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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Bakugo X Skinny Dysphoric Female Reader X Todoroki

A/N: I got a new laptop and doing better mentally so hopefully I can upload some more one-shots :)

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Understandably, you were Japan's 'beauty standard'. You had a flawless face, long thin legs, a flat stomach-and backside as well. You had long thin arms with a narrow face and neck. You got compliments all the time about your legs and arms but, you couldn't stand it. You absolutely hated those compliments because they did not bring you joy or make you want to smile. They made you want to hide in your room for months and not look at anyone. You hated how skinny you actually were. Whereas people saw model material as always being the 'first choice' cause of your physical attributes, you saw a failure. You did not want to be a model, you did not want people to only talk to you or want you because you have a "slim beautiful figure'. That is not what you wanted, you wanted to be a hero. You wanted to inspire others to be true to themselves and to be heroes as well. You wanted to save, rescue, and protect people. That was kind of hard when everyone in the hero course thought you were starving yourself and were going to fall over at a moment's notice. You in fact ate as much as Momo and Rikido but, the weight never got put on. Your metabolism was way too fast.

"Y/N, can you answer the question please." You jerked to look at Aizawa whose eyes were boring into yours. You looked sheepish not having an answer because you were lost in thought

"I'm sorry I was daydreaming. I don't know the answer." He hummed moving on to the next person for the answer. You decided to pay attention to the rest of class ignoring the burning feeling of someone staring hard into the back of your head. Class ended and the next class was math with Ectoplasm. You hated math for one or two reasons. You sat in a group with Bakugo and Todoroki which was sometimes bad considering Shoto's need to poke at Bakugo with a smirk on his face. The second reason is that Mineta sits behind you and he always has something to say about your physique. As if you are not aware of how you look. You glanced at Momo as she talked with Iida and Izuku about quirks. You would kill for her body. Because of her body's need for food due to her quirk using lipids, she has a tummy and stretch marks. She gets insecure sometimes but, she has nothing to be ashamed of. She's gorgeous and is one of the smartest people in the class.

"Are you okay Y/N?" You turned to Shoto who snuck up beside you. He always did that. He also did not know what personal space was but, you didn't mind in the slightest. You liked that he invaded your personal space

"Yeah, I'm fine." He glanced between you and Momo. You knew you were caught.

"If you are not fine...you can come to me to talk if you're comfortable." You smiled softly patting his cheek gently

"I'll take that into consideration." You pulled away continuing to walk feeling a strong presence behind you. You chanced a glance jumping at the sight of angry red eyes.

"Take this." You looked down at what he was offering and saw it was your favorite protein smoothie. You gently took it from him looking up to see he averted his eyes to the side glancing at you when he felt you looking at him.

"Thank you, Kats." His eyes widen at the nickname before scowling at you and pushing you to walk ahead

"Hurry up, we're going to be late." You don't understand how you're going to be late when you were literally 5 minutes early to Ecto sensei class. "What are you looking at icy-hot!" You noticed he hasn't been adding bastard to the end of it.

"Nothing special." Before Bakugo could blow a fuse. You guys entered the class and took your seats. Bakugo resorted to glaring at Shoto whereas Shoto chose to simply smirk at him.

"You're on thin ice." Shoto blinked tilting his head to the side.

"Be sure to catch me when I slip." Bakugo choked a retaliation on his lips but of course, Mineta had to make a comment about you again.

"Damn two of you still wouldn't be big enough to fill the seat. You need to eat whatever Momo is eating so-" He didn't finish before he was encased in ice muffling his voice. You didn't even bother to turn around to look at him too lost in thought. You thought you were actually doing a little better. You had gone to therapy for your dysphoria, and even bought clothes your size to fit you instead of clothes twice your size to try and hide your physique but, all it took was one comment to set you all the way back. It wasn't your fault that you were skinny, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't gain weight. You were trying. You always tried but it didn't work out.

"I'll be back." You felt claustrophobic. You ignored the sound of ice breaking and an explosion going off opting to run to the bathroom. You needed a moment to breathe. You made it to the bathroom in time for the tears. You felt so ugly. You didn't feel pretty, you felt like an unwanted, ugly little thing who couldn't fend for herself. A sob came loose and that's when the dam broke. You didn't bother hiding your sounds wanting the world to know how you felt. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know how to make yourself feel better about your body. Dysphoria was a bitch. You were mildly aware of the door opening before two pairs of arms wrapped tightly around you from the front and back. Your eyes were closed as you clung to the warmth. You didn't dare open your eyes until you were done sobbing snot and all coming out. Once you were done you pulled away wiping at your nose and eyes. You opened your eyes after hearing movement only to see the two people you least expected.

"You're feeling better?" Shoto was the one who broke the silence as Bakugo went to get some wet paper towels and dry ones for your face. You nodded numbly taking the stuff from Bakugo and thanking him.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. That grape fuck was talking out his ass but I don't think he will be saying anything to you for a long time." You blinked at Bakugo before nodding. Fair enough.

"I know my words won't carry anything...but, I think you're beautiful." You smiled bashfully at Shoto despite how blotchy and swollen your face felt.

"She already knows that icy-hot. She wants answers and I got the perfect healthy regiment for you." You blinked at Bakugo as he squatted down to your level. "You're going to eat what I make you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yes, you eat but not the right things. You'll be at your happy weight in no time." You were speechless. He was rough with his words but, you knew he never said anything he never meant

"While he does that, I can help with academics and compliments. If that's okay with you." You looked shocked at Shoto giggling. This had to be the strangest turn of events to have happened to you today.

"Yes...it's fine." Bakugo nodded hauling you to your feet.

"Good, now we got a class to head back to." You nodded going to wash your face some more feeling a bit better before following the other two out of the bathroom and back to Ecto sensei's class.

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devilherself666 · 1 year

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Chapter 3! (Todobakudeku x reader! Maifa AU)

SHOTO P.O.V

It was late and I just got back from a job for Deku, and I decided I wanted to see something beautiful in life. I saw a park not too far away from headquarters so he shouldn't get too mad, and plus no one has seen our faces. No one will find out who I am. They just know about my father and his chargers, nothing to point it out to me. As I was almost to the door of course the big dumb blonde had to stop me. "Oi! Where do you think you are going Icy-hot?" He asked and I sighed that nickname for what? "On a walk, now move." I spoke coldly and he didn't move. "Did you ask Deku?" He asked and I glared. "He isn't my father, he's my best friend. I don't need his permission to walk." I huffed and he rolled his eyes. "Your ass, not mine." Bakugo huffed as he glared. "I am not covering for you." He huffed before walking away and I rolled my eyes, I don't need him too. I am Deku's right-hand man. Anything I do he approves of the reason I need to ask.

As I walked, I found a bench and sat. The butterflies were beautiful today. It was amazing seeing them happy about the place. As I was admiring them a woman in a black hoodie sat next to me. "No one comes here, ever. I see you enjoy the beauty of it?" She asked, her voice nothing like I have ever heard. Soft, sweet and innocent. Something I don't hear often. "Yes, but I like butterflies more than anything." I admitted to her, I saw her look at the butterflies, but I couldn't see her face. "Why if I can ask." she asked softly again, and I melted into her voice. It was the calmest I have been in my whole life. I think this girl has a quirk of calm. In that case she would be good for Bakugo. Wait, why did that piss me off thinking of Bakugo touching her. I looked at her once more and then back at the butterflies. "Well, everyone loves them for their beauty, not really paying attention to the fact, they eat each other, they don't look up facts about butterflies, they look up pictures. It is nice to know sometimes. The world doesn't find all things bad." I spoke and she looked like she enjoyed my company and I liked that. "I don't see everything bad, and I am sure others don't either." she said, she is already trying to comfort me and doesn't even understand my line of work, I don't think I could find anyone better than her honestly. I looked at her once more. "When you work where I do...The world only sees bad." I spoke and I didn't even mean to say that it just came out. This girl is something else. She is the first person other than Deku and Bakugo that can get my guard down. That isn't good. "I know that feeling." she spoke, and my heart dropped. She works something that makes the world a bad place and still has hope. What is wrong with this girl? Before I could say anything, her phone rang, and she walked away. Boyfriend? Probably with a girl like that, no way she is single. I got my hopes up. That moment my heart sank, and I got up and walked home. I walk inside. "Oh, home early short walk." Bakugo huffed and I shoved him out of my way. "Boss wants to see you." He huffed and I glared. I nodded and walked to his office and knocked. "Come in." He glared at the door. I felt that shit through the glass. I walked inside the office and shut the door. "You wanted to see me?" I asked and he glared. "Where did you go? You never go on walks." He glared. I sighed. "You really think I would turn on you?" I questioned. He shook his head. "Of course not. You know there are some smart people out there that can point out who you are." He huffed and I was confused. "No, they can't, they have no idea what I look like." I huffed and he glared at me, I shivered. This man could top me, and I wouldn't fight back, that glare can kill. "Shoto, when your dad was arrested, he told the world your mother poured hot tea on your face, meaning they know you have a scar on your right side. How many people do you know with a red scar on the right side of their face?" He asked and I was shocked. How did I not know about this? I looked at him, "I am sorry, I had no idea. All I did was go to a park. Nobody went there, I was alone." I lied because if he knew about the girl, he would kill her for the simple fact she might know who I am. He nodded. "Be careful next time. You are free." He spoke and I walked out and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and Bakugo was smirking ear to ear. "I told you." He huffed and I smacked him. "You knew about the news and didn't tell me?" I asked and he nodded. "Well I told you to talk to Deku and you didn't listen." He huffed and I glared at him. "God, I hate you." I huffed and walked to my room.

I laid on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Will she be there tomorrow? Can I see her again? Maybe I should have asked for her number? Wait, she has a boyfriend. I just want to get to know her, even if I can't have her to myself, I have to know who she is. I am going back tomorrow and if she is there, I will take that as my sign.

The sun blinding me told me it was morning as I sighed as I got up and dressed, I had a few jobs to do before I could meet her. I sighed as I walked downstairs. "Shoto, I need you to go to shinso." Deku sighed and I looked at him and nodded. "Got it boss." as I got my favorite knife and gun. I walked out and got into my car, a fully red charger. I drove to Shinso base and sighed as I pulled into the driveway. I looked at the base and walked in, I saw Denki was already here but for different reasons. He was kissing Shinso and sitting on his lap. I cleared my throat. "Oh shit! Don't tell Boss! He'll kill me." Denki shivered and I shivered just thinking about Deku glare he would get. "What are you doing? You know this ageist Deku law." I spoke. "Why though? He can't expect us to go out and date someone outside our line of work. That secret would be a big one and hard to hide, it would never work." Denki argued and he had a good point. The first thing that came to my mind was her... Was there any point in trying with her? He is right, this line of work is hard to hide. I was taken out of my thoughts. "Why are you here?" Shinso asked and I sighed. "Boss said you have a case you need help with." I sighed. "Right." Shinso sat Denki down on the couch as he walked to his desk and grabbed a folder and handed it to me. "Rain picked this one up." He sighed. "A little girl is being abused and raped and I can't seem to find this man, Deku said you are a great tracking, so maybe you could save the girl." I nodded, taking the folder and looking through it. "I always knew the overhaul mafia was bad news." I growled and he nodded. "Find him and you have everyone's permission to shoot him." He spoke and I nodded. "Planed on it. I'll have the girl by afternoon." I spoke and Shino looked shocked at my statement. "No way." He spoke and I glared at him. "Bet two thousand Yen, if I am here by the afternoon, I get the money and if I don't you get the money." I huffed and he nodded. "I'll take that bet, that has been cold for weeks because no one can find her." He spoke and my anger rose. Weeks! This girl has been on files for this, and no one called me until now? "You guys are something else. It's called doing your job." I huffed as I walked out.

I went back to my office to look up all the places they had been spotted and everything they bought. I also hacked the systems as I looked through the rest rental places. This man is a nubbie, he uses cards. Stupid. I looked through the file to see if I found anything that matches, and my computer dinged. "Got you." I smirked as I grabbed my gun, and knife as I walked out. "That money is as good as mine." I huffed as I walked to an abandoned house and broke the door down.

Overhaul was sitting at a desk, doing paperwork, and blood was on his hands. It wasn't his blood. I pulled out my gun and before he could even reach for his I shot him in the head. "I couldn't stand you." I huffed and I walked into the back room and saw a girl in the corner. "Hey, I am not here to hurt you. I want to save you." I spoke softly. The little girl looked at me. "Is he gone?" She asked. I nodded. She ran to me and hugged me, and I looked down at her. She was beaten to a pulp, her arms banged up, her legs the same way. What was this man doing to her? Taking her blood? I huffed as I carried her outside and she held on tight. I felt my heart break for this girl but couldn't bring myself to cry about it. I drove her to Shinso place and picked up the girl and walked inside. It was an hour before it would have been counted for afternoon. "Hey shinso!" I yelled and he came out of his office and his mouth wide open. "I am beyond impressed really, now I understand how Deku is at the top." Shinso admitted and I shrugged. "I just search for the work he does most of the time." I stated. Shinso looked at the girl. "Babe!" Shinso yelled and Rain came in. She was a beautiful woman; she was also what people call a Hybrid. She had two quirks. She was a dragon and wolf; some would call her a goddess because she was beautiful as one and those quirks together are strong. "Yeah?" She looked at me and then the girl. "ERI!" Rain smiled and Eri ran to her. "Hey sissy!" Eri spoke and my mouth dropped. "Oh no, not blood. Adopted." I nodded. Rain and Eri walked to what I assume was the bathroom and I looked at Shinso holding out my hand. "Money." I spoke and Shinso sighed as he got in his safe. He handed me the money and I nodded. "Pleasure doing business with you." I chuckled. "Fuck you." He huffed as I waved and walked out back to my car. I drove home as I looked at the time. "Perfect." I parked and I went inside. I changed my clothes and walked right back out. I walked to the park and sat down; she wasn't here yet. I will just wait for her.

As I was looking around, I saw her, and her outfit was amazing. Her body was beautiful, her legs looked shiny, and she looked good in fishnets. She sat by me again and my heart raced. "Back again?" she asked, and I looked at her then back at the trees. "Well, I like the beauty here, but I wish I could see more." I spoke hoping she would get the fact I want to see her face. That was smooth, but won't work, because of my line of work. I can't show my face to others." she spoke. Her line of work? What is that supposed to mean? Wait! No. She is too sweet to be a part of all of this. Right? Even if that is the case, I want to protect her at all costs and in order to do that I have to have her number. "Oh, I understand that. Can I have your number?" I asked and I could see an outline of her face red, and I wanted to laugh but my heart wouldn't dare it. She nodded and I gave her my phone as she typed in her number, and she looked at me. "Can I name you candy cane?" she asked, and I looked at her and then remembered my hair. I chuckled at that one. It is better than Icy-Hot. "I mean if you want yo, what can I call you?" Asked her and she smiled "N/n." she spoke, and I looked up at the trees. "Beautiful name." I sighed and she blushed. "May I know your name?" she asked, and my heart dropped. I can't tell her, don't tell her, shut up. Don't say anything I know you want to. "Just call me Candy Cane for now." I nodded at her, and she looked up at the butterflies, at that moment her hoodie fell off, her face showed to the light. Her hair in the wind, her eyes glowed with life and hope as she watched the butterflies, her face with the most beautiful being I have ever seen in my life. Why would someone hide something so beautiful? I questioned, but the longer I stared the more wrong I felt. She said she wasn't allowed to show her face and here I am seeing it, is it a crime? Will she get punished like we would? That would be Death and I hope she doesn't. At that moment all I could say. "Wow." She looked at me with confusion. "What?" She asked and felt her head. Her face went pale. Is the punishment that bad? "What? You are beautiful." I spoke, trying to drown those thoughts out. Her face had disbelief written all over it for what? I have no idea, was I supposed to know something? Maybe? I will have to look into it later. "Thank you." She finally spoke and I looked at her in the eyes, those beautiful e/c eyes, they could take my soul. "I love your eyes." Spoke and she blushed. She looked over the trees and out of nowhere she grabbed my hand, dragging me to the other side of the park. "Woah, let me take you on a date first before you try to run away with me." I chuckled and her face went stone cold red. I guess she figured me out pretty fast. I don't make jokes. "I'll take you up on that offer, but first. Call me at eleven. That way we can talk without someone watching." She spoke in a hurried voice. Why a suspect time? Why so late? What was her job? I am getting more and more worried about this girl, maybe I could get Deku to look into this. I could hack the system and look up her name but the chances of that being her real name are very likely or if she has any social media with that name or pictures on it. It all ties down to what her job is. She began to walk away and before she got too far, I grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it. "Pleasure meeting you, can't wait to talk later." I spoke and she blushed. "You too, talk later." she spoke running away and I sighed. Walking back home. I pulled out my phone and went to her contact. A few more hours and I'll be able to call her. That is, it. A few hours and we can talk all night. Maybe then I will learn where she works. My only problem is. Is this a trap? I asked myself.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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am i warm enough for you?

➳ tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelings™, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessions

➳ wc ;; 5.6k..

➳ plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.

bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.

➳ a/n ;; i wasn’t even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3

this was originally posted on 4/20 but im reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags dskjds

It’s hazy.

A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you can’t describe. It’s a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till it’s soft and cradling your skull. It’s soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.

It’s a pleasant feeling, that’s all. Almost cozy but there’s a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that you’re afraid to reach out. You’re 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You can’t remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but there’s a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.

It’s a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.

And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like it’s drowning you. It’s the first time you’ve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you don’t know and can’t remember.

Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you don’t know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesn’t do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you don’t know how to answer them, and you’re still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.

Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but they’re not towards you. It’s him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them it’s an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.

Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.

Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, you’re experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.

It’s not enough to know them or who they are, it’s like know everything about them except the things that matter

Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.

MEETING 1:

The room is white. When you blink, colors flash in order - red, pale yellow, orange, forest green and you know. You blink a few more times, stretching your hands out in front of yourself. Curling your hands into fist then into stretched palms, you lean forward and stretch. You wriggle your toes - notice you're wearing shoes. Clothes from your closet. Strange.

You take a look around the room but there isn't much to see. There’s a wall in front of you with a glass divider and a mirrored empty room. The room across from yours has spiky decor littered against the walls. An orange dresser, plastic grenades and play guns. You know who it is without a second warning - and a foggy part in the back of your head tells you that it’s him, again but with more force. You don’t see anything in your room, but you figure he might. All of it is confusing to you.

Before you can blink, there’s a loud thud coming from the other side of the glass. It’s a silhouette, the outline of a face - but nothing clear. Dream logic dictates you can’t know a face you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know his outline. Spiky, he’s spiky everywhere.

“Hello?,” you call out, overly tentative. The figure pauses, seems to take in whatever they must be seeing. You’re not sure what response you’re expecting, really. There’s no expectations at all.

“...Who the fuck are you?,” says a pitchy, male voice. He sounds like he’s your same age, a highschool boy. His throat is rough, yet not overly deep. It’s almost scratchy.

“Uhm,”

You’re not sure how to reply. You can see him through the glass, but not really. Still, you take note of his shadows like they’re going to tell you anything more. You shove your hands in your pockets, messing around with something inside.

“Uh.. your soulmate, I think,” you reply.

Scratching the back of your neck as an awkward silence settles, you take a few minutes to try and figure what more to say.

“We met when we were kids once too,” you explain awkwardly. He must know, has too - this soulmate thing is a two way thing, but his silence is deafening. You just want to feel this space. Is it always this awkward?

“Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Forest Green,” you repeat, like a mantra. You hear him take in a sharp breath, and freeze. For some reason, you’d like to avoid upsetting him. He doesn’t seem like he’s taking to the information too well.

“I don’t have time for this damn bullshit… whatever quirk you’ve got to mimic this - cut it the fuck out,”

Hostile.

You pause, not sure how to feel. Half of you is offended, the other half is confused - had you done something to upset him? You can feel how he feels - but you don’t understand it. You sit with your mouth agape, like a fish out of water. Unsure of how to proceed, you scoff a little.

“Woah.. this isn’t a quirk thing. We’re.. soulmates? That’s already a thing,”

More silence. You’ve.. he doesn’t seem upset, but you can tell he’s not all that keen to the idea. It’s a bare minimum improvement that you find yourself valuing, without your consent. He breathes again, throat even more hoarse than before. His voice is angry but it doesn’t fit his responses, his feelings - so you don’t pay attention to his madness. Something is off.

“... I’m not supposed to have a soulmate. No fucking way I have a soulmate,” he grits. You step back, stumbling. You didn’t have any expectations.. but this wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. You feel uneasy, sick. It must be a shared feeling if the way he leans against a wall counts for anything.

A beat of silence passes before you open your mouth to speak.

“... I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to that,” you admit. He scoffs.

“Nothing you damn extra. Leave me the fuck alone,”

You don’t reply, too stunned. This was your soulmate? This.. asshole? Not that you were a peach entirely either, but this was supposedly the person that the universe had decided for you?

You shake your head. Maybe you’re just being rash? He could be a nice guy behind all the chaos. You try your best to hold onto that, that this was literally someone chosen for you before you gave up all hope. You sigh, cracking your neck.

“You can say whatever you want but.. we’re here, you know? It’s more productive to just go with it.. isn’t it?,”

“Go fuck yourself,”

“After meeting you, I’m not exactly over the fucking moon about it either. It is what is,”

“You’re not my fucking.. soulmate or whatever the fuck. Leave me alone,”

Your heart both aches with anger and sadness. You don’t know what to do. What does this shit-head know about you, anyway? You know he’s been through some shit, same as you - what makes him so entitled? You swallow the lump in your throat. It hurts. It pierces. Stupid soulmate bonds.

“Yeah? Alright. Fuck you too,”

You see him pace around for a longer before he disappears in a cloud of smoke. You didn’t even catch his name, and you’re not sure you wanted too. It must be morning, but at least you're away from him. It feels lonely, but it must just be you.

Your eyes flutter open but your heart is heavy with regret. You don’t know who it belongs to, but you’ve got class in an hour and not enough time to think about it. If he doesn’t want to meet you that’s fine.

It’s fine. Not like you wanted to meet your soulmate anyway.

You don’t have another meeting with your soulmate for months. Lately your dreams have little if anything to do with him or where he is, how he’s been. You have some of those split screen ones, where you know he’s there but neither of you acknowledge each other, even in spirit, like how you did before. When you wake up feeling angsty, you don’t know how to distinguish the feeling but you don’t try.

You wonder idly if he can feel your apathy, if he cares enough too. Maybe he also mistakes it for his own? It seems likely.

It’s a weekday where you’re getting ready for remedial classes at your school. First year advanced courses were no joke, and you find yourself regretting your choice to participate in them.

Still you get dressed anyway, put your uniform on and brush your teeth - wash your face with your eyes half open and look presentable. No one's home in the morning, the house is empty of any life but you. Food becomes a last minute priority, so you make an egg sandwich with cheese and eat it on the way to the train station.

You stare down at your feet as you step outside, music drowning out the noise of your surroundings aptly. The walk to the station is long and the ride is longer, but the streets are packed edge to edge. Musutafu is busy this time of year - the U.A. Sports Festival is taking place today and everything seems to reflect that. You barely manage to squeeze past all the strangers on the subway - clearly on their way to see it.

When you get to school, you're greeted by a mostly empty classroom with a teacher. These classes were straightforward as always, do the work you need to correct, have it approved and leave. It repeats until your finished with all the assignments and you get to be done. You give a respectful nod to your teacher before grabbing your work from your bag.

It goes on and on - occasionally, you hear an excited gasp and quiet chatter from classmates. It’s about the festival, the happenings - but you’re too caught up in completing your work that day and trying to get the fuck out of their as soon as possible.

Shit like that didn’t matter to you, anyways. It’s just a festival.

You leave around the same time the festival seems to have ended, the streets flooded with people - you miss the first station and wander towards an electronics store a block away from your highschool.

It’s the winners on TV. A guy with split hair - Shouto Todoroki, Endeavors son. A guy with a bird head, and a blonde with red eyes - muzzled to the pole.

When you see them, your heart stops. You can feel anger, an unfamiliar rage and humiliation building in your chest. It feels the word has stopped as you watch from afar, through screens. Your soulmate seems upset about something, but you wouldn’t know what.

And that blonde on TV, you wonder if you know him from somewhere.

MEETING 2:

Red.Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red.

You feel him before you even know what’s happening - and it catches you completely off-guard. You haven’t had a proper soulmate dream in two years. Smoke clouds your lungs, the taste of sugar burning your tongue as you cough yourself into awareness. This time, you’re not in a room but it’s a campground. In the middle of the space is a bonfire, burning warmly. This one feels more vivid, more real.

But you know it’s not, your body feel unusually light and your hands can’t hold anything for too long. You know it’s a dream, but you sit in the chair anyway. It feels like you're floating. You feel oddly warm. Dread builds in the pit of your stomach. Even though it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to your soulmate - you can’t forget the terrible first encounter. It sticks to the roof of your mouth - a bitter memory that fills you with unexplainable, irrational resentment.

But it’s not like you hadn’t been seeing him, to an extent. You’ve seen all his memories in bits and pieces - all of them tragic and painful. This time, you see people but they come in the form of small scraps. Spiky Red. Electricity. Tape. Pink with Horns. Music. Green. So much green and red - like Christmas, you’ve called it. You’ve seen disappearances, fear, anguish - so much anguish.

In the weeks after All Might’s fall, you were in so much pain - you couldn’t stop crying for days. It’s been enough time to know what feelings were yours and which were his - and these ones felt so much like him. It went on for nearly a year - you’d almost got accustomed to it. If tears showed up to blot the ink of your lecture notes, you didn’t think twice about it. You tried to keep yourself calm, steady - in hopes you could lend your soothing to him. Even if he hated your guts, you could barely believe so much sadness could exist in one person. You didn’t know what happened but whatever it was - it must’ve been terrible. At the very least, you felt sympathy.

Sympathy was enough to get by for a long time. A neutral, level-headed sympathy that helped soothe some of your own hurt.

All that said, you were hardly expecting to see him again - especially not this soon. You don’t remember the last time you thought about him in anything other than passing - actively. It’s one thing to know what's happening - you’ve felt him passively everyday for damn near two years.

But it’s another thing to see him in front of you, force yourself to acknowledge him as your soulmate even if he insists on not doing the same.

You squirm in your chair, noticing that you’re wearing PJ’s instead of clothes. Just a hoodie and sweats, none of which fit you quite right. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fiddling with the stray strand of thread loose.

“What the fuck is this shit?,”

Your stomach drops. Unsure of what to say, you opt to say nothing at all. Just let him be, sit quietly in your dreams and mind your business. Maybe he’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over.

You can’t see him from the corner of your vision but you can hear him shuffle. The way he touches things, noticing how they make noise but don’t feel quite right in his hands. How it feels real but doesn’t, how it is real and isn’t. Surely, he’s noticed you by now. The lingering silence makes you squirm.

“...It’s you,”

You flinch, lifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but it’s different from before. In a fleeting moment, something occurs to you.

You can see him. What he looks like. Blonde with red eyes, and a sharp chin and thin waist. You know it must mean you’ve seen him before - perhaps you’d even seen each other, but for your life you can’t remember where you’ve seen his face. It’s right there, on the edge of your mind, but you’re stumped.

“Hello?,”

“Oh,” your reply comes short, strained. Your eyes flutter as you press your lips into a flat line. “Uh, hi,”

The blonde sits in the chair, slumping down. His eyes go towards the flickering flames without another word and you decide it’s best not to engage. It stays like that for a while, a beat of silence - not awkward but not comfortable, passing by without another thought. It all feels real, present - not like normal dreams. This must be the special kind of soulmate thing you find yourself feeling resentful towards.

His eyes are heavy. Relief is overwhelming him, with an iron grip and he’s worried you can feel it. If you can, you don’t say a word.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he admits.

The words sound tender passing through his mouth, unmistakably so - but you don’t get your hopes up. Instead, you give him a placating laugh, leaning forward towards the fire and mirroring him.

“I didn’t think so either,”

When it falls silent, it feels comfortable. It’s not like either of you have anything to say to each other right now, with no manual on how this was supposed to go. If he even wanted to go there.

“I can.. see you,” you start. He squints.

“You couldn’t before?,”

This takes you by surprise. You shake your head.

“No..Could you? See me, I mean?,”

Bakugo feels heat rise to his skin. Oh. Huh.

“Yeah,” he replies, a sharp inhale leaving his lungs “I can see you,”

There’s something tense in the air. It’s a strange sensation - to know the deepest and most intimate parts of someone without even knowing their name proper, or where they went to school, or what they normally eat for breakfast. All that connects you are these mutual feelings, shared grief that holds you two to the title of soulmates. This odd bond.

“..d’ya still think I’m a quirk wielding villain?,” you laugh, or try too - you’re doing your best to cut the tension. He can feel your hurt all the way from your sit, so deep in his gut - it’s been haunting him for years. How many nights of sleep he’s lost knowing there are soft and helpless tears coming from these suppressed feelings. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He’s changed a lot in two years - but not enough to be good at this.

“No, I don’t,”

“Oh,”

He smiles, just a little. It’s gentle, casts shadow on his face from the light of the fire. It’s warm, everything feels warm and better and invigorating. When you look at him and his uneasy expression - you know he feels it too.

“By the way, uhm - what’s your name? Ka.. something? Right?,”

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He nods a little.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replies, expectantly. You seem surprised that he wants to know yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” comes your reply.

“Nice to meet you,” says him, Bakugo - your soulmate.

“Nice to meet you too,”

Getting to know Bakugo is unusually easy. You get the feeling it wouldn’t be, in the case that you were anything but soulmates - but Bakugo has never known being this intimate with someone other than you. Despite himself, how much he hates himself - you never seem too. Even though you feel and see all the ugliest parts of him - have since he was small enough to still be innocent, you always treat him the same.

Your conversations are short, and shallow. Regardless, he’s not used to talking so much about himself. But you’re always curious, so much so Bakugo doesn’t have the heart to see your countless questions go unanswered.

You keep a little notebook of all of your encounters. You remember them by heart but write them down too, just in case you miss something. You ask about his friends - Spiky Red and Soft Green, referring to them that way even after you’ve known their names. You ask about his work - the life of a dangerous hero, and if he ever gets nervous flying through the air.

Admittedly, he’s mean to you. He teases you so frequently, he’s lost count of all the times you’ve huffed and puffed at his sarcastic remarks. Still, you never turn away from him. You stand with your foot down and your arms crossed over your chest - insistent on making him feel flustered too. And it works, somehow - because you know all too much about Bakugou and always gets him right where he’s most conscious about. You don’t have to tease him about his feelings since you know them like the palms of your hand.

But these shallow conversations always mean a little more to him that he knows how to verbalize, and half the time he doesn’t need to do that at all. You’ve learned the masterful of working around him quietly, making all the parts of that feel too big to love - something small and fragile. Somehow, you’ve made being with him, even as friends - feel like less of an impossible feat but a dream.

Katsuki Bakugo has been in love with you since he was 6 years old. There must be some feelings we cannot share with our soulmates, because he has no idea if you feel it or not. He just knows he does, somewhere deep in the cavern of his heart, he loves you.

You never cross the barrier of romance with him, though. A paralyzing fear seems to settle in your bones when you breach too close to love and intimacy - and Bakugo understands those feelings, even if he doesn’t know exactly why they’re there. It’s not something you’ve decided to tell him yet, but he feels it in the same way he feels your loneliness. You may be kind but you’re more guarded than he is, and not fearless but reckless.

But he still finds himself aching to love and be loved by you, no matter how much he hates it. The yearning still manages to swallow him, even late into the night.

MEETING 3:

It’s been a while since your last meeting with Bakugo but not long. You were 21 now, but your dream visits were frequent. When you weren't speaking or seeing him through dreams - you were watching him on TV. You’d been yet to meet with him in real life but to you, that was okay. Seeing him like this had been more than enough.

Today was different. Normally, that bonfire was always a back-drop to these little encounters but it was a field today - a filed with rolling hills and hundreds of flowers and tall grass that made you feel itchy. The sun was permanently stuck right before it set but it was so warm everywhere. When you get there, there’s a blanket on the top of one of the hills. You sit on it cautiously and watch the wind pass. Everything is tinged orange, and red - you know he’s there with you before he appears.

When he does, he seems different. You glance over at him as he stumbles towards you in a stupor, and when he does finally sit - you get a whiff of alcohol coming from his neck and mouth. It’s strong enough to make a little dizzy. Blinking owlishly, he sits crisscross besides you, staring a little at the surroundings.

“..the fuck?,” he slurs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh. He nearly falls over, body swaying so you bring his head down to your shoulder wordlessly, a furious heat running all over your skin. Even though you can’t feel him, the gesture makes you feel something in your belly.

“Why’re you so drunk?,”

“Birthday,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen in surprise. Bakugo is seemingly unfazed, eyes drooping with tiredness. He’s completely inebriated.

You feel yourself grow tender. You’d have to wake up and remember the days date. Despite all the times you’ve met, you had no clue about his birthday or how he celebrated. You feel your heart ache at the idea you’ve spent the latter half of it together, in your own way.

“Happy Birthday, Bakugo.”

“Bakugo this, Bakugo that,” he growls, a little incoherent “We’re supposed to be fucking soulmates and you still call me by that.. damn name.”

He hiccups a little as you sit there stunned. You blink.

“.. You think of us as soulmates?,”

“Are you some kind of moron?,”

You scowl, flicking his forehead with your thumb and forefinger. He makes a noise of indignance.

“Well, how would I know? When we first met, you didn’t seem enthused about it,”

Bakugo sighs tiredly.

“I was 15 and an asshole - clearly I don’t fuckin’ feel that anymore,”

You seem surprised again.

“..You don’t?,”

Instead of swearing at you, he closes his eyes and gets closer to you. The liquor runs through his system like liquid courage and he nods a little.

“Not at all,”

“What do you..”

“What do you think I mean?,” he barks a laugh. You feel your pulse under your skin, drumming against your chest like a hammer. You can’t even breathe.

You’ve had feelings for Bakugo from the second proper meeting you’d had with him. It was clear as a day that he was your soulmate for good reason, that inexplicable draw that kept your heart from ever belonging to anyone else. You tried to - tried to go on dates and see other opportunities through but he was always so one of a kind.

Yet, you’d given up all hope that it would mean anything to harbor these feelings, convinced that Bakugo simply wasn’t interested in you In doing any of this. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want - so you kept your distance with hope that he’d still be in your life. It was enough, or you’d wanted it to be.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t started thinking about it more and more as the days pass. What it would be like to see him, touch him and love him and be with him for real - these passive daydreams gone vivid. If he could see your dreams, he must know about them. But you didn’t know how to approach it - how to approach love at all.

That’s the thing with soulmates. You’re told that you’ll just have the answers, destiny will do the hard work but that’s far from true. Because even now, with Bakugo leaning on your shoulder with this confession lingering in the air - you don’t know what to do.

“Stop being so nervous,” he mumbles. You stumble a little over yourself.

“Sorry,”

He chuckles.

“You really need me to say it, huh?,” he sighs. He picks himself. If he’s drunk and reckless, then fuck it - he’s gonna take it all the way. He drops his head onto your lap with a tired sigh.

“I think you’re my soulmate, you fuckin’ idiot,” he admits.

And it’s hard to say, because feelings don’t come easy for Bakugo Katsuki - but it’s the least he can do. All Bakugo Katsuki has ever known is to be lonely. It’s a loneliness that he’d forced on himself. Bottling up all the anger and sadness and swallowing it. It’s long since sunk it’s claws into him. That overwhelming, all consuming ugly feeling that lingers underneath that superiority complex.

That no one would ever, could ever love the ugliness that lingers in him. That no one who knew him for what he truly is, could care for him. Deku was the first of many disbeliefs and not much had changed.

Except for when it did. Except for when he met you - in a dream, and you were real and beautiful even at 15. That the universe hadn’t been playing some sick joke on him when he kept seeing you in his dreams, so soothing to his teenage loneliness. You were real and that was so fucking scary.

But you loved him anyway. Looked out for him when he was at his lowest - the soothing beat of your heart in the days after All Mights end . When he cried himself into sleep and dreamed of you. God, how he dreamed of you. Not especially romantic dreams, but dreams of how you made breakfast. How you watched cartoons on Sunday and read manga in your classes instead of the assigned work. How you fell asleep on the train station and always ate icecream after big tests. How you were especially mundane and how he got to be apart of that everyday routine.

After all, you see dreams of each other, but Bakugo has no clue what your dreams of him look like. His have always looked like you though.

When he was worthless and empty and unable to give you anything meaningful, to apologize or put his pride away - you had loved him anyway. Felt for him with clumsy hands and held on, not letting go. Even when he was begging for you to leave him alone, in fear of this all being nothing more than a cruel dream - you held on tightly to him. With your silly notebook questions and dumb names.

Bakugo Katsuki has never known what it means to love someone who isn’t you. Even if you found someone else and there was someone better than you for him, he would grit his teeth and bear it. He wonders if he’ll ever believe he deserves you. He wants to believe you’re his soulmate - to believe you wont ever leave. To believe that he did something right enough that the universe could give him someone like you.

And he wishes he could say all this, but he can’t - he just closes his eyes and hopes you can feel it.

“You’re so mean,”

“Isn’t that why you like me?,” he grins.

And you can feel his sincerity. He should feels yours too.

“I love you, actually,”

He gasps, a sharp breath that stabs his lungs. He feels sober from the confession.

His voice is gravelly when he speaks.

“Yeah, shit - me too,”

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. The address is correct, it has to be with the way this place looks. Only a hero could live here, with the floors that lead up to skies. He lives on 3rd floor, so you swallow your fear. You give yourself a thumbs up in the glass window pane of the building before entering through the doors.

When you get there, a box sits. You press the button next to his place, bouncing on the balls of your feet until you answer.

“Hello?,”

His voice feels different in real life. You cough.

“Uh, hi,” you greet awkwardly “I’m here,”

“Oh,” he says. You hear something buzz and then him again. “Come on up,”

And you do. The elevator ride feels like it stretches mild, classic piano echoing against the empty walls. You feel yourself feel sick but you’re not sure it’s from the movement. All you can do is fidget and wait.

When the doors open, you peak your head out into the hallway. He’s the first one on the left, just as promised. You can see a welcome mat - forest green, and something in you knows that it’s the right one.

You step up and knock, three times precisely. Your heart is all the way in your ears and everything in you is filled with unease and excitement.

When the door swings open, the world stops. You gape like a fish out of water in disbelief. He’s tall and big like he promised he’d be, but you’re unprepared. His chin is scruffy, eyes full of sleep. Strong chest and arms that seem to crowd your vision, you don’t know what do.

His expression is full to the brim with feelings you’ve never seen. He steps aside with his head ducked down.

“Come in,”

“Ah.. right,”

You take your shoes off and place them in the slippers meant for you - they fit you just right, and it can’t be a coincidence. Your heart swells up a little as you take your coat off, hanging it on the rack. You can feel his eyes as they linger on your silhouette.

“So -,”

Before you can get a word out, you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist. His scruff brushes against the skin of your neck as he holds you tightly too him. The warmth of his breath lingers on your neck - and he hiccups, a sob stored in his rib cages let out with a howl. The tears blur your vision too. You can feel his drip onto your shoulder as you snivel into his neck. Your legs feel weak, but he holds you up at the door - the only thing keeping you standing.

You cling around him tightly, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. It’s him, your soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. He’s real and holding you - and he smells like leather and sugar and a fireplace. He’s warm and strong and overwhelming and your crying into his shoulder with so much feeling you don’t know what to do. You hit him weakly, unsure of what do with yourself and he laughs.

“Damn you, shitty woman - makin’ me fucking cry,” but his voice is strained. It’s like something connected, how you feel each other so intimately in that moment. Not only because you’re soulmates, but because you love each other so deeply. Your heart feels heavy.

When you pull away, you manage to give him a warbly smile.

Your hands cradle his face - so handsome and wonderful. You lean forward, emboldened, and peck him. He melts into your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. It makes you grin.

Maybe you don’t realize that he had.

He’d been waiting for you all this time.

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Praise

Uraraka is right, Izuku thinks as she whispers something about not liking how much Bakugo is constantly insulting him.

"Kacchan is just like that," he says, trying to defend him, as always has. "He looks angry and curses a lot, but he's not bad."

"I don't like how he treats you," Uraraka insists, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't like it either," Todoroki cuts in, glaring at the table where Bakugo and his friends are eating at. He's yelling at them about something, but they don't seem to mind.

"You constantly praise him and compliment him and he just calls you 'idiot'," Uraraka mumbles furiously.

Izuku presses his lips together and considers the situation, maybe they have a point; he knows Bakugo likes when people praise him, but he clearly doesn't like it when Izuku does.

Perhaps he should stop at all.

***

He's so exhausted during a training exercise that even Aizawa looks at him and gives him permission to take a break. He sits on the floor next to him and takes the opportunity to take out his notebook.

Biting his bottom lip, Izuku starts writing every single thing he observes about his classmates' quirks.

He smiles to himself when he realizes how much Bakugo has changed; he's getting stronger now and has learned a technique or two in order to make his explosions last longer.

It's amazing; his lips part to say just that (as he always does) but he stops when he remembers the conversation he had with Uraraka earlier. He takes a deep breath and takes more notes instead.

The only good thing is that he doesn't have to stop himself from praising the rest of his classmates.

"That was great, Uraraka!" He says, beaming at the girl as she slowly gets down until she's really close to him. "I can see you can control better your need to puke. Also, I heard you could make a plane float the other day, that's pretty impressive."

Pleased, she smiles back at him before going back to her spot.

Izuku can hear a few explosions in the background.

"Todoroki!" The boy mumbles in awe; this time he's the one to approach since his break officially ended. "That's a whole new level of heat! How many degrees are we talking about?"

"I still don't know," the boy with mismatched hair says, staring back at him with a soft grin. "I'll let you know as soon as I find out."

"Great! Thank you!" Izuku beams, prompting Todoroki to look away as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

He keeps trying to exercise on his own for a couple of minutes before he gets distracted by Kirishima. He gasps when he realizes the boy can last longer with his body completely hard.

He mentions it out loud, as another furious explosion is heard next to them, and Kirishima giggles, rubbing the back of his neck, almost flustered.

"Thank you, Midoriya," he says, clearly pleased.

There's another explosion, this time louder, followed by a very angry scream. Bakugo has just blown up a huge column of cement.

"That's very manly, Bakugo!" Kirishima comments. Kaminari and Ashido praise him as well, although he doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to his friends.

Izuku realizes he's staring right at him with a frown upon his face.

His lips part, ready to tell him how amazing that was, but stops himself quickly, knowing it'll just end up with the other boy insulting him.

Turning around, he gets closer to Todoroki as he hears a growl, followed by another explosion.

"That's quite enough, Bakugo!" Aizawa scolds him.

***

"Alright. We'll start the sparring sessions today," Aizawa informs, as he walks around the room. He looks at the group quickly before pointing at Todoroki. "You're first. Alright, who wants to go against him?"

"ME!" Bakugo snarls, taking a few steps forward. Nobody is surprised, the blond has declared Todoroki his rival a couple of times already.

"Go, Bakugo!" Kaminari smirks.

"You can do it, Todoroki!" Izuku says almost at the same time. The boy looks back at him with a very pleased, but shy smile. He's blushing. "You have become quite stro–"

Before he can finish the sentence, Bakugo bares his teeth and tackles Todoroki to the ground.

Fortunately, Todoroki has had quite experience sparring so he manages to get Bakugo off by kicking him on the chest. However, he looks really pissed now.

They both do.

"No," Aizawa scolds before they can jump at each other's throats again. "I said sparring. Not dogfight."

He orders Bakugo to step back and chooses Ojiro instead.

Todoroki wins the new encounter pretty quickly.

"You both did great!" Izuku says immediately, already walking towards the boy with mismatched hair. "Todoroki, that was really impressive!"

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course! I think you've also become a little taller and stronger as well! You look ama–"

Bakugo tackles Todoroki a second time that day.

"That's enough!" Aizawa snarls, clearly angry. "Bakugo, get out!"

***

"Did you watch me, Deku?" Bakugo mumbles with a satisfied smile on his face. His team defeated class 1b team in five minutes.

It was amazing to watch. Especially considering that was all Bakugo's plan. Izuku can't help but grin when he realizes that he can actually work as a part of a team.

The frown upon Bakugo's face softens when he notices Izuku's smile.

When Ashido makes a comment to Bakugo about the way he used his explosions to fly on the air, Izuku reminds himself that Bakugo doesn't want an opinion or praise from a "nerd" like himself.

"Jiro! The thing you did with–"

Behind him Bakugo growls in frustration. Ashido is the only one that looks amused by his reaction.

"I was the one in charge!" He stomps in his direction until he's a few inches away from him.

"I... know?" Honestly, Izuku has no idea what Bakugo's problem is now. He wasn't even talking to him!

"Everything was my idea!" Bakugo growls.

"I didn't say it wasn't, Kacchan!"

Bakugo keeps glaring at him, it's almost like he's expecting something else from Izuku, but he has no idea what.

"Whatever!" He huffs, irritated, although he looks a little bit disappointed. He storms away quickly.

***

"I see you have... better control of your quirk now. That's... good."

For a moment, Izuku thinks he's dreaming or that Bakugo is being mind controlled. The rest of the class must be thinking something similar because they all look in utter shock.

They're back in the classroom; they had a training session earlier and spent almost an hour trying to come with special attacks.

Bakugo has turned on his seat to face him, even though his eyes are looking down the whole time.

"Uhh..." Izuku is flustered; he's not used to receive compliments from the other boy. "Thank y-you. You did great today."

The blond doesn't look up, but he nods as the ghost of a smile almost curls his lips upwards.

***

It keeps happening. Bakugo starts giving him advice as well; he gets closer to Izuku after each session and actually talks to him (instead of yelling) about his quirk.

Izuku doesn't understand.

He's also working harder than anyone else, to the point where it starts affecting him physically.

Izuku is amazed by his progress and part of him would like to tell the boy how impressed he is (like he used to) but Bakugo seems to be responding better when Izuku's compliments are not... that enthusiastic.

"Bakugo, even though you're doing an excellent job, you have to take it easy," Aizawa tells him, right after watching him blow up another rock that was on his way.

"I'm fine," he growls, prompting Izuku to roll his eyes at him.

He starts getting worried.

"You need to talk to him," Ashido corners him the next day, making Todoroki narrow his eyes at her. "It's getting worse. He's in the living room now, but he's planning to go to the gym."

"I don't think he'll listen to–"

"He will. Come on, Midoriya!"

Nervous, Izuku nods and shakes his head when Todoroki offers to go with him, he knows he has more opportunities if he goes alone.

"Deku," Bakugo turns his head up to look at him; there are shadows under his eyes. However, he doesn't frown at him.

"Kacchan, uhh... Why don't you take a break?" Izuku smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You have surpassed all of us already and–"

"It's not enough."

"What?" Izuku can't hide his concern anymore. "What do you mean? You'll only exhaust yourself!"

Bakugo looks away, clenching his teeth.

"I'm not good enough for you..."

The last thing it's said in a furious whisper, but Izuku manages to hear it anyway.

"I never said that!" He's alarmed and confused. Worried about the way his voice gets louder, he looks around, but realizes they're still alone.

"But it's different now! You don't... praise me anymore!"

Izuku blinks as Bakugo finally gets up from the couch to look at him in the eye.

"I thought you didn't like it! At least when I did it!"

"Are you kidding me?" Bakugo hisses. "All my life I've been trying to impress you!"

Feeling his cheeks like they're on fire, Izuku covers his face and groans.

This doesn't seem real, but it must be otherwise his body wouldn't be hurting from the training session.

"You always yelled at me whenever I complimented you so I thought–"

"I'm sorry," Bakugo cuts him off, voice rough. He's staring at his own feet. His eyes are hidden by his own hair, but he sounds like he's desperate. "I did that so you wouldn't notice how much I liked it. It's not an excuse... I just–I'm truly sorry."

Taking Bakugo's face in his hands, Izuku makes him look up.

"I forgive you," he mumbles, cheeks turning red. When he notices that Bakugo seems relieved he keeps going: "I... didn't say anything to you about your progress for the past weeks... But I have a few notes in my journal if you... want me to read them."

"I'd like that," Bakugo says after a couple of seconds. Izuku has never heard his voice sound that soft... ever.

"Great!" Izuku beams, taking out his notebook. Bakugo sits on the couch, trying to fight the smile curling his lips up. "However... You have to promise to go to bed early instead of going to the gym."

"Fine," Bakugo rolls his eyes. He takes Izuku's arm and pulls him closer to him.

"Wait! How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Something changes in those red eyes, something that tells Izuku their relationship will evolve somehow.

He's not sure he's ready for that.

There's a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, but it's completely different from everything Izuku has seen before. It makes him shiver.

"Well... you can always come to my dorm and make sure I stay there the whole night," Bakugo smirks.

Izuku freezes for a moment, feeling as the blush spreads down to his neck. No. Bakugo cannot be flirting with him, because Izuku doesn't know how to deal with that.

He starts missing the insults and the yelling.

"There's n-no need," he stammers. "I believe you."

"Come here, Izuku," Bakugo takes him by the waist and sits him on his lap.

"Kacchan, wait!" Izuku squeaks, knowing he'll die soon if things keep like that.

"Read me your notes," the blond blatantly ignores him, putting his arms around his waist as he settles his chin over his shoulder.

"O-Okay," he mumbles, giving in.

The others find them just like that when they walk back in the living room. Izuku tries to move, but Bakugo's arms are like they're made of steel around him. He cannot move.

Ashido winks at them.

"Glad to see you're in such good terms now," she giggles before joining the other girls.

Oddly enough, after the shock vanishes, the others keep talking to each other as if nothing had changed. Uraraka gives him a reluctant thumbs up while Todoroki narrows his eyes at Bakugo.

"You promised to read to me, Deku," the boy whispers, pulling him closer while Izuku nervously starts looking for Bakugo's page.

He's not sure if he'll ever get used to this (whatever has changed between them) but he must admit he kinda likes it.

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shotorozu · 4 years

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Hey! I read the post with Mirio, Kirishima and Shoto reacting to their SO's ex still being obsessed with them so i was wondering if you could be a version with Bakugo, Deku and Hawks! It's alright if not!

sure thing :) for this one, i’ll just cut it to the chase

your ex is still obsessed with you

characters : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, keigo takami (hawks)

legend: [Y/N = your name] gender neutral

toxic tendencies, beware‼️ (it’s not too too severe so don’t worry)

part one here

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bakugou katsuki

going after katsuki’s s/o is like,, attacking a group of hornets

it never ends well for you

being with baku’s s/o automatically makes you restricted to anyone else

and anyone that showed interest in you before backed off— or kept that to themselves

except for your ex

you and katsuki are coming back from getting snacks for your movie marathon later

and he’s listening to you talking, while you two are walking of course

and he catches the familiar face of your ex

it appears to be that he’s looking for someone.

and suddenly— he’s approaching the both of you, immediately recognizing you

baku’s grip on your hand tightens protectively, and you stop to question him

“it’s nothing, idiot. let’s just take a detour.”

“what?? but the dorm is right that way- oh.”

baku practically scowls, as your ex is calling out to you in a song like tune

now you both are trapped in, but bakugou creates space— so he’s not creeping in on you.

bakugou remembers your ex as the one that turned you into a completely different person

it was kinda painful, since he was pinning after you too

you were a relaxed person, and an overall optimistic individual

but being with your ex completely made you into a different person— your first thought always being the negative, and you were anxious overall

luckily, bakugou helped you out of that relationship— and gave you a sense of security

that was 10 months ago at this point

as soon as your ex opens their mouth, bakugou doesn’t waste time to shut them down

“shut your mouth, extra. you don’t know what you’re talking about at all.” he says as he moves with you to leave, not caring at all about what your ex has to say

your ex is spouting nonsense at this point, but you don’t hear it— since bakugou is distracting you with his own talking

when you guys get back, he pulls you onto his lap, his hand laced into yours

soft bakugou moment

“look Y/N, i know what you’re thinking just stop it. he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, what matters now is the present.”

you don’t say anything, but your grip on his hand tightens— as you rest your head on his shoulder “thank you, katsuki.”

you don’t see your ex again afterwards, but bakugou definitely blasted him into space

midoriya izuku

regarding your ex, he’s kinda nervous

not for him, but for you—

he’s worried that one day, you’ll accidentally bump into him— and you’ll be forced into an uncomfortable scenario

your ex was the one that never allowed you to be happy with other people

so constantly— you found yourself crying yourself to sleep

and izuku happened to see it, and he hated it!

he hated it because he wasn’t making you happy and he had a crush on you too, he’d make you happy 24/7

after a while, izuku convinced you to dump him— and it’s been a year since then

but your ex is still hung on for some reason

izuku is rambling while you guys head back after a date, and he’s listening to you reply to his rambling in adoration

but he looks back to where he’s walking for a split second— and he spots a familiar face

your ex!! (uh oh)

izuku squeaks, trying to convince you to take a detour— you don’t get a chance to question him

but you see your ex, which is at a reasonable distance still

and you understand immediately

you both try to just walk to your dorm nonchalantly, totally acting like no one is following you

but you’re both cornered, and your ex has this fake friendly aura around him

“what’s wrong, Y/N?” he sees that you’re not looking at him, “i just want to- is this your boyfriend?”

“yes!” izuku speaks, loud enough for your ex to hear.

“ah, aren’t you that midoriya kid? Y/N, are you that desperate? didn’t i tell you how i’m the only one that could make you happy?”

you blink, and midoriya frowns “don’t act like you know Y/N, please.”

he looks back at you, giving a nervous smile— before leaving with you, hand and hand

he doesn’t allow you to hear your ex say anything, as he speaks

“ahh! i was so nervous. i was worried he was going to do something to you!”

not that he’d need to protect you, since you’re strong

but he likes protecting you, you feel me??

he notices that you haven’t said much since seeing your ex, and he places his hands on your back

coaxing you to speak whatever is on your mind with his gentle touch

“are you okay Y/N? i hope you know that i love you, no matter what your ex says about you.”

you sigh, “i love you too izuku, i just.. seeing him today caught me off guard, especially after our date.”

you hug him, burying your head into the crook of his neck— and he smiles “don’t worry Y/N! you’ll never see him again.”

and he goes on his word :) you never see him again (though the reason is unknown)

keigo takami (hawks)

lets say you’re on your day off from heroing, while hawks is working

you’re getting groceries for later— to cook hawks his favorite food

and walking back, you don’t notice how your ex is trailing you

meanwhile, hawks is on his mini break— flying back to your apartment to see you

he’s surprised when he sees you walking with a hand of groceries

but he’s surprised x2 when he sees your ex trailing you

hawks knows your ex as the one that broke down your confidence, questioning your abilities and judging your appearance

he also had tendencies in destroying your items— so you wouldn’t be too attractive, y’know

you’re a confident person, that’s what hawks loved the most about you

but gradually day by day— he saw your confidence diminish

you were great friends before getting together

and he always caught you questioning or doubting yourself, if it would be which outfit would be best at getting lunch with him, or just getting groceries

and he didn’t like it at all, this isn’t you

so he was so glad to hear that you dumped him

it’s been a year and a half since (wow, an ex that’s really obsessed)

he’s following you, and hawks can see that you’re getting closer and closer to your apartment, and he’s getting closer and closer to you

uh oh

anyway, hawks swoops down— catching your ex off guard

“lovely day outside isn’t it citizen?” he says in a friendly matter, and your ex tries to make excuses for himself

“i’m j-just following them so they’re safe y’know! you make it sound like i’m planning something.”

hawks hums, “hm, and Y/N’s a hero, aren’t they? they can protect themselves.”

“who do you think you are anyway??”

“their boyfriend” hawks says deadpan, his face switches back to a friendly smile “don’t be mistaken, i know what you did to Y/N before. they’re a lot confident, and a lot happier with me.”

your ex clicks their tongue in annoyance, and walks away

hawks flies to your apartment— and calls out for your name

“keigo?” you call out “what was that about??”

hawks hums, wrapping his arms around you— his wings flutter “nothing Y/N, it’s just some weirdo. you should pay attention to your surroundings more! even if you’re a hero— dove.”

you don’t know what he’s talking about, but he seems content, so you’re happy.

hawks makes sure you don’t see your ex again— even if he has to resort to.. not so nice ways

to make sure you’re a happy song bird :))

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not steal my work :)

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asmallnerd · 3 years

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Autistic Shoto Todoroki

The analysis

First off, I would like to say that this is purely a passion project. I am not a professional, I am an autistic teenager and I’m just very interested in this character because I heavily relate to him. I’ve collected some scenes from the manga and two specific things from the third light novel.

If you could boost this (if you’re interested that’d be great because while I really enjoy doing this it does take a lot of time! With that being said let’s dive into this and I hope you find this interesting!

Could Shoto Todoroki be autistic? Here is why I think he absolutely could.

Emotional perception

Let’s start with one of the most obvious things about his character. The emotional factor.

Shoto doesn’t emote in the way his peers do. Now, of course this also plays into the brooding mysterious guy archetype, but that’s not what we’re talking about.

Shoto’s face is typically relatively neutral, this is apparent from the moment we first meet him and while he does tend to express his emotions more clearly later in the story, it doesn’t ever really change. Something that immediately comes to mind is how in chapter 202 Iida asks if Shoto is alright because Iida noticed his expression change (because he knows him very well by this point). Ojiro points out that he did not notice this, since Shoto’s face barely changes at all.

We see Shoto in a lot of situations where his peers show excitement while his expression remans completely flat. This lack of emoting is something extremely common in people with autism. It’s not that they don’t have emotions or don’t express them at all, they just do it in a way that is hard to understand for people outside the spectrum or those who don’t know the autistic individual very well. They often struggle to understand what emotion they’re feeling in the first place and of course it’s hard to express feelings if you don’t know what you’re feeling.

Shoto doesn’t only show difficulty expressing his emotions but also recognizing those of other people. One of the best examples of this is the final exam arc, where he gets paired up with Yaoyorozu. In chapter 63 specifically, he doesn’t realize that Yaoyorozu is upset about something even though to someone else it’d probably have been obvious. Only when Aizawa points out that he should listen to her does he notice that he’s been doing something wrong. Shoto didn’t notice she was upset, and he didn’t notice he was being rude.

Emotions and emotional responses are continuously shown to be difficult for Shoto to handle. What he has absolutely no issues with, on the other hand, are academics. Of course, we can naturally assume that he’s been drilled to study hard from a very young age, but he is also extremely intelligent outside of the classroom. During the sports festival he is the first person shown to figure out that the obstacle course poses a lot more disadvantages to the people in the lead, during the practical exam, he is able to come up with a solid strategy very quickly.

During the training camp arc, him and Deku are the ones to come up with a strategy to protect Bakugo on the spot. He also doesn’t seem to consider his intelligence anything special. A lot of autistic people tend to assume that other people’s experiences align with their own. This can be seen when he seems surprised about Denki worrying that he’ll fail the written final exam. He asks how he could possibly fail if he’s been attending class, like the concept is entirely foreign to him (also there’s about a 0% chance this was a joke because this is Shoto we’re talking about.) He is very good at logical problem solving but emotional issues seem to stump him.

Literacy and verbal filters

Moving on, another big factor that Shoto seems to struggle with is his tendency to be overly literal and very blunt. There are several instances where he says things that we as readers as well as other characters perceive as insensitive. Once again, his interaction with Denki about the final exams (chapter 60) can be an example. He didn’t seem to think it was inappropriate and because this is Shoto, he didn’t ask to tease him either. Denki even points out that this was insensitive to say. A more subtle example is his conversation with Izuku in chapter 73, when they talk about Kota. His overall phrasing is fine, but he remains very blunt and direct and essentially ends up telling Izuku that his tendency to cut to people’s hearts with his words is annoying.

My personal favorite for an example can be found in chapter 83, in the hospital after the training camp, when the class visits Izuku, Shoto points out that “Of course Bakugo isn’t here.” Needless to say, he couldn’t possibly have timed this statement any worse. It wasn’t necessary in the first place, but he didn’t register it as something inappropriate to say.

One example of not him being unintentionally rude but just showing a different approach to telling the truth is seen in the third light novel. The fifth chapter revolves around the class preparing a birthday party for Iida. At one point, Sato asks if Iida has food allergies out of nowhere. Iida naturally asks why he needs to know this, Shoto is immediately ready to answer the question honestly, which would have spoiled the surprise, had Izuku not stepped in.

Autistic people often have trouble seeing whether something is or isn’t appropriate to say. Neurotypical people’s brains have a filtering process, it helps them be aware of possible responses to a statement. This filtering process is not functional or only limited in autistic people.

Shoto is also overly literal. In chapter 57, he gets upset over his friends continuously getting their hands hurt and refers to himself as “the hand crusher”. He is very serious about this and does not understand how Iida and Izuku could possibly think he was joking.

In chapter 164, he answers Gang Orca’s metaphoric question entirely seriously. During the interview training in chapter 241 he first seems confused by the made-up mission in the first place. He then proceeds to ask Mt Lady if she has a heart condition when she uses the phrase “My heart would burst out of my chest”. Finally, he appears genuinely horrified when she calls him a “lady killer” (“My smile will kill women..?!”)

In chapter 257, when Mineta claims school talk will “ruin the taste of the food”, Shoto simply says it tastes the same to him, to which Mineta proceeds to call him out for being overly literal.

Autistic people typically struggle to understand jokes and sarcasm, in fact, it’s often one of the main characteristics in people with an ASD diagnosis.

Overfamiliarity and Oversharing

Shoto’s tendency to overshare is another thing that is very typical foe ASD.

He doesn’t seem to understand that telling his life story to a classmate he’s barely interacted with prior is not exactly an appropriate thing to do. He repeats this later with All Might and, most notably, in chapter 165, when talking to the preschoolers during his provisional licensing course.

He also seems to have a slightly different perception of what makes someone friends than his classmates. As shown in chapter 241, to him, spending time with Bakugo during the licensing course is enough to deem them friends. Even when Bakugo points out that there is no correlation between the time spent together and friendship, he still doesn’t seem to understand.

Autistic people tend to become overly familiar and are easily attached to people if they perceive just one of their interactions as positive.

Attachment to inanimate things

This is something not really shown in the manga, but noteworthy, nonetheless. We know that Shoto, upon moving into the dorm building, remodeled his entire room from a modern, more western style room, into a traditional Japanese style one. The second chapter of the third novels goes into depth about why he did this. Shoto was entirely dumbstruck and thrown off by how different the room is from what he was used to. He knew the traditional Japanese rooms from home and his brain assumed that the dorms would be the same. He felt like the different style was wrong. He doesn’t like the unfamiliar flooring and even a small thing like the positioning of the light switch bother him.

He’s not comfortable in the unfamiliar environment, so he decides to change it.

Autistic people often struggle to adjust to changes. In environment and routine. They feel most comfortable in a well established and familiar routine, that includes the feel of their living space. A change of environment this drastic would be extremely stressful for someone on the spectrum.

Another thing that isn’t particularly obvious but does make sense when considered is that Shoto seems to have a comfort food (cold soba). While he’s never shown or stated to be a picky eater he does seem to opt for the same food whenever he gets the chance. Autistic people often have a very restricted diet due to sensory processing issues that apply to food textures, smells and taste.

Additional points

Shoto seems to be a little face blind. He doesn’t know who Kota is when Izuku mentions him, which seems to genuinely surprise Izuku. He also didn’t remember Inasa at all despite them having been at the same entrance exam.

In chapter 202 he’s shown completely zoning out. Of course, this can happen to anyone, I just found it interesting because it was shown so clearly, making it obvious that it was something we should pay attention to.

In the novel chapter in which he remodels his room it is also mentioned that the feeling of synthetic floor against his feet upsets him.

Shoto also seems relatively indifferent to temperature. Of course, that would correlate to his quirk as well, but it is also common for autistic people to struggle with temperature perception as well as other things that neurotypical people don’t struggle to recognize like hunger or thirst. This specifically applies to situations where you would typically end up in pain like, for example, frostbite. Shoto would obviously be used tot his but him showing no reaction at all to his body halfway freezing over was a little unnerving.

He also is shown to be relatively uninterested in certain social events like for example the room competition after the class moves into the dorms. He doesn’t want to be there; he’d rather go to sleep. In the beginning he also shows clear disinterest in making friends with his classmates. Both very typical things for people on the spectrum.

In chapter 244, Hawks asks Shoto a question in a way that seems to confuse him so much he can’t even form a coherent response. [Hawks: “Seemed like you were in trouble, Endeavor.” Endeavor: “Me? Not a chance.” Hawks: “But it seemed that way, didn’t it, Shoto?” Shoto: “Um..I…uh…”]

He probably didn’t register if Hawks actually wanted him to answer or not.

In chapter 64 he mistakes Yaoyorozu crying for her feeling sick, horribly misreading her expressions.

This last point is more personal than the rest, watching his reactions to Endeavor’s fight with the Nomu in chapter 190 made me think of the stress progression that often causes autistic shutdowns. Shoto was clearly becoming more and more stressed as he was watching and once it was over simply seemed to shut down. That is a very typical response to emotional distress or overstimulation in autistic people.

Final disclaimer

This is purely for my own entertainment; it is not meant to be offensive to anyone and I am not saying that this is absolutely what is going on. I’m simply elaborating on a theory/headcanon that I have. That being said, if you have questions feel free to drop them in the ask box, I’d be thrilled!

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Hey! i just wanted to say that i love your writing. So this may be a little complicated if thats okay but i had cancer when i was younger and i would like to see if you could write about kirishima and bakugo (separately) crush being hit by a quirk that makes them younger again or something like that and them seeing their crush in a horrible state like they cant walk anymore . IM SORRY if this is complicated you dont have to do bakugo if its too much.

a/n: hi! tysm <3!! of course, i hope you're doing well hun !! if there's anything you need me to change/edit within this please let me know!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o being hit by a quirk that makes them the age when they were sick

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, angst

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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It’s been a tough day on the field, especially with a villain attack appearing from seemingly nowhere. It’s caused a mess, and everyone’s on edge.

Most noticeable though is Bakugou. You’re fighting one on one with this villain and he doesn’t doubt your abilities by any means, but you’re worn down and tired, your movements are slower, you’re starting to reach your limit.

And all it takes is one hit from this nameless villain’s quirk and you’re down for the count.

Bakugou’s tired of fending off goons and dashes over to you, taking down the villain to the best of his ability.

But what he doesn’t expect is when he turns back to you, instead of seeing you, he sees the pile of your clothes covering a much smaller version of you.

You’ve shrunk?

No, you’ve gotten younger.

Just barely lifting your head, you start to cough.

“Shit, hey get someone over here!” Bakugou shouts to one of the other students, hoping an adult could rush over and try and help-not that he needed it, but he was worried.

It wasn’t long before another pro hero was wrapping your younger self up in your clothes.

If Bakugou had to guess, he’d say you were around five to eight years old.

You sat in a hospital bed for a few hours before Aizawa finally arrived, noticeably worried about the state you were in. You didn’t even remember the people standing around you.

“They’re in critical condition. If this age regression quirk has sent their body back in time, we’re going to be in a bit of hurry to get them back to their normal state. They’ve had a history of medical concerns.”

Bakugou has to step out of the room, supported by Kirishima and Kaminari as he tries not to seem like he’s heavily affected by the state your in.

“They’re going to be fine, if it’s just some sort of temporary affect, they’ll be back to their healthy old self soon!” Kaminari tries to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t seem to help.

When you’re released from the hospital to return back to campus, you’re placed under surveillance.

You’re much younger now, and you can barely walk, it’s tearing everyone apart. All of your friends stop by whenever they can, trying to see if you remember them which usually never works.

Bakugou stops by often as well, normally at night when no one else comes around.

He talks about little things like All Might and always brings in his little toy figurines that he’d swore he’d never show anyone.

You laugh and smile, waving them around making all sorts of noises all while ignoring the fact that Bakugou is nearly in tears at the sight of you.

The effects last two weeks. It’s the longest two weeks of everyone’s lives, most importantly Bakugou’s.

When you wake up and see Bakugou sound asleep beside you, his head laying on the medical bed you’d been sleeping in for the past two weeks, you’re confused.

“Hey, Katsu’?” You ruffle his blonde hair and he’s up instantly.

He’s embracing you in the tightest hug known to man, surely putting All Might’s to shame.

Kissing you too, he can’t stop himself from holding you and mumbling about how worried he was about and how he’ll never let something like that happen to you again.

“I never dabbled in my past much, but I’m doing much better now, I’m sorry I gave you a scare.” You rub his cheek, wiping away a few rare tears that fall from his crimson eyes.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” He utters, his lips pointing upward in a smile.

“I love you too.”

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eijiro kirishima

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The fight is surely rigged. There’s no way you’re going to win, not alone anyway.

Kirishima is making his way to you as fast as he can, but when he gets to you it’s far too late.

You’re cowering before him, your costume baggy on your visibly smaller and weaker frame, tears pouring from your eyes as your body strains to stand upright.

The villain is gone, but not too far gone that they don’t get captured by patrolling pros on the scene.

Rushing you to the nearest hospital to undergo some sort of evaluation, all Kirishima can do in the meantime is wait alongside Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and even a slightly less angry Bakugou.

When the nurse returns to explain your situation, Kirishima is mortified.

Refusing to leave your side until he’s forced to by Mina to take care of himself because it’s what you’d tell him to do, all he can do is wait and hope that you’ll get better.

You can’t walk without having someone help you, and the worst part is, you don’t even recognize him.

Kaminari takes the role of making you smile and laugh while Kirishima adds throws in random memories turned into stories hoping it’ll jog some part of your memory connected to how old you actually are.

But nothing seems to work and all you can do is sit in wonder as he tells you about how present-pre age regression quirk you is really super awesome.

After being scolded by Mina on day one, Kirishima manages to take care of himself, but he spends most if not all of his free time with you.

In a way it’s domestic, imagining the possible inevitability of raising a family with you, you’d always jokingly said he was great with kids.

Taking care of you is nice, he enjoys doing it now, buying you little gifts, helping you get something off a high shelf or just being a gentleman for you.

Holding the door for you, carrying your bags even when you yell at him not to and he swears a part of you has been inspired by Bakugou.

After the first week, he begins to get settled in, thinking if this is going to last a while, he wants to help however he can.

Aizawa ushers him to pay attention to studies and that you’re strong enough to power through this, and he understands, he believes wholeheartedly you are.

But part of him is sort of upset. He’d never known that you used to be like this. He hoped when it was all over you could explain.

And sure enough, after two weeks, you wake up, as if those two weeks had never happened.

You don’t seem to have much recollection of the two weeks, only a few hours on the last day seem to make it through to you.

Kirishima greets you with a hug and thousands of kisses.

He doesn’t let you go for hours, weeping into your embrace as he begs you to never scare him like that again.

You console him all while telling him about your past and the history of your medical condition and he understands. He’s thankful you’re where you are now, and he’s so happy to see back to your normal self again after those two weeks.

“I stayed with you as much as you could.” Kirishima whispers, kissing your cheek. Kaminari lifts his head up and starts laughing.

“Yeah, he was so worried about you. You’ve got yourself a keeper.” He jokes, making Kirishima’s cheeks match shades with his hair.

“I love you.” You mumble against his skin, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too.”

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namjoon-koya · 3 years

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Can I please have Mirio, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Bakugo reacting to their crush working at a maid cafe? She would be surprised to see them but she genuinely enjoys her job and serves them, minus the gropers and cat callers but if they touch or harass a maid, they get tossed out immediately (This is a “look but don’t touch” establishment). She just never felt the need to bring it up but she enjoys the cute uniform, taking selfies with customers who ask/pay, and is very sweet to both staff and customers so she’s popular.

(A/N: SKSK I’m glad I got this request in)

Trigger warning: reader getting catcalled + harassed. Cuss words? Please don’t read if you’re sensitive to those things.

It was a cute cat cafe (this boi loves cats alright😤) so he just went inside to check it out.

What he didn’t expect was to see you.. in a maid outfit (yes now his heart was beating quick) he expected you to run off when you saw him, but you smiled at him.

“Shinsou! What are you doing here?” You asked him.

oH gOd he couldn’t tell you because of the cats! It’s his secret..

“J-just wanted to check this place out..” he mumbled.

“Oh! Well I’ll take you to your table.” You said as you lead him to a table that was empty.

You gave him a menu before leaving to serve another customer.

He tried focusing on the menu, but he couldn’t help but just stare at you. Usually people dreaded having jobs yet.. you seemed to enjoy it even when costumers asked to take pictures with you, you’d smile and say sure.

When you were done you were going to go back to Shinsou until you heard someone whistle at you.

Your jaw clenched together this was the only thing you hated about this job people harassing you and whistling at you like some kind of dog! There were times you wanted to yell at them, but you bit back your tongue and proceeded to move on.

Until.. the person decided to get up and grab your arm and yank you back towards them.

“Hey I called you don’t fucking walk away from me.”

Once Shinsou saw what happened he quickly rose to his feet ready to save you, but your manager quickly came out “hey asshole! This is a look but don’t touch establishment! Don’t put your filthy hands on them.” Your manger uses their quirk to make the person let go of you.

Once your freed from the person’s grasp Shinsou quickly pulls you over to him shielding you.

Your manager kicks the person out and you sigh in relief “sorry you had to see that shinsou..” you apologize. “Don’t apologize that asshole shouldnt do stuff like that especially to you Y/N.” You blushed.

“T-thank you..” you were going to say more until your friend told you that a customer was requesting you “I-ill be right back!”

You didn’t even have time to return to Shinsou as some costumers kept requesting you asking you if you were fine and even offered to buy you something, but you kept denying their requests.

Once you finally made it back to Shinsou he chuckled “Y/N you’re very popular you know.. I’m not suprised considering how sweet you are.”

Stupid Kirishima he was the one that was dragging Bakugou to a dumb cafe he didn’t even want to go! He wanted to stay in his room or at least go work out not go to some cafe.

Entering the cafe Bakugou’s mood didn’t change until Kirishima whispered to him “Dude! Look it’s Y/N!” Now THAT caught Bakugou’s attention.

He quickly snapped his attention to where you were and oH my gOd did his face become red from blushing.

You were wearing.. a MAID OUTFIT?! Why?!

You heard a commotion from the entrance and when you looked over you saw Bakugou and Kirishima you smiled walking over to them “I never expected you guys to come here! Especially you Bakugou!” You teased.

“S-shut up.. Kirishima made me come..”

“Hm.. well follow me I’ll take you to your table.” You said grabbing two menus and lead them to an empty table you gave them the menus before leaving as your manager had told you a costumer was requesting you.

Bakugou continued to watch you as you went table to table often talking to some costumes to even taking selfies with them.

“Aw are you making sure no one messes with them Bakugou?” Kirishima teased “shut up! I’m just.. wondering why they’re so popular! That’s all!” Kirishima laughed “you aren’t jealous right?” “M-me?!” Before Bakugou could make a comeback at Kirishima he saw you talking to a man.. he oddly looked suspicious.

Even Kirishima became quiet and continued to watch with concern he could tell you were become uncomfortable as your body was tensing up what the hell is he saying to you? Bakugou wondered.

That’s when it happened the man had groped you, you slapped his hand away and quickly stumbled back.

Bakugou was enraged and so was Kirishima (your his friend he doesn’t want anyone to do that type of stuff to you especially without your permission)

“What’s wrong didn’t you like-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as Bakugou had rushed over and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing! Fucking pervert don’t ever lay your hands on them again!” Bakugo shouts your manager had quickly rushed over to the commotion “this is a look but don’t touch establishment and I will not take you harassing my employees!” Thankfully your manager called the cops after the whole incident.

Bakugou was still upset at the whole incident he can’t believe that some people are like that! “Bakugou are you okay?” You asked.

He sighed “shouldn’t I be asking you that? The fucking pervert did that to you!” He shouts angrily.

“I know.. but thank you for helping me back there if you weren’t there to grab him quickly he might’ve just ran off.” Bakugou blushed.

“I-if it makes you feel better dumbass I’ll always visit you when you have work so you don’t have to worry about things like that..”

He’s going to drag Kaminari to go with him LMAO (doubt he would complain though)

Kaminari is the first person to see you and he’s like “look Kirishima it’s Y/N!!” Once Kirishima turns his attention to you he BLUSHES that it almost matches his hair color.

You’re in a maid outfit and he’s freaking out in the inside.

You’re beautiful just absolutely stunning well you’re always stunning.. KiRi being a soft boi.

You greet them happily “you work here Y/N?” Kaminari asked “yup! It’s a really cool job y’know! Here I’ll take you guys to a table.” You said as you started walking they followed right behind you.

Kaminari was mostly doing all the talking while Kirishima was more quiet he was never a really shy person yet he was acting shy right now which irritated him a bit.

Once they got seated you gave them a menu “I’ll give you guys a few minutes to look over things.” You said leaving.

Kirishima kept his gaze down at his menu as he read the list of foods and drinks that you guys had, but then he heard Kaminari laugh “what’s funny?” Kirishima asked.

“Y/N is really popular ive already seen her take 4 selfies with different people.”

Well.. Kirishima wouldn’t be suprised you’re extremely loving and sweet..

Once you were done you were going to go back to Kirishima and Kaminari until you heard someone catcall you.

It made your stomach turn, but you decided to ignore him that’s what you usually did and sometimes they’d understand or mutter something offense under their breath.

This guest wasn’t though they quickly shot up from their seat and grabbed you arm “what the fuck I give you a compliment and you decide to ignore it? Spoiled b-“

You saw Kaminari come from the side and pry the person’s hand off your arm then you felt someone pull you back you looked up and saw Kirishima glaring at them you’ve never seen him.. so protective of you.

“Listen dude I’ve never been to a maid cafe before, but I do know that it’s a look but don’t touch establishment.” Kaminari said angrily.

One of your co-workers told the manager what happened and kicked the guest out and told them “never come back again asshole!”

Kirishima still had his arms wrapped around you protectively “uhm.. kiri.. it’s okay now.” You said trying to soothe him.

“I-I know.. I just can’t believe someone would do that to you Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you fast enough.”

“You’re here though.. so I’m happy for that kiri.”

Oh boy he takes Tamaki and Nejire with him because the big 3 always gotta hang out with each other 😤

Once they’re inside Mirio is busy talking with Tamaki that he doesn’t even notice that you were there until Nejire was look “Mirio look it’s Y/N! Doesn’t she look beautiful?” He looks over and sees you.

I feel like he wouldn’t be blushing at all and he’s going to be bold about it and be like “heck yeah look at you sunshine!” (You’re going to be the one blushing)

You take them to a table and talk for them a bit before handing them some menus and leaving.

Nejire and Tamaki were the only ones looking down at the menu while Mirio kept looking at you, he noticed how a lot of people seemed so comfortable talk with you and at least 7 people took pictures with you!

“Y/N is really popular isn’t she Mirio?” Nejire said.

“Y-yes she is..”

“Mirio! Did I just hear you stutter? That’s new! Mirio you should ask Y/N out after this y’know a little birdie told me she isn’t dating anyone.”

Yeah Nejire is definitely is trying to set you two up she did the exact same thing with you when you kept staring at Mirio.

While you were taking someone else’s order you could tell their eyes kept lingering you and it was started to become uncomfortable.. usually guests would look down at their menu or even just take one glance at you before looking down again.

Once you were done you were about to leave until they grabbed your arm you kept yanking your arm back, but their grasp were too strong you were about to yell for your manager until you saw someone grab the person’s hand and yanked it away making the person let go of yours.

You looked up and saw Mirio.. he was always known to not be angry and make calm decisions, but you could tell how angry he was in his eyes.

Nejire came beside you checking your arm “Are you alright Y/N?” “Y-yeah I should go get my manager.” You said leaving.

Even Tamaki looked scary he was always shy and nervous yet even he was glaring at the man.

Once you told your manager they were pissed they stomped over to the man “Listen here! This is a only look but don’t touch establishment! You harassed my employee and now you’re banned from coming here again.” Once they had kicked the person out of the cafe you let out a relief sigh.

“Are you alright sunshine?” Mirio asked.

“Y-yeah.. that was just so sudden I didn’t even see that coming.. thank you for saving me back there.”

Mirio nods “I wouldn’t let someone hurt you like that sunshine especially when I’m around.”

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

Music Collection | Tip Jar | Requests!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building 🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Hiii again !! Can I request a song fic for my man Bakugo pleaaase

Love you

Babe, you never make this easy for me, but... I've got this.... Bruno Mars Marry you is my inspiration for this…

Everyone told you that you were dumb for dating a Pro hero. It was pointless since you'd most likely end up being alone most of the time or even worse, you'd be a widow. It was their negative comments that made you want to prove them wrong. Sure, you were a hero too, even if you weren't as well known as them.

So when you started dating Bakugo, all the negative comments were so much worse. 'He's so abrasive' or 'he's always so angry' were the first things people would say. Your favorite was, 'how could anyone like somebody like that?' the first few times you didn't pay any attention. You avoided people most of the time, but after you and he had been dating for nearly six months, you had enough.

The next person who said anything negative would get your wrath, so when the next person came up to you, you were really aggravated.

"What's it like dating a hero who acts like a villain?" They asked. You screwed your face in anger. Why did everyone suddenly have an opinion of him or your love life?

"Katsuki Bakugo is one of the smartest, amazing people I know. I am sorry that he isn't everyone's 'ideal' hero, but he is my ideal person. He is brave and puts himself in danger to save you, and the public constantly. That is what heroes do. If you think he's that terrible and deserves to be compared to a villain-" You were cut off by a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your waist.

"That's enough babe." He whispered low into your ear. The two of you hardly ran into one another when working, but when you did, he always made a show of it, letting everyone know that you belong to him.

You listened, turned on your heel, and left the civilians where they stood. You and he walked back to his apartment as quickly as you could. You were so angry and mad. When you got there, you felt a wave or relief wash over you.

Bakugo didn’t say a word, he left the room to shower while you made dinner. Something you always did when you were at his place. It just felt nice. You were waiting for dinner to finish when you felt Bakugo warp his strong arms around you once again. He pressed little kisses and nuzzles into your neck, biting and nipping here and there.

Growing a bit frustrated and frisky you turned around to properly kiss Bakugo, while your tongues intertwined, you could sense his hesitation.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him glancing over his face trying to read it.

“Nothing. I am just glad I have you on my side. Unlike those dumbasses.” He told you, but you didn’t believe him.

“I know you’re up to something…what is it?” You asked him unsure of what it was.

“I was thinking of doing something really dumb. It is not dumb for me, but maybe for you. I don’t even know if you like it, so if you say no. I will understand” He asked with a mix of hope and nervous in his voice.

“O…Kay?” You stood there uncertain of what he was about to say.

“I want to marry you.” He told you as he got down on one knee. It wasn’t how he planned it, but seeing you today solidified his feelings about you even more.

You stood there blinking for a moment. You were not sure if what he said was true, not because you didn’t feel the same, but you were not sure if he did. In your mind, you’d take him exactly as he was, could he do the same for you?

“Fuck! I knew it was too soon.” He muttered under his breath as he slowly turned away. His mumbling caught your attention, you saw him walking away sullenly.

“YES!” That was all you could scream out before you tackled him to the floor and placed kisses all over his face.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #Dina asks #Lorelie answers #Lorelie’s song event

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nillabeam · 4 years

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hiii!! can i request bakugou x reader pls!! one-shot where in mina announces to class 1a that she knows who the reader likes, n everyone takes there guesses. then someone jokingly says bakugou n thats when she out of character gets flustered n runs away, thanks!!

pairings: bakugoxf!reader

warnings: fluff!!!! PURE WHOLESOME SAP!!! also language

a/n: @number1bakuhoe this one’s for you! thank you for the super cute request!! this was so wholesome!! hopefully you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

You’re cool and well liked, reliable, level headed, your grades are good, you have a strong quirk, oh and you’re also beautiful.

You’re damn near perfect, except for one little thing: your secret crush on Bakugo Katsuki.

Before class Mina gathers everyone’s attention, it doesn’t work so she stands on her desk, yelling at everyone until they finally shut up and pay attention.

Mina locks eyes with you, and announces she knows your crush.

She’s bullshitting of course, but you couldn’t help the little bit of panic you felt, maybe she did know?

Had you said anything you shouldn’t have?

Did you let your gaze linger too long?

Maybe you talked about him in your sleep??

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell us then?” You call her bluff, convincing yourself she’s just trying to torment you like always.

Mina pauses a moment since she wasn’t expecting you to actually call her out, now she’s standing on her desk, everyone’s attention on her, expecting her to reveal some juicy gossip.

She’s got nothing.

She looks around the room her eyes searching for a possible crush candidate.

“Mmm Deku—“ she replies, her tone lacks confidence and she looks unsure.

Deku turns to face the class his face red and eyes wide “w-w-w-w-what???” He buries his face in his hands and you smile at how easily flustered he is.

“He’s adorable but no.” You respond and Deku looks a little relieved while you’re pretty sure Uraraka is shooting you the dirtiest look she could manage with that round little face of hers.

“Sero—“ she tries again

“No.” you have your face cupped in your hands and you’re looking at Mina expectantly.

“Someone else guess i got nothing.” Mina hops down from her desk and shrugs.

Sero chimes in, “Kirishima?”

You watch as Kirishima rubs the nape of his neck nervously before you answer. “No.” You offer an apologetic smile and he blushes a little.

“What about Aoyama?” Krishima tries, desperate to get the attention off of himself.

“No.” You try not to laugh at that one.

“Me.” Kaminari adds and everyone laughs at that one.

Mintea rolls his eyes, his arms crossed, for once he looks serious, “It’s obvious it’s Todoroki—every girl has the hots for him.”

You shake your head, “No—listen you’ll never guess it because I don’t have a crush-” You start.

“What about Bakugo?” Todoroki says innocently, and you tense up involuntary.

“Pftt—yeah like Y/N would ever like Baku-“ Kaminari starts but your expression makes him redirect his train of thought.

“Bakugo??? Seriously?” He asks, leaning forward in his seat

“N-No.” you mumble under your breath.

“I don’t know Y/N, you don’t seem very confident in that answer.” Sero notes, now wearing a smug smirk.

Mina hops from her desk cooly and walks over to you, she pauses before slamming her palms down onto your desk.

“It’s so obvious! Good girl falls for the bad boy!” Mina says matter of factly, Kaminari crosses his arms and kicks his feet onto his desk

“It’s a classic trope, one of us should have noticed by now-” He lets out a long sigh.

You can’t speak, you open your mouth but nothing comes out, instead you bury yourself in the crooks of your elbows, trying to drown out the elevating voices of your over excited peers, and also to hide the deep red blush covering your cheeks.

A soft hand rests on your shoulder, Momo’s voice is soothing compared to the rest, “Leave Y/N alone, if she says she it’s not him then take her word for it.” You glance up at her hopefully.

“Besides, Y/N is so nice and Bakugo is...well..” Momo adds, and you can tell she’s trying to understand the situation, but she’s only making it worse.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Bakugo’s voice calls from the other side of the room and Momo jumps.

Uraraka chimes in now, “She has a point Bakugo, Y/N doesn't really seem like she’d go for your type. It makes more sense for her to be with someone nice, like Kirishima.”

Kirishima puts his hands up in defense, “What do you mean?? Bakugo’s great, a little rough around the edges but it’s not that weird for Y/N to like him.” He replies, his loyalty to his friend on full display.

You had to get out.

It was too much.

Your entire class was now arguing about your love life, who you should like, and who you shouldn’t like, and exactly why you should or shouldn’t and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

You stand up, head down, determined to leave, when Mina grabs your wrist.

“Hey! You haven’t told us if you like him or not!”

“Don’t touch me!” You tear your wrist from her grip, and the room goes silent.

All eyes are on you now.

You feel hot and think for a second your knees might buckle, when they don't you take the opportunity to run out of the classroom.

Iida stands up, “I hope you’re all happy with yourselves, you’ve embarrassed the poor girl half to death!” He presses his glasses onto the bridge of his nose.

“Someone is going to have to take responsibility for this mess.” He says looking disappointedly at Mina.

Who shifts her attention to Bakugo, and of course the rest of the class does the same.

“What the fuck? ME?” Bakugo snaps, but the class doesn’t budge.

You ran until you found a nice empty spot on a stairwell.

You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself before you sit down, burying your face in your arms again.

Maybe you could transfer to a different school where you didn’t like a boy and your class didn’t make a fool of you and you didn't just run out of the room like the main character of a shojo manga.

“You better not be crying.” Bakugo’s voice carries in the empty stairwell and you jump, you didn't even know he was there.

He leans cooly against the wall adjacent from you. Vermillion eyes as intense as ever, and they were looking right into yours.

“I’m not crying-” You snap, toying with your skirt, “I was just..overwhelmed.” You admit, shifting your gaze to the floor.

“I needed a second to think, to breathe.” You add and he shifts his weight to bury his hands in his pockets.

“Why didn’t you just answer?” He asks flatly and you’re a little surprised.

“You’re telling me you would have just answered a question like that no problem?” You ask, unconvinced.

He shrugs a bit, “Yeah, it’s not shameful to like someone. It is pretty damn cowardly to hide it from everyone though.” He adds and you can feel your cheeks heat up, annoyed at how coy he was acting.

“Then you answer it if it’s so easy. Who do you like?”

A hint of blush tints his porcelain skin, he rolls his eyes. “Tch, don’t make this about me because you’re too goddamn scared of what everyone thinks to admit you like me.” His tone is laced with irritation but also something else. It’s gruff but softer than usual.

“S-Scared? I’m not scared to admit anything!” You snap.

“So you’re ashamed then?” He snaps back.

“N-No!” You’re standing now, fists balled at your sides.

“I like you! I have for a long time and it’s a little scary to admit it right to your face but i’m not ashamed of anything.” You feel heat rise into your ears and they start to ring a little.

“You’re mean and cold and sometimes you act like an asshole, but you’re also loyal and honest and you’re going to be a great hero someday and-” You realize you’re starting to ramble and you look up expecting Bakugo to be annoyed but he just looks..surprised.

“N-Now it’s your turn! Do you have a crush on anyone?” You’re suddenly filled with a rush of confidence from finally getting the confession off of your chest.

“I guess you could call it that-” He mumbles, and you jab a finger in his face.

“Who is it?” You ask, gaze intense.

“Tch-”

“Answer it.”

“You.”

There’s a brief pause as you process the information.

Bakugo shifts his weight, clearly starting to get uncomfortable.

“Well aren’t you going to say something-” He starts but he’s cut off by your lips against his own. He falters for a minute, his cheeks stained red, he fumbles a little in an attempt to pull you near him, his arms feel so large when they finally wrap around you.

Your chest is burning and you can feel your heartbeat ring in your ears.

The kiss is a little clumsy, you can tell he doesn’t have much experience, but there’s chemistry and he’ll just have to practice. With you. A lot.

You pull away, and you can tell he’s reluctant. The way he bites his lower lip almost makes you steal him away to the empty dorms but you know you have a class to face.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” You mock, and he pinches your sides. “Shut up.” You start to laugh, and he covers his smile with his knuckles. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you walk back to class, neither of you say anything but you don't have to. He says it in the way he lets his shoulder brush up against yours from walking too close to you. And you say it with the smile you’ve been trying to fight the entire walk back.

You both pause at the door and Bakugo offers one of his signature smirks. “Mina is going to shit herself.”

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cleewii · 3 years

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i think i love you.

pairing: bakugo x gn!reader

rating: e for everyone

warning(s): language

word count: 600+

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“I think I love you.”

Those words are but a whisper against his skin. The juncture between his neck and shoulders smothering your admission until it was nothing but a tiny sound, one that, had he not been paying attention properly, he would have missed.

But he didn’t. He had heard you clear as day.

He should be nervous, embarrassed, maybe even a little mad knowing him, but he’s not, and it confuses him.

What does he say to that? Should he pretend he never heard it? Or better yet, just pretend he fell asleep?

No. He couldn’t. He decides against that, because regardless of what he chooses to do, he’s heard what you’ve said. And his heart beats faster in his chest as he mulls over the words.

I love you.

You don’t say anything else, content with the silence because, in your head, everything was fine. He hadn’t heard it, no way. You were certain he was asleep, as he had grown lax and quiet against you. You risked nothing by telling him how you felt, and it sure as hell felt liberating to let those words out after so long of trying to keep them inside.

Little did you know that his ruby eyes were glued to you, studying you, and taking in everything you had to offer.

Because you loved him.

You squeak when you feel him move you away from his body, as now it’s made clear that he has, in fact, heard you.

Shock and embarrassment hit you full throttle, choking you as you stared at his face.

His absolutely not asleep, absolutely awake, face.

“I-...” You force out, eye’s wide and full of surprise, heart clenching with fear, “uh…”

You fiddle with your fingers, digging your thumbnail into the flesh of your index finger, and look away from his intense stare.

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

“Katsuki I-”

“What do you mean ‘you think ’' He asks, voice rough, and quieter than usual.

When you finally meet his eye, you find that there’s no anger within them. Instead, you find genuine curiosity.

You’re stumbling over your words in your head, because he’s right. ‘You think...what the fuck do you mean you think!?’ You scold yourself, but it’s true.

You don’t know what love is, much less what it feels like.

Love is a concept you’ve only educated yourself on through fairytales and movies, songs written by dazed lovers, who later write albums to sum up the heartbreak. Love isn’t something you could even begin to sum up, or understand fully, but for some reason—with him—you just might. You can maybe, just maybe—even confidently—say you know what love is.

You let out a shaky breath, and inhale with newfound courage in your heart.

“I don’t really know what love is,” you start, cringing a bit as you realize it sounds harsher then you mean it, “I-I dunno know what it feels like or what i should be expecting,” You bite your lip, studying his reaction as he takes in your words.

He finds himself understanding what you mean, and sharing the same sentiment, the feelings present on his face.

You continue, slightly more confident then you had been before, “But, when I’m with you, i think i can start to understand what it means to be in love. And I've never felt this way about anyone. You make me so happy and i….”

You take his larger hand in your own smaller one, and squeeze, quelling the anxiety you feel bubbling up inside of your lungs, “I think…. I love you.”

He’s silent, lips pursed as his eye’s search for something, anything that could be a sign that you don’t truly mean what you say, but all he finds is certainty, and a gentleness he could only tolerate from one person.

That person being you.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a kiss before you can blink, his hands cupping your cheeks as he presses his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, with no finesse, but you melt into it regardless.

When the two of you finally pull away, you’re awestruck, because for the first time in your life, Katsuki look’s flustered.

Truly, textbook, flustered; pink cheeks and all.

He looks away, embarrassed, but holds you close.

“I think i love you too, idiot.”

Fin.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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History of Us Part 13- Your Fathers’ Children

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Warning for canon typical violence

Masterlist Kofi

“Don’t tell me I gotta compete with Shinso now too,” Sero groans as he leans over your shoulder. “Aww, scared of a little competition?” you tease him. “No but if you could be a little less alluring that’d be great. It’s hard enough trying to compete with Denki,” Sero jokes. “Who even said Shinso is a suitor? Maybe he just wants to be friends.” “A suitor? Don’t make this sound like the 1800s or something and we’re fighting for your hand in marriage.” “Don’t act like it and I won’t!”

Shoto watches you joking and laughing with Sero from a few rows behind, something angry simmering in him. Sero’d been beaten by Kirishima in the round of 16, so now he’s free to flirt and joke around with you as much as he’d like between your rounds. Denki is currently holding his own against Bakugo but after their battle concludes he’s sure Denki will similarly hover around you. The more he thinks about it the more it annoys him. A small voice in the back of his head reminds him your distrust of him largely stems from his own actions whereas Sero and Denki have done nothing wrong. In fact they’d reacted to the news of your father exactly the way he should have all those years ago. Round after round starts and ends and Shoto pays no attention to any of them except for yours, too caught up in looking at you and wishing he was the one making you laugh like that. His own matches are a blur, even when he faces Midoriya in the semi finals. By the time he’s been declared the victor he realizes he can barely remember any of it. As he helps his friend up off the ground, Midoriya gives him a concerned look. “Are you ok Todoroki? I haven’t seen you that pissed since our first year,” he asks. “Yea, I’m fine,” Todoroki lies, determinedly not looking at the stands.

He doesn’t want to risk looking up and seeing you laughing with the others instead of watching him.

The next round is you and Bakugo and you’ve already descended to the tunnel by the time Shoto’s returned to his seat. Watching you and Bakugo once you begin is mesmerizing in its ferocity. You both respect each other too much to hold back and the amount of firepower you both are executing in your own ways is devastating. Shoto can’t help but wince when you hit the ground particularly hard and he’s sure you must’ve broken something but before Bakugo can land on top of you to pin you down you roll out of the way and stagger back to your feet, giving just as good as you got. It’s too bad the two of you met up in the semi finals in all honesty. It’s a devastatingly close match through the end but Shoto sees the exact moment both you and Bakugo realize you’re going to win. Cementoss looks like he’s a second away from calling a halt as you pin Bakugo down, your forearm to his throat as he attempts to blast it off, looking almost feral as you use your quirk to hold yourself down on top of him. It’s the longest five seconds anyone in the stadium has experienced. Finally the airhorn blows to signal the end of the fight. You ease off immediately, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You stand back up gingerly before reaching down to help Bakugo up. Shoto expects the blonde to smack the hand away but to his surprise Bakugo accepts the hand up and only manages to scowl at you for a moment before he gives you an almost feral grin, saying something that makes you laugh although it’s impossible for Shoto to hear it from where he’s sitting. You wince as the laugh aggravates one of your injuries and Bakugo rolls his eyes before helping you off the field.

Nezu announces that you’ll be given twenty minutes to recover before they have the final. After about five Bakugo comes back up to the stands. “Damn Kacchan didn’t expect to see you knocked out before the finals,” Denki teases. “Shut the fuck up Pikachu, (y/n)’s the only one of you idiots that had a shot against me,” Bakugo scoffs. “Is she good?” Mina asks and to everyone’s surprise Bakugo barks out a laugh. “Oh she’s fine but she’s pissed,” he snickers. “What why?” Jiro asks. “They’re letting the kid help recovery girl with injuries and she accidentally rewinded (y/n)’s hair back to its natural color too. The two finalists are gonna match,” Bakugo explains, causing several heads to swivel to Shoto as if trying to picture what you’ll look like with half white hair. “I’m going to prepare,” Shoto says, quickly standing and leaving his classmates and their gazes behind.

Time passes quickly and before Shoto knows it it’s time for the finals to start. He walks out to the cheers of the crowd and moves to the start. Shortly afterwards you emerge from the opposite tunnel. He sucks in a surprised breath when he sees you. A memory surfaces of the two of you being six and begging Fuyumi to take a photo of the two of you before your fathers returned from work. You had insisted on standing on Shoto’s right side. He can practically hear you whining “Sho-chan our white sides need to be touching! The mom sides!” He’s shaken from the memory when he notices you’re not looking at him but behind him. He turns to see what could possibly hold your attention right now and sees you’ve locked eyes with his father who’s standing at the railing with his arms crossed. The melancholy the memory had brought forth was swiftly and suddenly swept away by a burning rage. The moment “start” is called Shoto lashes out with his left side, scorching flames shooting in your direction that you just barely manage to dodge. “Of course you started with your flames,” you scoff as you retaliate but he manages to dodge as he begins to close the distance between the two of you. You prepare yourself for an ice blast but are surprised as he instead chooses to tackle you, you’re quick to make sure he doesn’t have you pinned, both of you rolling along the ground. “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” he spits out as he tries to freeze you in place. “Excuse me!?” you reply incredulously finally managing to push away from him before launching your own counter. “You heard me,” he responds, his voice sounding almost lethal despite his even tone. “How, pray tell, am I a hypocrite?” you question as your quirk responds to your growing outrage at the accusation. Shadow and fire meet and begin to swirl around the two of you, creating a vortex that whips your hair around your face. “You go on and on about not wanting to be defined by your father yet you have done nothing but define me in terms of mine since you got here,” he accuses. “You chose to align yourself with him, not me!” you spit back. “Bullshit!” “Fuck you!” You both dive at each other, the sports festival all but forgotten to you both as you each continue to lash out. “I am not my father,” Shoto bites out. “Nor am I!” you fire back. “I have never once thought you were!” “Then why were you afraid of me!” you finally sob out. “What?” Shoto asks stunned. You’ve got him pressed flat against the dirt beneath you but the vortex continues to swirl around, hiding you both from view as Shoto stops fighting back. “Is that what he told you?” Shoto presses. “I mean it was understandable I guess but I just.... I thought if anyone would know that my father being a monster didn’t make me one, it would be you,” you confess. “I have never been afraid of you,” Shoto tells you and as your (y/e/c) eyes meet his blue and gray ones you can see the honesty there.

Only then do the two of you seem to realize how much your quirks have spiraled out of control. Your arm is burning where it touches Shoto’s left side which has been burning consistently since the two of you had started your shouting match. The black veins have expanded well past your forearm, up your neck, and onto your face. You realize Shoto’s overheating, if the sweat pouring down his face is any indication. Both of you have tears on your cheeks, although you can’t be certain when either of you started crying. As your emotions calm down and you both process what’s been said the swirling vortex slowly dies down and dissipates. The countdown starts as the two of you finally become visible to the anxious audience but Shoto makes no move to push you off. Instead the two of you just stare at each other as all of the hurt and anger finally drains out of you both. The airhorn blows to signal your victory but neither of you notice. “I’m sorry,” you breathe out, chest still heaving from exertion. “I’m sorry too,” Shoto responds and next thing you know you’re both laughing incredulously with relief, as if a thousand pound weight has been lifted for the first time in a decade. You roll off of him to starfish out next to him on his right side as you’re both racked by the laughing fit. Considering the display of violence you’d both just presented it’s probably a disconcerting sight, but neither of you can help it, too giddy with relief. When the laughter finally subsides to hiccuping giggles you both turn your heads to look at each other.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too Sho-chan.”

A/N: When (y/n) and Shoto were trapped inside the vortex everyone was freaking out cause they couldn't tell what was happening. Cementoss thought they should end it before things escalated any further but Aizawa told him to just let it be. Present Mic then questioned why all the feral students end up in Aizawa's class and Aizawa just kinda grinned in response kjhbadvehf

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triviajeongin · 3 years

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hands; izuku midoriya ¹

ship: izuku x reader

word count: 1.4K

genre: ♡☾☹

content: college, no quirk au all characters aged up, smut , fluff, angst (maybe)

content warnings: smut , body issues, anxiety, depression, nsfw content

notes: probably won’t be that long, pls give me suggestions & i opinions I would love them :D

summary: midoriya had always know people would stare at his hands that were filled with scars and not the prettiest but he didn’t pay it any mind. until he met you, praising his hands and the person they’re attached to. he realizes maybe he isn’t always strong and it’s okay he has you to make him feel like he put the starts in the sky.

it was the beginning of the second year at ua. you had transferred 3 months ago. it was easy to adapt to the new school and everyone was friendly.

however it was starting to get closer and closer to a very dreaded time, midterms. looking at your schedule, you could see all the study sessions scheduled. you could already feel all your brain cells screaming for help.

right now, you were busy going over chemistry with kirishima. to be honest, you sucked at chem. all the math made it even more difficult.

he was a little better at it than you. but you we're waiting for the rest of your friends to get here.

mina & bakugo were both the best at this class. they both had interest in learning about it for some reason.

after a while everyone had arrived and you all started to chatter.

"ugh i'm over this. I should just drop out already."

with a snicker bakugo said, " yeah sure and what are you gonna do be a stripper?"

"wow your so smart, that's a great idea. i'd be making bank."

"i swear your a fucking idiot."

with a shrug you reply, " yeah but at least i'm a hot idiot.

"anyways, can we talk about something else."

with a glint in her eye, mina asked "so y/n, anyone catch your eye yet?"

"hmn, maybe, maybe not."

"y/n, come on you've been here for months and not once have you told us you liked someone."

"i haven't even been paying attention to the guys here. i've been trying to get used to school here."

"well i hope you find someone interesting."

you just nod, and like that the conversation ends and the studying continues.

after the studying session, you decided to go to the cafeteria to buy some food before going back to your dorm to sleep.

you got your water and ramen, then sat down and began eating. as much as you loved your friends you also liked being alone. it was nice and peaceful.

you didn’t really like opening up to people, preferring to be left alone. of course you wanted to have friends , most people do. but there just times when being alone is also good.

you were drinking water when out of no where you head a voice say, "can i sit here ?"

to say you were scared was an understatement. you jumped at the noise and started choking on your water. you barley managed to swallow it when you started coughing uncontrollably.

honestly, you shouldn’t even have flinched at the noise, considering who you hang out with. but your we’re doing deep in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice anyone around you.

"oh my god. i-i'm so sorry here let me help."

the stranger gave you a napkin, and was patting your back trying to help.

through your teary eyes you could see the persons hand. it was covered in scars.

when people asked one another what they noticed first in a person. the replies are usually, eyes, face, body. your answer was hands.

you liked them. you had no idea why but you did. you probably had a hand kink. you knew it was something people were insecure about.

as soon as you had calmed down, you looked at the stranger who almost gave you a heart attack.

it was a boy, with curly green hair and matching green eyes. he had cute freckles as well. he gave off a very innocent facade.

when you got a look at his body, it didn't match his face. he was muscular but still lean. you looked at his arms and hands. they were covered in scars.

with a cough you said, "y-you made me choke."

"i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, i-it was an accident—"

"look all I'm saying is if you were gonna make me choke, you should've used those gorgeous hands."

"what the fuck."

with a laugh you add, "sorry i just think your hands look super cool, it was a joke i'm—"

"is that how you talk to everyone you meet?"

"no, not usually."

there was a moment of awkward silence, before you began talking again.

"anyways i'm leaving so you can sit, it was nice to see you. goodbye. "

with that you grab your things, throw out the trash and head back to your dorm.

as your body hits the pillow, you look at the ceiling, remembering the guy you met tonight.

with a yawn you say to yourself "hmm i hope i see him again." and with that you immerse your self in sleep, till your alarm wakes you to begin another day.

wednesday. your favorite day of the week. you only had one lecture today and it was a class you did well in naturally so there would be no issues.

usually when you walked in, you just sat at the front of the class. you didn't even pay attention to the other people in your class.

keeping mina's words in your head, this time you looked up at your classmates. you look through the rows, not noticing anyone familiar.

until you looked next to the window, seeing the same guy from the cafeteria. i mean this must be a sign, so you quickly ascend the rows until you reach the seats near the window.

"excuse me, can i sit here."

"oh um yeah sure."

you sat down, getting out your notebook for the class lecture. looking over at the boy he was doing the same thing.

soon enough, the professor arrived and started going over the lesson. you tried to listen to what he was saying and write them down.

but all you could see was this guys hands. he twirled the pencil between his fingers when he wasn't writing, a nervous habit you assumed.

he had long fingers, bit skinny but not super thick either right in between. you didn't want to dwell on the length of his fingers or you'd be getting other ideas.

you decided to just snap out of it and finish the class. not that you didn't sneak a glance or two his way.

you didn't even realize the class was over until he closed his notebook and began putting his things away.

you started doing the same. "thanks for letting me sit here, hands."

with a slow nod he replied, "o-oh yeah no problem." not really registering the nickname you used.

you began going down the stairs, with a smile on your face. you could tell the boy was right behind you.

you we're about a foot from the door when you heard, " um you know i have a name right."

you giggled lightly before turning to face him. "sure, but i don't know it."

"well since you left yesterday, i wasn't able to introduce myself. i also felt bad about making you choke. i would never guess you scare so easily"

"yeah, i understand. it's okay it's not like it's a big deal , it was an accident."

"anyways my name is y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"oh likewise, my name is iz—"

you were interrupted by the classroom door slamming open. you both turned to see bakugo, looking pretty unhappy.

"oi, you idiot i've been waiting for you for a while. what's taking so damn long, i'm fucking hungry. i was about to leave your stupid ass behind."

"sorry, i was just talking to—"

grabbing your hand and dragging you away he started yelling, " i don't care what extra your talking to, we're leaving now."

and just like that you never got to hear the boys name. stupid bakugo, you thought.

at least he was paying for your dinner. you both were the only ones who liked spicy food so you went to eat every wednesday, it was a tradition you both put in place.

not only did you not hear his name, you also missed the slight frown on his face as he saw bakugo drag you away.

he couldn't even tell why he felt upset you had been dragged away. he just hoped he got to see you again, even if you made him feel a little shy.

touching his hand, he recalled your words. after everything he had been through he didn't voice it but he could always feel the uncomfortable stares of others of his messed up and scarred hands.

he liked that you didn't look at him with disgust or pity. you were like a breath of fresh air. made him want to show off his hands, that he had been trying so hard to hide without realizing.

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