#bnha wip

[deeversuswords]

a/n: no inspiration? take a shower (joking, or maybe not?). ended up drafting a 3.6k words oneshot that'll probably end up not as one, but two chapters, and I'm so excited about it.

so, here's a small peek at this bakugou katsuki x reader, exes to lovers (there'll be two smut scenes too 👀). hoping my words flow 'cause damn are they letting me down with my wip long fic...

When Katsuki had lost you, he had lost and never felt like he won anymore. When you had walked out through the door, belongings packed, you took a fundamental part of himself with you. Two years later, and his ability to love another was nowhere to be found. He functioned. Crawled through life and achieved. But not once did he stop looking for the traces of you. Still, his efforts were in vain. He never found you again.

The universe refused to answer that one burning wish he had for reasons he no longer understood. Was he bound to feel like this forever? Empty in your absence? Cold when another warmed his bed? Incomplete, despite being almost certain that someone out there had to fit with him? A torment. Every single fucking day. From morning to night, night to morning. Awake or lost in dreams—better yet, nightmares. He dreamed of you so often, his subconscious rubbing the what-ifs in his face. He should’ve kicked his fear of losing you to the curb and showed you off to the whole world instead. Like you deserved. Years and years, he had boasted of being strong, as being the best. Yet when it came to you, he was weak. Weak because life taught him early on how fleeting it could be. One moment here, gone in the next. That thought was rooted in his subconscious, and while it wasn’t an excuse, it made him act out more times than he could count. “I don’t understand. Why can’t we be seen together without all this stupid disguise?” you would ask and his response would always be the same pathetic excuse, “You wanna paint a target on your back that bad?” And you would give him this confused look that never failed to feel like a gut punch before saying, “…I can take care of myself, Kat. You made sure of it. Besides, you’d never let anything happen to me.” "What if I'm not there? What if I am and you end up getting hurt because I didn't see it coming?" would be his argument that rang true to both of you. But it was those what-ifs that bred insecurities, and before he knew it, with tear-stained cheeks and in a small voice, you had said, “I’m just not enough for you, Katsuki. I tried and I failed. I’m tired.” He, too, had tried to stop you, to express his fear. You refused to listen, too fed up with him, too sick of being his “dirty little secret” as you so bluntly put it. His “dirty little secret” you remained for he never talked about you with anyone. Not his parents, not his friends. His heartbreak was his and his only, and Katsuki gladly succumbed to it. He deserved the punishment—to drown in regrets and shame. Katsuki hurt you, his missing half, his person who loved him for him. So, when whatever the hell aligned so that behind the door where his hookup for the night was supposed to be stood you, the last two years flashed before his very eyes. And then, he could swear his whole fucking world exploded in color and light; though, that might’ve just been his heart finally, finally beating in the now.

#dee's wips #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #fanfic wip #reader insert #bnha wip

[j-a-n-e--d-o-e]

BNHA WIP Idea

Idk if I'll ever write this but:

After Almights retirement an online hacktervist group out Endeavor as a child abuser because they believe in transparency and that Japan deserves a true hero as no.1 (in this I'm assuming the Commission were aware and buried reports from neighbours and calls from mandated reporters so there's a partial trail of overlooked concerns +Rei's hospitalisation, ++the lack of hospitalisation for Shoto despite the obvious scar, +++Touya's'death').

Hawks suddenly went from no.3 to no.2 to being the defacto no.1 of Japan and is seriously overwhelmed. If he makes it till the rankings he'll be the youngest ever at 22 but he literally hates everything about the role as he suddenly has to do alot more modelling and interviews on top of an increased patrol schedule thanks to Endeavor facing an enquiry, Almight being 'retired' and a massive increase in general crime. Not to mention the league of Villains (this all happened before he's assigned the infiltration mission and with Endeavors fall from grace causing greater instability the Commission aren't willing to compromise Hawks image in the event that the hackers strike again so he's never ordered to approach Dabi or go undercover).

Despite not wanting to be no.1 Hawks does everything for Japan and it's citizens and recognises that they can't afford him stepping down or trying to make someone else no.1 at this point so does everything to keep it together so that people have someone they can have faith in and depend on.

The group go silent for a time given that The Commission buried everything about Hawks but eventually they hack the commission servers themselves and find out the truth, not just about his heritage but what exactly the commission did to make heroes like him and Lady Nagant. The Hacktervists don't care that his dad is a Villain so long as Hawks shows no signs of following in his footsteps. They do care that the commission bought and abused children using the 'greater good' as an excuse.

They broadcast the whole thing, every dirty detail for the world to see, then dump the files online for everyone to access.

Potential conversation post reveal:

"They abused you!"

"So?!"

"Keigo..."

"Don't! That's not my name! That's not- Why does it even matter?"

"You can't seriously be asking us that?!"

"Well I am. What does it matter how they made me if it means I get to save people?"

Scene where Aizawa makes a comparison in his mind to the scene/dialogue above with AlMights suicidal Ideation and self sacrificial mindset in canon. It's somehow worse because hawks is so young. Questioned if this will be his class once they graduate. Asks himself what kind of world they live in that can justify this.

#wip #bnha wip #bnha hawks #mha wip #mha hawks #hawks #mha keigo takami #keigo takami #mha headcanons #headcanons #my writing #idea #angst #reveal fic

[slexenskee]

BNHA WIP: That Man is Dressed to Kill

He comes to the depressingly casual realization that being a fashionable villain is— by and large— more fun than being politely quirkless. 

“It’s true there are worse ways to misspend a youth than living it in a vampire costume but Dabi-kun, listen to me, you are so cool, and like, everything about your aesthetic just screams unconfrontationally badass, and if you would just work with me a little here you’d be the most iconic villain to ever exist.”

“For the last fucking, time— absolutely not.” Frankly, Izuku is impressed he’s not halfway to cremation right now. Either Dabi likes him more than he ever lets on— which is probably true— or he’s too aware of what a lynchpin Izuku is for the League— also true— to make a move on him. 

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BNHA Villain!Izuku AU where Izuku casually ends up a fashion icon and also in the process matchmakes Hawks and Dabi, both in desperate need of a makeover. 

Title from Sister Sledge’s iconic disco hit “He’s the Greatest Dancer”, this is my WIP love letter to Cintra Wilson and her mastery of the English language. And fashion. What a legend. Full wip here so I don’t clutter people’s dashes too badly

#bnha wip #fic: that man is dressed to kill #dabi/hawks

[ramenaddicted]

I am planning a new fic.

It's an angst fic it's a whallop of angst, cheating, emotionally cheating, and basically people who should be in therapy but who are not so they use their significant other as their emotional battery.

Starring you, Shoto, Momo, and Tenya.

It's still in the WIP stage but I can't wait to actually post the first chapter.

#ramenwrites #yaz talks #bhna angst #bnha writing #bnha wip #shoto angst

[sorrygotthesesacks]

For the WIP thing - sweet?

Since you provided context for the sentence, I shall do the same!

#BNHA WiP #kamijirou #fic asks

[modjisan]

happy birthday shigaraki my beloved!

#WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING #I DID HOT HAVE A GOOD MORNING #i also have so many wips with tomura it’s really overwhelming #oh man #anyway #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #mha shigaraki #tenko shimura #dabi #touya todoroki #twice #toga himiko

[buttonheart]

Babygirl

#my art #dabi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #im in a bit of an artistic grave rn and i think it shows #its been sitting in my wips for a while though so i just wanted to finish #not everything you make will be the love of your life and thats ok!!

[pjs-everyday]

izuku ♡⊹₊ ⋆ izuku??? izukuuu!!!! izuku?! // expression practice, who's next? ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

#lil silly funky funny dude hahaha #a fun warm up and cool down for a day of drawing haha #who do you wanna see next???!! i'll try to switch up the expressions too! :D #mha #mha art #my hero academia #bnha #bnha art #mha fanart #izuku midoriya #deku #pjseveryday #illustration #art #anime art #fanart #sketchbook #wip

[tonerukun]

Archer shinsou.......

#bnha #mha #shinsou hitoshi #toneru draws #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #wip

[doodlejoops]

Manifesting.

#Soon #I feel it #Kacchan #Kacchan fanart #bakugou kastuki #bakugou katsuki fanart #Bnha #Mha #art wip #joops art

[deeversuswords]

Writing a scene where Katsuki is about to blow up the door of a hotel room and all I'm thinking of is "But what about the shockwave? How's that gonna feel for y/n hiding behind him?" I hate my brain sometimes.

Here's a short sneak peek (straight from the unedited draft):

Your hurried steps and his rang through the lobby, stopping only when you entered the elevator. He jabbed the button with the floor number the woman specified and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking past you. Tension tightened his features in the same way it stressed your body. You had no time to think about the current situation, about how screwed you likely were, about whether Bakugou had some spy camera on him recording your wrongdoings. So many questions, but no time to ask and fight him for answers.

You dashed out of the elevator before the doors slid open completely. After locating the sign indicating the range of room numbers, you sprinted down the lengthy corridor. The thick carpeted flooring muffled the drumming of your shoes. Stale air whooshed past your ears and filled your lungs. High on adrenaline, you skidded to a stop in front of the door. Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths you struggled to catch.

Gesturing to Bakugou to stay silent, you leaned in to listen. The sounds past the wooden panel were so faint you could barely hear them. So you pressed your ear to it and focused on the sound pattern. It had a rhythm to it, one that settled like a brick in the pit of your stomach. “Break the door,” you told Bakugou, taking a step back. “Get behind me and cover your ears” came his order, which you followed without hesitation, not realizing at that moment none of you questioned the other. It soon reeked of heated metal. Unconsciously, you moved closer to him, squeezed your eyes shut, and clasped your hands tightly over your ears.

#dee's: once an enemy forever a...? #fanfic wip #bakugou x reader #some type of enemies to lovers with messed up stuff in between #my brain needs to stop questioning every damn detail #writer problems #bnha wip #dee's wips

[irisintheafterglow]

It’d been three hours since you’d climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t coming easy to you tonight. You’d stared at the ceiling and flipped the side you were sleeping on several dozen times, but nothing seemed to work. You pulled a wild card and dialed his number in a last-ditch effort to sleep. 

He picked up after two rings. 

“Give me five minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“How? You’re fifteen minutes away at least.”

“I left ten minutes ago, duh. Felt like something was off.” 

“I adore you.”

“Yeah, I know you do. See you soon, love.”

#quick 100 word drabble cuz i have so many wips but i haven't posted today yet #mha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #denki kaminari #bakugou x reader #hawks x you #bnha hawks #keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n

[kissatoru]

ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((

i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.

your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.

but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.

and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.

EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

#hellooooo waving at you from down here in the tags #this a veryy old drabble i wrote that later inspired my weak for you fic #(so if it sounds/feels familiar then that's why lol) #but it got lost in my drafts and i totally forgot about it until now #so have these crumbs while i work on my hornyween fics and other wips lol #x reader #x dom reader #sub character #sub eren #sub aot #sub toji fushiguro #sub toji #sub jjk #sub dabi #sub mha #sub bnha #sub kny #x fem reader #x male reader #x gn reader #( ★ ) my stuff.

[ramenaddicted]

Current WIP's

Here is my current list of WIP's, I'm slowly chipping away at older ones while curating new ones.

LEGEND

📝: Planning

✏️: Writing

📔: Posted

MHA

✏️Only feets

✏️The shade of it all.

KNY

📝: Untitled Lady Muzan x Reader fic.

Other

✏️: Yasuhiro Hagakure request.

#ramenwrites #writing wip #wip list #bnha wip #kny wip

[saintyx-111]

Made this short animation for class based on that one comic where bakugo almost killed deku tho but this time he missed and hit todoroki instead

Rlly rough and bad in some spots but i tried :')

#saints art #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #deku #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #kacchan #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #bakudeku #wip #shouto todoroki #todoroki

[gfguren]

pro hero!bakugou x sidekick!reader | fluff, mutual pining, blatant flirting, bakugou calls reader darlin', bakugou is soft(ish) | cw: injury, mentions of alcohol, name calling (idiot), kisses kisses kisses

-bakugou tends to your injury, pining for you nearly as much as you do for him-

Your arm burns in waves, like kindling fire, the plain between your elbow and wrist a bramble of red and purple. It stings like a million tiny thorns pricking your skin.

"Why'd ya get in the way, idiot!" Bakugou's words are fierce and his brow is drawn, but you see the way his cheeks flush. He's embarrassed, guilt-ridden though it's not his fault. Not really.

You were both too overzealous for your own goods, determined to land the final blow on the villains. But his quirk was bigger, more explosive, harder to stop when your hands inevitably collided. You're just lucky your arm took the brunt of it.

Still, you smile despite the pain and his frown deepens, "What? Ya hit yer head too?"

You take a step forward, then two, crossing the threshold of your front door, reveling in the way his blush travels to his ears. "Did you come all the way here just to nag me?" There's a lilt of amusement in your voice, and he huffs, exasperation on his breath. "Or are you finally gonna give me that?"

You point to the bag dangling from his fingertips, pharmacy label half hidden by his baggy combat trousers. He's still in costume, mask pushed up over his wild, blonde hair, light sheen of sweat dotting his forehead and shoulders.

He's a proper distraction from the pain at least.

His gaze falls to his own hand, as if he'd entirely forgotten. There's a palpable moment of hesitation, and then he grunts, knuckles clenching; he thrusts it against your chest.

"Did'ya sterilize it, at least?"

You're half listening, shuffling through the contents of the bag. "Mhm, rinsed it with water when I got home."

"Yer hopeless, darlin'."

You shrug, "If a little burn could take me out, I wouldn't be much of a hero, now would I?"

He snorts, "If ya were such a good hero, you'd have dodged in the first place."

"You think?" You humor his attitude, heart swelling in your chest when you spot your favorite candy hidden beneath the ointments and bandages. You have half a mind to tease him about it. "Are you gonna help me put this on?"

His arms fold across his chest, half a scowl twisting his face. He leans back, tapping a heavy boot against the floorboards. "And why would I do that?"

He must think he's subtle but you read him like a book, finger the pages, read between the lines. There's worry in his brow, guilt, turmoil, anger directed at his own self.

You figured it would help alleviate his conscience, at least.

"That's fine. I'll get around to it eventually." You turn on your heel, adding a cheeky "probably" to accentuate the wave of your hand, nudge him into action. It works.

Warm fingers encircle your wrist and you bite your tongue, suppress the laugh inching it's way up your throat. Predictable, cute. It takes everything in you not to grin.

Two big hands push you down by the shoulders, cushions folding beneath your thighs. Bakugou holds a palm out expectantly and you place your own atop his, reveling in the way his nose scrunches in frustration.

You don't miss the way he lets it linger - just for a moment - before finally swatting it away with a half-hearted flick of the wrist. "The ointment, idiot."

You relent, handing him the thin white tube. He spreads a stripe down his fingertips, seat dipping beside you; he extends his opposite hand. "Now your hand."

You grin, fingers gently curling around his own. It's not meant to be romantic, the way he draws you forward, presses your knuckles to his chest. He's just trying to get a better look at the wound, head tilting this way and that. But his hand is so warm, and he's so pretty from this angle, and when his eyes rise to meet yours his breath hitches in his throat; and so does yours.

It's intimate, familiar.

It makes you want to break whatever this unspoken 'something' is that the two of you have fostered - this growing affection you're both too proud to admit that wears on you, leaves you yearning to lean just a little closer and finally concede.

Just like all those nights ago, when he got a little too drunk at the hero convention, quickly annoyed by the crowds and reporters, the loud, boasting heroes. His champagne glass was quickly emptied once more, grunting when he pushed back in his chair. You remember leaning closer, close enough to discretely ask if he was alright. His red hot stare followed, burned through your chest and down to your core, left you shifting restlessly in your seat.

The air was thick when he finally careened upward, swaying perilously as he took you by the wrist, led you up and out of the dining hall until it was just the two of you, alone in an empty corridor. You could still hear the echo of stranger's voices, but it didn't bother him, not when he crowded you against the wall, not when his big hand fell to the space beside your head, or when his face dipped to linger just close enough to have your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"What about the party?"

"'as boring." He'd replied, fingers 'round your wrist, lingering on your pulse; he feels it stutter beneath his touch. "Ya scared?"

You would be, should be, if it was anyone else. Big, leering, all rippling muscle and explosive temper - but it was Bakugou, your mentor, your best friend, heart of a hero and handsome as hell. You've loved him as long as you've known him.

"No."

He'd grinned, leaned forward til' his lips found yours, deeper, sweeter than you'd ever imagined, and gods you had, too many times.

"Good."

You're so lost in thought that you miss the way skin meets skin, thin buffer of ointment between you, and it burns - his fingers against your aching forearm. Your cheeky smile twists into a grimace and you can almost taste his guilt.

"Quit bein' a baby." Bakugou's bark holds no bite, touch softening until his rough fingers border featherlight. "Yer a hero, r'member."

You watch as he carefully applies the medicine, touch gentling each time you flinch until he's barely touching you at all.

"You've said that a lot today. 'Hero'." You muse. "It's usually sidekick this, sidekick that."

He shoots you a look before wiping the ointment from his fingers. "Yer my sidekick."

"Yeah?" You tilt your head, leaning forward to rest your chin on your unattended hand. "And what's the difference?"

He could answer you honestly, if he wanted. You're capable, brave, strong in your own right - beautiful to boot. You're the best of the best; Bakugou would never settle for less after all. Not that he was going to admit that.

Instead his lips twist in amusement, curling, lopsided, askew; you realize you won't be getting a straight answer.

"Ya should know by now when t' stay out of my way, is the difference." He pulls a bandage as big as his fist from the bag, pressing one corner to the flat of your palm, working it up and around until it reaches your wrist, and further still. "Was perfectly capable of handlin' it on my own."

"Seemed like you had your hands full with the big guy," you quip back, rubbing your thumb absently over the scratchy bandage. "Was I supposed to watch while the other one pummeled you from behind?"

He quirks a brow, you're not sure if he's annoyed or amused. "Woulda been fine. How d'ya think I made it to the top twenty, 've practically got eyes on the back of my head."

"You sure? Think I recall a time or two you've been whacked upside the head."

His eyes stray for only a moment, simmering up at you beneath dark lashes. "Think we might need t' get yer eyes checked, darlin', seems yer seein' things."

"Guess I need a hearing test too, since I remember you being a total crybaby about it."

He centers the tips of his thumb and pointer just above your brow, fingertips bouncing off your forehead, a tepid flick! and he's resuming his handiwork.

"Hey!" you pout, rubbing the offended area with your unfettered hand. "I'm a patient, you're supposed to be nice to me!"

"And who's fault is that." He grins, light and easy and gone in an instant, with a flash of realization, guilt that reaches his eyes and worries his brow. It's his, still.

You sigh, "Look at me." And he does, begrudgingly as it may be. "It's not your fault. I should have trusted you more. And you should have trusted me. We're both idiots so quit blaming yourself." You lightly flick his forehead in return; he doesn't flinch, eyes never leaving your own. "Finish the wrapping and we'll call it even, yeah?"

He grumbles something lost on you, stretching the last bit of fabric beneath your elbow and tucking it into itself. He turns your arm over in his palm, lightly, carefully inspecting it before leaning back against the cushions. You can feel his guilt dissipate, the stress in his shoulders slowly deflating.

"Ya hurt anywhere else?" His voice is low, quiet. He desperately hopes not.

You think for a moment, read his face, his body language, and then you're rubbing the space above your brow, faking a pout if only to lighten the mood. "Yeah, some brute bruised my forehead earlier, think it needs medical attention."

He crosses his arms, muscles flexing, brow tightening in discontent. "I'm being serious."

You struggle to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your chest. "So am I. What a devastating injury, I fear I won't live long." You dramatically throw yourself over his lap, knuckles laid flat over your brow. There's a conflicting look in his eye; you struggle to read it. "If only a big, handsome hero woul-"

You nearly miss the annoyed huff, the subtle roll of his eyes, too enamored in the way he encircles your wrist with one big hand, guides it to rest against his chest before leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead.

You're sure there's hearts in your eyes when he straightens his shoulders, hand still idle against his heartbeat; his thumb absently strokes the soft underside of your wrist but his gaze doesn't linger. A hint of a blush creeps up his neck, eyes fixated on the opposite corner of the room. "Done bein' a crybaby?"

You try and fail, miserably so, to hide the delight dancing in your chest and curling your toes. There's a grin splitting your cheeks when you sit up, face an inch from his own. "Mhm."

You can feel his breath, his hesitation, the slippery, fluttering feelings he's struggling to catch, and name, and put into words. He decides it's easier to turn his back to them, to you - again.

It's always the same song and dance, one step forward, two steps back.

He's up in a moment, fidgeting with his tank, his gloves, his mask, anything he can get his hands on. You sigh, pushing off the couch, taking one step, two, arms wrapping snug around his middle. "What're ya doin'?"

"Checking something."

"And what's that?"

"Whether or not you have eyes on the back of your head." He ignores your teasing, so you press a little further, tease a little more. "Either you don't," you squeeze him tighter, closer, smush your cheek against his back. "Or you totally just let me hug you."

He croons his head to stare you down, if looks could kill, you'd be very very toasty right about now. Still you laugh, hide your smile in the shadow of his broad shoulders, tip toe around him when twists around to face you.

Finally he catches you, two big hands clamped down on either shoulder. You wait for him to scold you, tongue between your teeth, bated breath in your lungs. But he only grunts, fingers curling around the base of your neck until he can slant his lips over your own.

You sigh, it's the second time Katsuki Bakugou's lips have been on yours. But they no longer taste of saltines, white wine, impulse or hesitation; it's not some drunken mistake or whimsy he'll pretend to have forgotten by morning. This time he's kissing you because he wants to. Because the feelings he harbors are just the same as yours.

And when he pulls away his red eyes have mellowed, a dull amber, an expectant cinnabar. There's a palpable silence, one beat, two, three - possibly. His impatience gets the better of him. "Well?"

You stifle a laugh, keen up at him, hands absently against his chest. "Well what?"

"What d'ya mean 'well what'?!"

What ever self control you had wavers, the incredulous look in his eyes sending you over the edge until your devolving into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny, huh?"

"'m sorry." The laughter rattles you, chest like a suitcase too small to pack away the joy that fills you, spills over the brim in fits of laughter. It's infectious; Bakugou grins.

Your hands cup his cheeks. "You're too cute not to tease."

He sucks on his teeth. "Cute huh?" His hand cups your wrist, thumbs the bandage, careful, cute. "I nearly cooked ya and 'm 'cute?'"

You lean forward, bump your nose against his. "Mhm."

"There's somethin' wrong with you."

"Yeah, it's called the guy I like is completely oblivious and won't tell me he likes me."

"I kissed you, twice. If ya didn't take the hint, that's on you."

You're smiling when you press your lips to his - quick, tepid, chaste, and over and over and over again.

He breaks away, eyes full of suspicion. "What was that for?"

"What? Didn't you take the hint?" You slant your mouth over his, linger a little longer this time. "I like you." You kiss him again, again, again.

He snorts, palm falling to the small of your back, big hand heavy on your skin. "Point taken."

He dips his head low, kisses you, soft and slow, fingers flexing against your shirt, dragging you closer when you move to pull back. "I like ya." His breath is hot against your mouth. "Always have."

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #finally finished the anime #now this blonde menace lives in my head rent free 😩 #if anyone was wondering why i disappeared for 3 months its the 6+ bakugou wips in my phone ☠️