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monst · 4 years

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Okay so we had some of the boys, how about a couple of girls for the sleeping nude ask? Like jirou, uraraka and toga?

What are Pyjamas?

All characters 18+

Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko x reader.

Jirou’s Hc, TW:Non/con TW: Abuse TW: Unhealthy relationship Please do not read if you are triggered by these things. Quick Sum: Your Kaminari’s fuck buddy.

Warnings for the other girls: Voyeurism, dub/con touching, questionable actions. Blood, Sexy times themes. All Under the cut since I did Jirou’s first, That shit hurted T.T

Jirou Kyouka

She looked down at the text message and sighed. It was sent three hours ago, and she knew that it was ‘Safe’ to head back home to your shared apartment. She knew she could have gone back an hour ago, but she didn’t want to risk seeing him there. Who was he? It was Kaminari Denki local fuckboy and you just so happened to be one of his hits.

Jirou had never approved of the friends with benefits relationship the both of you had but she had no right to tell you how to live your life. Besides she was tired of you waving her concerns off. ‘He could get you pregnant.’ ‘I’m on pills’ ‘He could give you an STI’ ‘He fucks clean women and always gets tested.’ ‘He’ll break your heart’ ‘Ha! That’s if I catch feelings!’

You had caught feelings… Jirou knew because you’d cry every time he left, wishing that one day he’d give up all his other hoes for you. Jirou was always there when you would sob. She tired telling you to break it off, but you were in too deep. You kept saying you would but as soon as he’d text you, you’d forget and run into his arms just so he could fuck you and leave.

When she unlocked the door, she prayed he wasn’t still there. She hated seeing you draped all over him. Hated seeing his hands on you as if you were nothing more than a disposable fleshlight. She hated the hero chargebolt, she hated Denki Kaminari because he had something, she wanted…. Your love.

She sighed in relief as she noticed that the apartment was silent. Your shoes were the only pair at the door, so she knew he had left. And she knew that you would be crying. But oddly enough as she took off her shoes, she didn’t hear sniffling. She removed her outer wear and hung up her keys. “(Name)?” She called out walking further into the apartment and sighing in relief when she caught sight of you.

This wasn’t the first time she had seen you nude. But it was the first time that seeing your bare beautiful body bothered her. She knew that you and Kaminari sometimes got a little rough but this... This was overkill. You had a strange discoloration on your throat. No not strange they were in the shape of handprints. Jirou grimaced at the sight of the small burns left on your arm. Kaminari had used his quirk on you. Jirou was livid he had harmed you and left!

Jirou bit her lip to muffle her cries as she grabbed the necessary items to care for your bruised body. When she returned, she ran the damp rag underneath your cheeks erasing the tear lines. She parted your legs to clean off the mess of cum Kaminari didn’t bother to clean. She was confused. Why would he do this to you? Usually he was attentive when it came to aftercare.

She treated your body as if it were the most delicate thing on earth wiping you down and rubbing a cool ointment on your bruises. “I would never treat you like this.” She sighed trailing her fingers across the bitemark on your breast. “You don’t like it when it scars.” She frowned. She knew you were a masochist, but you always asked Kaminari not to leave scars. “These are going to scar.” She frowned smearing the lotion on a large burn on your thigh.

She pressed her lips to your forehead squeezing her eyes shut to hold back her tears. It was then that she jumped, her phone had pinged with multiple messages. She picked up the device and saw that you had messaged more times. They hadn’t come through, but they were spaced thirty minutes after she texted you that Kaminari was over.

‘I’m going to take your advice Jirou, I deserve someone who will love me. I’m going to tell him today.’ She read the next one which was thirty minutes after that one. ‘He didn’t take it too well… Kyouka can you come home……Please.’ Kyouka couldn’t see her screen anymore as she wiped at her eyes furiously. She had left you alone after that, you were here alone, and she wasn’t-

“Kyouka?” You hummed sleepily. “(N-Name)” She stuttered “I-I’m so sorry.” She cried as you wrapped your arms around her. She held you tightly muttering apologies as if it were her fault. “It’s not y-your fault Kyo.” You sniffled. “A-actually I should be thanking you. I-I didn’t know he…. I was so damn blind..I should have c-called you b-but-” “Shhh i-I’t going to be okay, I’m here now.”

Uraraka Ochako

Uraraka was excited that everyone was going to be able to make the fifth-year anniversary trip. She still couldn’t believe that you all had graduated five years ago and were now pro heroes! She was dying to see everyone as some of you didn’t work in the same district and meeting up had become difficult due to your professions. She was squealing as she packed her camping equipment ready to meet up with all of you at the campsite.

She felt her cheeks grow hot when she arrived… You were already there. Out of everyone she saw you the least, but she liked you the most. Just thinking about how she missed her chance to ask you out third year made her pout in disappointment. And when she saw you mouthing off to Bakugou she smiled silly. “What makes you think that you have the right to pick that spot huh?” “I got here first” “So? I put my feet on it first.” “P-Please don’t argue.” “Shut up Deku.” “Alright then let’s fight for it.”

Uraraka sighed as you got into a ‘fight’ with Bakugou. But everyone ended up having fun as the two of you made a challenge of it and soon everyone joined. Everyone competed at who caught the most fish. Who climbed the tree the fastest. And who stuffed more marshmallows in their mouths? “Hey! Those are for the night!” It really felt like old times. But at the end of the day they allowed the girls to claim the spot you spoke of. “We should have pitched our tents earlier.” “We would have but somebody was being an asshole.” “Shut the fuck up.

Uraraka was elated that she got to share a tent with you. Especially since it was only the two of you. “It’s been way too long Ocha” You hummed, getting ready to hit the sack. The lights were out inside the tent but the two of you spoke for hours inside your respective sleeping bags. Uraraka heard the occasional ruffling but decided not to question it. “I’m still really grateful to you for saving me four months when you were in my district………(Name)?....Goodnight.” You only hummed in your slumber. It took her a while to even begin to grow tired, but sleep was washed away when she heard you speak in your sleep “It’s hot.” You mumbled.

She remembered this about you sometimes when you were really tired, you’d talk in your sleep. Back when the two of you were students your friends took advantage of it during sleepovers by asking you silly questions. Uraraka knew it was desperate of her but for old times sakes she couldn’t resist. She unzipped her sleeping bag and crawled out to kneel next to your body.

“(N-Name).” She whispered. You hummed in response. “I-I love you.” “M’too ‘chako I love yuh too.” Uraraka stifled a snort. You were really cute like this. She only wished she could see your sleepy face but turning something on would probably wake someone else. So she settled for blindly stroking your cheek. “But… I love you in a not friend way.” She huffed. “it’s okai Ocha I won’t tell.” She smiled “But you have to promise you won’t tell.”

Ochako perked up and despite knowing that this was invading your privacy she asked. “I promise but what wont I tell?” She asked eagerly. “It’s hoot” You moaned. Uraraka agreed but she still wanted to know what you were ‘hiding’ so she asked again. “Don’t tell Ochako but I’m naked. It was too hot.” You confessed. Uraraka coughed and hacked as she choked on her spit. “Whoever is dying shut the fuck up.”

……You.. You were naked underneath the sleeping bag. Why did that make her feel so hot? She had seen you naked before, granted that it was a long time ago but still the thought shouldn’t have excited her like it did now. ‘No, absolutely not’ she shook her head trying to stop herself from taking a peek. She wondered what you looked like. How much did your body change, as a matter of fact she couldn’t recall how you looked nude. ‘It was such a long time ago.’ She thought biting her lip in contemplation.

‘No I can’t!’ She blushed, but that stop her from asking you something else. “Are you really naked?” “Nakey.” You giggled turning over as you snoozed peacefully. “C-can I see.” “Sure thing.” You answered. ‘This is wrong’ She thought as her hands ghosted over the zipper of your sleeping bag. ‘What if she wakes up?!’ but she was already unzipping. It was then that it dawned on her…. It was dark how was she supposed to see?

She settled for feeling. After all, if she turned on her flash people would be able to see the shadow of what she was doing…. Her fingers touched your skin and she gasped. You really were naked! You were so warm. “Soft.” She sighed running her hand across the smooth skin of your belly. Her hands ran up and down your skin causing you to let out soft mewls. With her lip caught between her teeth she moved her hands up to your breasts.

“Hhhhnn” Uraraka blushed at the sound you made when she squeezed your breasts softly. Her thumbs flicked over your nipples and she felt her panties grow damp at the cute sounds you let out. “Ochako~” You hummed. She had to pull her hands back to cover her mouth. She almost shrieked. You said her name! You said her name so erotically. She wondered if you were dreaming about her in that way. Well whatever the case was she knew for certain that she’d be getting off to the memory of your voice.

“D-do you want me to keep going?” She asked your sleeping form. You mumbled out a yes. “Can I go lower” She breathed. Once she got the okay her hands slide down your body to your dripping folds. She felt her cunt throb when her fingers touched your gooey slick. She couldn’t help but think about how it was her that got you that wet. “Mmmm” Damn she really wished she could turn on her flash. She wondered what type of expressions you were making as she stroked your clit. She dipped two of her fingers inside of you and had to quickly cover your mouth. She pulled her fingers out deciding that it wasn’t a good idea as your moans would wake up some people… Curiously she brought her fingers to her mouth… She needed another taste! Her face was buried in between your thighs as she licked a stripe up your cunt. She was careful to keep her touch light.

Her other hand when underneath the hem of her sleep shorts and panties. Her fingers were buried deep inside her cunt as she ‘ate’ you out. Soon the pressure became to much for her and she pulled back from your body. She bit her lip harshly, one hand squeezing her breast while the other finished her off…. Feeling high off of her release she poked her head out of the tent to make sure everyone was still sleeping. When she zipped it back up she grabbed her phone and turned on her flash as she angled her phone to your body and took a picture.

When you woke up the next morning you didn’t notice anything strange. Uraraka was sleeping peacefully in her sleeping bag… Uraraka…. As a matter of fact, you took that statement back, there was something strange. You were absolutely dripping, and you recalled having certain dreams about the brunette…. For the remainder of the day it was hard to look her in the eyes… Uraraka didn’t mind after all, you all were camping out for the whole week.

Toga Himiko

Toga grinned when she walked back into your shared room. You were still asleep. It was to be expected as she didn’t take it easy on you the previous night. But it was already mid-day and she figured she should wake you so that you could at least eat something. When she got closer, she could make out all the cuts and scars you had.

She traced over them fondly. You trusted her, and that made her indescribably happy. You allowed her to mark up your pretty skin with knives. You let her hold your life in her hands and although it gave her a power high it made her feel so protective over you, it also made her feel needed. She knew you didn’t exactly need her, but she was glad you stayed.

Toga frowned when she noticed a dark reddish-brown stain on your skin. It was then that she remembered that the two of you forwent after-care. She couldn’t help but think that it was careless of her to forget. Sure, the both of you had been tired and cuddled but she should have pushed past that.

“You should have told me.” She pouted dabbing of the dried blood with a warm washcloth. When she cleaned you off, she disinfected the knife wounds and placed band aid’s on them. She giggled at the cute design they had and thought that you’d appreciate then too.

“You look so pretty marked up by me (Name)-chan.” She cooed tracing over one of the various fresh bitemarks. Her fingers traced patterns on your cheek, and she nuzzled her nose against yours lovingly. She placed a playful kiss to your nose nipping the tip teasingly. “Wakey wakey.” She hummed softly.

She smiled mischievously when you didn’t wake. Her fingers ghosted up your sides making you squirm and when she reached your breasts, she pinched your nipples. “Himiko.” You whined sleepily. “Don’t Himiko me (Name)-chan.” She pouted twisting the hardened buds with her thumbs and fore fingers. “Look how late it is. What if someone else came in here to wake you up? They would have came in and seen you all naked.” She frowned.

“Nu-Uh.” You mumbled drifting back off to sleep. “Ah~ H-Himiko!” You gasped when she bit down on your inner thigh. You didn’t even remember her being by your legs. “Wake up or else.” She threatened. You shivered at her threat a slow grin coming to your lips as you snored in defiance. You thought she was going to go down on you but instead she dropped your leg and walked over to the desk beside the bed.

“Fine then. I guess I’ll just have to your breakfast too.” She shrugged. “Or is it lunch” She teased. Your nude form was out of the bed in seconds. “Himiko don’t you dare.”

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 3 years

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hi !!! as a writing request!! could i ask for platonic todokamimina? they’re a chaotic group and i don’t see them nearly as often as i should </3 thank you so much !! :)

Anything for you, friendo!!! <333

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Green.

Very green.

Shoto liked green.

He leant his elbows against the desk and cupped his cheeks in his hands as he stared across the classroom. Aizawa was wrapping up their final lesson, but Shoto couldn't care less. Instead, he admired the way Midoriya rubbed the back of his head as he frantically scribbled down notes, causing his verdant curls to stick out at odd angles. Shoto wanted to run his hands through them.

'Pretty.' He murmured to himself.

'What's pretty?' A head suddenly rested on Shoto's left shoulder. He stilled slightly and turned to find Kaminari's curious face, scanning the room.

'Besides you, of course!' Another voice added, before another head squished against his right cheek and Shoto seriously considered teaching his classmates about the concept of personal space.

‘Ashido. Kaminari. I’d appreciate it if you moved.’ When neither of them seemed to take the hint, he raised his arms and pushed them away with a palm to their cheeks.

When they shrieked and landed on the floor, Shoto gathered his things and stood up. ‘And if you must know, Midoriya is very pretty. I would’ve thought that much was obvious.’

‘Wait wait wait!’ Kaminari exclaimed, grabbing onto Shoto’s leg whilst Ashido scrambled to her feet. ‘You have a crush on Midoriya? Dude!’

‘I don’t want to crush Midoriya.’ Shoto raised an eyebrow and shook Kaminari off his leg.

‘No, he means you like him!’ Ashido squealed, waving her fists around excitedly, but that just made Shoto even more confused.

‘Of course I like Midoriya.’ He frowned slightly. ‘I thought everyone did. He’s incredible.’

‘Bro.’ Kaminari smacked his forehead with exasperation, whilst Ashido giggled and moved to pat Shoto on the shoulder.

‘Todoroki, sweetie, honey, no.’ She snorted, a wobbly smile on her face. ‘We mean, you like Midoriya in a romantic way.’

…

Oh…

‘What makes you think that?’ He raised his hand to his chin as he considered her words.

'You just called him pretty!' Kaminari choked out.

'And?' Shoto tilted his head to the side. 'It's an objective observation. Anyone with eyes would agree Midoriya is pretty.'

'Ah-' Kaminari raised a finger to argue, but he faltered with a sigh, clearly defeated. 'You got me there.'

Shoto closed his eyes and nodded once. It was nice being right.

‘Well, how do you feel when Midoriya is around you?’ Ashido asked, trying a different route. ‘When he compliments you.’

‘I feel… Fuzzy.’ Shoto frowned, trying to picture his best friend in front of him now.

‘Wow! That was amazing, Todoroki-kun!’ A bright smile crossed Midoriya’s face, eyes wide and shining with awe. ‘You really are so cool!’

‘I feel… Warm. Not like my quirk, like… On the inside, I feel warm.’ He elaborated. ‘And when he says nice things about me, I feel… Good. I want him to say more nice things.’

‘Oh bro.’ Kaminari clasped his hands together and rested his cheek against them. ‘That’s adorable. What makes you think he’s pretty?’

‘Everything.’ Shoto answered, a little too quickly. When the two of them looked at him, amused, he quickly cleared his throat. ‘His hair looks really fluffy and I want to touch it to see if it feels as nice as it looks. His freckles are really cute and his eyes are always so kind. He makes me feel comfortable.’

‘What about his smokin’ hot body?!’ Kaminari interrupted with a smirk. Ashido elbowed him, but couldn’t hide her own grin.

‘I said he’s warm, not hot.’ Shoto pointed out, ignoring their antics. ‘But now that you mention it, his body is incredibly nice to look at... And to touch. When he hugs me, he’s so soft despite all the muscle. And his hands are also very pretty - I want to hold them.’

He trailed off and was met with silence. When he looked up, he found Kaminari and Ashido looking at him with shocked expressions.

‘That’s so adorable, Todoroki!’ Ashido squealed.

‘Man, you’ve got it bad, huh?’ Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Yeah, you definitely like Midoriya romantically.’

‘What?’ Shoto narrowed his eyes. ‘I thought that’s how you were meant to feel about your best friend?’

‘Well… Yes.’ Ashido bounced her head side to side in thought. ‘But usually not to that level. Like, do you feel the same way about Iida or Yaomomo?’

Shoto wrinkled his nose at the thought.

‘I like them.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling guilty. ‘But I don’t… When I’m with Midoriya, I feel… Home.’

‘Do you want to kiss him?’ Kaminari suddenly asked, completely throwing Shoto off.

Do I want to kiss him?

He thought about the question. He thought about Midoriya’s lips, slightly chapped from when he’d sometimes chew on them when he was nervous; the way his mouth would move a mile a minute when muttering about heroes and quirks; the blinding smile that would form when he was happy.

Kissing him sounds like heaven.

‘I… I’m not against the idea.’ He felt a blush dust his cheeks and quickly looked at the floor. ‘Okay, maybe I do like Midoriya romantically, but there’s no way he’d like me back.'

‘What makes you say that?’ Ashido quirked an eyebrow, sceptical.

‘Because he could have anyone.’ Shoto had to be careful here. He didn’t want to have to explain why Midoriya was way too good for someone like Shoto, who was broken and scarred. He liked Kaminari and Ashido, but he wasn't quite ready to overshare his past trauma with them.

That was purely a Midoriya thing.

He considered his words for a moment. ‘His presence is inspiring. He's like the sun and he cares so much. I'd follow him anywhere. People love him and I'm…'

He trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

'Gorgeous?' Ashido offered.

'No.'

'Cool - excuse the pun.' Kaminari contributed with a smile.

'No.'

'Mysterious?' Ashido exclaimed, confident.

'Weird.' Shoto finished, lamely.

The room was silent for a minute, before suddenly,

'Brooo.' Kaminari looked at him, aghast. 'You're telling me that Midoriya won't want to be with you because you're weird? Midoriya? The same Midoriya who mumbles to himself and makes being weird look incredibly endearing?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, honey.' Ashido sighed and patted his shoulder again. 'What my esteemed colleague here is trying to say is… You're both weird, but in different ways. You-' She raised her two index fingers and brought the tips together. '-Complete each other.'

She batted her eyelids at him and Shoto wondered how he ever got into this conversation in the first place.

'Right.' He spoke slowly, before grabbing his bag. 'Okay. I'm leaving now.'

He turned to walk towards the door but was stopped by one pair of arms around his legs and another pair wrapped around his blazer sleeve. The former sent him off balance and he tumbled to the ground, unable to cushion his fall with his ice thanks to Ashido holding his right arm in a vice-like grip.

'Motherfuck-' His chin smacked the floor, but before he could even process the pain, both of his classmates piled on top of him, muttering a string of apologies that would've been much more appreciated if they weren't simultaneously suffocating him.

'Wah! Sorry, Todorokiiiii!!!' Ashido exclaimed.

'Are you okay?!' Kaminari screeched. 'We'll get you together with Midoriya, promise! Will that make you feel better?'

'Get.' Shoto used every ounce of patience he possessed to keep himself calm. 'The fuck. Off me.'

Wordlessly, they scrambled off him and he stood, wiping the dust from his uniform. His chin stung and his eyes watered out of reflex, but he maintained his composure. It was nothing Shoto couldn't handle, he'd had worse in the past.

'Todoroki-'

'Midoriya doesn't want to be with me.' He interrupted. 'So I'd appreciate it if you dropped the matter.'

As he made his exit, Shoto didn't notice the yellow sleeping bag poking out from around the teacher's desk. He also didn't notice when the person inside it complained about how he wasn't getting paid enough to listen to this shit.

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'What happened to your chin, Todoroki-kun?' Midoriya asked, peering up at Shoto, concern evident in his voice.

'Tripped over.' He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side to avoid his friend's blinding gaze.

He instantly regretted it when his eyes fell on Ashido, grossly kissing the air, whilst Kaminari hugged himself and pouted seductively - whether he succeeded or not was up for debate. Shoto's eyes widened at the sight and he quickly looked back at Midoriya.

Not today, Satan.

'It's bruising, Todoroki-kun. Are you sure you're okay?'

'Erm, yes.' He tried not to blush at the proximity. 'I'm fine, Midoriya-'

'Stupid Deku!' The loud, obnoxious voice of Bakugou suddenly rang in Shoto's ears. He also noticed how Midoriya seemed to jump three feet into the air at his proclamation. 'Forget about dumb Icyhot! Get the fuck over here now!'

'C- Coming, Kacchan.' His friend stuttered out, before looking up at Shoto apologetically. 'Sorry about that. I have to go. Promise you're okay?'

Shoto nodded silently, noticing how Midoriya's smile didn't seem entirely genuine as he made his exit.

Is he upset?

Shoto watched him go and allowed himself a moment to consider what it would be like if Midoriya really did like him back. Would he say no to Bakugou in order to spend more time with Shoto? Would they hold hands in the common room? Would Midoriya kiss his chin better?

He sighed softly at the thought, but was interrupted once more when Kaminari suddenly threw his arm around his shoulder and grinned, as if he hadn't caused Shoto to faceplant the floor not two hours ago.

'Oh, young love.' He gushed.

'You've got to use this opportunity!' Ashido punched the air - where had she come from? - and shook him. 'Be the shining knight who saves his love from the dragon!'

'What the hell are you on about now?' Shoto asked, exhausted.

'Go rescue your man from Kacchan!' Kaminari scoffed, as if it were obvious.

'My man?' He raised an eyebrow. 'Midoriya is his own person?'

'How romantic!' Ashido squealed, linking her arm in his. ‘So noble!’

Shoto was very confused.

'No, dude!' Kaminari sounded pained, which Shoto thought was unwarranted. He knew it wasn't a competition, but he also knew for sure that he was definitely in more pain than Kaminari was. 'Midoriya clearly doesn't want to talk to Bakugou, so you should get him to leave him alone. We know how much you love tearing into Kacchan!'

'Yeah!' Ashido seconded. 'Midoriya can't say no to anyone, so you need to rescue him!'

'Hm…' Coming to Midoriya's aid was rather tempting, albeit he wished he didn't need to in the first place. 'I don't know what to say though.'

'We'll help you!'

Kaminari leant in to whisper in his ear. As he explained his strategy, Shoto nodded along in understanding, and after about 30 seconds, he was ready.

'Hey, Bakugou!' He called out, causing the blonde to turn and glare at him from across the room. When Midoriya also turned around, Shoto took in his watery eyes and quivering lip, and puffed out his chest, a newfound determination evident on his face.

Nobody makes Midoriya sad!

'The fuck do you want, Icyhot?' Bakugou barked.

Shoto maintained a cool demeanor and recited the first thing Kaminari had told him.

'You have your entire life to be a piece of shit. Why not take a day off for once?'

The room went silent, save for Ashido's muffled giggles.

'HAH?!' Bakugou exclaimed. 'The fuck did you just say to me?'

'I said I just wanted to tell you…' Kaminari muttered something else in his ear and Shoto nodded. 'You bring everyone so much joy!'

Even Midoriya tilted his head to the side at that, but he didn't look like he was about to cry anymore, which was progress.

Bakugou smirked and crossed his arms.

'That's what I thought you'd said-'

'I'm sorry, I wasn't finished.' Shoto held a hand out to stop him. 'I was gonna say, you bring everyone so much joy when you leave the room. Maybe you should try it?'

Bakugou's eye twitched, while Midoriya let out a quiet snigger.

Shoto felt blessed.

'Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, you bastard?!'

Ashido quickly covered his back.

‘I'm talking to the human version of period cramps.' Shoto echoed her words. 'That's not something one forgets easily.'

Midoriya bit his lip to hide a laugh and Shoto allowed himself to become momentarily distracted by the action, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. He didn't even realise Bakugou was storming towards him, until Ashido shoved him away from an explosion.

He collided with Kaminari, who grasped him by the shoulders and muttered something else, before pushing Shoto away to give him a head start. He raced across the common room and stood behind the sofa. When Bakugou tried to run around it to grab him, Shoto merely sprinted the opposite way, until both of them were stuck, waiting for the other to make a move.

Of course, Shoto decided this was the perfect opportunity to recite what Kaminari had told him.

'I love what you've done with your hair, Bakugou. How did you make it come out of your nostrils like that?' He raised an eyebrow and turned to Kaminari. 'But he doesn't have hair coming out of this-'

'ENOUGH!'

Bakugou let out a roar as he leapt over the sofa. Shoto quickly dodged his attack and raced towards Midoriya. He grabbed his friend’s hand and pulled him along with him as he escaped the common room and dashed up the stairs, two at a time, a raging Bakugou in tow…

Until two pairs of hands suddenly grabbed onto the blonde and dragged him back.

When Shoto turned around to thank his saviours, he found Kaminari and Ashido restraining Bakugou. With a grateful nod, he saluted his friends for their sacrifice and dragged Midoriya towards his room.

Once the door locked behind them, he panted for breath, not realising he was still holding Midoriya's hand until he felt a soft squeeze.

'Thank you for that.' His friend spoke softly. 'Kacchan's really mad though. You might wanna go into witness protection after that little stunt.'

'I can handle him.'

'I know you can. I was joking.'

'Hm.' Shoto smiled slightly when Midoriya giggled, but it was quickly followed by an awkward silence, save the rapid beating of his heart and the deep, shaky breaths he took from the previous excursion. He wanted to say something more meaningful, tell him that he'd gladly enrage Bakugou again if it meant he’d leave Midoriya alone.

'Y- You can let go now, Todoroki-kun.' Shoto startled and finally turned away from the door to regard his friend, who stared right back at him, both nervous and amused.

Shoto swallowed heavily and thought about what Ashido and Kaminari told him.

‘You're both weird, but in different ways. You complete each other.'

‘Do you want to kiss him?’

He took the plunge.

'What… What if I don't want to let go?' He tried not to look away when Midoriya's eyes widened in response. 'What if… I want to find more excuses to hold your hand?'

'Oh, Todoroki-kun.' Midoriya smiled sadly at him and Shoto felt his heart begin to shatter. However, before he could unleash hell on Ashido and Kaminari for mentally talking him into this, Midoriya reached forward and took his other hand in his.

A calloused thumb rubbed circles against his skin. 'You never need an excuse to hold my hands, I promise.'

When realisation hit Shoto, Midoriya's smile brightened and he suddenly felt himself being enveloped into a tight hug.

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The next day, Shoto and Midoriya walked into class fifteen minutes early, hands intertwined and leaning against each other.

Fourteen minutes later, Kaminari and Ashido stumbled through the door to find some gifts on their desks: some hamburgers and a large bowl of natto, respectively. When they scanned the room for the source of this kindness, they made eye contact with Shoto, who flashed them a thumbs up and smiled.

He may be a man of few words, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate his friends helping him.

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lordexplodowrites · 4 years

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Then, we were Strangers

So this is my first ever post on here! This is also my first My Hero fanfiction and I, of course, had to do it with my man Bakugou! I’m really sorry if this sucks-

Prompt: “And suddenly, we were strangers again.”

Paring: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Total Word Count: 1,732

Warnings: Swearing, mutual pining, angst, bullying, I didn’t edit this at all~

Day by day it was a growing struggle to watch Bakugou Katsuki grow up without you. It felt like more of a battle as he slowly left you behind like he did Izuku. Except, you weren’t quirkless… you helped Bakugou and his crew out (mostly his crew) when they got hurt considering your quirk was healing related.

Now you sat as you watched Bakugou torment Izuku once more. Muttering of “useless” and “worthless Deku” rolling off the tongue that had long grown bitter from its own sweetness. Sometimes you wondered what had gone and turned the boy that helped you from the ground when you were three to the seven year old that stood in front of you now. What had happened to the unbreakable bond between Bakugou and Izuku? What had changed other than the appearance and lack-there-of of a quirk?

That’s what had done it and you knew it as your seven year old self watched as Bakugou verbally tossed aside whatever Izuku had to say. “Katsu-” You called out only to be ignored by the boy you had grown up with. “Katsu we should go-”

“Shut up!” He growled at you as he sent you a spine-chilling glare. You nodded your head at him as he continued his torment on the ever compliant Izuku Midoriya.

~~Seven years later~~

14 year old Bakugou Katsuki was no better than the seven year old version of him. While some in the class had grown better and more refined it seemed as if Bakugou had only grown more rebellious. You had grown up with the boy and you knew that eventually, he would cut ties with you. Being the best came with a price after all…

“If you wanna be a hero so bad, why don’t you make it easier for yourself and take a swan dive off the roof? Maybe you’ll have a quirk in your next life!” An aggressive Bakugou Katskui said to a fragile, shaking green-haired boy. Your heart ached for Izuku but as much as you wanted to say something, you knew better. Bakugou, with a hearty laugh, left the room. You, as the good friend you were to the boy, followed.

As you left the artificially lit room you glanced behind you to Midoriya. Your eyes screaming “I’m sorry,” and swimming in sorrow. While his emerald eyes only held one question, “Why do you stay with him?” In truth, you had fallen for the boy long before you knew what love was. Every time you tried to walk away from him, your heart just pulled you back in for another load of heartbreak.

“Are you coming?” The gruff voice of Bakugou called out to you successfully pulling you from your questioning. “I don’t have all day you fucking nerd.”

Your eyes rise up to meet his vermillion ones as you say with the faux confidence you had around the arrogant boy, “Yeah. I’m coming, don’t worry.” You shook your head and followed the boy like you always had while wondering what he would be like to you if you were quirkless.

After the rest of the group had gone home Bakugou turned to you and asked with a hint of anger, “Are you still coming to my damned house?”

Your head tilted up as you replied, “If you want me too. I can always go home if you don’t want me over.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes while snorting out, “You hate your house. I don’t fucking mind if you come over you damn nerd.”

You smile slightly and continue walking in peaceful silence with the boy. “Bakugou?” You question hesitantly. When you catch sight of his eyes shifting to your face you continue, “If- if I was quirkless…” You take a breath in and spit out, “If I was quirkless would you treat me like Izuku?”

You swear you saw Bakugou's eyes almost pop out of his skull for a second. “Why does that matter? You aren’t fucking quirkless and you aren’t like that shitty nerd Deku.”

You sigh, “Well… I just wanted to know…” You cast your head to the ground as you hear Bakugou huff.

He groans when you don’t look up again. “Are you seriously-? Fine. I’ll answer your dumbass question. If you were quirkless, I wouldn’t treat you like that damn nerd.” His eyes tilt down to see that smile he had grown accustomed to slip back onto your face… and he puts on his own smile at the sight…

~~After Bakugou’s acceptance into UA~~

“I’m so happy for you Bakugou!” You congratulate with care in your eyes.

“Tch, whatever. I knew I was going to get in. I’m the best after all.” He says with an eye roll as you take the forms.

“You did the best on the entrance exams! That’s amazing Bakugou!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “It says here that you showed tactical understanding and excellent understanding of your quirk!” Your eyes come into contact with Bakugous and his heart aches for what’s going to happen between the two of you when he starts at UA and you don’t.

“Of course I did.” He boasts as he smirks. “Have to be a hero after all.” You smile while you agree with him and continue to read over the acceptance form.

“I’m really proud of you Katsu…” You mummer to him. His heart bangs against his ribcage at the old name slipping from your lips. Your eyes widen as you realize your mistake. You scramble out, “I- I’m sorry Bakugou! You told me not to call you that anymore! Shit, I’m so sorry.” You feel your face heat up as you internally punch yourself.

Bakugou snorts and your eyes shoot up to him. “It’s fine you fucking nerd. I don’t care as long as no other extra is around.” He waves off the nickname as his heart beats faster at the sight of your face. He should’ve dropped you a long time ago so it didn’t hurt as much as it did now. His mind is torn between what he wants and what he needs to do. He wants you as his but he knows that leaving you behind will let him achieve his dreams faster.

“Are you going to come sit with me or not?” You ask in the voice that makes Bakugou’s resolve for leaving you to crumble. Your eyes are innocent, unknowing of what Bakugou is going to force himself to do.

He grumbles out a “Yes,” and sits by you. You start ranting about anything you can think of and Bakugou is captivated by you in every way as you talk. Your presence is calming to him and he doesn’t want to let you go but he has to. “(Y/N),” Bakugou states forcefully.

You stop talking immediately at the use of your first name. “Yeah?” You question. “Do you not like what I’m talking about? We can talk about whatever you want. I don’t-” You don’t get to finish your ramble before Bakugou is cutting you off once again.

“(Y/N), I-” He clears his throat and continues, “I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” He looks away as he catches sight of your eyes breaking.

You look at him panicked and choke out, “Baku- Bakugou… Why? Am I being a bad friend? Are you upset with me? I- I‘ll do whatever. I- can’t- I can’t lose you too.” You put major emphasis on your final sentence as you feel tears build up. You couldn’t lose him. Not after everything you tow had been through. Not after all the years together.

“I just…” He stops as he looks for the right words to say. He doesn’t want to hurt you. “I just think that I’ll be best if we stop being friends. I don’t- I don’t need you anymore.” He internally grimaces as he can feel the pain rolling off of you. “I’m off to attend UA, I only wanted you around to keep my cuts clean. Now that I’m going on to better things, I don’t need you.”

“That’s- Your lying Katsuki. You don’t mean that. If I was just a toy for you to use then what about all the sleepovers? What about all the secrets? What about all the aspirations? What about the future we planned out? Did all of that mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?” You try to argue with the boy as tears stream down your face. You couldn’t believe that you meant nothing to him. Not after all the memories and years together.

Bakugou swallows the part of himself that wants to tell you he didn’t mean what he said. He wanted to tell you that he loved you but his pride wouldn’t allow it. “I mean it. You mean nothing to me anymore.” He stands and goes to your door. “You were just my pity project. Nothing more.” He goes to step out until he feels a scarily strong grip on his wrist.

“You promised- Katsuki Bakugou you promised you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t just walk out on me. Not after everything.” You begged him. You reminded him of a promise from long ago when he called you sweet nothings. A time before a strive to be a hero took him over. A time before he cared about being the best and only cared about being yours. Suddenly the ring hung around your neck that he had given to you all those years ago felt like a brick dragging you under the sea. “You promised me…” You plead to the boy.

He looks at you with an icy red glare and says, “Promises are meant to be broken.” With that, he walks out of your house, out of your life. He didn’t want to do it and some part of you knew that.

No matter how many miles were between you two, there would always be something there. As he walked away with silent tears starting to build up and you crying with an unmistakable pain in your chest, you both long for the other. As the tears spill from both of your eyes you both whisper together, “And suddenly, we were strangers again.” The next day though, you got a letter from UA. You had been accepted as a support student who worked with Recovery Girl and the students of the hero courses…

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yellow-hazed-lee · 4 years

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Just a cute fluff/smut of two idiots in love. Jeez this was so much fun to write. 1388 words! :)

Bakugou woke up with an arm around his waist, naked. Again. Though this was no surprise, because he had consented (and begged, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone if they asked). He got up, careful not to wake the other sleeping right next to him. Katsuki got dressed and took a package out of the drawer. "Finally..revenge for all the times you tortured me relentlessly." Well..it wasn't really torture..but whatever. Revenge is revenge.

"Mm..morning baby, what's that?" Kirishima stood up and got dressed. Now if anybody walked in right now, saw Bakubro's calm and relaxed face, the anger in his voice gone, they'd probably pass out from shock. Kirishima, however, knew Bakugou just put up an act, his defenses. But they all melted around Kirishima, the blonde's boyfriend as well as his first and last love.

"Just a gift for you! Wanna open it?" Kirishima's sharp (shark) teeth closed together to form an excited smile.

"Awe baby, you didn't have to get me anything, but thank you!" He smiled. "Sure, I'd love to open it."

Bakugou smirked and handed Kiri the package. He opened it and gasped in shock. "Katsuki! I love these kinds of socks! Thank you!" Kiri had no idea what was coming for him when he put them on and..suddenly they felt glued to his feet. "Babe..?"

"This, darling, is called sweet sweet revenge." The explosive one held up a pink remote. Kiri questioned what it was, but when Bakugou pressed on, he flinched and knew.

"Babe, baby, sweetheart, p-please don't-- ah!" He brought his hand up to his mouth and started kicking his legs helplessly. After Katsuki turned it up, the usually hard, tough, ler (ha) turned into a pile of soft giggles.

Bakubro's heart melted at the sight and he took out his phone, recording a short clip of the moment. After he put his phone away and turned it up, Kirishima actually snorted, and the used-to-be-lee almost passed out from how adorable that was. The redhead turned redder, but couldn't stop his adorable snorts occasionally forming from giggling too much.

"S-Stahahap! Baby! Plehehease!" He kicked his legs more and Katsuki just turned it up again, and then the hard-powered-hero did something that almost gave Bakugou a fucking nosebleed. Sharkboy. Squealed. And oh God Katsuki wanted to hear it again. He wanted it more than anything. So he turned it up three levels and he got what he wanted. Kiri squealed again loudly.

"B-Bakugou!! Blossom! Mercy!" Katsuki immediately turned it off after hearing the safeword and Ejiro fell onto his back panting.

"That was.." the redhead started.

"Real fucking cute." Bakugo cut him off, saying the compliment unthinkedly.

"Aghh..shut up.." He buried his face into his hands, blushing uncontrollably.

"Heh, you're adorable," Bakugou winked and unbuttoned Kiri's first button of his shirt. "Can we stay home for the day?"

"We shouldn't-- ahh~" Kiri moaned quietly when Katsuki palmed him through his pants and boxers. "Fine fine, just fuck, do that again."

"I'll give you something better~" He shoved his hand down the redhead pants, backing him into the wall and reducing him to a moaning wreck, and god that was so fucking attractive to Bakugou he felt as if his dick was going to explode.

"Oh God, please Bakugou, please baby, I..fuck!" He was panting now, unable to hold his moans back anymore and was turning into a full on wreck.

"Shit." Bakugou muttered and pulled his hand out, Ejiro whined in frustration as he stopped right on the edge and Katsuki answered the phone. "Huh? Damnit, okay, we'll be right there. Thanks, I guess." He hung up the phone. "Alright babe, I'll finish you up really quick, and then we have to go to class, alright?"

Kirishima nodded frantically, desperately needing to come. Bakugou got on his knees, pulled down the other's clothes under his waist, and began to suck. The usually perceived as a top but was actually a bottom boy swallowed around Kiri's cock, bobbing his head and moaning when the shark boy trust into his mouth. "F-Fuck, babe, 'm close..so fucking close..you're doing so good baby.."

Bakugou hummed in respond, stroking whatever he couldn't fit and making eye contact with the redhead. That pushed Kiri over the edge and he came with a shout, then his knees finally gave out and fell onto the bed. The blonde turned around to get himself off in the bathroom when he was suddenly shoved into the wall.

"Where do you think you're going, Kitten?~"

Bakugou whimpered at the nickname. Good to know that one had an effect on him. "J-Just..gonna get myself off..because you're tired and more import-- ah!" He gasped in shock when the redhead attacked to his neck, nipping every once in awhile. His hands rubbed expertly over his cock, pulling down his pants and boxers as to not make a mess. "B-Baby~"

Kirishima smirked and continued leaving marks, and after a few minutes of this Bakugou came and panted for breath.

"Fuck. We have to go." He pulled his pants back up after cleaning both of them off and headed out, forgetting about fixing his hair or covering the mark on his neck as he walked in class, Kirishima right behind him in the process of unbuttoning his top button.

People stared, obviously, and the two idiots had no idea why until they looked each other up and down and saw how much of a mess the other looked, both turning bright red and looking away, covering themselves up.

This went on all day, people trying to talk to Bakugou like normal and avoiding them instead of fighting back, choosing to latch onto Kiri's arm and look down most of the day. People thought it was absolutely adorable, but Bakugou thought they were calling him a faggot the entire time.

Kirishima and Bakugou were sitting under a tree, Bakugou asleep on Kirishima's lap. Kiri was the only person he dare sleep around, be so vulnerable, and Kiri smiled everytime he did it.

"Hey, Kiri, uh..what's up with you and Katsuki..?" Deku questioned them.

"Oh! Uh, well, me and him are together. We were planning on keeping it a secret but we got a bit carried away this morning and forgot to cover up. This one right here thinks you hate him for being gay. The poor guy, only trusts me and you've known him for almost all his life. I wonder if he's ever slept near you past 12.." Kirishima continued rambling about how perfect Bakugou was, how much he loved him, all while playing with the blonde's hair as he peacefully slept.

"Hate him? I could never! I am so so happy for you guys! Can I tell everyone else? Can I can I?" Deku squealed at first but lowered his voice down when Kiri shushed him.

"Yes, you can. Me and Bakugou have been wanting someone else to tell the group for us but we had no idea who. We were both pretty nervous. Thank you Izuku." Kiri smiled.

Izuki smiled and nodded back, running to Class 1-A to tell them the news. Ejiro just continued smiling and whispering how much he loved Bakugou to him while he slept, playing with his hair.

"I love you Katsuki Bakugou."

"I love you too shitty hair.."

A quick pinch to the side caused the fake sleeper to tense up, and then dissolve into giggles when Kirishima lightly skittered his fongers up his side.

"God I love you so much."

"I love you-- pfft hahaha waitwaitwait not there-- eep! Kiriiii!" He tried to respond but burst into another round of adorable giggles when Kiri moved his finger to his hips.

They were just two perfect idiots in love, and the rest of class 1-A loved their relationship just as the two lovebirds hoped things would go. And if the class pretended not to notice the cute gestures torwards the other in the middle of lessons, "accidental" brushes against the side in class earning a small, quiet, adorable "eep!" from the one being brushed again, then who cares? Bakugou was getting better everyday, and that's all that matters. Oh and teasing too. That's always fun.

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hydrangeasimagination · 5 years

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How about some yandere bakugou where he's trying to impress the reader but they're just not getting it. Has a 6 pack? Good for you. So does everyone else in this course. Got a perfect score? Well yeah that's normal. Didn't yell at Deku for half a day? You shouldn't be yelling so much in the first place

I think it’d just frustrate him to no end, the poor baby.

He’s trying.

Well, I think it’s because his crush is so used to the work that goes into the hero work that they barely care.

I also got carried away again?

IDK if this could really be considered yandere though.

This is the last thing I’m posting for today!

Night everyone!!

~ Dari

Under the cut for space!

Being the medic was already a daunting task, even without the constant annoyances and people butting against eachother for attention. But recently, the biggest pain in your ass was the resident hothead of 3-A.

Bakugo Katsuki.

Even though he was a pain in your ass, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like him. Although your crush on him is only really known to those that don’t know to your school.

There was something about him you couldn’t shake off, as if there was something maybe a little dark that lay dormant underneath that brash persona.

You loved it, personally.

But back to the matter at hand and not your attraction to the handsome, rugged blond.

Usually, you didn’t have much of an issue with him but he’s been doing strange and often questionable things around you and glances at you often to make sure you saw.

It was like… He was trying to show off?

The first time it was a mission assigned between the support classes and the hero classes, so you as a healer were placed on a team. It consisted of Bakugo, Eijiro, and Hitoshi, the latter of the two were good friends of your’s.

After a stint with another team, Hitoshi and Bakugo were a scuffed up and needed a quick heal. The ash blond only had a couple superficial scrapes and needed his biceps to be healed. You were confused when his muscles flexed purposefully under your hands and you were sure it showed but you only to receive a smirk in return.

Of course, immediately disappeared when you moved to heal a rather nasty gash on Hitoshi’s stomach. He seemed embarrassed to have your fingers dragging over his abdominal muscles but you shrugged and just did your job.

Bakugo seemed to be in a bad mood for the rest of the assignment. Eijiro seemed to know why but he just gave a knowing smile in return to your question as to why.

The next is when he practically paraded around when the grades for the school-wide midterm was posted up. Seemed to be glancing at you a lot while you were looking for your own name.

When you spotted it, you saw that you were just a couple higher than his. It made you sigh in relief since you needed high academic grades in order to remain in general studies. For whatever reason though, he stormed off, grumbling under his breath.

The final time was when he made it a point to not yell in front of you, at least whenever you were with his object of frustrations at the time. Izuku was another good friend of your’s so it made you upset to see someone giving him a hard time.

Bakugo apparently cut down on it today, much to your delight but he shouldn’t be doing it anyway. Which you openly stated to Izuku with a scolding look.

You were running out of patience, you didn’t have time some guy that keeps trying to show off to you like a peacock all this attention. So finally, you decided to see what he wanted.

“Bakugo Katsuki - kun, I need to speak with you.”

In near amusement, you watched him jump out of his skin when you suddenly called out to him. His head snapped towards you and his eyes widened, lips parting as he stopped in his tracks.

Eijiro gave a bit of a snort at how formally you spoke but nudged his friend in amusement, muttering, “Go on Bakubro, I’ll tell the other’s you’ll be a while.”

The ash blond seemed quite nervous, but his eyes were focused on you with an intensity that made you a little uncomfortable. But wordlessly, you led him into an empty classroom and shut the door behind you both. He seemed tensed, his hands stuffed in his pockets tried to make it seem like he was being casual but how his shoulders were bunched, he was feeling anything but.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you gave him what you knew to be your confrontational look and asked, “Alright, what is it you want from me so bad?”

He choked in surprise, quite dumbfounded by your bluntness.

“Strange.” You thought he would’ve been used to it by now since you didn’t hold back at all.

Eyes impassioned and a little annoyed, you waited for an explanation. He was at your mercy right now as you were standing at the door and the only way he’d move you is forcefully.

Unbeknownst to you is the thoughts rushing through his head are anything but aggressive.

“Fuck.”

The panicked word came to his head, fragments of other words coming and going. This wasn’t how he planned to confess but with your look, you weren’t looking to beat around the bush.

He bit his lip, the color rising to his cheeks making them look like ripe peaches. Bakugo’s eyes locked on your’s, leg bouncing as he tried to think of what he wanted to say.

Looking at your face, his heart skipped again at the sight of your cute frustrated face.

Gods, you were adorable even when you were upset.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath and started to walk towards you, foot falls a bit heavy.

You tensed as he lifted his arm and prepared yourself for a fight only to gasp slightly when his hand slamming against the door, his eyes peering intensely into your’s. He caged you in place, finalizing in his head what he wanted to say.

Baring his teeth at you, he leaned in closer and practically hissed, “I was doing all that shit to try and get your attention on me because I fuckin’ hate it when you give it to those extras. I want your eyes on me and only me because I want you all to myself.”

His words sent shivers through you, although you weren’t sure of they were pleasant or not. Carmine eyes glared into your’s but his face was red, showing how embarrassed he actually was.

You were finally starting to understand, although you needed more than just a confirmation of interest. Reaching up, you gripped at the edge of his collar and dragged him closer. Lips curling with mirth at the smoke that started to rise from the palm beside you.

The darkness that you craved was rising to the surface, practically blanketing you in it. Like ink it stained his skin, fell in the shadows over his face, the possessive tone of his low voice making a fire curl in your belly.

“I’ll give you what you want.” You crooned, lazily sliding one of your hands to his neck and carefully dragging your nails over the back of it.

Purring as you elicited a shudder from him, you chuckled quietly and leaned in to whisper, “But I want you to near you say it… Properly.”

He was biting is bottom lip quite hard while his eyes scanning all over your face. Stalling on your lips, they darkened subtly when your tongue flicked out to wet them.

He let out a shaking exhale and growled, the noise sending a thrill through you, “I like you, I wanna make you mine… Is that what you wanted to hear, dumbass?”

“Yes, good… I like you too…”

You laughed softly, trailing off purposefully as your arms wound around his neck and pulled your face close to his.

You were hair’s breadth from kissing him.

While his arms squeezed tight around you, you breathed quietly into his ear.

“Katsuki.”

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thisisthe-way · 5 years

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Drummer

“What do you think of this?”

Bakugou looked up from his phone when Uraraka stepped out of the fitting room, and raised an eyebrow at the sleek red bridesmaid dress she had on. “You look cute, kao.”

“I guess. Red has never been one of my favorite colors. It’s very harsh. I’d much rather it be—“

“Pink?” Bakugou offered, smirking as he turned his eyes back to his phone.

“Shut up.” Uraraka sighed. “But since it’s for Yaomomo’s wedding and she asked me to be in it, I can’t just say no.”

“You look fine, babe,” Bakugou mumbled, eyes trained on his phone. “Can we go now?”

Uraraka glared at her boyfriend, who had offered to go with her when she said she was going to the dress shop to try on the bridesmaid dress for the first time. Ever since the incident with his arms, he was trying to do more things he normally wouldn’t. She was sure a small, insecure part of him was worrying that she would leave him if he didn’t.

That just wasn’t the case. She just couldn’t sit idly by anymore if he was going to keep putting himself in situations that could get him severely hurt or killed. They were heroes, but that didn’t mean they had to be foolish about their hero work.

“You’re the one who wanted to come,” she said, looking at him with gentle eyes. “Katsuki, you know I’m not going to leave you, right?”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up from his phone again, and he frowned, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he stepped toward her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I upset you the other night. I was just....very worried about you. Even if we were to take a break, it wouldn’t be forever,” she whispered, sliding her arms around his middle and looking up at him. “I could never spend forever without you.”

He smirked down at her. “It’s because I’m such a catch.”

“Yeah, we’ll go with that,” Uraraka replied with a matching smirk. “I just thought you needed some tough love in order to stop being so stubborn. And don’t you dare tell me you’re not stubborn.”

Bakugou shrugged and resting his hands on her back, just above the curve of her beautiful backside. “Who’s denying it? I’m fuckin’ not.”

She laughed and pressed her cheek against his hard chest, smiling. “I’m glad you came after me, that night. I—I was wondering if you would.”

“Well, maybe I figured out that life is a little bit better with someone like you standing next to me,” he mumbled, resting his chin atop her head.

“I’ve seen you think through so many strong, intelligent plans of attack. But it just seems like whenever Deku-kun is part of the equation...”

“Okay, I get it,” he spat, and then sighed. “I’m workin’ on it.”

“I know. But you didn’t need to come with me today to prove that.” She smiled up at him. “I’m really not going anywhere. I love you.”

He buried his face deeper into her hair, laying a rough kiss on the part, before mumbling, “Love you, too.”

“Anyway, let me take this off and we can go get lunch,” she said, and then stepped back into the fitting room. He approached the door and smirked a little.

“Can I watch?” He teased.

Her head peeked out, an eyebrow raised. “Go sit back down or I’ll make you float so fast...”

“Kuso, not fair, you’ve seen me with my shirt off,” he pouted as he sulked back to the little couch the store had set up for fittings. He plopped down and waited for her to change.

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They were walking through the streets of Tokyo, bellies full from lunch, and both now enjoying an ice cream cone. Uraraka was talking about how impatiently she was waiting for calls back from the agencies she had interviewed with, her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s waist as they walked.

Bakugou, standing on the street side of the sidewalk, was glancing over her head into all of the store windows as they walked, trying to listen intently, his free arm draped around her shoulders. He could hear the click of cameras, and he knew that there were reporters around.

“It’s dangerous. Everyone in the world suddenly knows your biggest weakness. That thing now comes out into the light with a giant red bullseye on its back.”

He remembered Todoroki’s words from back then, but he just didn’t care. Was that also being reckless?

He shook the thoughts away, and shiftied so his hand was wrapped securely around Uraraka’s shoulder, kissing her temple as she talked, before his eyes returned to the store windows.

He paused, suddenly, in his stride, when he saw something in one of the windows that interested him. Uraraka’s gaze followed his, and her forehead dressed in a deep; curious ‘v’ as he strode away from her and into the store, dumping his barely eaten cone in a trash can next to the entrance. “Katsuki?”

She followed, still clutching her ice cream, and she watched little sparks appear on his hands, before he rubbed them together and wiped them on his pants to get rid of any sticky residue left over.

Then, he sat down behind the thing he was so curious about: a large drum kit. He looked around, and then pointed to a rack of what he needed. “Hand me those sticks.”

Uraraka blinked and turned to find the rack behind her, picking up two drumsticks and handing them to him.

He took them, and immediately, began to play the kit as if he’d been doing it all his life, matching the rhythm to the clear beat in his head, his arms, hands and foot on the pedal moving in perfect synchronization. His eyebrows curled in concentration, his hands moving, crossing and uncrossing. His still healing muscles ached a little at the movements but he was so entranced he barely noticed.

Uraraka watched him, mouth slightly agape at the sight, ice cream now melting down her hand. He was really good.

“Katsu...I didn’t know you could—“ she tried to say over the loud beats, but pressed her lips together when she realized he wasn’t finished yet.

When he finally finished, he grinned up at her. “How was that?”

“I didn’t know you played the drums.”

He snorted and shrugged. “I took classes as a kid. You don’t remember me playing during the Cultural festival in school?” He stood up, putting the drum sticks back.

“I guess not,” she said, and noticed that his grin hadn’t dissipated. “...you really like playing, huh?”

“Tch,” he shrugged. “Sure, I guess. But who has time for shit like that in our lives? I just haven’t sat behind a kit in a while.” He massaged his slightly aching arms and smirked at her. “Come on, let’s go.”

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A few days later, Bakugou returned from grocery shopping, arms loaded down with bags as he fought and cursed at his doorknob, trying to unlock it even though he was the stubborn idiot who’d decided he didn’t want to make two trips for his grocery bags.

When he finally got the door open, he paused immediately and nearly dropped the bags when he saw Uraraka standing there, arms flung high, shouting, “Surprise!” as she stood next to the drum kit from the other day.

“Uh...” He said, a little dumbfounded as he dropped his grocery bags on the couch and stepped toward her. “Kao, What—What the hell?”

“Oh...do you not like it?” She said, pressing her knuckles to her chin, her face a caste of worry. “You seemed so excited about them the other day...”

“Sure but...Ochako, I mean it’s real fuckin’ sweet but I know you can’t afford this,” he said with a frown, scratching the back of his blonde head. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who acted without thinking sometimes.

“Huh? Oh! Right,” she said, perking up. “It’s a congratulations gift!”

“For what? Nothing changed,” he said, tilting his head in confusion.

“From me and for me,” Uraraka said, and held out her phone, showing an email from one of the agencies she’d interviewed with. “Gunhead-san has been following my work as a freelance hero. He says he’s noticed I’ve been working and improving on the things he taught me first year, and he’d be glad to have someone who works both as an offensive and support hero on his team. I got a job, Katsu!”

Bakugou felt his heart clench a little, and she was the only one who could do it to him. She had gotten a job and instead of going out and buying something for herself to celebrate, she bought him something he really wanted. God, he fuckin’ loved this girl.

“Plus,” she said, touching her cheek with her index finger and glancing up thoughtfully. “I can’t deny, you looked really, really hot playing the drums the other day. Maybe you should do it shirtless someday.” She grinned at him.

He smirked and placed his hands on his hips. “Only if you let me watch you change.”

“Aw,” she said with a sweet smile, touching his cheek. “Not a chance. Gotta leave something to the imagination for now, anata. Besides, most of the girls in class 1A have seen you shirtless at this point. So how is it even special for me? But this would be.”

“Kch,” he began, gritting his teeth. But she wasn’t wrong. He sighed and rolled his eyes, smiling st her a little. “Fine. You win. For now.”

“Katsuki,” she said, and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. “I’m always going to win.” She giggled and sat behind the kit herself, banging coarsely on the set.

He winced a little at the sound and moved to her, sliding behind her to show her how.

She was right. When it came to her, he was a big ol’ pushover. But if anyone was allowed to one-up him, it was his girl.

Only his girl.

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13 Things Best Bros Do Together (+1 Thing They Don't): Chapter 5

e) Giving Each Other Massages

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“You should fucking watch where you're going,” Bakugou mutters, rubbing Kirishima’s reddened arm.

They're currently sitting on the floor of Bakugou's room, next to each other, Kirishima leaning slightly into his best friend's side. The blonde is currently holding the redhead’s arm in his lap, massaging it gently with his coarse fingers.

“Dude, you can stop,” Kirishima insists. “It's nothing really, I just tripped over your desk and didn't harden in time. But like, I'm fine, so-”

“Did I fucking ask , Shitty Hair?” Bakugou growls. “Your arm is swollen as fuck, so shut the hell up and let me help, dumbass!”

“But I don't need-” Kirishima attempts once more, but stills at his best friend's glare, allowing himself to relax into the touch.

It's strange, thinking about it; Bakugou doesn't seem to be the sort to be so caring, but it turns out that he is...in his own way.

Kirishima sighs contentedly.

“Dude, you're so good at giving massages; I should get hurt more often.”

It's a joke, of course, but Bakugou flares up, grabbing Kirishima’s face with his free hand and tilting it to forcibly face the angry blonde.

“ Don't you fucking dare hurt yourself or I will beat your stupid ass up myself, got it?”

“Yup,” Kirishima replies between squished cheeks. Bakugou drops his hand, and the redhead immediately stretches his mouth out. Damn, but his best bro’s got a strong grip.

“Besides,” Bakugou mutters, uncharacteristically quietly, “it's not a fucking massage.” Kirishima snorts.

“Bro, hate to cut it to you, but this is most definitely a massage.” He indicates to where Bakugou is softly running his fingers across Kirishima's arm.

“I bet you've never had a real message in your entire shitty life, huh? You couldn't fucking tell a massage from a touch if you tried!” Bakugou retorts. Kirishima shrugs in agreement.

“You're not wrong, bro. Everyone expects that I don't need massages cos of my hardened skin, so yeah.”

Suddenly, Bakugou releases Kirishima's arm and moves to sit directly across the other, tugging at Kirishima's legs slightly so that the two boys are pressed a little closer together.

“Give me your fucking hands, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou demands, holding out his own palms.

Now, Kirishima's really confused as to what the heck Bakugou might be doing, but he trusts his best bro, so he places his hands in Bakugou's. And if he feels his cheeks heat up, so what?

“You ready for the best fucking massage ever?” Bakugou smirks, looking straight into Kirishima's eyes with a spark in his own eyes. Kirishima loves it when Bakugou's pumped up.

“Yeah!” he replies enthusiastically. Oh, but he has no idea what's in store for him, because it turns out, Bakugou's good at giving massages. Like, insanely good.

He starts at the base of Kirishima's palms, fingers ghosting over his skin, and works his way up to his fingers, touching along the creases of his hands impossibly gently.

And God, does it feel fantastic; Kirishima is utterly relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that Bakugou, who's possibly the most aggressive student at U.A., is being cautious and soft with him, or that he's unraveling the tension in Kirishima's hands, but something about the whole hand massage has Kirishima biting his lip to control the sounds threatening to escape him.

But when Bakugou looks up at the redhead, it takes one look for him to state:

“What, you trying not to fucking moan or some shit?” He says it so bluntly that Kirishima almost chokes. Bakugou's eyes widen, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable. In fact, he continues on:

“Whatever. Just means you fucking like it. I don't care if you sound weird.” At the same time, he intertwines their fingers and applies some pressure, so that the tension seeps satisfyingly out of Kirishima's knuckles.

“Ohhhh, right there,” the redhead hums breathlessly, leaning closer to his best friend.

Then of course, Midoriya walks in with Todoroki.

“Kacchan, is Kirishima okay now or-” The green-haired boy freezes as soon as he catches sight of the two of them on the floor. Their hands are intertwined, Kirishima's legs are resting lightly over Bakugou's knees, and the two boys are tilted forwards towards each other. Furthermore, Kirishima's bottom lip is swollen from his biting, though it must tell a completely different story to the couple staring at them. It most certainly doesn't help that Midoriya's own lips are reddish, and that dark splotches of colour disappear down his shirt.

All in all, this looks bad. Very bad.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, DEKU, OR I WILL BLAST YOU BOTH TO HELL!” Bakugou snarls, beyond livid.

“I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt-” Midoriya squeaks as Todoroki pulls him out of the room by the hand. As soon as the door shuts, Bakugou pushes Kirishima back and stands up.

“I wish I could've fucking blasted them or something for looking at us like that,” he says, looking down at the redhead, who looks back up at him a little sadly. “What?”

“Why are you pushing me away, bro?” Kirishima asks dejectedly, all puppy dog eyes. “Are you embarrassed of me?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and throws a plastic bag at him from the bed. Kirishima is obviously fast enough to catch it, albeit a little bewilderedly.

“I forgot to give this to you and seeing those idiots reminded me,” Bakugou explains quickly. Kirishima stands up himself, and peers into it, pulling out…

...The latest issue of Flash Fight Quirks ?!

“You...you got this for me all on your own?” Kirishima asks slowly. He finds it sorta cute when Bakugou flushes. But in a platonic way. Then again, Kirishima's still in shock. That must be why he thinks it's downright adorable.

“Well, yeah, dumbass. You obviously fucking like it, why wouldn't I buy you a copy?”

And suddenly, he's on the floor, because Kirishima has tackled him in a massive bear hug.

“Hey, Shitty Hair, what the fuck did I say about hugging?!” he shouts.

“Sorry,” Kirishima mumbles into his ear from on top of Bakugou. “You're just the best, bro.”

Later, Kirishima is sitting on the sofas with Kaminari, Sero, and Mina, recounting what happened.

“So then, Midoriya and Todoroki walk in, and like, it looks really wrong, so Bakugou gets all defensive and yells at them. That's what you guys heard.”

Sero flops back.

“Well, that makes sense,” he reasons. Kaminari sighs.

“We were just worried, dude,” the blonde chips in.

Mina, on the other hand, has a scary gleam in her eyes.

“Are you sure you two weren't, maybe, cuddling, or something? Like that time on-”

Kaminari and Sero are instantly leaning forward again, covering her mouth.

“She's joking, ignore her,” they say hastily in unison. And before Kirishima can even question them, Midoriya walks up to Kirishima and says, urgently:

“You and Kacchan are really close, right?”

Kirishima can't help it; he flushes bright red.

“Listen, dude, about earlier-”

“No, no, no, I mean as friends, I've totally forgotten about that!” Midoriya reassures him, flashing him a smile, which Kirishima returns.

“Well, we are best bros, if that's what you mean!” he beams.

“That's great! Then, could you possibly find out why Kacchan’s so-”

“DEKU, I CAN FUCKING SEE YOU!” Bakugou roars as he bursts into the room, pummelling towards Midoriya, who yelps and hides behind Kirishima. Bakugou tries to slow down when he sees that Midoriya is using Kirishima as a shield, but trips over the edge of the sofa and ends up sprawled in the redhead’s lap.

“Hey, you,” Kirishima greets cheerfully, pinning his friend down so he can't lunge at the smaller boy. Kirishima doesn't know exactly what is going on, but he knows that Midoriya most likely hasn't done anything to deserve Bakugou's anger.

“Let me go, Shitty Hair, I wanna punch that nerd!” But Kirishima's strong too, and Bakugou just ends up writhing on Kirishima's lap. Kind of like a very angry kitten , Kirishima thinks to himself.

It's as Bakugou's squirming that Kirishima notices that the blonde is moving his right shoulder very awkwardly.

“Bakubro,” Kirishima says gently, knowing that the nickname will get his attention, “does your shoulder hurt?” Bakugou suddenly stops moving. “Bro, what happened?”

“I was walking 'round the corner and shitty Deku appeared from fucking nowhere so I banged my shoulder against the wall really fucking hard,” Bakugou grumbles. Huh . He can work with this.

“If I give you a shoulder massage, will you stop chasing Midoriya?” Kirishima offers. They all hold their breath as Bakugou considers it.

“Fucking fine,” Bakugou finally huffs out. “But you better fucking satisfy me.” Midoriya sighs in relief at the same time Mina, Kaminari and Sero snort, Mina repeating ' satisfy ’ with much joy.

Kirishima counts them lucky that Bakugou didn't hear them.

“MIDORIYA?!” Mina's sudden screech makes them all jump, most of all the boy in question.

“You sound as scary as Kacchan,” Midoriya whispers to himself, before addressing the excited girl. “Um, yes?”

“Do you have hickies ?!” Mina is on the edge of her seat. However, Kirishima doesn't get to see where the conversation goes from there, because Bakugou (who is still very much in his lap) distracts the redhead by nudging him with his elbow.

“Massage,” he grunts, adjusting himself so that he's sitting wedged between Kirishima's legs. Kirishima chuckles but does as he's told, placing his hands on his best friend's broad shoulders.

Truth be told, he doesn't really know how to give someone any sort of massage, let alone a full shoulder massage, so he tries to mimic what Bakugou did earlier to his hands, cos that sure as hell felt good.

He runs his thumbs along the muscles of the blonde's shoulders, being extra careful with the sore one. Kirishima applies a little pressure where he hits stiff areas, because he knows it soothes his own tired muscles.

As Bakugou begins to relax and push back against Kirishima, a soft noise escapes his mouth.

“See?” Kirishima says against Bakugou's ear. “Feels great, right?”

“Fucking Shitty Hair, don't fucking whisper in my ear like that!” the blonde practically gasps. Kirishima doesn't know why Bakugou's talking like that, but sometimes he forgets that Bakugou doesn't like being too close to people; he's obviously telling him to stop because he hates it, which Kirishima respects.

He absentmindedly notices how big his best friend's muscles are, and wonders how cool it would be to feel those muscles flexing around him, like in a hug, or something. Cos best bros usually hug a lot, and Kirishima feels like they should make it a thing. Yeah, he'd like that.

Bakugou has completely and visibly relaxed under Kirishima's touch, eyes closed, and is making small sounds underneath his breath. Yup, Bakugou seems like a slightly less angry kitten now.

Confident that the blonde is satisfied, Kirishima tunes back into conversation.

Except that no-one’s talking anymore.

Wait, when did they stop talking? Was he really that immersed in making his best bro feel good (it is a priority, after all)? More pressingly, why is everyone staring?

Kirishima voices the last one aloud, to which Mina clears her throat importantly.

“Kirishima, look. We all love and respect you, so don't take this personally, but you've gotta realise that there's a time and a place for everything. You can make your boyfriend moan when you two are alone!” Kirishima is certain that Mina would've continued to tease them more if not for two reasons:

She's on the floor laughing her head off, and

Bakugou is standing above her, yelling his head off.

Midoriya silently gets up and leaves without saying a word, presumably to avoid becoming a target, whilst Sero and Kaminari cautiously pick Mina up off the floor, who's in tears by now. Kirishima attempts to lead Bakugou away, too, but the blonde is having none of it. He rounds on his best friend.

“Why the fuck do you put up them when they don't give you a fucking minute of peace without being complete assholes-” a question others have often asked him about Bakugou “-I'll fucking punch them all and then we'll see who's-”

“Dude, chill, they're joking,” Kirishima says, holding his hands up in surrender to show Bakugou that he's not trying to agitate him. Kirishima swears he can hear Bakugou's teeth grinding as he tries to stay calm. “That's what Mina’s like . She's great fun, I promise! Just don't take everything she says too seriously. Maybe give her a chance?”

“Give me another massage and I'll think about it,” Bakugou mutters.

Kirishima grins.

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