Dark times texts
I absolutely adore “When its 2 at the morning” by @goatsenpaiultimate so here we go with some inspiration 👀
Warning! OOC? I mean Bakugo of. And English is not my native so dont be shy to show me my mistakes!
Katsuki X Reader
Kirishima (X) Reader
- (X) - can be both platonic or bro relationship
soo I’ve already did one here so you can read that if you want 😗 also this hc is going to be more random ig & thank you :)
* y’all roast each other all the time
* Like y’all stay going on each other
* Y’all don’t take it to deep tho so it what ever
* I think I’ve said this before idk but this mf steals your bonnets bc why not lol
* But he buys you hella bonnets , he be getting the bougie ones 😌
* If you get your hair done at a salon he’ll be there with you however many hours and he’ll make sure nobody fuck up
* he’ll leave time to time to get yall snacks tho
* If you do it by yourself he wanna help
* Idc idc this boy is good at doing hair
* All that time with best jeanist wasn’t for nothing 😗
* His parents love you
* especially his mom
* I hc that Mitsuki is from the hood idc idc
* So if your from the hood y’all relate on that
* And even if your not she still loves you
* After she meets for the first time she’s out here calling you her daughter-in-law
* You and Masaru cool too
* when bakugo and his mom are yelling at each other y’all just in the back chilling talking to each other
* If y’all ever have daughter he wants to be the one doing her hair 24/7
* And if y’all have a daughter she’s most def a daddy’s girl
* It’s ok when you have a son he’ll be a mommas boy
* If you think bakugo gets fucking mad when someone says the racist shit to his s/o
* Imagine is mad he’ll get when it comes to his kids
* Wooo child Rip to the racist clown
* Don’t say shit about katsuki family unless you gotta Deathwish
* Bro the song “raw shit” by da baby would be his shit ik it
* When where out the house one time he put on your hoops to see how it was and yo he felt like a bad mf bitch
* Lol and you walked in and caught him you have pics of it and it’s your home screen
* HE MAKES IT HIS MISSION to make sure no one is around when open your phone
* He likes your grandma food bc black grandmothers be making the best food ong
* If you a lip gloss girl he got you he’s always got a lip gloss on deck in his car, his room , his Keychain everywhere
* Wash days are the best with him it’s makes it less stressful and more fun :)
* He takes your insta pics he be getting all the angles
* Speaking of Instagram he has your initial in his bio
* he just posts himself on his post but posts you 24/7 on his insta story
* As a highlight of you
* Pls get him some clothes other than black 😔
* So one day y’all are bored so you teach him how to twerk and child he can shake some ass ok
- lol hope y’all likeeeee :) I love y’all stay safe and wash ya hands 😌
*Kirishima comes out in only an apron*
Bakugo: Who told you to dress like that?
Bakugo: That’s right because if you‘re driving a luxury vehicle you gotta show it off.
I’m just gonna put this here. I don’t have a lot of stories posted but it’s still better to have an organized list, right? :3
Lovelots! Take care!
P.S I do not own BNHA/soul eater or any anime/character I write about. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!
“Katsuki Bakugou - Ground zero”
Explosive warmth part one - nsfw
Explosive warmth part two - nsfw
“Shota Aizawa - Eraserhead”
Strangers - nsfw
Soul eater Fanfiction
Madman - nsfw
a/n: this is for @heroheads 500 followers event! congrats, rachel!! i did bakugou, just because i was feeling very soft for him tonight. it might not be as good as the other submissions, but i hope you enjoy!! have a good one, babie!
⤷ summary: in which, bakugou takes you on a hike to see a breathtaking sight.
⤷ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
⤷ warnings: none, just fluff.
⤷ word count: 900+
“Are we there yet?”
“No. Shut it, pipsqueak.”
Katsuki Bakuguo and Todoroki Shouto, unhealthy relationship
Liquid Hydrogen - user will sweat liquid hydrogen, an extremely volatile and explosive state of hydrogen. User needs to be constantly cooled or else they will cause explosions.
Katsuki Bakuguo and Todoroki Shouto, healthy relationship
Liquid Nitrogen - user will sweat liquid nitrogen. This is dangerous to anyone not the user as liquid nitrogen exists at a freezimg point near -200 C/-320 F.
Fun fact, a liquid hydrogen/oxygen fuel was used by NASA to propel spaceships into the atmosphere. Unfortunately they learned the dangers of spontaneous combustion when the Challenger spacecraft exploded in 1986.
Chapter 13 - The U.A. Sports Festival
The media was as good as expected. The U.A. students weren’t able to leave properly as journalists swarmed around, trying to get any of them to interview but the police force interrupted and made sure they got out of their sight.
Y/N went back home almost with a heavy heart - not only because of the recent hectic event but also because of a realization - she had a crush on Bakugou. Her parents arrived home earlier that day after hearing the news and surprisingly, she got a call from her brother as well. He was mostly occupied and had a busy schedule.
The news displayed a picture of her along with her friends. “Oh my god, we didn’t expect you to be on the news so fast. I’m already getting calls from relatives and colleagues!” Her mother exclaimed as they watched the television during dinner time. Y/N gave them a half-hearted smile and went to bed quickly that day.
She knew what the cost of liking Bakugou is going to be like. He, for one, will avoid her at all cost and even the little amount of friendship they had will go down the drain. Being the loud-mouthed person he is, he’s probably gonna blurt it out while insulting her and every single person will know about it.
But that was gonna happen only if he came to know about it.
The next day Y/N skipped her practice and went to school directly. The classroom was noisier than usual…or maybe Y/N was just quieter than usual.
“Hey Y/N,” Midoriya called her from behind, “You are…okay right?”
She sighed and turned around, “Oh yeah, I’m great. I’m just kind of…moody today.”
“Honestly, I was surprised that the media didn’t immediately talk about you, knowing your family background.” He said.
“Very few people know about me studying in here and those who wanted to release it as a hot topic were taken care of by the PR Team.” she said, as she was closely observed by Kyoka. Y/N looked at her while she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“You guys!” Toru exclaimed, “Did you watch the news last night? It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time. Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background.”
“Probably not.” Shoji said. He didn’t want to be mean but sometimes he can be really dense. Ojiro tried to fix his friend’s mistake and said, “It was difficult to stand out when you’re just gloves.”
Kaminari leaned back and added, “We’re totally big deals. Those news channels love us, we are basically celebrities.”
Kyoka on the other hand, rolled her eyes and said, “Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps up pros was attacked and that’s what they cared about.”
“Who knows what would’ve happened to us if the teachers hadn’t shown up.” Sero said.
Mineta immediately panicked and shouted, “Why did you say that?! I’m gonna pee myself just by thinking about it!”
“OH SHUT UP! GROW A PAIR LOSER!!!” Bakugou yelled. His eyes fixed on Y/N a moment later. He wasn’t sure about it but it felt like Y/N was…avoiding looking at him. He obviously noticed it when she kept looking at him for the past few days, so it wasn’t a surprise how he noticed this too.
“Well why do I even care.” Bakugou thought and looked forward, grumpily.
Aizawa entered the class some time later making the whole class gasp, “Mr. Aizawa what are you doing here?!”
Iida stood up and said, “Mr. Aizawa I’m glad you’re okay!”
“My well being is irrelevant. What’s more important is that your fight isn’t over yet. The U.A. sports festival is about to start.” Mr. Aizawa said and then proceeded to talk about it.
The U.A. Sports Festival is the most watched sporting event. Students from each grade and every course compete among each other in their respective age groups. The event begins with preliminary elimination rounds, those who pass moving up to compete in the main event. Each stage has a teacher as a chief referee, with the usually overseeing the senior stage.
Once the event concludes, Pro Heroes from any agency can nominate the students that earned their attention, as an expression of interest in their future potential. However, these nominations can be dropped by the time the student reaches graduation, should the Hero lose interest in them.
As the classes came to an end and they were getting ready to leave, something unexpected happened.
Outside Class 1-A, students from other classes were blocking the way of exit.
“Um..why the heck are you all here?” Ochaco finally broke the silence.
“Do you students have some sort of business with our class?” Iida asked.
“Why are you blocking our doorway? I won’t let you hold us hostage!” Mineta said.
While some students were confused and a bit scared, Bakugou was, as usual, a smartass about it. “They’re scouting out the competition idiots. We’re the class that survived a real villain attack. They wanted to see with their own eyes.” He walked towards the exit in front of the students and said, “Atleast now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras.”
The class started panicking hearing him as Iida yelled, “You can’t just call people extras just because you don’t know who they are.”
Y/N on the other hand, just started accepting the fact that she had a crush on Bakugou, and was finally able to look at him - not directly at his eyes though. She hated to admit it but even his stupid arrogance was getting a bit likable to her. “Atleast he’s honest and not pretentious about the competition.” She thought.
“I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional or just you?” A guy in purple hair walked through the crowd and came in front of Bakugou. And going by the ‘grunt’ that Bakugou released immediately, he was definitely pissed.
“It’s sad to come here and find a bunch of ego maniacs. I wanted to be in a hero course, but like many others here I was forced to choose a different track,” the guy paused for a moment and then continued, “such as life. I didn’t cut it the first time, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival then teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they’ve to transfer people out to make room. Scouting the competition? Maybe some of my peers are but I’m here to let you know that if you don’t bring your very best, I’ll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war.”
“Well thanks for the motivation I guess.” Y/N scoffed.
“Shut up!” A guy from the back started yelling and then called out Bakugou, “Hey you! I am from Class 1-B next door to you! We heard that you fought some villains and I came to see if that was true! But you’re just a bunch of brats who thinks that they’re better than us!” Bakugou ignored him and started walking out. Clearly, it felt like everyone hated Class 1-A.
“Dude where are you going?! You gotta say something! It’s your fault that they’re hating on us Bakugou!” Kirishima tried to stop him.
“These people don’t matter. The only thing that matters is that I beat them.” Bakugou replied and exited from the chaos.
While everyone was talking about how he was right and manly, Y/N’s ears slowly turned red hearing him. It felt like she was blushing way often now that she knew about her feelings. “Ugh why is he suddenly so…”
After a while everyone started leaving. Y/N thought it would be best if she left after a while. She won’t be able to handle talking to Bakugou all of a sudden without her face changing colours.
On her way to home though, she saw the purple haired guy near the gates of school. She wasn’t a person who liked to talk much and especially to unknown guys who declared war, but at this moment, she felt like she should - ofcourse she had a selfish reason behind it. She didn’t want everyone to hate their class, and if talking to him made any difference, she was ready to do it. “Um, hey.”
He turned back, facing her and replied, “Yes?”
“My name is Y/N, from..Class 1-A?” She cautiously started talking.
Alarmed, he furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “What do you need?”
“N-nothing..just. Please don’t judge every one of us because of one person who was being arrogant. Um..to be fair, atleast he wasn’t being fake?”
“Feels like you are though.”
It irked Y/N a bit but she decided to talk things through calmly instead, “No, just…it felt like you were accusing us for being in the hero course because you weren’t.”
Okay, that wasn’t a good way to calm things down.
“Uh I mean-”
“Many of us are in another course because you guys. It’s not just me.” He turned to walk away.
“I-I know. But to be honest we worked hard. So atleast in my case, I am not sorry about it. Wait! is that itachi on your homescree…uh what’s your name again?”
“…..I am not telling you my name.”
“Okay…it’s alright. I wish you the very best! Work hard…I guess? And…try not to hate us. Atleast, after the hero course we can hang out maybe? I see you like anime! We..we can bond over that!” Y/N said and then muttered the next words, “No one wants to watch anime with me. Apparently, it’s childish.”
“……are you asking me out or something.”
Y/N’s face flushed in embarrassment as she shook her head and said, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean it as a date! A-as friends! Just friends!”
“…..leave me alone.”
“Oh okay. Uh, bye! Best of luck!” She said and left, trying her best not to feel awkward.
The purple haired guy watched her walk away. An emotion surfaced that he didn’t feel for a long time. Maybe because he was also an arrogant person and he wasn’t aware about it until Y/N unknowingly made him realize it .
The embarrassment he felt wasn’t the one that was demeaning his quirk in any way. Now that was a first for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something else to be embarrassed about other than his quirk.
“Guess I got a bit too cocky huh.”
So, this promo came out a while ago, and I liked the outfit I was wearing, all a bad guy.
So I’m playing kiss marry kill; Anime version on this app. It has a skip button but I’ve decided to only use it if a character comes up that I don’t know. So I’ve had to make some pretty tough decisions. However I’ve reached one that I can’t choose 😭
L i k e AKSKSK howwww???? Why???? This is the hardest one I’ve faced, even harder then when my ex best friend told me Canada, Kiba and Death the kidd.
A/N: randomly typed this up on my phone while I was trying to rest. Kinda inspired by “Tension” by Avenged Sevenfold but not totally and not part of the event. <3
“What’s the matter with you?” Bakugou asked as he stepped into your room to find you staring at the wall blankly, brow arched as he shed his hoodie after getting home from patrol.
“Nothing.” You mumbled in response but the bitter edge in your voice made him scoff and position himself along the edge of the bed and you quickly brought your shin up to push him away.
“Bullshit.” The blonde spat, wrapping one hand around the offending leg while leaning over to slide the other behind your neck and easily pulling you into a sitting position.
You placed a hand flat against his chest to try and get him to back off again, but it quickly curled into the thin material of his tshirt as you sucked a sharp hiss through gritted teeth. He had dug the pad of his thumb into the spot just below the base of your skull. Instantly making you hang your head.
“You have a tension headache.” Bakugou stated evenly, continuing to rub rough circles against the knot below his thumb.
“You’re a tension headache.” You muttered under your breath before another hiss escaped.
“And you’re a fuckin’ pain in my ass.” The blonde shot back gruffly.
“Only on Thursdays.” You replied, your tone failing to be as sassy as usual as you brought your gaze back up to his finally, only to find him smirking.
“Now roll over.”
“I am not a dog, Katsuki.” You growled, eyes narrowing st him as he shook his head.
“Have it your way, brat.” He returned, making quick work of flipping you over onto your stomach before straddling your hips and planting his ass atop yours to keep you pinned.
“What’re you doing, ‘Suki?” You demanded as he swept your hair out of his way and his warm, large hands settled on your shoulders.
“If ya had a tension headache, you’re hidin’ more back here.” He answered sharply, shaking his head once more with a scoff as he started to knead the stiff muscles earning a loud whimper. “It wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt if you didn’t let it build up like this. You’re stubborn, ya know that?”
You remained silent other than the little whines and hisses being muffled by the pillows as the blonde continued to manipulate your flesh skillfully. The occasional tiny crackle of him setting off tiny blasts when he would reach a particularly large knot. You sighed deeply after the last bit of tension had been released and the blonde began softly running his hands up your back.
“Thanks 'Suki.” You mumbled softly, glancing over shoulder to give him a warm but tired smile.
“You’re welcome, Princess.” Bakugou said with a soft smile that slipped into a stern look in seconds. “But ya need to learn to ask for shit before it gets that bad, got it?”
He knows that never in a million years will Bakugou “avoid combat“ and/or “avoid acting independently“. That’s the literal polar opposite of Bakugou’s personality.
=meanwhile, Bakugou attempts to run off on his own to fight, while Todoroki hurries behind, dragging a random class 1-B student and trying to protect Bakugou from doing something stupid and getting himself killed or kidnapped=
a/n: @aurorahoneybuns babie. thank you for your request! i’m so sorry it took so m-fing long. i did this at like 5 in the morning, so i apologize in advance if it’s bad.
disclaimer: i designed the reader’s character to be similar to guinevere beck’s from the show called YOU. before the bakugou, the reader has experienced toxic relationships with other boys. there are some quotes & elements that are taken from the show, so i just wanted to put that out there before anyone reads. thank you!
⤷ summary: you believe that you’re not worthy of feeling love, but bakugou’s love for you won’t waver, no matter what pain you put him through.
⤷ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
⤷ warnings: angst, swearing,
plot holes, & soft fluff
⤷ word count: 2.3k +
they say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die, but from your experience, only time seems to slow down. some people say that all you can think of is everything you’re leaving behind: your family, lover, job, your life. but in your case, you can’t think of anything at all. you can’t think of your family nor can you recall a single milestone of your life.
the whole world has fallen silent for a moment. all you can do is watch the falling debris plummet toward your small form. the muffled sound of your racing heart is what fills your ears, and your body feels on fire. your eyes are wide with alarm and panic. you can feel a course of adrenaline rushing through your veins yet, you’re frozen in place.
“look out!” a distant voice yells and suddenly, you’re on the other side of the street, your back against the cracked cement. your body feels like it’s being pushed down by another and it makes your head throb. through your blurry vision you can make out the silhouette of a man above you and you groan, [e/c] eyes falling shut.
“watch your fucking surroundings next time, shitty woman!” an angered voice yells, somehow sounding familiar. where have you heard that voice before?
“what,” you mumble, your eyes opening groggily. you can see two piercing orbs staring at you and you blink. “what was that?”
“what the–” the man above you mumbles, his voice racked with tremors. “it’s…you.”
this statement catches your attention, your blurry vision clearing. you gaze up into his crimson-colored irises and your breath hitches, hundreds of thousands of memories hitting you like a tidal wave. his appearance is much too familiar to you and you scream inwardly.
he’s still the same bakugou, except he’s more built, tall, and tan than you last saw him. his ash blonde hair is sprinkled with debris and styled in its usual spiky fashion. you can barely breathe as you stare because one, he’s still handsome as hell, and two, he’s your ex.
“katsuki,” you breathe and his heart skips a beat. he’d almost forgotten what it was like when you said his name. it’s sweet like honey and rolls off your tongue easily–smoothly. it captivates him.
“ground zero,” cellophane’s voice booms in his ear and he grunts, getting off you and helping you to your feet. “stop flirting with civilians and get over here. we need you.”
“I WASN’T FLIRTING, TAPE ARMS. SHUT THE HELL UP!” he roars, turning in the direction of his teammate. explosions pop from his fists and he irks, cursing under his breath. with reddened cheeks, he turns to you, rubbing the nape of his neck in annoyance.
“tch, are you hu–?” he begins, turning to you, but finds you’re already gone. he’s silent, mixed emotions washing over him as he glares at the ground you stood on only moments ago.
⤷ three years ago, musutafu national park
“come up here katsuki! it’s so cool!” you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air as you sit upon the metallic geometric dome in the park. a content feeling rests on your chest as the night breeze kisses your skin softly, making you shiver in delight.
"it’s only a couple feet off the ground, what’s so cool about it?“ he grunts, stuffing his hands in his sweater. he hates the cold, but he wasn’t just going to allow you to go to the park by your lonesome in the middle of the night.
"how about you get your ass down here and say that to my face, shitty woman?!” he yells, and you wince.
“katsuki! it’s the middle of the night! some people are sleeping!”
“you’re one to talk, dumbass!”
“ahaha. touché. really though,” you pout, “come up here so i can kiss you.”
“hah?!” he exclaims, cheeks flushing vermillion. he watches as you climb down the dome yourself and hides his reddening face behind his hands. “not a chance, weirdo!”
with an ever-growing smile on your face, you walk toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in the roots of his blonde hair.
“i love you, katsuki,” you giggle and he blinks. you’re smiling at him, cheeks tinted red. you say this with such warmth and compassion that he feels his heart leap with joy.
“oh! i just had a great idea!” you exclaim, and katsuki raises a brow in question. “let’s make a promise, katsu!”
“why do you want to make a shitty promise?” he mutters in annoyance and you grin.
“let’s not break each other’s hearts, okay, katsuki?” you smile, your eyes sparkling as you gaze at him. childishly, you hold our your pinky to him with a small grin. “pinky swear!”
“tch. what are we, six?” he scoffs in annoyance but raises his pinky to intertwine with yours anyway. he pauses, studying the way your face lights up at the sight of him, and he exhales softly. “i won’t break your heart, dumbass, y’ hear?”
the childish facade you put up falters, and you smile softly. it’s silent without your constant laughter, katsuki notes, observing you with softened crimson irises. he notices the dazed, distant look you have in your eyes, but he remains silent.
he can only wonder what you’re thinking. perhaps, you doubt his words and are now playing the possible scenarios of him hurting you in your head. maybe you’re suddenly afraid he will take your heart and crush it. do you think he will damage you? god, he hopes not.
he’s suddenly aware of the tenderness in your gaze and the way small tears prick the corner of your eyes as you stare, but doesn’t point it out.
katsuki understood that not all promises were made to last, but he’d be damned if he didn’t keep this one. he cared about you too much that it would be impossible for him not to keep it.
if only he’d known you would be the one to break it.
⤷ six months later; musutafu public beach
“hey, dumbass. why the hell are we here so early?” katsuki calls to your distant figure. you’re before him, walking toes-deep in the cold sand of the beach, shoes in hand. you can hear him, yet you’re not replying, only continuing to walk across the sand.
he frowns at the lack of your reply, jogging to your figure and grabbing your forearm sternly. “[name]? the hell’s wrong with you-”
“this isn’t working out, bakugou-kun,” you cut him off, keeping your steely gaze trained on the sand. he tenses at the way you address him and recoils hesitantly, frowning.
“i’ve been thinking this over and this…this isn’t working out,” you murmur, rubbing your arm uncertainly. “you and i… we’re just so different, y’ know? we both have different values and morals, interests and dislikes. i thought i could make this work out, but we just don’t have anything in common–”
“the fuck are you saying?” he rasps, clenching his empty fists. “are you just– you’re just gonna let our personalities define whether we should be together?! i can think of something we have in common: our love! you’re just gonna stand there and sugarcoat the fact you’re not in love with me anymore?!”
“of course i love you!” you exclaim, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. “but what if that’s the only thing we have in common? i just can’t anymore, okay? i’m sorry. it’s over.”
⤷ present-day, [l/n] household
the effect katsuki has on you has always managed to baffle you. all it took was one word from him–one look– and he was constantly on your mind.
it had been a week since you encountered him, and your thoughts still lingered on the ash-blonde. you hadn’t met or seen him since, but his sudden appearance still had you in shock. he was the only thing on your mind since the incident.
you’re sitting in the dining room, your head in your hands as you think everything over. you left katsuki at your own will– because you were scared of your love for him. you crushed his heart, you couldn’t win him back. you hurt him, lied to him, and now it was all coming back. but he seemed perfectly fine single. he looked happy.
that’s what matters, you think, knawing on your bottom lip. he’s happy.
the abrupt sound of your doorbell causes you to jump out of your seat and dash to the door, in desperate need of a distraction. although, you didn’t recall inviting anyone over. eijiro and mina didn’t mention stopping by either.
without thinking, you slide open the door and immediately regret it. there he stands, wearing a brown leather jacket over a flannel and t-shirt. he looks just as he did a week ago, but only now do you realize how much you’ve missed him.
“[name],” he breathes, voice racked with tremors. he shoves his hands deeper into his leather pockets and exhales.
⤷ “bakugou,” you whisper, knees weakening. you lean against the doorframe, wrapping your baby-blue cardigan around your frame tighter. “what…are you doing here?”
“we need to talk,” he says gruffly, crimson irises hardened and guarded. without another word, he shuffles past you and slips off his shoes casually, walking into your home as if he owns the place.
you purse your lips, silently walking behind him as he strolls into the living room. he plops on the couch nonchalantly and you blink. a moment passes and, reluctantly, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, watching him carefully.
“i’ve been thinking,” he utters after a few moments of silence. “back then, when you dumped me–” you flinch at his statement, your gut twisting uncomfortably as you stare. “your excuse was a load of bullshit. you were obviously lying to yourself, so why?”
“why?” you echo, your nose scrunching in confusion.
“why did you break up with me, idiot?” he snaps, but his voice comes out small. it reminds you of a child who’s full of confusion and sadness, and it makes your stomach twist with remorse.
“and don’t you dare give me the shitty excuse that we were too different, because you and i know that’s a load of bull. we were fucking fine but you decided to break things off for a god-knows-what reason!” he blurts, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. he abruptly stands, lowering his head to hide his upcoming tears of frustration. his clenched fists emit small popping noises, and you wince.
“all that time, i did nothing but take care of you. support you!”
“i know,” you reply softly, tears welling in the corners of your eyes, following his actions.
“fucking love you!” he rasps, voice cracking. there are tears in his beautiful crimson irises too, and you wince.
“i know, katsuki,” you say weakly and he fumes, tears falling freely from his cheeks.
there are too many emotions surging through him–too many to filter and distinguish but katsuki can make out a couple: anger, sadness, and love. anger because why the hell was he still in love with you?! you dumped him, broke your promise. sadness because he’s missed you for so god damn long and wants to do nothing more than tell you how much he loves you.
and love, because what the fuck would he be without your love? your love drives him to become better- to become stronger. your love makes him feel so many ways– some painful and some euphoric. despite the shitty feelings of hurt and anger he feels, he wouldn’t trade the feeling of your love for the world.
but why? why hurt him? why lie to him? he needs answers– he needs your honesty. otherwise, he’s sure he’d go ballistic. so he utters a simple word– one bound to answer his question.
“why?” he whispers, but you don’t reply immediately. tears cascade down your cheeks as you ponder your answer.
“katsuki,” you begin cautiously, a knot forming in your throat once your eyes connect. slowly, your eyes trail down to the wooden floor of your apartment, unable to meet his gaze properly.
“i’ve never…loved anyone the way i love you,” you confess softly, closing your eyes. “and i didn’t know what to do with that because…i didn’t think i could have it. or keep it.” you shrug, a bitter smile resting on your lips.
tears continue to pour down your cheeks slowly and you murmur, “but in reality, i don’t mind you breaking my heart, katsu.”
his hardened gaze softens as he watches you. you’re trembling softly, struggling to keep the sobs in your chest from erupting. his heart clenches at the sight of your tears.
no matter how many times you break him or hurt him, he knows he’ll stand by your side no matter what. even if you push him away again, he’ll find a way back to you. of course, it’ll hurt like hell, but at the end of the day, if he gets to be with you, he knows it’s worth it. he just loves you that much.
“you’re an idiot if you think i’d ever break your heart,” he croaks, his voice scratchy and rough. his reply makes you laugh halfheartedly and shrug again, clear waterfalls streaming down your cheeks.
“tch. c'mere, baka,” he scoffs, opening his arms as an invitation to embrace him. you accept without a second thought, leaping into his arms and embracing the warmth of his figure.
the familiar warm scent of caramel is comforting as it hits your senses. it envelops your figure, filling your heart with a giddy, comforting feeling. you don’t realize how much you’ve needed this until now and you bit your lip to hold back more tears.
after being away from him for so long, denying all of your feelings for so long, you’re bound to cry. feeling katsuki’s strong arms wrap around you comfortingly, with such love and care, is the best thing you’ve felt for a while now. you finally have him with you, by your side once more and you feel safe. he makes you feel safe.
he makes you feel worthy of love.