When you told him to come in he decoded there was no turning back now. After he'd spent over 6 months pining for you.

"No, no i didn't." He sighed wiping his palms on his pants. He set the bag on the couch in-between you two and gestured for you to open it. You were surprised to pull out a beautifully and what looks like handmade knitted blanket. You stared at the soft fuzzy material in shock when he started speaking again.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since the gala," his voice was just above a whisper. "Look I know that I can be... less than polite, and that I'm not all sweet and mushy when it comes down to feelings and stuff. Its not a secret that the media really doesnt like to paint me in a good light either." He wasn't looking at you but looking down to his palms instead. You could tell that every word he was saying was sincere. You stared at him, lips slightly parted listening to his declaration. "But i still want the chance to show you I can be a good alpha to you... that I can make you happy." This side of him was so different to the Bakugou that was in the public eye. His usually self-assured, confident and rude demeanor now replaced with uncertainty, vulnerability and a sincerity that mesmerized you to your core. "I made it for you to y'know... put in your nest." You held the softness of the woven wool tightly to your chest.

"Katsuki, I dont care about your public image." He looked up at you and you could see the tint on his cheeks. You put the blanket down and reached forward to pull him into a hug, being engulfed in his scent. He was stiff at first but soon melted into it, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and tucking his head into the crook of your neck to take a long inhale of you. "Thank you for the blanket, I love it," You said as you pulled back a little from the hug, your bodies still pressed against each other as you brought the plush to your nose and took a deep inhale and sighing in contempt "Smells like you." You put it down and smile up at him as he blushes.

A loud beeping brings you both out of the moment. "Shit, I have a meeting in five minutes." You get up and go over to your desk to turn off the alarm.

"Stupid meeting." He mumbles under his breath.

God my heart is aching for him so bad ily bakubabe<333

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