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blackdchliia · 1 year
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♡Movies: Denki Kaminari♡
♡Warnings: angst to fluff, song lyrics are used♡
♡Summary: as a child, you had always wished for a love story much like the ones in the movies you would find yourself obsessing over. Denki Kaminari is the very male that has caught your loving gaze♡
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As a child, I was obsessed with fairy tales and romance. I fell in love with the fictional worlds my mind frequently visited, watching in utter happiness as the two main love interests fell more in love with one another than they had at the start of the movie. 
In my head, I would be dancing in the arms of my lover; kissing under the stars as we told one another we loved each other. “I love you,” those three words are words I have waited endlessly to hear from him. I want a love like the movies. I always have and always will. 
For ages, ever since I had met him I had pinned helplessly for his love. He was beautiful; the sun–he could light up a room with just a single smile. He was Denki Kaminari; a boy in my class whom I was so hopelessly in love with. We had grown close at the start of the year, I sat right behind him in class. He would always turn around, sparking up a conversation with me, asking me about my day, or even just telling me I looked pretty that day. 
With every conversation, every innocent touch, every smile: I would fall harder and harder. My infatuation with Denki grew each day with each little interaction we had. 
If life were like the movies, Denki would return my feelings and be just as in love with me as I am with him. 
I learned the hard way that I was only viewed as a friend by Denki; our love was nothing more but an innocent friendship full of innocent, loving touches. We were at a party–a welcome party for us, the students, for moving into the U.A. dorms. 
His hand gripped mine, dragging me around everywhere, exploring our new home. “We can definitely do some serious movie watching in the common room, Y/n,” movies; my heart beats at the thought of the various romantic films that I was so in love with–the films in which I dreamed my life would turn into. No sound came out of my lips, he turned his head, beautiful yellow eyes filled with electricity gazing right into my own e/c orbs. I finally nodded in response, a smile grazing my features as he continued to drag me around. 
What started as an innocent adventure of our new home ended in complete and utter heartbreak. Denki and I had stopped exploring around for a moment, going outside to get a breath of fresh air. He leaned against the stone wall of the tall building, staring up at the night sky. The sky in which I oh so badly wished to dance under with him. His pale arms rested behind his head, a grin growing on his face as he studied the beautiful white dots in the sky–the stars. 
“I’m excited to live here with you guys, Y/n,” he turned his head, eyes locked with my own. “I’m really hoping I can grow closer to Jirou.” My heart shattered. I stared helplessly at Denki–wishing, praying, hoping that I had heard his words wrong. 
“Huh?” I sounded so dumbfounded as I spoke; embarrassing. “Ya know, Jirou? The girl with the earphone jacks,” his smile grew wider–eyes holding nothing but love inside of them as he stared back at the stars. He looked so in love–. “She’s gorgeous Y/n. I genuinely think I’m in love.”
His words stung. 
In my head we’d never grow apart, and in my head he would never break my heart. I was so stupid; real life is never like the movies. 
Now here I am, watching in complete and utter envy and sadness as Jirou and Denki held one another–dancing to some Ricky Montgomery song under the stars right outside of my dorm window. My heart ached. That was supposed to be me; my dream did not belong to me anymore, instead to another. 
I hold no hatred for Jirou; she’s a gorgeous woman who deserves so much–but why did it have to be Denki of all people? Why did I not deserve him?
I believe after that night in which I had my heart broken, Denki could sense a change in me. After that night, he ceased talking with me. Instead, growing closer with Jirou. I had lost a friend and a potential love all within a few short hours. 
They were holding one another so close; laughter erupting from Jirou’s mouth as she threw her head back–arms pulling Denki closer to her as he pressed a loving kiss against her shoulder. He looked so happy, their love was just like the love I had seen in the movies; the love that I had yearned for. 
In my head, that would be Denki and I dancing in the dark–kissing under the stars. But, it’s not what we’re doing; because real life is nothing like the movies. 
I felt so much envy and heartache in my heart, but I could never make myself hate Denki or Jirou. I continued to gaze out of the window; eyes watching sadly as they danced the night away with one another. Yellow eyes gazed over a clothed shoulder–locking in with my own eyes. A smile grew on my face, bottom lip trembling as he raised my hand up; giving Denki a small wave. He smiled in response. 
He smiled. 
My heartbeat quickened; I shouldn’t feel this way over such a small interaction. My eyes looked back out the window–for I had gazed down the moment he flashed his beautiful smile, only to find neither Denki or Jirou standing under the sky. My eyes widened; where could they have gone?
A knock sounded against my door–I turned in my chair, watching as the sun entered my room–Denki. He smiled sheepishly, holding his hand out to me, yellow eyes staring right into my own. “Come on,” his words echoed in my mind. To where? I wanted to question, but no words came out. My hand shot out, taking Denki’s in a loving grip. 
Soon, I was dragged outside–to the very spot in which he and Jirou had been dancing at. His arms wrapped around my waist, yellow eyes staring down at me, watching me intently. I could only stare up at him, my own arms wrapping around his shoulders without a word spoken. 
“Denki–,” he hushed me, his thumbs that rested on my sides rubbed soothing circles as we began dancing to a song that I did not bother listening to. All I could focus on was Denki as he held me close–dancing under the stars.
The stars watched us in envy; wishing they had what we had. 
“I’m sorry,” his words caught me off-guard, my head tilted up, eyes looking into his. “About?” A sad smile grew on his face, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “About not seeing it before,” his grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer, chin resting on top of my head. 
“Not seeing what exactly, Denki?” He chuckled, causing his shoulders to shake as he pulled away, staring down at me. “For not seeing that you love me, Y/n.” My heart stopped–time seemed to slow down as he leaned down, our lips were centimeters apart; he looked into my eyes, and without a word, our lips connected.
Before I got too lost in the kiss, I pulled away, staring up at Denki. “What about Jirou?” His thumbs once again began to rub calming circles into my side. “When we were dancing–she saw you. She was talking to me, pointing everything out to me..how you look at me, how you act around me,” he took a deep breath, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin of my cheek. “She made me realize that you were in love with me, Y/n.” 
My bottom lip trembled. “Do you–Do you love me?”
A wide grin grew on his face. “Y/n, everytime I look at you, I look at you like you’re perfect for me. You are a diamond–and I’m the ring,” he paused, pulling away from me. His hands flew up, pressing on either side of my face as he looked right at me. He had begun to wipe at the tears that were beginning to fall from my eyes. 
“In my head,” I began, my words were jumbled as I spoke; “we would always be dancing in the dark, and in my head, we would kiss under the stars,” I sobbed as I spoke. “I’ve always wanted a love like the movies.” 
A smile broke out on Denki’s face, he leaned in, pressing another kiss to my lips. “In my head, we never grow apart, and in my head I’ll never break your heart,” he spoke against my lips before pulling away. 
“Never?” I sniffled. His fingers raised up; wiping once more at my tears. “Never..” He whispered before our lips once more intertwined. 
In my head, we’re dancing in the dark and in my head, we kiss under the stars.
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angst-king · 3 months
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Below the surface
((This is a Kaminari Angst story.) ((CW Mention of Drowning, child abuse, neglect & trafficing))
The class thought they knew Kaminari pretty well, he was just a fun-loving guy who didn’t seem to have a serious bone in his body. He wasn’t the best with academics and hardly had a hand on his quirk. How the hell did he get into UA?! Sure, he did improve in some areas but still struggled and seemed generally happy. He had some weird things about him, like how he’d jump when the communal showers were turned on, how he’d scarf down his food or just stare at it. At the beginning of the year, he seemed extremely awkward but broke through it with jokes. However, his jokes didn’t completely hide his hyperawareness of everyone around him.
They all just chalked it up to him having some quirks about him. Everyone has them right?
Denki made friends with everyone, he was personable at least, and the bakusquad loved him. He was their bubbly fun-loving electric blond boy who adored video games and trying things out! Denki was also a pretty good listener especially when they moved into the dorms and some of his classmates had a hard time adjusting. He’d listen to them vent. He’d let Mina paint his nails while she went on about her home life. Though if anyone asked him about his, there wasn’t much he could say…..How could he?
His parents were never home, hell they sold him off to the commission once he got his quirk since they didn’t wanna parent him. The only reason he wasn’t there anymore was because they wanted to try out dual teachings and UA got a hold of his records.
Today was the day his friends would see who he was underneath his smiles and laughs.
Today’s mission went wrong. How you ask, it was a school team up during patrol. They were entrusted to handle patrol and broke up into squads. A villain outbreak happened and let's just say long story short someone’s quirk had a misfire and shrapnel was coming down. Kaminari got in front of a civilian to protect them from whatever was coming. Little did he know the quirk’s effects.
Now that the air had cleared Kaminari’s squad was looking for him and under the rubble was a small blond in his now oversized t-shirt. The poor child looked confused and horrified, one of his classmates picked him up and rushed him over to the first rescue truck they could find. Though as soon as Kaminari was set down he tried to crawl off and run. He screamed for them not to hurt him and backed himself into the corner of the bed he was on. It took a while for them to get him bandaged up before the crew said he could be taken back to the school.
Bakugou, Eijirou, Mina, Sero, and Jirou were in the truck. They listened as the child cried out for the medic to stop, and they hadn’t done anything to him yet. At first, Bakugou was the first to speak up….well more like a yell.
“Dunce face stop fucking screaming, he’s just trying to fucking help!” Eijirou was quick to bap Katsuki on the forehead pointing out how Denki was acting.
“He’s scared dude. No kid screams like this for no reason. I’d be scared too if I got turned into a child and suddenly some adult is trying to touch me.” Bakugou adjusted himself in his seat, arms folded as he grumbled lowly. When they got to UA, they brought him to recovery girl with the hopes that he would cooperate more easily.
Well, to say getting him bandaged was difficult was an understatement. Denki seemed to want to avoid the school nurse at all costs. His peers could hear his screaming from her room to their classroom! Some said he was just being dramatic while others quietly sympathised. Aizawa gave the students a heads-up.
“Look I understand this is strange but, I need you guys to be patient with him. These sorts of quirks vary in effect so we don’t fully know how he’s being affected. Whether he remembers people from his teen form or not, as well as he may have some baggage from his younger years that may resurface.” The way Aizawa said the word ‘baggage’ the class seemed confused. He said he would not delve into it unless he needed to and had Kaminari’s permission.
“For now I just want you to be kind and look after him.” It was another minute before there was a knock on the door, Aizawa gave a small ‘come in’, and on the other side was Recovery-Girl. The class’s attention shifted to the old woman.
“Denki will be physically alright, it took some…effort, luckily his injuries are superficial and will heal. His current age is somewhat unknown, I’m guessing maybe 6-10 years old. He doesn’t know how old he is himself, and we don’t have much to compare it to. He’s very jumpy and easily startled, you will see lots of scarring since I couldn’t find a shirt for him just yet just pants. He doesn’t remember UA at all so do not be surprised by this.” The class gave a silent nod before Tenya spoke up.
“Where is Kaminari, is he resting in your office, Recovery-Girl?” Recovery-Girl looked a little confused before she looked behind herself and noticed the child wasn’t with her.
“He was just with me a second ago, holding my hand.” She said to herself wondering where he could have gone. She looked back down the hallway there wasn’t a trace of the boy to be seen. How’d he disappear so fast!? She looked back to the class with worry Aizawa asked if he should radio Nezu to announce a lockdown and search. Recovery-Girl shook her head at this suggestion.
“No no, especially if he knows we’re doing a lockdown, it’ll cause him to panic more than he already is. He’s probably trying to find a place to hide. If we have the teachers go after him it’ll only traumatize him more. He sees adults as a threat, remember….also you remember the first day of school Shota” The man sighed when that was brought up, rubbing the back of his head with a nod.
“Yup, I remember, damn that kid could hide in places I didn’t think he could fit in. Now he’s smaller the kid could be anywhere.” Then there was the class, confused as ever what were they talking about? How would the heroes going to look for him to make it worse? What happened on the first day of school?! Aizawa could see the confused looks on their faces and leaned against his blackboard, giving the school nurse a look she said.
“Just tell them, it's for the best they know.” Aizawa nodded and cleared his throat now all eyes were on him.
“Alright, listen up. What I say about your classmate must not be told to anyone outside of this room unless they are a teacher at the school. Got it?” The class collectively hummed a ‘yes’. Shota continued.
“Kaminari Denki used to be in the hero commission. For those who don’t know the hero commission ‘breeds’ children with strong quirks and trains them like soldiers. As you can imagine the conditions weren’t the best. Denki was let out of the commission 6 months ago so he’s lived his entire life in that facility, and to say how he was treated badly is a gross understatement. I will not go into detail as to what I know he’s been through, but all I will say is. To him, he sees us adults as a threat to his safety. He’s trying to get out because he feels trapped. Think of him as a scared prey animal like a bunny or a rat, he views us as lions or wolves….But I’m going to entrust you all with the special task of bringing him back. I will ask all the teachers to shut their doors so he can’t get into a classroom if he hasn’t already. This will limit his options.” The class stood in stunned silence, their minds all on different frequencies. But they have their task and now need to focus on finding their classmate. Aizawa grabbed his radio and gave the order for teachers to lock their doors and take attendance.
“What do we do?” Started Mina, Momo was the first to speak up.
“Well, first we should take off our support gear or anything that could look threatening.” Some furrowed their brows.
“Why would we do that?” “Because for 1 we won't need it to get to him, it could make it harder to get into tight spaces, at most maybe a rope if he’s stuck somewhere. And 2 because it could look threatening. Like Aizawa said he’s easily frightened. For example, Bakugou would have to take off his gauntlets and mask. Cause I don’t know about you but some of us would look scary to a tiny child.” “Momo’s right,” Iida said while lifting off his helmet and placing it on his desk. The class wasted no time dismantling their hero costumes for those who needed them.
“Let's split up into groups, upper level, and lower level. I’m passing out walkie-talkies for progress reports.” Momo said as she used her quirk to create the devices. The class divides themselves in half and gets assigned their levels.
“Okay remember, be gentle and quiet, and try not to scare him!”
Once the class leaves the rooms they’re on the search for Kaminari. Passing door after door, they were happy to see that the classroom doors were all closed. The lower level group let the upper level know that they’d made it and were splitting up to cover more ground. The only sound in the halls was their feet padding on the tile as they looked around. Searching corners and behind stairwells.
Kirishima’s group was on the upper level, tension was as thick as a knife. Even Bakugou was worried, he started to regret yelling at Kaminari in the truck. How could he not tell them he was a commission kid? That was his entire life it's not like he’d have no memory. Maybe it was too painful to talk about? Maybe it was something he didn’t wanna remember. If that was the case they’d understand but this explained a lot of his behavior. How he’d jump when you touched his shoulder, or how jittery he could be some days. How he seemed to be lost when it came to human interactions, or learning he’d never had certain foods, and that he mainly lived on rice bowls before the dorms were put in place.
“You think we could bribe him to come out with candy?” Suggested Mina, Sero shook his head.
“No, if he knows it's a bribe he won't fall for it. He’s a child not stupid. We’re strangers to him.” “dang-it how are we supposed to find him? This place is so big, it’ll take all day.” “where would you hide?” Katsuki spoke up, the group looked back at him.
“I’m serious, if you were a tiny brat, where would you hide? They said to think of places he’d hide.” Eijirou scratched at his chin while thinking before blurting out.
“The bathrooms! He might not be able to read so he could be in any of them. And since the door can be locked he’d think he’s safe.” Eijirou radioed that they would be checking the bathrooms to find him. Hurrying off to the nearby bathrooms on their section of the top floor. Mina and Jirou went and checked the girls’ bathroom while the boys checked the boy's bathroom. Nothing.
Deku’s group reported the same thing, and then Nezu came into their frequency.
“Hello class 1-A I got wind that you are searching for Kaminari. I’m looking through the school surveillance to see if I can help you. Whoever was closest checked the school storage closets, I saw him head that direction.” With that instruction, Eijirou’s group checked their location and went to the nearest storage closet, which was in the teacher’s lounge. The door was locked, which was weird, that door was only ever locked when school was over.
Mina managed to melt into the lock to get the door open, at first they didn’t see anything until the soft whimpering noise came. Looking to the left and down they saw a flash of yellow and then sparks of electricity. The lights flickered on and off repeatedly. Finally, their eyes landed on Kaminari who was curled up, knees to his chest under a table. Shuffling themselves inside quietly Eijirou was the first to speak.
“Hey Denki” Teary eyes darted up at them and he scurried farther under the table. The electricity he created grew stronger as he cried for them to not hurt him. Eijirou was the first to get down on his knees prompting the others to do the same as he tried to calm the boy down.
“It's okay Denki, you’re safe, no one’s gonna hurt you. We promise none of us are gonna hurt you and we won't let anyone hurt you.” Denki made a soft noise before shaking his head ‘No’. Saying he didn’t believe them.
“You’re gonna bring me back to the guards, I don’t wanna go back.” “We’re not gonna bring you back to them. There is no guard to bring you back to buddy.” That seemed to get Denki’s attention.
“Th-there isn’t?” Then Jirou chimed in. “No there isn’t, do you know where you are, Denki?” “…Th-the c-commission?” “No, you’re not there anymore. You’re at UA, a pro-hero school.” Denki then started to come out of his curled-up position, his quirk also fizzling out a bit.
“You’re safe, we just have to bring you back to Mr. Aizawa okay?” Then Denki starts crying again shaking his head.
“N-no, no adults, they’re scary.” “Alright, how about we take you to our dormitory?” “dormit-tory?” “yeah, it's where we all live. It's like a big apartment building sorta.” “y-you promise they won't bring me back?” “Yes, Denki we promise.” Slowly Denki crawled out from under the table and into the light. Recovery-Girl wasn’t joking when he said Denki had scars! There were many small scars, but there was also a large one on his back that resembled lightning. When the child got to his feet he held onto Kirishima’s belt tightly. Eijirou didn’t mind this and took this as a sign that Denki trusted him.
Sero texted that class 1-A group chat to let them know Denki had been found and that one of the other groups needed to inform Aizawa that they’d be taking Denki to the dormitory. He knew that if he used the radio Denki would probably freak out. With that, they walked to their dormitory.
Taking Denki outside was, sad to say the least. He looked like he’d never seen outside before let alone walked outside! He was completely enamored with how warm it was, how bright the sun was. And that there was no fence….Damn. When they reached the dormitory Denki mentioned how it looked similar to the commission.
“That's kinda what our dormitory looked like…but really dull and a lil smaller.” Bringing him inside he stayed close by to EIjirou. He looked around the place cautiously as if someone would pop out of nowhere at any time. Eijirou took him over to the couch just as some of the other students came in. Seeing the others Denki became anxious again and tried to hide. Eijirou saw this and just held Denki reminding him that the others wouldn’t hurt him.
“Aaw there’s Denki, where’d you find him?” Inquired Ochako.
“In the teacher’s lounge under a table.” “oh wow, good thing Nezu gave us the idea to check the storage places.”
Some tried talking to Denki, asking how old he was and if he remembered them. This was obviously overwhelming him. He nuzzled himself into Eijirou’s body making a nervous noise, while his quirk sparked. Some were confused as to why he was hiding as if what Aizawa had explained earlier had been forgotten.
“OI, back off of him will ya!” Called out Bakugou from the kitchen, he didn’t yell, but he was loud enough to make the group pause. He came over with a bag of chips and some juice and offered it to Kaminari.
“Hey kid, got ya something” Denki looked over at him and the snacks.
“You can have them, they’re yours,” Bakugou stated handing them to him, Kaminari cautiously opened the bag and ate one of the chips. Quietly muttering a ‘thank you’ as Katsuki down beside him. His sparking faded to nothingness as he quietly ate his snack.
“You guys can’t crowd him or you’ll scare him. You remember what Mr Aizawa said.” Ejirou added, that there were many ‘sorry’ ‘didn’t mean to’s from the class as they took a step back. The only one who came forward was Momo, she had a small shirt in her hand, it was plain nothing much. But it would fit and that’s all that mattered. Denki happily put the shirt on and then asked.
“Since I’m not at the commission anymore. Does that mean I don’t have to do training?” “Training?” “Yeah, we have training every day, it was always before the sun came up and went all day.” “What was the training you had to do?” “Hm, it was mainly sparring. Or I think that’s what they called it. We’d also have ‘stealth missions’ and assassin practice.” That truly got the class’s attention.
“And what did those involve?” “Well with sparring, we’d sometimes use our quirks, other times we were given weapons. They tell us not to stop until the bell rings. I got hurt a lot when we’d spar, sometimes they’d make bets on who would win. I don’t win very often so the adults always get mad at me.” “A-and what about assassin practice?” “Hm? It's like tag with weapons! I don’t like being ‘it’, I can run super fast but I don’t like hurting people. Though the handlers say that I’m not a big boy if I don’t.” The class looked unsettled with how casually Denki spoke about it, he still ate his snack while he talked as if it was nothing. Like some snack time story!
They decided to not press too much for his past unless he wanted to, besides it was a little disturbing!
They did notice that Denki seemed to be a lot quieter as a child, though they connected that to being shy of nervous around others since he was so small. That was until he pointed out how nice they were.
“You guys are really nice compared to my roommates” “Your roommates?” “Mhm! They usually sound like the blond guy over there, but a lot meaner.” When Denki said blond guy, they all knew he meant Katsuki. Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his seat wondering how bad were those guys.
“Sometimes they could be nice but most times all they’d do is scream at me, take my food, or make me do things I don’t wanna do. If I want them to be nice then I have to be strong like them or they’ll go back to being mean” “Wh-what did they make you do?” “Make me sleep on the floor or in the closets, make me get in trouble n’get punished for things I didn’t do.” And all of this happened to him while he was barely even 12! What the hell happened after age 10? He got out of there 6 months ago!
The worst of what they knew about their beloved electric quirk user was yet to come.
As the day got later, Denki learned some of his classmates’ names. He still only stuck around with the Bakusquad since he seemed to feel the most comfortable with them. They planned to sleep in the common room sleepover style. They got everything set up, blankets, and pillows, and Bakugou was in the kitchen. Kirishima looked at the time and figured Denki needed a bath n had to have his bandages changed. Momo had given them a set of pajamas for him to change into afterward.
“Alright Denki, we gotta get you cleaned up so we can change your bandages. Gotta take a shower kiddo.” Then everything changed. Denki’s entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. He frantically shook his head and began to cry. His hands came up in a defensive way over his head as he pleaded for them not to make him take a bath. The group looked bewildered by this sudden change. Seeing the fear flickering in his eyes as he looked at them.
“Hey hey kid, it's just a shower, we don’t wanna get your PJs dirty.” Again Denki refused Eijirou’s reassurance and this time said.
“I-I’m not falling for it. Th-they say that a-and then…then th-then” This time Sero came over to help inquiring what was causing Denki to be so fearful of taking a shower.
“What is it, Denki?” “Y-you’re gonna drown me!” He blurted out, and everyone in the room froze. The room almost pinning silent except for Denki’s ragged breaths.
“Drown you?” Sero repeated, Denki nodded and explained it to them.
“Th-that's what th-the chamber is f-for. Th-they put me ins-side and fill it up w-with water n don’t let me out un-until I pass out. Or the big kids force m-me in and shove my head in the w-water bucket, or put a t-towel over my face!” Katsuki had turned off the stove when he heard that, the entire room still silent with a stunned look on their faces…..That explains the flinching. Sero could barely utter a word just staring at the blond in horror. All they could hear was Denki begging for them not to put him in the shower! It was another minute before Katsuki had come over from his place in the kitchen.
He then reached over and picked up the child, pulled him to his chest, and just walked around shushing him softly. Adding a light bouncing to his walk as he did this. One hand gingerly rubbing his back the other holding Denki up. He walked around the entire lounge quietly whispering soft reassurances of his safety until Denki ultimately quieted down. The class watched in shock. Since when in the hell could Bakugou Katsuki be so damn gentle!?! How did he just casually walk up, scoop the child into his arms, and do all of that? Who was this guy and what did they do with their Bakugou?!
Finally, when Denki was just sniffling and making small noises Katsuki went over and asked Momo if she had any wipes. When she brought over her bin of body wipes, Katsuki set Denki down and gave him the bin.
“Just need you to wipe down your body with these in the bathroom alright? Put on your PJs and when you’re done we’ll bandage you up. Think you can do that?” Denki nodded and went into the rest room leaving the class to now gawk at Katsuki in amasement. They waited till the door was shut for them to start asking questions.
“Dude what the hell was that?!” “How in the hell did you get him to stop crying?” “didn’t know you could do that!”
Then finally “Oi Oi OI! Shut it….I’ve seen the old man do that with Eri and it seems to work. That’s all.” He grumbled out, though they all knew there was more to it than that. Yet they collectively decided not to press for more answers knowing the result won't be what they want. So they just situated themselves back to their routine and Katsuki went back into the kitchen to finish making dinner.
When Denki came out in the PJs Momo gave him he shyly went and gave Momo her box then went over to Katsuki with a proud look on his face.
“Tada! Look ‘Tsuki I did it!” Yeah, the entire class felt their heart melt at that point. Katsuki looked over and smiled at him giving him a pat on the head.
“Good job kid, I’ve made you nuggets and fries, can you take these to the big take over there?” Katsuki asked while handing Denki a stack of paper plates, Denki nodded and toddled off to the lounge and put the paper plates on the big table in front of the couches. Katsuki wasn’t far behind with the big tray of chicken nuggets and fries that he also set down. They let Denki get what he wanted first and then they all went at it. Jirou put on a movie that Denki seemed excited about, it was Finding Nemo, and he’d never seen it. By now the class wasn’t too surprised, some guessed he’d never seen a kid's TV show in his life!
While they watched the movie, Eijirou and Katsuki made fast work of rebandaging Denki. Thankfully the movie kept him pretty distracted so it didn’t take them long to do it. They were saddened to see all the scaring and a barcode with serial numbers that seemed to be tattooed on his neck. Mina took the opportunity to try brushing out Denki’s hair which was much longer, almost shoulder length. Which compared to his teen form where it only reached his jawline. His hair was very tangled and messy, some of his hair needed to be re-sectioned out. She did her best not to tug or yank at his hair, taking her and reading his body language to know when to let him take a break. By the end of the movie, Mina with the help of Jirou got Denki’s hair completely brushed out, some of it was put into a ponytail to keep it out of his face.
Looking at the time and then at the small child they saw he was getting sleepy and put him down…well tried. Eijirou tried to put Denki down on the cot but, the little one refused to let go and would make a small noise when Eijirou tried. They took it as a sign just to let him sleep with him, which Eijirou didn’t mind. He didn’t move much in his sleep and if it made Denki feel safe then that was fine by him. Everyone got themselves settled into bed, whether that was in their rooms or the common room, and went to sleep.
(time skip)
It had taken 3 days for the quirk to wear off and by then the class had found a new appreciation for each other. As well as a new perspective on their classmate. When the quirk finally wore off they woke up to now-16-year-old Denki who went on about his day like nothing had happened, as if everything was a dream until someone pointed it out.
“Holy shit he’s normal again!” Denki looked confused at this and asked what they were talking about. Hanta then asked if he remembered anything.
“Hm well I remember this strange ass dream that I’d turned into my kid self, you guys didn’t look the same at all honestly. As if we were strangers, didn’t know where the hell I was either.” “well dunce face, that was no fucking dream, you got hit by some stupid quirk. So everything you ‘dreamed’ was real.” Replied Bakugou as he sipped on his coffee.
“….Y-you guys saw things didn’t you….you heard things didn’t you?” It took them a minute to understand what Kaminari meant by this until Sero came over.
“Yes we did but, we don’t hate you, we don’t see you as weak. We just see that as a part of your past. It just explains some of your behaviors and that is okay.” “I-I just di-didn’t wanna tell you, I didn’t think you’d believe me h-honestly.” “I mean yeah it sounds crazy but, we have no reason to judge you. Besides if Aizawa had to tell us it was bad, then it's bad.” “W-well d-do you have any questions for me? I know you guys are probably curious about everything else” Jirou then came up behind him and joined the conversation.
“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to. Sure, we’re curious but you can talk about it on your own time at your own pace. We’re not gonna push you to talk about your past, Kaminari” Denki let out a small sigh of relief and rushed his hands through his hair with a smile.
“I’m glad I’ve got you guys, You’re the best friends I could ask for.” “Tch whatever Pikachu, don’t get all mushy on us, it's too early for that.” “Whatever ‘Tsuki~”
Even with Denki back to his older self, the squad couldn’t erase the younger version of him. They now knew what lay below the surface of his smiles. They couldn’t put away the memories of the blond huddled under a table in fear. They couldn’t shove away the conversations they had with him that he so casually brought up. They couldn’t un-see the marks on his back and that most definitely multiplied by the age he was now!
And wondered if they would ever go deeper ever again….Even if they promised to never force answers from him, that didn’t stop them from wanting to delve lower into the depths of Denki’s trauma.
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An: I tried formatting it on my phone because I'm on vacation. I struggled so I'll wait till I get home next weekend to properly format it, but here's my piece for @mybigbangacademia
Tags: major character death, small reference to start of the Final arc in the manga, depictions of grief, violence(fighting a villain), depiction of a person dying, PTSD, funerals, more gore cuz PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks, MORE GRIEF. Yuh.
The accompanying art was drawn by the extremely talented @almaadst find it here.
Premise: Watching your friend die is never easy, Bakugou learned this the hard way. But how many students need to die for UA to pick up the slack? To make attending the school safe for students and assuage the fears that have been stoked in their parents? To Bakugou’s knowledge, only a couple students have died at UA throughout its history. But for Aizawa, he knows the truth. He sees the grief he experienced when he lost Oboro reflected in his own students, and he decided that he’s had enough. He can’t sit idly by while students are dying. With the determination of class 2-A, they dig for the truth, only to find the hundreds of skeletons in UA and the HPSC are hiding in their closet. When the truth comes to life, the already fragile trust the people had with heroes shattered. And with these revelations, come a reckoning. 
I'm really trying to give y'all time to run, or know what you're getting into.
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Becoming a hero almost meant that sacrifices were going to be made. Your social life, your sleep, your mental health, or even your life. But as Bakugo is staring at blood soaked rubble, he realized that he wasn't ready to make that ultimate sacrifice. None of his classmates were. So why was he holding the hand of his lifeless friend?
After All for One was defeated, class 2-A took a collective deep breath. The Paranormal Liberation Front was dealt with. Everyone thought that they were finally going to be able to have a normal or at least semi-normal high school experience. That bubble was immediately popped at the Ground Beta site.
Bakugo, Denki and Kaminari were all running through what were the remnants of a multiple story building. There were only two floors that were left, and towering beams that indicated there were even more floors that now cease to exist. It was quiet, almost too quiet for Bakugou. He slowed down and surveyed his surroundings.
"Something feels wrong. I don't know what it is, but I'm not liking it here," Bakugou said, keeping in line with Denki and Kirishima. Dread weighed his brain down, the feeling coating him like a gross, thick syrup. He's never been this on edge before and it scares him. Denki laughed and shoved him a little.
"Dude, you're being paranoid. I know we've been through a lot in the last year, but it's over. All for One, the League, everything is done. We can finally relax," he said, placing his hands behind his head. Kirishima nodded before agreeing, stating, "Denki's right. We should always stay vigilant, but the people who would attack us on campus are never coming back. So we're safe here, alright Bakugou?" Bakugou let out a huff and the three of them remained in silence before a loud boom echoed through the floor. Before any of them could think, they were off, running to figure out the origin of the sound. They thought it was remotely detonated charges set up by the school, but Bakugou had a sinking feeling it was something or someone much worse. Kirishima and Denki were placing bets as to what the school had in store for them, but nothing about this screamed organized. They ran to another part of the building, and Bakugou's blood ran cold at the sight of a large hulking figure standing in front of a gaping hole in the concrete wall.
"Oh, my first victims," the figure spoke, its voice gravely and almost inhuman. It was grotesque, its body looking humanoid with lava and black rocks decorating its skin.
"Shitty Hair! Go alert the school," Bakugou barked out. Kirishima nodded and ran deeper into the building, knowing there's flares somewhere inside, leaving Bakugou and Denki to defend themselves.
Looking around, Bakugou tried to assess his best options, quickly realizing that's this is a nightmare for using his quirk. An enclosed space like this hallway means that Denki is easy collateral damage. All it takes is one wrong move and he'll hurt him, so Bakugou bursts forward, propelled by his hands' explosions in an attempt to run outside, only to be thrown against the wall. Bakugou grunts as he makes impact, and slides to the floor. Denki makes a move to get to Bakugou but the villain gets to Denki first, lifting him by the neck.
"You aren't as interesting, so if you want to live, stay out of it," they growled out, tightening his hold on Denki's neck. Denki felt heavy with nothing but fear as the villain stared at him. Bakugou watched as Denki clawed at the villain's hands in weakening attempts to get them to release him. The villain turned his head to look at Bakugou before continuing to speak. "I wanted you, among some of your other classmates, Shoto and Deku. You all caused quite the stir in the last year and I want to see what all the hype is. The rest of your class is simply collateral damage." They threw Denki to the same, and Bakugou instictively ran to catch his friend before he made contact with the wall.
"Get the fuck out of here Pikachu. I'm not letting you get hurt 'cuz of me," Bakugou growled, but Denki could see pain and worry swimming in his friend's eyes.
"I'm not leaving. Kirishima will be back soon. Let's hold him off til the teachers get here," Denki said, smiling. Bakugou shook his head, voicing his dissent.
"No. You both need to go. This is my fight, not yours." The villain stormed towards them.
"I'm tired of your fluffy shit. Neither of you are hurt really bad, and starting to fuckjng bored." Bakugo blasted both of them out of the building, getting Denki to a safe spot as the villain spoke. "Stay here and wait for the teachers." As Bakugo spoke, a flare shot into the sky, and Bakugo let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. The teachers know something's up. Someone's gonna come for us. We'll be okay. When everything was so chaotic last year, he always had the teachers behind him, and it gave him so much more confidence and strength knowing he had pro-heroes on his corner, supporting him and ready to lay their lives on the line to protect him and his classmates.
"When the teachers come, tell them what's going on," Bakugou said before blasting off again, leaving a screaming Denki behind. This is his fight and business. He couldn't bear the pain of his best friend getting hurt because the villain want him.
As he arrived back at the building, he saw Kirishima outside, looking around. "Oi, Shitty Hair," Bakugou yelled out, catching Kirishima's attention. Kirishima's shoulders relaxed as he saw his friend.
"Oh thank goodness you're okay. Where's Kaminari," Kirishima asked, relief obvious on his features.
"I took him to safety. And you have to go, too, Shitty Hair. The guy specifically is after me. I refuse to let people get hurt because of me," Bakugou said, causing Kirishima to blink in surprise, before determination took over his features. "I'm your shield, remember? I can deal with the brunt of your attacks so you don't have to be careful around me, you hear? Go all out and show this villain why the best heroes come from UA. Besides, it wouldn't be very manly of me to leave my friend in their time of need," Kirishima stated, and Bakugou let out a "tsk" before the faintest sign of a smile appeared on his face.
"Found you," the villain exclaimed, coming out from the hole he left in the wall. It was almost the villain was playing some sick and twisted version of hide and seek. The villain almost sung those words, and it caused Bakugou to believe that the villain saw everything as somw fucked up game. Kirishima immediately took a defensive stance the moment he heard the villain, and Bakugou started blasting towards the villain. I don't have to incapacitate him, I just need to keep him busy, he thought as lhe blasted the villain in the face. They stumbled before smiling, showing their sharp teeth. "That's what I'm here for. Show me what you're capable of Dynamight," they snarled, now lunging at Bakugou.
Bakugou kept moving around, dodging his attacks, and the villain, slowly becoming more and more agitated, started picking up rubble to throw at him. The air was was slowly becoming more and more saturated with the smell of burnt caramel and smoke as Bakugou kept using his explosions to avoid the villain's attacks, and the crack of each of this explosions pierced through the air.
"I came for a fight, and all you're doing is dancing around me. If you think you're going to live long enough for your teachers to get here and save you, you're sorely mistaken," they growled. Bakugou didn't dignify them with an answer. Don't rile them up, but close yourself off so this isn't as much of a fun game for him. He'll start to want to give up and get messy and that's when I strike, he thought as he kept his pace in the air. He able to blast away pieces of the rubble, and Kirishima came in, blocking some of the villain's projectiles. They hissed out in pain as Kirishima landed some blows on him as well, and the villain immediately turned to punch Kirishima through a wall, knocking the redhead unconscious. "Kirishima," Bakugou yelled out, wanting to run to his friend, but the villain grabbed him and slammed him into the ground.
"Now that the pest is dealt with, time for the main show," they said as they cackled. All Bakugou could see was red, causing an explosion in the villain's face. The attack caused them to release Bakugou and he began an onslaught of attacks, landing blow after blow on the villain. The villain laughed despite obviously hurting from the blows. "This is it! Show me why the League thought you would be a great asset," they laughed, obviously trying to enrage Bakugou even further, but the sound of his name stopped his rampage.
Denki was running towards the fight, throwing a disk towards the villain before shooting out a bolt of electricity at them, their body locking up from the current. Bakugou ran to Denki at this opening, fury covering his features.
"The fuck are you doing here! I thought I told you to wait for the teachers, dumbass," Bakugo screamed. Denki shook his head.
"Aizawa came but he was the only teacher that was there, and I refused to wait any longer while my friends might be dying! He messed with you, meaning he messed with me," Denki said, his voice cracking. Bakugou could see him shaking and clenching his fists. He doesn’t want his friends to get hurt or die while he's hiding in safety. He wants to fight with his friends and loved ones. He refuses to be unsleep. Understanding Denki's emotions, he nodded.
"The moment that things start looking bad, you run. Put yourself first," Bakugou stated. "I won't leave you. I know Kirishima would tell you the same thing. We'll fight by your side to our last breath," Denki said with finality. Bakugou hated the mention of last breath because it in insinuates that either one of you or both of you weren't going to make it out of this interaction alive. Bakugou really wanted to change his mind, but the determination on his face convinced him otherwise.
"Let's get this party started," Denki cheered. He placed his hands down and crackling started filling the air. The air was charged, Bakugou's hair started to stand up, and small bolts of electricity started to worm their way around Denkilike an eel. Light started radiating from Chargebolt and his hair began to rise. The villain regained their bearings and lunged towards them and Denki nodded, signaling Bakugou to leap into the air. A large crack of Thunder boomed around the size of one of Bakugou's AP shot going off right in your eyes. Denki put out a large burst of energy, the ground scorching until it reached the villain. There were black lines where the lightning forced itself through the ground Denki kept it up, only releasing the charge as Bakugou was about to land a hit. It was hit after hit, and the villain regained their bearings enough to throw a piece of rubble at Bakugou, and it just narrowly missed him, causing him to stagger a bit. In the background, Bakugou could hear the sound of footsteps advancing towards him and Bakugou knew this was almost over. Bakugou lunged towards the villain and grabbed his face. He pulled the pin on his gauntlets, delivering a devastating blow, rendering the villain unconscious.
Bakugou landed and panted, on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion. "Looks like we did it Pikachu," Bakugou said, gulping down air with every other word. He was met with silence and dread quickly devoured his relief. "Pikachu," asked, calling out for his friend. He turned to see a large piece of rubble where his friend was. "No, no, no, no this can't be happening," he repeated to himself as he ran to the slab of concrete, only to be met with Denki's body from the waist down trapped under the concrete. Blood was filling his friend's mouth and Denki tried his best to give Bakugou a reassuring smile, but it was one filled with unease as well.
"Stay with me Denki. Please," Bakugou cried out, moving to hold his hand. Bakugou didn't notice the blood covering his friend's hand, nor would he even care if he did. Denki gave it a weak squeeze and turned to look at him.
"Please don't blame yourself. I know you, so I know you'll do it. This is no one else's fault but the villain's. They threw the rubble. Not you," Denki said, pain drowning every word he spoke. Bakugou is always so hard on himself, blaming himself for every and any little thing. So he knew right away that Bakugou would blame himself for this.
"But I could have blown the rubble away. It didn't need to hit you," Bakugou stated, almost choking on his words.
"You didn't know it would hit me. I know if you even thought it would hit me you would have blown it away," Denki said, squeezing Bakugou's hand again. "I trust you with my like Kacchan. Even now, as you blame yourself, I still trust you. I always will trust you." Don't believe Denki's front though, he was terrified. He didn't want to die, he had so much left to do. But if he showed that fear, it would eat Bakugou for the rest of his life, and he couldn’t do that to him. He didn't blame him anyway. Denki's eyes became heavy and he started blinking, each one longer than the other. "Everything's gonna be okay," Denki said, squeezing Bakugou's hand. "Tell Shinsou I love him," Denki said softly and Bakugou shook his head, refusing his request. "You're gonna tell him that yourself Kaminari, you hear me," Bakugou said, holding Denki's hand tightly, and Denki gave Bakugou a smile before closing his eyes.
"No, you stay with me. Keep your eyes open and keep talking to me, you hear me Kaminari," Bakugou barked out, but he was met with silence, Denki's chest rising and falling slowly, but starting to slow even further. Soon it came to a complete still, and Denki's hand fell limp in Bakugou's. Bakugou repeatedly called out his friend's name in agony, and leaned in to hear it silent. An anguished cry sounded from Bakugou and Mina ran over, collapsing when she realized her friend was dead. She held Bakugou close, her wails joining his own. The teachers let them mourn before moving to pull them away. Mina went easily, but Bakugo refused to go, kicking and screaming.
"Let me go! I wanna stay with him! Please," he screamed, and Aizawa and Hizashi quickly moved in to get the teachers off of him, and knelt next to him.
"We have to get him ready to give to his family. We need you to let him go, okay," Aizawa asked, his voice soft. Bakugou looked at him with wide eyes, his cries turned into sniffles, before he got up and Aizawa held him tightly, allowing his student to cry into his chest. Hizashi rubbed his back, and they walked back to the crowd that had amassed near the scene. The sound of footsteps brought Bakugou back, and Bakugou turned to see Shinsou and his group panting wildly as Shinsou specifically walked toward Bakugou. Hwere on the farthest side of the training grounds so it took him a while, but he heard Denki was in trouble and ran over as fast as he could. He needed to tell Denki how he felt, that he was in love with him, whether it would be reciprocated or not, because he may not get another chance. His blood ran cold as he was now able to see the scene, his eyes landing on Bakugou, as Mina gave Shinsou a small hug before croaking out "I'm sorry". Shinsou looked around to see Denki's body being moved from the rubble. Aizawa's eyes landed on him and he instictively moved Bakugou into Hizashi's hands before moving towards Shinsou. The latter crumpled to the ground before releasing heart-wrenching sobs. It felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. Shinsou's wails pierced the air, and Bakugou felt his heart breaking all over again.
Aizawa lifted him up and walked him back over to where Bakugou and Hizashi were. Bakugou looked up and he couldn’t meet Shinsou's eyes. "He loved you," Bakugou blurted out. Shinsou's cries turned into small sobs as he let out a quiet, "what?" "Kaminari loved you. Those were his last words. He asked me to tell you that he loved you," Bakugo clarified, and Shinsou moved to hug Bakugou tightly as he let out loud sobs again. "He knew you loved him though. So try not to regret not telling him because he already knew it," Bakugou said, returning the hug. Aizawa tapped Bakugou, informing him that he needed to be treated for his injuries.
After he was patched up, he waited in Kirishima's hospital room, wanting to be the one to break the news to him. It took an hour or so for Kirishima to come around, giving a weak smile to Bakugou. "Did we get him," he asked groggily, to which Bakugou replied, "yeah, we did." Kirishima nodded and looked around the room. There were numerous beds, but his was the only one occupied. "Where's Denki," Kirishima asked, and Bakugou looked down. "Kirishima, about that," Bakugou started, looking down at the floor, but Kirishima shot up, now seated in the bed, and interrupted Bakugou. "Don't tell me-" Bakugou nodded, a small sniffle coming from him and Kirishima started sobbing, only to cause Bakugou to join in the sorrow. Their cries echoed off the room's walls like a cave designed to minic their pain. He quickly moved to hug Kirishima, and whispered, "I'm sorry Eijiro. I could have done more to save him."
Kirishima grabbed Bakugou's shoulders firmly, staring into his eyes. "It isn't your fault and don't blame yourself. It's not what he would want. The whole 'would've/could've/should've' isn't manly at all and serves NO ONE. You tried your best. We both did. There was nothing more we could have done and you need to accept that," Kirishima stated, his voice firm, albeit with occasional cracks. He was right. There was nothing either of them could do. Denki was gone. Kirishima held Bakugou's hands tightly, maintaining his intense eye contact, before continuing to speak. "Everyone is going to have to stick together. It's gonna be rough for a while, but if there's ever a moment we have to come together, it's now. Of course our pain is different from theirs, but mine is different than yours too. But it's okay to be vulnerable right now. It's okay that people have seen you cry and will see you cry. You lost your best friend right in front of you. Of course you're going to be an emotional wreck. But you aren't alone in your grief. You aren't alone at all. And you need to remember that because I'm going to knock down your door to make sure you're eating." Bakugo nodded and Kirishima gave him a small smile. "I know Denki wouldn't want me crying right now, he wouldn’t want any of us to cry, so I'm trying my absolute best to keep it together, but damn is it hard," Kirishima breathed out, and Bakugou squeezed Kirishima's hand before moving to lay in the bed next to his. There was considerable amount of space between the two of them, but just being in the same room as Kirishima makes him feel a little more at ease.
"Hey, do you mind me sleeping here for the night? I don't really want to be alone right now," Bakugou grumbled out, and Kirishima nodded. He's trying his best not to go back to his abrasive demeanor, but he feels like it will bring some normalcy back into his life. Later though, because emotions are running high, and he doesn't want to hurt any of his friends any further.
As Bakugou fell asleep, his body felt heavy, and his eyes opened to him at the field again. It wasn't raining, but the low cracks of thunder were almost deafing, and the bursts of lightning were almost blinding. The thunder was a soft background to Denki's pained screams. Bakugou runs back to the rubble to find Denki there again. Seeing his friend's mangled body was absolutely worse the second time around. Bakugou had to focus on the rubble, and nothing else to preserve his sanity. The moment he looked at Denki’s body, Denki's eyes landed on Bakugou. The screams quickly turned into venomous words. "It's your fault! If you paid attention, I wouldn't have gotten crushed. My death is on your hands," Denki spat out, causing Bakugou to fall onto the grass. No, it wasn't his fault, was it? Everyone keep saying it isn't, but he holds his guilt deep inside. Kirishima's voice sounded and parroted Denki's words. Bakugou turned to see Kirishima's mangeled body the floor. Then came Mina, then Jirou, then Shinsou, then Aizawa, and slowly more and more people joined in on the cacophonous chants of "It's all your fault." The smell of blood from their mangled bodies pierced his nose, violating his sense of smell. Bakugou covered his ears, sobbing and trying his best to ignore the chants, but they only got louder with each passing moment. His heart beat in his chest like an drummer going through a solo. His brain practically shut down at that point. Overwhelmed, Bakugou closed his eyes and let out a scream to drown out the sounds, only to shoot up in bed, his eyes opened wide as he scanned the hospital room. Kirishima was staring at him, concern laced in his eyes. "You okay there? You were screaming and then woke up," Kirishima asked. Bakugou couldn't even answer, breaking down into tears for what feels like the 20th time within the last 24 hours. Kirishima couldn't really get out of bed due to his injuries, so all he could do was whisper reassurances to his best friend, hoping it would be enough. A nurse came running in, panic in her eyes, but took a sigh of relief when she saw no one was severely physically hurt. She saw nothing but pain reflected in Bakugou's eyes, and moved to offer him some chamomile and lavender tea, and/or melatonin to help him sleep. He took her offer on the tea and she left to prepare it for him. The two boys sat in silence, neither one knowing what to say to the other, and just waited for the nurse to come back.
When she returned she had two white porcelain tea mugs, steam billowing from their lips. She set them down next to the boys and gave them a soft smile. "Hey, I can push your beds closer if you want. I assume you had a nightmare," the nurse spoke, looking at Bakugou, and then turned to Kirishima before continuing, "and you wanted to comfort your friend, but you're currently bed bound so you can't hug him despite really wanting to. So once you finish your teas, I'll make sure you two are within arms reach of each other, okay? Think of Kirishima as your emotional support animal right now, although I highly suggest you look into getting one." The nurse finished speaking and left. Again, the boys just stayed silent, focusing on the tea in their hands, the warmth relieving some of their anguish. After an hour, the nurse came back, Kirishima already fast asleep, and Bakugou still awake but his eyes slowly shutting before he forces them open. Their mugs were on their bedside tables, and she moved them to a table near the door before moving the boys close to each other. She moved their bedside tables to make sure they were on the outside of the beds, removing obstructions between them. Bakugou gave a soft grunt in appreciation and she turned around to grab the cups and leave for the night. She gave one last look at the boys, smiling at Bakugou finally fast asleep, and his hand intertwined with Kirishima's.
The next morning, Bakugou was woken up by the nurse, who informed him that Denki's parents wanted to speak to him. Would they blame him for Denki's death? Do they hate him? He wouldn't blame them for either. Bakugou gulped, and he got out of bed sluggishly following the nurse out of the room and through the hospital until they got to a conference room. The nurse open the door, and Bakugou walked in to see Denki's parents and Aizawa standing up, intensely looking at the door. Denki's mom ran to him as soon as the nurse closed the door behind him and hugged him tightly, soft sniffles sounding from her, while Aizawa sat back down. Bakugou was stunned, his eyes wide, but returned the hug nonetheless. After she pulled away, she gently held his cheek in her hand, giving him a wet smile. "You know, Kaminari was super excited when you started warming up to him. He told me that you were 'grumpy as hell, but had a good heart'. He would talk about how he was so happy when you didn't push him away anymore, and 'accepted' his friendship. You were a good friend to my boy, and I can never thank you enough," she said, her voice dripping in fondness. "But I got him killed," Bakugou replied, his voice meek. The little voice in his head refused to remain silent, vocalizing the mindset it quickly adopted within these last 24 hours.
"Don't you dare blame yourself. Kaminari was there because he wanted to protect you. Protect his friends. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but by your side. The person to blame is the fucking villain who killed him. I don't care that he was after you in particular. He made the decision to break into UA's grounds. He threw the rubble. It's his fault, not yours," she said, her voice now firm. Her husband came up from behind her and placed a hand on Bakugou's shoulder. "We could have blamed you. But we know that it would only be us lashing out at you because we were blinded by grief. You can't predict the future. After all, hindsight is 20/20. But you were there for him in his final moments. You stayed by his side and comforted him. Our son didn't die alone, he died with you by his side, and we can't thank you enough," he added onto his wife's words. "Being a hero means that there's a risk that you'll have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Whether it's making a last stand or by accident, heroes die in the line of duty. But I know so many of my colleagues who died alone. They must have been so scared, but they had no one to comfort them in their final moments. But Denki had you. He had you holding his hand and talking to him. And I'm so thankful that he wasn't scared and alone in his final moments, but was feeling loved by you," she finished, now moving to sit at the table again.
"They wanted to comfort you. That's why they called you here," Aizawa said, Bakugou's attention now turning on him. "It works for me, because the school is holding a memorial for him, and we would like your help to organize it. We already spoke to Mina, Sero, and Jirou, who already agreed. Kirishima and you are all that's left to ask," Aizawa explained. Bakugou took a second to think. Is he the right person for this? Will he be mentally okay enough for this? But the memory of Denki's smile and laugh flashed through his head, and that made up his mind for him.
"I'll do it." Denki wouldn't want us crying and mourning like this. He would want us to celebrate his life, happy that he was with us. Aizawa nodded and called for the nurse to take him back to his room. Bakugou sat in his bed once he arrived and looked at Kirishima who was still fast asleep. "He'll probably be discharged tomorrow. I spoke to the doctor, and they're looking into you two being roommates for a little bit. You were able to sleep well last night after Kirishima held your hand, so with Kirishima staying with you, you can get some sleep," the nurse said. He didn't even realize she was still there but whispered a soft thanks before she left the room. Bakugou laid down and held Kirishima's hand again, the same hand from last night still extended, and found himself slipping into a dreamless slumber.
The next morning, Bakugou woke up to see Jirou, Shinsou, Sero and Mina all standing by Kirishima's bed. They were mumbling, and Bakugou coughed loudly to gain their attention. They turned to him and the room turned silent for a bit until Mina grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I'm here for you Bakugou. We all are," she spoke, and the rest of the group nodded, their attention now on their explosive friend.
"Well, I, uh, am here for you too," he mumbled, the words foreign on his tongue. Everyone laughed at his awkwardness and Bakugou smiled, this moment being the first time he wasn't consumed with grief.
Jirou and Sero hugged him tightly as well, this quickly turning into an awkward cuddle puddle. In this room, normalcy reigned supreme. Bakugou felt a couple more bodies join in, and he grumbled at them to get off, but they refused, only hugging him tighter. Soon enough, they all broke apart, and that brief moment of happiness was choked out by grief.
"We have to start planning the memorial. The school said they'll do whatever we ask, so we have to figure that out," Shinsou said. His voice didn't waiver but there was pain in his eyes. Bakugou nodded and pointed towards the back corner of the room, where there were a stack of chairs. Everyone but Bakugou and Kirishima went to grab one and bring it back to the beds, where those chairs made a crude U shape as they started making the plans.
Over the next week, the group met in Kirishima's and Bakugou's room, Aizawa sometimes showing up as well. It was mostly a somber event, after all, they're planning a memorial for their best friend. But there's moments of time where the room is full of laughter, the group reminiscing about the nonsense Denki got you all into. The room went from being full of grief to being full of glee, and Bakugou could swear up and down he heard his laughter mixed into theirs, and it began to feel as if he was in fhe room with them.
Soon, the memorial was all set, and ready to go. The morning of, UA's second years gathered in the auditorium. The energy filling the room was dense, the grief filling the room like toxic clouds. Bakugou felt like it was hard to breathe, the sorrow almost like a hand wrapped around his throat and was slowly putting more pressure on him. He was backstage, frozen in place from the pain of what he is about to do. Why did he even agree to this? Honoring his memory? Most of the students gathered in the room barely even knew him! They didn't know how sometimes he would snort if he laughed too hard, or sometimes even wheeze. They didn't know how he had to hype himself up before exams. They didn't know how much he grew from their first year. They knew nothing about him, so why were they grieving? A hand on his shoulder broke him from his thoughts, and he turned to see Kirishima behind him. "They're ready for us," he informed his friend, and Bakugou nodded, making his way onto the stage. The lights were bright, and with his limited vision, he could see so many students with tears in their eyes. He could hear sniffles and even full on sobbing in the crowd. How much of an influence did Denki have? Bakugou looked at the stage finally, seeing a giant photo of Denki on an easel, draped in yellow and black flowers. There was a podium next to it where Aizawa stood. Bakugou noticed that he was dressed practically the same way as he does when he has to, whether it be visiting parents or press conferences. His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was placed into a horribly done top bun. Aizawa cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone, starting the memorial.
"Good morning second-years. I'm sorry that we have to gather under sad circumstances, but we're here to honor the memory of Denki Kaminari.” A wail sounded from the seats, and Bakugou watched as the student was gently escorted out of the room. Aizawa continued after the door closed behind them. “He was a bright student. Every time would walk into a room, his smile would lighten up the space. He was well loved, not just by his classmates, but his peers among his year, and the staff. I can personally attest that sometimes on bad days seeing his antics would put the first, and sometimes the only smile on my face of the day. I know I’ll miss him greatly, and class 2-A will never be the same without him,” Aizawa finished, now stepping from the podium.
Bakugou knew it was his turn to speak, but his feet were frozen in place. It felt like there was something weighing him down, his body too heavy to walk towards the podium. Kirishima’s voice rang in his ears, “If you can’t speak, that’s okay, I’ll go instead. But are you gonna be okay up there?” Bakugou took a deep breath and nodded, slowly walking to the podium. A small folded piece of paper burned a hole into his pocket, and as he got behind the podium he pulled the paper out and unfurled it. He kept his down, unable to look at the crowd in front of him. Taking another deep breath, he looked at the paper in front of him, the speech that he planned that’s essentially perfect and meticulous, but it was devoid of emotion, and he knew it. He knew that it was his feelings, but deeping sanitized to make it palatable to an audience, but it wasn’t him. He crumpled up the paper and threw it on the floor.
“Denki was my best friend. Scratch that, he is my best friend. He will always be my best friend. But we didn’t start like that. In one of our first interactions, he told me, ‘We've only barely started socializing and already you've made it abundantly clear to us the unpleasantness of your steamed turn of a personality.’ So we didn’t like each other that much. But he grew on me, and I grew on him. We helped each other grow, not just as heroes, but as students and as people. He helped me be more cooperative, and I helped him be more confident. But we also gave each other a safe space to be authentically ourselves. I don’t know how many times I found myself in front of his room when I had a particularly bad day and he would always distract me from my negative emotions. I always went back to my room in a much better state than when I left it. He’s easily one of the good things in my life, and I’m so lucky that I get to say that,” Bakugou stated, his speech fully coming from his heart. He looked up at Denki’s photo, and in a weird way, it felt like Denki was reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. Bakugou wasn’t aware of this, but the mic picked up his parting words of, “I’ll miss you Kaminari,” and it took all of Aizawa’s energy to not cry at those words. He’s never seen Bakugou so vulnerable and it’s killing him to see his students going through the same pain that he went through all those years ago.
The rest of the memorial went smoothly, although Bakugou zoned out after he took his seat backstage. Words sounded like static despite his best attempts to focus on his friend’s words. Each speech they gave sounded like they were speaking through cotton, and after the third speech, he just gave up, his mind fully dissociating. Kirishima wanted to comfort him, but Bakugou has been staring at the stage, but it’s like he’s seeing through everyone. His eyes were unfocused, and the call of his name from Mina or Sero couldn’t break his trance, and so everyone just let him be. The sound of Denki’s mother pulled him violently into reality, as he saw both her and her husband at the podium.
“Thank you all for being here. It makes me so happy to see how loved our son was by the school. I think he would be so happy to know how many people wh]ose life he’s touched. Denki was proud that he got into UA. When he got his acceptance letter, it was all he talked about for months. And then when he started actually attending the school, he came home with stories about his classmates and the people he met or talked to that day. But I know that Denki wouldn’t want everyone wallowing in sorrow, so you can take the letters that you wrote and dump them in the baskets near the doors or give them to a staff member,” she said, and Bakugou remembered the letter idea that Mina had a while back. She suggested that students wrote at least one good memory they had with Denki, but he had no idea they actually went through it since 2-A hasn’t had class since the incident. He’s barely even left his room, with Kirishima bringing him food and water throughout the day. “Keep those good memories with you. After all, you only truly die when everyone who knew you forgets about you.” She and her husband bowed after her last words, and Bakugou stared as they made their way towards him. He shot out of his chair as they approached him, and they hugged him before she gestured everyone to join in on the hug. “Denki’s so lucky to have all of you in his life. I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends for Kami to have. He was so happy to have been in every single one of your lives, so please, keep going, for him,” she said tearfully, and Bakugou felt her arms tighten around him.
They were all so absorbed into the moment that they didn’t even realize that Aizawa ended the memorial until they heard him call for Bakugou. Everyone pulled away and Bakugou walked towards his teacher who hugged him tightly. “I know exactly what you’re going through right now. I lost my best friend while I was at UA as well. He died during an internship and I saw him die in front of my eyes,” Aizawa said before pulling away to look Bakugou in the eyes, and then continued. “He had a speaker to communicate with me that was right next to me after he was crushed by the rubble. I heard him encourage me to finish the fight through it, only to find out after the fact that the speaker wasn’t working and his voice was in my head. To this day, I still blame myself for his death. Even after finding out he’s still alive, I still blame myself. It’s why I’m always so hard on you kids. You’re just kids. You shouldn’t be fighting adults. I don’t care how capable you are, it’s not your job. If you as children have to fight full-fledged villains, then that’s a failure on the part of the adults. That means we failed as teachers, as heroes, as mentors and as protectors. And that means we failed you. But please, don’t blame yourself like I did. I know that everyone is telling you this, but I’m hoping that it means a lot more coming from me since I was in your same exact shoes. That I regret drilling the fact that it was my fault into my head. I don’t want you to have that same regret.” Bakugou simply nodded and Aizawa let him go, the area now empty except for the two of them, and Kirishima. The latter walked up to Bakugou and simply stated, “let’s go,” before the two of them made their way back to their room.
The funeral wasn’t any easier. At first it was the wake, and it was simple enough. Bakugou was slightly relieved that no one expected him to talk because he didn’t have the strength to. He had spent most of the ceremony fiddling with his black tie. If it wasn’t his tie, it was him “dusting off” his suit jacket or his slacks. Everyone was focused on the priest, taking in his words, and Bakugou tried his best, but his brain just kept feeling like it was full of wool. He was seated with his friends in the section dedicated to Denki’s relatives. Denki’s parents justified it with the explanation that Denki considered them family, so it was only fair that they sat with the family, and Denki’s relatives all agreed.
Bakugou looked at the sound system hooked up to the temple, a microphone hooked to the priest’s robe. He found the amount of wires going around the space was odd, since it would suggest a large amount of speakers were in use, but Bakugou assumed that it was due to the large number of people seated in the temple, so have a lot of speakers made sense so that everyone could hear the sutra.
Then it was time to offer incense, with each family member walking up to the burner, a large ornate bowl with a thick stem and base. His mom taught him the traditions when he was younger, and he made sure to practice before tonight. The prayer beads that Denki’s mother gave him earlier sat cold around his fingers, coiled around his left hand, and that’s all he could focus on as he got up and made his way to the altar. He froze once he could clearly see Denki’s body in the casket. He was adorned in a long kimono that fully covered his legs and feet. His mind flashed back to the moment Denki had died, the memory fully consuming his head. A hand on his back tore him from his flashback, Denki’s father beside him. “You can sit back down if this is too much for you. I know this is probably taking you back to that moment,” he said, and Bakugou shook his head in refusal. He’s here to honor his friend, and he’s going to do it right.
Now standing a step or two away from the altar, he took a deep breath. It was his left foot, then his right, and then putting his left next to his right as he stood directly in front of the altar. He took some of the ground incense with his right hand and put it into the burner. Placing the palms of his hands together, he kept his fingers straight and placed the outside of his thumbs on his chest and bowed again. He relaxed his hands, dropping them at his sides, and took three steps back. Right foot, left foot, together. He bowed one last time, and made his way back to his seat, where Denki’s mother rubbed his back gently, reassuring him that he did a good job.
The rest of the wake passed by quickly and it was time for people to start leaving. Bakugou’s parents walked up to him and hugged him tightly. Neither knew what to say in this moment. They knew that their son had gone through so much, but they’ve never seen him like this before. They’ve never seen him this broken, so how do they comfort him? “I’m heading back to UA,” he said softly, pulling away from his parents. He remembered how his mother called him weak after the slime villain, and how tough she’s been to him, and he just can’t deal with that right now. Mitsuki nodded and they let Bakugou leave. Mitsuki’s brain was telling her to say something, anything to try and alleviate some of the pain her son is going through, but she remained silent, watching her son’s retreating figure leave the temple.
As Bakugou and his friends left, he saw a massive group of people waiting outside, each offering incense to a massive burner. There were a couple speakers set up outside, which explained all those wires. Everyone gave him sad smiles whenever they made eye contact, and Bakugou quickly became overwhelmed with grief at the sight of all of these people. Denki would be so happy to know that so many people cared about him, and still do.
When Bakugou got back into the dorm, he quickly got ready for bed, Kirishima following suit, and the moment his body hit the bed, he was asleep.
The next morning was the funeral itself, and Bakugou had practically no energy to go, but he knew he had to. He knew that he had to be there, whether it’s for Denki, for his family, or his friends, it was the only place he needed to be today. He begrudgingly put on his suit, and Kirishima practically pulled him to the car waiting in front of the dorms. “We’re almost late dude. Let’s hope there’s no traffic,” Kirishima said, anxiety dancing in his words.
By the time they arrived, most of the seats were taken, but Mina saved them a seat next to her, Sero and the others already seated with her. Only a minute after they sat down, the ceremony started. Everything went similarly as yesterday’s although Bakugou noticed there were no speakers set up outside like last night. Another difference was the renaming ceremony, and although Bakugou understood the reasoning and tradition behind it, Bakugou could only wish that simply saying Denki’s name would bring him back to him. At the end of the service, Mina pulled out a bouquet of flowers that were placed under her chair. “I got one for everyone.” Bakugou remembered Mina texted about that the other day, although it slipped his mind completely this morning. Everyone took one, and they each placed a flower into his coffin, his head and shoulders adorned with flora.
After the coffin was sealed, the funeral ended, and Bakugou was silently glad that Denki’s mother didn’t invite him for the cremation. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to take physically picking up his friend’s bones and placing them in an urn.
For the next month everything seemed to be a blur. Bakugou’s grades faltered for a while, although Aizawa pushed him to pick up the slack. Bakugou hadn’t had a dream since his nightmare a month ago, and his sleep quality has taken a turn for the worst. There were talks of Bakugou going back to his own room, but Bakugou refused, knowing that we would have those nightmares again. Despite Bakugou’s, Kirishima’s and Aizawa’s arguments, they put Bakugou into his own room and for days, Bakugou refused to sleep. He had coffee, energy drinks, tea, whatever it took to keep him up, but one night, his body had enough, and he collapsed from exhaustion. He doesn’t remember the dream he had, but all he knows is that he woke up screaming in the infirmary. Kirishima ran in and held Bakugou, telling him, “It’s okay. You’re safe here. It’s gonna be okay,” and Bakugou’s screams quickly turned into violent sobbing. In his tears, Bakugou could barely make out the sound of Aizawa screaming outside the door. He didn’t really care to figure out what his teacher was saying, to focused on trying his best to calm down. After what felt like hours, he finally calmed down, his sobs turning into soft sniffles. Kirishima went outside and Aizawa came in almost immediately after Kirishima left.
“Hey Bakugou. I convinced the school to get you an emotional support animal. For now, I have a cat in my room that I can allow you to sleep with. She’s a cuddle bug and extremely friendly, so I think she would work well in the interim. And when you get your own emotional support animal, she does work well with other animals, already used to Eri’s animal. But if she doesn’t work, and you have nightmares, we’ll reevaluate. But all your papers are being expedited, so you’ll get your official animal soon,” Aizawa stated, and before Bakugou could respond, Aizawa left the room. Kirishima returned not long after, and handed Bakugou a bottle of water.
“Hey, I saw Aizawa leave, everything alright,” he asked Bakugou, and Bakugou huffed before responding.
“Yeah. He’s getting me an emotional support animal. He thinks having one around would help with the nightmares.” Kirishima nodded before grinning.
“That sounds like it would work! After all, you could only really sleep when I was in the same room. I think having an emotional support animal would be great for you. Would they only be for your room, or for when you’re out and about,” he asked and Bakugou shrugged.
“I only know that I get nightmares. I don’t think I get panic attacks or anything like that. But I’ll ask for one I can take in public just in case,” Bakugou said, his finger on his chin. He doesn’t know the extent of his own trauma. Sometimes it gets worse after a while, so it’s better to prepare for the worst. He chugged the water bottle and gave the empty bottle to Kirishima to throw out. Bakugou fell asleep without even realizing, and the moment Kirishima held his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed. He used his other hand to scroll through his phone for the next couple hours.
Aizawa came back a couple hours later to find Kirishima asleep next to Bakugou. The sight before him reminded him about the many sleepovers Hizashi and Oboro had during their time in UA. Smiling softly, he woke up Kirishima, sending the boy back to his room, before gently waking up Bakugou.
“Hey, I have everything ready for Cookie to spend the night at your dorm,” Aizawa said gently.
“Is Cookie the cat you were talking about,” Bakugou asked groggily. Aizawa nodded.
“She’s already in your room. I’ll walk with you back to your room so that I can make sure that she doesn’t escape.” Bakugou got up and started walking to his room with Aizawa in tow.
When Bakugou arrived at his room, he slowly opened the room to see a grayish cat covered in black specks.
“Her full name is Cookies and Cream,” Aizawa said in the doorway, smiling at the cat. Cookie ran towards Aizawa and he scooped her into his arms. “Sit down on your bed,” he ordered, and Bakugo sat down. Aizawa walked towards him and placed Cookie onto his student’s lap. “Put out a hand.” Bakugou listened, and Cookie sniffed his hand before rubbing her face on his hand, purring. Bakugou gave her a soft smile, just her presence alleviated some of his pain. “I’ll pick her up in the morning, and drop her off at night. I also left treats and a litter box here. I hope she helps.” Aizawa left after he spoke, leaving Bakugou and Cookie alone in the room. They stared at each other for a little bit before Bakugou went to get ready for bed. When Bakugou took his shower, Cookie was mewling outside the door, and after he stepped out, he opened the door, Cookie trotted towards him, and rubbed her face on his wet leg. Bakugou scoffed and brushed his teeth, and spit it out before picking up the small cat. He placed her on the bed, and told her to stay there while he got dressed. She surprisingly stayed on the bed, watching him get dressed. He climbed into his bed, and Cookie moved out the way before climbing into his bed. Cookie climbed onto his chest once he was comfortable and curled onto it. He found himself falling asleep within minutes, her purring luring him to sleep.
When he woke up, Cookie was still on his chest, moving to rub her face against his as she felt him move. Bakugou put her on his lap as he sat up, moving to get out of bed. He placed her on his shoulder, brushing his teeth, and leaving her on the toilet cover as he moved to shower. A knock sounded from his door, he quickly finished his shower and got dressed before running to open the door. Aizawa stood before him.
“I’ve come to get Cookie. I’ll bring her back around 8:30, since I know you go to bed around 9,” Aizawa said, moving to pick up the cat. “I’ll see you in class.” With Cookie in tow, Aizawa left, Bakugou feeling a little empty at the sound of his door closing.
As he arrived, the class stared at him. He knew they were aware of his nightmares, knowing that tonight was the first night he was sleeping without anyone with him. He didn’t look exhausted, and they were relieved. They knew he didn’t scream in the middle of the night, so he was okay, and that's all they wanted for their friend.
Class went just fine for the day, Bakugou showing a bit more of his old personality, calling Kirishima “Shitty Hair.” Kirishima didn’t even realize how much he missed that nickname until Bakugou said it. He could see that Bakugou was starting to heal, and that made him more than happy. If anyone needed to heal from this all, it was Bakugou.
Cookie stayed with him for a couple months, his sleep shifting from dreamless to neutral to even pleasant dreams. One morning when Aizawa came to pick her up, he gave Bakugou a letter.
“Your emotional support animal is going to be here by the end of the week. But you’re free to visit Cookie at my apartment,” he stated, and Bakugou nodded. Cookie mewled loudly, sad that she's no longer going back into his room, or able to hang out with him. Aizawa chuckled. "Please visit soon, I have a sinking feeling our little feline friend is going to miss you. Bakugou scratched her head gently and her cries turned into soft purrs of satisfaction and pleasure.
When it came time to meet his support animal, he was met with a small dog, who wore a harness labeled “service dog”. He was in the principal’s office just staring down this dog that could easily fit in a tote bag. It was super fluffy and Bakugou looked at the scene with a raised eyebrow. He kinda expected a big dog to match his big personality, practicality be damned.
“Meet Akio, the pomeranian. He’ll be your emotional support animal. Aizawa expressed that you needed one that could stay on your bed, and he’s the perfect size to share your bed with, as well as be able to go to classes and off campus with you,” Nezu said, smiling at Bakugou. He really did pity the circumstances he was in, and knew that this was something that could have been completely avoided, if only he exercised his power as the principal. “A trainer will guide you through caring for Akio. But we’ll make sure that both you and him will be taken care of, okay,” Nezu said, and Bakugou nodded. The person holding Akio’s leash handed it over to Bakugou before leaving. He stared down at the dog, and he looked up at him.
When everything was signed Bakugou went to his room, and Akio trotted happily alongside him. He got stares from classmates but no one said anything to him, rage radiating off of him. How could they give him such a cute animal? He’s Bakugou FUCKING Katsuki, aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Nothing about him is cute, so why is he carrying this blonde cloud around? It looks like his shedded hair from over the years formed into a giant ass hairball. He thinks they purposely picked an animal that had fur the same color as his hair.
As he arrived in his room, Akio sat down, and Bakugou lifted him up to the bed. Akio stared at his new owner, almost curious, and Bakugou grunted at the sight. He stayed perfectly on the bed, watching as Bakugou moved to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He walked out in his pajamas to see Akio waiting in front of the door, excitement lacing their face when they saw Bakugou. Grumbling, Bakugou picked him up and took him to bed, laying on his back while Akio laid on his chest. He watched as the small animal curled up on his chest and slowly fell asleep. Bakugou smirked and slowly fell asleep.
Suddenly, he was back at Ground Beta, and his body was bound the same way it was at his first Sports Festival. The metal pole behind him felt cold against his back through his gym uniform. The voice of the monster that captured him his 3rd year of middle school echoed through the space and Bakugou’s blood ran cold.
“Ah Bakugou, look at you. Your weakness is always on full display, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Quirkless Midoriya pitied you. Everyone touted you to be the next incarnation of All Might while a quirkless loser had to save you. Maybe it would have been better if I killed you then. Save you all the shame.” Bakugou sighed shakily at the words. Breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, breathe out for 8. In, 4. Hold, 7. Out, 8. Bakugou kept repeating the pace in his head while he felt his body tremble. No. He’s wrong. Deku saving him was something he could never forget. Deku read him like a book, and he hated it at the moment, but he was happy that Deku could read him like that. If he died, he would have never got the opportunity to grow, or to apologize to Deku for everything. He would have never met his friends, Kirishima, Sero, Denki. He took a deep breath and looked up, determination lacing his features. He pulled at his restraints and yelled with exertion, the chains breaking under the stress. He then pulled away from the pole and broke the binding around his hands, before ripping off the mask.
“Listen here fuckface: I’ll live my life as authentically as I want without regret. I may have weaknesses, but no one is perfect. I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll try my damndest to get close. Deku didn’t pity me, he saw someone, a friend, in danger. He wanted to help me not because he thought I was weak but because he wanted me to live. I told him to kill himself not too long before that, and he chose to save me. Don’t you dare act like a friend protecting another friend is a sign of weakness,” he screamed out at the top of his lungs. His voice cracked time and time again, but fire raged behind his eyes. “FUCK. YOU.”
“So that means you letting me die was a sign of weakness,” a voice spat, and Bakugou immediately turned to see Denki standing behind him, fury in his features. Bakugou tried to walk towards him, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor.
“No. It’s the villain who killed you. You know for a fact that if I had known it would have hit you, I would have blasted it away. You’re one of my closest friends, and we promised that we would all travel the world once we retired,” Bakugou said softly. Denki was the one who made that plan for the both of them, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Jirou, and Shinsou. It was a little pact between them all, and even though Bakugou spoke about how he’s not going to retire til he’s old and gray, he still held those plans close to his heart.
“Still, you allowed it to hit me. It still falls on your shoulders.” Bakugou sighed.
“You told me it wasn’t my fault, your parents and practically everyone else said the same thing. But I still feel slightly guilty for it, and I’ll probably carry that guilt for the rest of my life. I really wish I knew it was going to hit you. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have let you die. But I can't go back. I'm stuck in this shitty ass timeline or whatever where I no longer have one of my best friends. But you know what? I won’t let some cheap knockoff of my best friend play with me like this.” Denki smirked wickedly and a bright flash blinded Bakugou before Denki laid in front of him, clutching at his legs. His legs were bloodied and mangled, and he watched as his friend started to claw at his pants, blood transferring onto his clothing. Bakugou balked at the sight before him, trying to process this before he felt more hands on the back of his legs. He turned behind him to see another Denki behind him. Looking up, he saw numerous versions of Denki crawling at him with their hands. Turning back around he saw the same sight. Chants of “your fault” filled the space, slowly rising in volume. Bakugou couldn’t seem to catch his breath, his breathing turning into hyperventilation. He kept chanting “wake up”, pinching himself, and slapping his face, but he was still stuck in the nightmare. This was all so much and he felt his brain starting to shut down, the stimulants too much for it to handle. His skin started to feel slimy, as if he was covered in spit, and he let out a soft sob, everything now overwhelming.
Bakugou woke up to Akio licking his face with a soft whine. Bakugou wrapped the dog into his arms and let out a soft sob, crying into its fur. Bakugou stayed like this for a while until sleep took him again without warning.
Bakugou woke up from a now dreamless sleep with Akio sleeping on his chest. He took the dog and moved him to his lap. Akio woke up and the movement, and gave Bakugou a quiet “woof”. Bakugou smiled gently, and took Akio with him to the bathroom, resting him on his closed hamper.
It was a small routine he built with Akio. He would tag along when Bakugou was on his morning run, as well as when he went to class. Akio would stay silent in class, seated right by Bakugou’s chair, as well as having him on the sidelines while he trains with his classmates.
After one of their classes, Aizawa gave Bakugou a small list.
“Hey, you should bond more with Akio. Here’s a list of bonding activities for you two. You should do some of them and get acquainted with one another.” Bakugou scoffed and held the letter in his hand, although Aizawa could see Bakugou reading the list as he walked away.
Over the next couple weeks, Bakugou turned Aizawa’s list into a checklist, making sure to try each of the activities that he liked. The first activity on the list was “tactile communication”. Okay, so petting him. Bakugou simply placed a hand on Akio’s forehead, and kept it still not really knowing what to do from here. He doesn’t want to pet him too hard, but petting him too softly would defeat the purpose. Akio simply just looked at Bakugou, just happy to be involved. Grumbling, he took out his phone and sat on the floor, opting to research how to properly pet an animal.
After what felt like hours of research, Bakugou decided to try petting Akio’s side, and Akio clearly liked it, his tail starting to wag. He kept a firm hand, and mirrored his movements on the opposite side, with Akio’s tail starting to speed up at the motion. He doesn’t know how long the two of them stayed like this, but when Bakugou finished, Akio licked his hand and gave him a look that he can akin to adoration. Smiling softly, Bakugou lifted Akio onto his lap, where the dog curled up, slumber soon taking him. The two of them stayed like this for a while, with Bakugou mindlessly looking through his phone, and for the first time in a long time, he finally felt normal.
The next activity listed was Movie Night. The common room was empty, and so Bakugou had the full intent of taking advantage of that. Grabbing a bowl of air popped popcorn, he sat and put on a comedy, wanting to focus on more lighthearted movie subjects for now. The fear of an action movie setting him off is non-zero, and he’s not taking that chance. And he could use the fluff of the comedy to distract him from the chaos that is his current situation. As the movie played, Akio was more focused on Bakugou than the movie itself, and the boy couldn’t help but send a small smile towards the dog when they made eye contact, before giving him a small piece of popcorn. He double and triple checked to make sure that dogs could eat popcorn, and since he air popped them himself, they should be good, although it should be in moderation like most indulgences.
It became a nightly ritual, with this becoming how Bakugou would wind down after the school day. Within days word got out about Bakugou's addition to his routine, and it started with Mina silently plopping herself next to him one night and him letting out a huff just to acknowledge her presence. The next night, it was Sero popping in alongside Mina. Then it was Jirou, then Shinsou, and then Kirishima. Bakugou put up a big show about how they're impeding on his alone time, but he can't lie to himself, knowing he missed them. His isolation is self inflicted, but it's all he knew. Growing up, whenever he was going through it emotionally, he always went into his room and worked out his emotions alone. He internalized everything, letting all of his negative emotions fester until they were too much to handle. He was a shaken soda bottle ready to pop almost always, and sometimes he did pop, lashing out at the people he was closest to.
Bakugou looked at the next item on his list, communal eating. It started with Bakugou putting out Akio’s dinner at the same time, and eating on the floor beside him. Akio clearly enjoyed it, looking at Bakugou with pure adoration in his eyes. It then developed into Bakugou making food with the intent of sharing pieces of it with Akio. The dog was more than excited to share, and Bakugou found Akio extremely adorable in the joy clear in the dog's face, and he honestly could get used to this.
Bakugou also took Akio out on his daily runs. Akio easily kept pace with the explosive hero, and Bakugou was extremely proud that Akio could keep up. After all, if his name means hero, it would also mean that he should be able to keep up with the future number 1 hero, right? It was so weird for his friends to see Bakugou smiling so softly at the dog every time he would come back from his run. Mina swears that she saw Bakugou kiss the dog once, although no one believes her.
Bakugou also tries talking to Akio and it was so awkward at first. He would talk to Akio like he was one of his classmates. He was speaking in complex sentences, like he could understand. He swore up and down that he could, but no one cared. He scolded anyone who would baby talk at Akio.
"He's not a fucking dumbass. Don't talk to him like he's stupid," he would always yell. No one would never listen, and he would threaten to take away dog petting privilege, which was always an effective punishment.
One morning, as Bakugou made his way to class, Aizawa stopped him.
"Bakugou, you're gonna be meeting with your therapist during first period. I'll stay with you after the end of the day so I can catch you up with what you missed," Aizawa said, placing a gentle hand on Bakugou's shoulder. Bakugou nodded and Aizawa walked him to a little office in the corner. "This is my office. They're an external therapist, because this isn't something the school social worker is equipped to deal with at their own admission. I'll cover the cost so see them as many times as you need." Bakugou walked in as Aizawa opened the door, and he saw a woman almost staring into his soul.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Takami, and I'll be your therapist. I specialize in PTSD, especially in heroes and children. Mr. Aizawa reached out to me and gave me the general jist of the circumstances, but I would like to understand more from you." She sat down behind a small desk, and gestured to a chair sitting across from her. Bakugou say down and stared at her warily. Aizawa left them and it was a tense silence until Dr. Takami spoke.
"I know you don't know me, but I want to help you. We can work on building trust over time, but I need you to open up to me so I can get you the help you need." Bakugou sighed and crossed his arms, scooting closer to Dr. Takami. "Let's start with something simple. How is your emotional support dog doing?"
"He's alright. Clingy as all hell. But he's a spit fire. He likes to bark at people who get too close, mainly because they try to pet him. He snarls and bares his teeth, but always softens around me." Dr. Takami raised an eyebrow. "I hate people in my personal space. I only let my friends hug me or stay close to me. Akio makes it so I don't have to say no to people. He hasn't attacked anyone and is nice to my friends so it's all good."
"And your sleep?"
"Better. The nightmares come, but Akio makes them easier to deal with."
"How are you coping without Akio? He's not meant to be the only way of dealing with your trauma," Dr. Takami said, leaning forward. Bakugou coughed and scratched his head. "Okay. So looks like we have to go through coping mechanisms. From what I can tell, your big thing is reliving the moment, so let's focus on grounding." Dr. Takami took Bakugou through a simple exercise, doing a countdown with each sense. She also took him through breathing exercises. "Akio is there to help. Just don't use him as your only form of coping, okay?" Bakugou nodded. "Well, here's a good point to stop. We'll be meeting weekly, unless you want to meet more frequently. Practice the exercises to get used to them, and memorize them. I know that you may not remember it in the heat of the moment, but it's better to know it and just forget it in that instance than to not have it at all. I would also suggest you have some trusted friends and adults aware of these so that they can walk you through it during an episode. I'll send this to your school email so you can send it to whoever you'd like." Bakugou nodded and Dr. Takami sent out an email to Bakugou. He quickly sent it to Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Shinsou and Aizawa.
"Okay, so, with that out of the way, how to do want me to help you," she asked.
"What do you mean," Bakugou huffed out.
"Do you want advice or just a shoulder to cry on in silence? I can also just listen to your pain. I ask this at the top of my sessions."
"Oh, uh, I guess advice." Dr. Takami nodded.
"Feel free at any point to 'switch modes', such as switching to a shoulder to cry on. This is your session. Customize it as you see fit." Bakugou stared at the doctor. Maybe this can be a safe space for him.
"Well, uh, does this whole thing get any easier," he asked.
"Kind of. Trauma is a fickle thing. Some people heal so well it's like the trauma never happened. Some people get worse as time passed. The status of your mental health isn't linear. Even those who I mentioned who fully 'healed' could go right back to square one, or even get worse. So don't focus on that aspect of healing. Focus on you. Acknowledge you'll have set backs and aim to overcome them. And as for therapy being easy, it never it. Right now, I'm some random stranger to you. Even when we start to become familiar with each other, it's still going to be hard for you to open up to me at times. And that's okay. This 'relationship' between us as a therapist and patient is going to have growing pains. But that's something the both of us can get through together." Bakugou nodded as she spoke. She gave a brief pause, before pulling out a notebook. "Try Journaling. Write down your emotions, whatever is plaguing your mind and reflect on it once a week." He took the note book, and the bell rang, signing the end of the session. Both he and Dr. Takami stood up, and she extended a hand to him. He shook it firmly and they both made their way out of the office to continue their day.
That weekend, the group all settled in Bakugou's room, papers in hand.
"I'll just do the breathing exercises. Shitty Hair, you start." Kirishima cleared his throat.
"Okay. I'll do the 4, 7, 8 one," Bakugou nodded and kept eye contact with the redhead. "So breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, and breathe out for 8. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Got it?" Bakugou nodded. "Okay, so let's start. Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4." Bakugou inhaled with each count. "Hold 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7." Bakugou held his breath in time with Kirishima's count. "Out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." Bakugou exhaled, closing his eyes. Kirishima repeated the exercise over and over again, Bakugou getting into the swing of things. "Alright! Nice job Baku-bro!!! Keep it up!" Kirishima's smile rivaled the sun, and Bakugou won't say it aloud, but he was so lucky to have Kirishima in his life. Kirishima was his rock throughout everything. He's scared to think about how he would have gotten through all of the chaos that is now his life without having Kirishima by his side. Don't get him wrong, everyone else was also huge in his healing, but it was Kirishima who was there when Bakugou first had nightmares, who slept in his room and held his hand that first night. Kirishima is invaluable, and truly irreplaceable to him.
That same night, Bakugou opened his journal and knew what his first entry would be.
Dear Pikachu,
Hey, it's been too long. God, I miss you every minute of every day. It's been so weird with you gone. Nothing is the same. The movies we watched aren't the same, the foods we ate aren't the same, I tried to eat one of your favorite snacks, and it tasted like sand in my mouth. I couldn't even swallow it.
I find myself asking why. Why were you taken from us? I know it isn't my fault, or at least that's what everyone says, but I still wish I could have saved you. What's the point of being a hero if I can't even save the people closest to me? I almost gave up on being a hero, but I know you would absolutely beat my ass if I did. Mina already threatened to do so.
I hope you're at peace. Not even for my conscious, or to alleviate guilt, but because you're a good person Denki. Honestly, anyone who interacts with me regularly outside of mandated periods of time deserve a lot of good things. I'm not the easiest to work with, I know this. But you all were patient enough to get past my walls I so carefully created with ease.
Oh, by the way, I started therapy. The doctor seemed alright. She recommended I start the journal, and I wanted to start it off with something "nice and pleasant" so I can come back to it when I have a really bad time.
I fucking miss you Denki. I'll see you some day.
One afternoon, Aizawa got an email summoning him to Nezu's office, and as he walked in, he could tell the air was tense.
"You need to stop emailing the commission." Aizawa stared at Nezu incredulously.
"We're letting kids die," Aizawa spat out.
"There's nothing I can do! You think I enjoy having to deal with the work it takes to hide the deaths? That I have to constantly lie to parents about how their child died? There's a reason there's a high turnover rate for the principal role. It drains you. That we have to downplay the deaths so the school’s optics are safe-"
"Fuck the school’s optics," Aizawa screamed out. "Denki was a great kid! He didn’t have to die and both of us know it. The defenses around the school haven't been updated or even fixed since we used the school as a stronghold. If we updated the school's security system, he would still be alive." Nezu sighed.
"Aizawa. I want to fix it. I really do. But I can't do anything without the commission's permission."
"Nezu, we both know that the commission won't do a thing to protect these kids. They've failed time and time again. What will it take for them to actually start caring?"
"I don't know. I've begged and I've pleaded with them to do something. I had to frame the dorms as a good PR move before they made them in the first place. I hate that I can't do anything, but I'd much rather it be me who will try and find ways to make the school at least a little safer than a 'yes' man who doesn't care whether the kids live or die being in direct control of their safety. I'm livid that I have to say this, but I'm the lesser evil here." Nezu was right. If someone directly from the commission was in charge, they would only see the kids as numbers, and dollar signs rather than actual human beings. He's seen how much Nezu cares for these kids, holding meeting after meeting to ensure their safety on the staff side of things. If the commission can't put in effort to protect the kids, Nezu made sure that the teachers and staff did. Aizawa sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm tired of this Nezu. It needs to stop."
"I know. I'm tired too. But the only way the commission will care is if their wallets start to hurt. And unless some huge scandal comes out, I doubt we'll see that," Nezu sighed. "But please stop emailing them. They're slowly looking to fire you, and I really don't want to see you go. I need you here with me. There's only so much fighting I can do for you, but play it safe, alright?" Aizawa scowled at Nezu's request before walking out of the room. If a scandal is what it takes for the commission to take care of the kids, he'll give them one they'll never recover from.
One night, Bakugou was in the kitchen when he heard the “Breaking News” jingle sound from the TV in the common room. Bakugou turned to turn off the television, grumbling about people leaving the TV on when he saw the tag line. “UA Covers Student Fatalities.” Bakugou turned up the volume, sitting on the couch. Akio hopped up on the couch, before settling down on Bakugou's lap. The small dog curled up but stared intensely at the young hero, sensing the anxiety and anger creeping through the young hero.
“An anonymous source has exposed a bombshell to numerous media platforms, stating that UA has been lying about how many students have died under their care, as well as their lack of protections for interning students. Several students have died, but the most recent has been Denki Kaminari, who died due to a villain infiltrating the school’s training ground. This isn’t the first time villains have infiltrated UA’s grounds, Denki belonging to the same class that was attacked at the USJ arena, as well as during their training camp, where his best friend Bakugou Katsuki was famously kidnapped by the League of Villains. How many kids have died to UA’s incompetence, and how many more will die before they finally take action,” the anchor said, and Bakugou felt his breath ripped from his chest. Bakugou was filled with grief before he was filled with a righteous fury. He banged on the door of every single classmate, going floor by floor until he gathered everyone into one room. Akio trotted alongside Bakugou, peering up at him periodically.
“Look up UA on your phones. Right now,” he growled out. He didn’t even want to wait for them to ask questions, but confused whispers turned into stunned silence. “People keep telling me that it wasn’t my fault, it was the villains, but now it’s the school’s fault. After we kept getting attacked on our grounds, you would think that they would have more protections in place to make sure it never happens again, but they didn’t. Denki didn’t have to fucking die! He didn’t have to be fucking crushed in a villain attack if the school had actually bolstered the defenses around the training grounds. How many teachers knew? How many of them knew that students were dying and said nothing,” he yelled. He was fuming, his chest rising and falling rapidly while his eyes were wild. Aizawa walked in, and walked right up to Bakugou. Before Bakugou could yell, Aizawa leaned in next to his ear.
“I was the anonymous source. I can’t explain here on campus, but I was tired of watching this all happen. I would like all of us to meet elsewhere so I can explain everything,” Aizawa whispered, and he stood back up before Bakugou mouthed the words “my house.” If Aizawa wanted to be discrete, there was something up. Was the school listening to them? Was he not safe? Bakugou knew that everyone had to leave, the school would be on high alert soon, with parents coming in to take their kids out of the school. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were already parents here. Bakugou walked over to Kirishima.
“Everyone needs to come back to my house. Leave in groups from different exits. The school is maybe watching us. Make sure to inform everyone and only the group with me can tell people we’re going to my house. Everyone else needs to make up their own excuses,” he whispered into his friend’s ear. He knew it was a mouthful, but as long as they understood “Come to my house, and tell no one,” nothing else mattered. He moved to whisper into Mina’s ear, then to Shinsou, Sero, Jirou, Deku and Todoroki. Before long, the entire class knew the game plan. Bakugou moved out first with Sero, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou and Shinsou in tow. They were stopped by a staff member, but when asked about where they were going, he simply said was going home, and they were coming along at his mother’s request. It wasn’t the first time that she invited his friends over, so his excuse was plausible. They were able to make their way off campus, taking the bus home. Bakugou wore a face mask, knowing that his face is probably plastered everywhere.
After they got off, they walked through busy streets, UA on everyone’s tongues. Bakugou drowned them out, focusing on making it back home. His friends were silent, dread weighing them down. Bakugou would alway be heavy with sorrow if he wasn’t so filled with anger. He needed to get to the bottom of this.
As Aizawa made his way to Bakugou’s house, all he could think of was the oath he took to himself when he first became a teacher. He took an oath to protect thr children. He swore that he would happily die if it meant his students were alive. Oboro's death really changed him. He never wanted to see any kid go through any like that. But he's constantly reminded of his failure when he constantly had to deal with parents who were asking about their child and if there were any updates regarding their "missing" child. It's so easy for him to be swallowed whole by the negative emotions these feelings invoke. But he can't fail his kids again, not anymore.
As he arrived at his house, he saw his mother waiting at the door. “Your teacher is here. What the fuck is going on Katsuki,” she spat out. She wasn’t angry at him, but at the situation in her lap. She entrusted her kid to UA, and they hurt her son so bad she doesn’t know if he’ll be okay ever again. Bakugou walked past his mother, not wanting to deal with her anger and heads right to Aizawa who's sitting on the couch.
“The rest of the class is gonna be here soon. What you have to say better be real fucking good to make up for what you’ve done,” Bakugou said, venom dripping with every word. Aizawa knew that he deserved all the anger his students felt towards him, and maybe even more.
After all the students filed in, Bakugou requested Momo create a Signal Jammer, with the intent of it blocking out any bugs on their phones. After they confirmed it was active, Aizawa started speaking. "As I told Bakugou, I'm the anonymous source. I was the one who told the press about the school.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before continuing. “I became a teacher because I didn’t want Oboro to happen again. I wanted to protect students and make sure that students didn’t die. But then I found out that kids die at UA more than any other school, and I’ve been fighting them for years to get better regulations to protect the kids, so I stayed to protect them the best I can. But to see Denki die, and see you all in pain was the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm tired of comforting parents and then knowing there's only a matter of time before the next set of parents have to come. I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting the school to protect our kids only to be ignored. I’ve seen principal after principal come in, then leave because the weight of the wrongs they see are too heavy to continue to carry, and so they leave. Even with Nezu, the light in his eyes I saw when he first came is now gone. So it definitely comes from higher up, although I don’t know how high up this goes. But I want to make sure that you kids know the truth. I want to finally make sure that Oboro or Denki never happens again.” Aizawa gets on his knees and fully bows in front of the class. “I’m so sorry I failed you, as a hero, as an adult, as a teacher, and as a mentor.” Bakugou walked over to Aizawa and helped him stand up.
“You didn’t fail us. You fought to protect us, and put your job at risk to make sure that we get protected moving forward. You’re the only one who didn’t fail us,” Bakugou said, and Aizawa gave him a wet smile. Mina walked over to him and hugged him, Kirishima following suit. Slowly more and more of the class hugged him, sniffles bouncing through the pile. Bakugou was the last one to join the pile. It took a bit, but the class finally broke away.
“You all should go home. UA is going to be an ugly sight in the morning, between the parents pulling their kids out, bereaved family members who just found out their kid's death was preventable, and the press. I don’t want you all to have cameras in the face while you’re trying to study, or while your parents are unenrolling you. Stay safe, and lay low for a bit. It’s truly been an honor to be your teacher, and whether or not you stay, I am so proud of the people each of you became. I wish you all the best in life,” Aizawa said before leaving. Everyone looked at each other, trying to decompress and process the information, and Bakugou’s mother offered the floor to everyone, but Momo offered her home instead, since there’s a lot more space for everyone to sleep as well as her butler being more than capable to cook a meal for 20-something people. She sent a text, and within the hour, a small bus pulled up in front of the Bakugou home, the class piling in. Sero, Mina, Shinsou, Jirou and Kirishima stayed behind, choosing to sleep over at Bakugou’s place.
Before they knew it, the morning came, and Bakugou turned on the news to see a massive crowd of people swarming in front of the school. The newscasters were picking up the angry yells coming from the crowd. There was a visible line of parents who were waiting to get in, and Bakugou could only laugh seeing the school face the consequences of their actions. The newscaster mentioned the school has a planned press conference. He wondered what sad excuses the school would make to try and salvage their relationship with the public. Whatever it would be, there’s no way it would make up for the lives they’ve ruined. He changed the channel to see a pair of familiar faces on the screen.
“Denki didn’t have to die! Our baby didn’t have to die! We didn’t have to cremate our only child but we had to due to the school’s incompetence! We lost a piece of ourselves, but know this could have been prevented, that our son could still be here with us if it wasn’t for the school’s incompetence makes me furious,” Denki’s mother said. Her voice was shaking with anger, her face red with anger. Her husband rubbed her back reassuringly, and he may seem calm but Bakugou could easily spot the rage swimming behind his eyes.
"The school isn't going to fucking get away with this," Bakugou hissed. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to be face to face with Kirishima. Kirishima had a look of pure anger on his face.
"We're gonna make sure they pay for this. All of us," he said, and confirmations sounded around the room.
Meanwhile at UA, Nezu pulled Aizawa to the side before they were set to go on stage for the press conference.
"I hope you're happy with your choice." Aizawa raised an eyebrow at Nezu's words.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your decision in going rogue will have consequences, and ones you won't like. So I hope it's worth it." Aizawa didn't detect any malice in Nezu's words. "It's been an honor working with you."
"You're leaving?" Aizawa was in shock.
"They needed a scapegoat. They don't know the leak, so it'll fall to me as the principal. At least I no longer have to shoulder the burden of being unable to save the kids."
"Do you think this'll be enough to get the commission to step up?"
"This alone? No. But I fully believe that Bakugou and his friends will be the driving force to make that change."
"But they're just kids, that's a lot to put on them," Aizawa sighed out.
"I know. But we as adults were never able to make a difference so maybe hearing it from Bakugou will be the fire under them that causes them to move. That boy was made for TV you know. He's loud and in your face. His natural personality would be enough to make sure that the commission won't be able to live it down as long as he's vocal." Aizawa sighed. "I really do hope this is enough. Good luck Aizawa. Lay low, and stay safe."
"And what about you Nezu?" Nezu chuckled.
"Thanks for the concern friend, but I'll be fine. I'll be in hiding for a while till the heat slightly dies down, and I'll move out of the country and start fresh." Nezu stuck out his hand and Aizawa shook it. "See you again some day." The both of them moved to the stage, where they were blinded by lights from camera flashes. Aizawa didn't even sit down, standing behind the chair with a placard with his name engraved into it positioned on the table right in front of it. Nezu sat down and looked forward.
"I'm here regarding the allegations regarding UA's lack of protection for our students. I firstly want to apologize for the pain my negligence has caused both directly and indirectly. You as parents trusted my staff and I to protect your children and keep them safe while they were enrolled into our school, and on our grounds, and I failed. The kids deserve better, which is why I'm stepping down." A cacophony of questions filled the room and he internally sighed. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to making this announcement, but the pressure from the higher-ups left him no choice. He was the fall guy, the scapegoat, and he hates this. The conversation he had earlier replayed his mind.
"Nezu. I'm sorry, but we need you to resign," a feminine voice stated on the phone. He was stunned, his brain trying to process this information. He looked around his office, thinking that this will be the last time he'll be sitting at his desk.
"Madame President, what are you talking about?"
"With you taking the fall, the focus and heat on us will shift to you, and the anger towards us will eventually fade away. It's sad that you have to take the blame, but it's for the greater good." The greater good of their wallet. "We'll compensate you handsomely, and help you in hiding til the heat dies down, and moving you out of the country with a new identity so you can restart." Nezu sighed. It's not like he has a choice. He knows what the commission will do if he goes against them, and he very much would like to live.
"Okay. I'll resign during the press conference."
"Thank you Nezu, it's been a pleasure working with you, and good luck moving forward." The phone call ended and he placed his hands into his palms before quietly sobbing.
Nezu left without taking questions, his obligation to the school and the commission done and over with.
What happened to him? He's an educator who was focused on his kids, and allowing them to thrive. When he got the offer at UA, he was excited to start working with the school. It was a dream come true, although the dream easily became a nightmare. He was told to either help them hide the deaths, or quit, and he couldn’t imagine quitting. The system failed these kids, and Nezu wanted to help the kids no longer be victimized by the system wherever he could. One of these days, this blatant disregard for student safety will stop. It has to.
As he went backstage, Bakugou stood there, staring him down.
"Aizawa told me you tried to fix things," he said gruffly.
"Yes I did. I begged the financial department to fix things, but I was always told it's not in the budget. I'm tired of kids getting hurt and dying all the time. You're kids! You have your whole lives ahead of you, and it's getting exhausting constantly seeing it happen and feeling powerless to stop it."
"Thank you for sticking up for us Nezu." Nezu gave Bakugou a soft smile. It took load off his chest that Bakugou didn't hate his guts like most of his kids did. He's taking the fall for something that he actively tried to stop and is powerless to defend himself or his kids.
"You're a strong and smart kid. You can make sure this never happens again." These were his final words to his final student, walking out of the venue. The commission can fucking rot for all he cares. They deserve the reckoning that's coming, and do much more. Nezu can't wait to watch them burn.
Back in the venue, Aizawa walks up to Bakugou and pats him on the back.
"The backstage area isn't bugged. I checked numerous times," Aizawa said, moving to sit on the floor. "I hope you're ready for the storm that's coming. I know I'm not." Bakugou sat down next to his ex-teacher.
"I have good people on my side, so I'll be okay." Aizawa nodded, and they both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, until Bakugou stood up. "I'll see you around."
From that day on, Bakugou was scheduling press conferences on top of media appearances, the fire in his heart burning brighter than ever. The commission felt the heat, and needed to do something and fast before they burn from the intensity.
At a morning talk show, Bakugou hyped himself up in the green room. The usual suspects were all gathered there, drowning him with encouragement.
"Baku-bro, I'll be on the sidelines with Akio in case you need us. Answer whatever questions you feel comfortable answering. If they ask you something that you don't wanna answer, don't. Tell them to move on, give them a dumb answer, whatever you want," Kirishima said, patting him on his back and smiling brightly. Bakugou scoffed and gave him a smirk.
"Go give 'em hell," Mina cheered. Bakugou walked out and got set up with his mic. He was ushered out to the stage the sound of cheering, it getting louder with each step he took. As he stood on the stage, the host tried to hug him, but Bakugou backed away, forcefully sticking his hand out for a handshake. When will these hosts learn not to touch him? The host shook his hand, and they broke to sit on their chairs.
"Hi Bakugou, it's nice to have you here," the host cheerily stated.
"Thank you for having me."
"You've been real busy lately, with this huge press tour," the host said, giving a sickly sweet smile. Bakugou could sense the malice behind it. She was so prim and proper, her nails clearly expensive, and her outfit was easily the cost of numerous houses. Her hair was perfectly coiled and she looked like a doll, and it sickened him.
"Yeah, well, I want to keep the incident with UA fresh in people's minds. We can't afford to forget it. We forget it and their deaths will mean nothing. Everything will continue as 'normal' and kids will go back to dying needlessly."
"So you're saying that it's all UA's fault," the host asked, clearly asking for clarification.
"Yes. Even in the case of Denki, where he was killed by a villain, it's still partially UAs fault because the villain wouldn't haven't been able to get on the campus if UA's security wasn't lacking."
"So if it was partially UA's fault for Denki's death, isn't it also your fault," the host asked, and Bakugou's blood ran cold. The crowd let out a soft "oooh" in response..
"What," Bakugou choked out, his heart rate starting to spike.
"Well, you're blaming UA. But you could have pushed the rubble out of the way. So isn't Denki’s death partially your fault," the host observed. Bakugou started to shake, and Kirishima ran onto the stage, placing Akio on his friend's lap. Bakugou started to hyperventilate and Kirishima took him through breathing exercises, simultaneously ripping off Bakugou's mic and throwing it to the side. The audience was dead silent, and the host looked awkward as they watched the scene unfold in front of her. The rest of the friend group ran out and surrounded Bakugou, to hide his breakdown from everyone's view. Mina stomped over to the host.
"How dare you! Do you know what you're saying?! Bakugou has been through hell and back! You don't think Bakugou hasn't blamed himself this whole time?! You sit here as a whole adult saying something like that to a child who witnessed their own friend died?!" The crowd murmured and started to boo, and the host attempted to calm down the audience, but the boos got louder. The group got up and helped Bakugou out of the studio.
After he got home, he got a call from Dr. Takami.
"Hey, how are you feeling right now," she asked.
"Like shit."
"That's understandable with what happened. I'm sorry that happened to you and on live television. I don’t have any appointments, so I can give you a quick session," she suggested.
"That would be great."
"Okay then. I'm glad you're using your exercises. I saw Kirishima went through them with you," she stated.
"Yeah. I appreciated it."
"Well, you understand it isn't your fault, right?"
"Yeah. I think she was paid by the commission to say that."
"What makes you think that," she asked.
"Because this was out of the blue. The commission felt public pressure mounting and they wanted to discredit me to alleviate some of it," he stated.
"Well, I know it had the opposite reaction. The support for you has skyrocketed, people admiring your bravery, and the strength you've shown in the face of all the things you've gone through. But no one is expressing pity, or insinuating you're weak. And I'll reiterate, you're such a strong kid, and you deserve none of the things that have come to you. You should have had a normal and trauma free childhood, but unfortunately not everyone can have that. So just keep your head up, alright?"
They spoke for two hours before she hung up, and once Bakugou was free of her, his mother knocked on his bedroom door.
"Katsuki, I don't really know how yo comfort you, but let me try my best," came from the opposite side of the door. He opened the door to see his mother standing outside. She looked almost sheepish, and rather than question it, he moved to the side and allowed her to enter his room. Moving to sit on his bed, they kept eye contact and sat down next to each other.
"Katsuki, you truly are the best Bakugou. I haven't been the beat mother at all, and I'm ready to acknowledge that. But seeing my baby in pain hurt more than anything else. I want to help. I want to find ways to make you feel more comfortable, because your emotions matter," Mitsuki sighed out. She knew she was lacking as a parent for some time, but her son isn't going to her at all in one of his darkest moments!. He hasn't shown her any emotions in a private setting, shutting her out mentally.
"Your father doesn't know I'm apologizing, but I love you Katsuki. You're my kid. I wanna protect you from all the bad things, even though you're becoming a hero. I want you to be be happy, healthy and secure," she continued, looking at Bakugou with tears in her eyes.
"Would you like you go to family therapy," Bakugou asked, and Mitsuki shook her head.
"Not right now. You have so much on your plate, and I don't wanna impede. Focus of healing yourself, and we'll focus on healing the family when you get to a good and comfortable point in your healing." Bakugou nodded, and Mitsuki stood up. "Please remember that you're loved by not just your father and I. You have a whole found family that you hang out with from your school. We have diy projects you guys can do so you aren't sitting in the house bored." Bakugou rolled his eyes, but smiled at his mother. She thinks this is the first time on a long time she's seen Bakugou smiling genuinely and she wants to do whatever it takes to keep that smile on her son’s face. She walked out, but not without giving Bakugou a small kiss on his forehead, which he grumpily accepted, and they both carried on with their days. Bakugou moved to write in his journal.
Hey Pika,
Today was fucking hard. Some chick on TV was trying to make it look like it was my fault you died. Can you fucking believe that?! It's not fair. She's a grown ass adult trying to bully me!! I think the commission paid her to say this. They want to discredit me and by association my claims, so that the backlash they face is lessened. But no, fuck them. I want them to suffer.
Oh, by the way, I appreciate you coming into my dreams lately. It's been super helpful. It helps me get back to a sense of normalcy. Although if you keep playing pranks, I'll fight you. I mean it.
For the next week, Bakugou was forced to go on a social media cleanse. Mina deleted all of the apps and Bakugou stayed at home, only going out when his friends picked him up.
As for the host? She was fired within an hour of the show's airing, and her show was quickly canceled. She didn't even offer an apology, her social media now silent.
For the next month, Bakugou was still doing his press tour, although it was a lot lighter than before. The questions were now screened, and if they veered off script even once, Bakugou would just leave mid interview.
It was so weird became now his face was plastered everywhere. He was constants getting recognized in public, and at first if was cool, but when he's starting to feel it encroach on his daily life, he's had enough. Rather than be kind to his fans, he would be mean, hoping they would get the hint that they aren't wanted. And it worked, kinda. His mean words and behaviors got so many people to leave him alone, but it also got people to find that behavior endearing. Those people, he thinks, are the worst. He'll tell them to fuck off, and they'll giggle and stay. He doesn’t know how many times he got them arrested for stalking, but it's starting to really get to him. Is what he's doing worth such flagrant disrespect of his personal boundaries and space? Unfortunately. Bakugou’s finds the answer to this is yes. So he holds that mindset close to his chest to remind him why he keeps going.
One morning, Bakugou was awoken to his phone's notifications going off non-stop. He opened his phone to see so many links being sent. He opened one of them to see UA in the news yet again, but for a different reason. He ran to his living room and turned on his TV, changing it to the nearing news channel.
"Thank you for joining us this morning, we have breaking news regarding UA. According to an anonymous source, the Public Safety Hero Commission was the reason behind the lack of safety at UA. Numerous news organizations were handed documents showing that they ignored pleas from high ranking UA staff, including formerly disgraced principal Nezu. With these documents, it looks like the UA staff and faculty were making efforts to protect the children while the Commission did nothing to make sure the kids are safe. We'll keep you updated with new information as we get it." Bakugou stood there in silence as Akio trotted over and rubbed himself against his legs. Bakugou picked the dog up and took him to his room, sobbing into him and holding him firmly.
Meanwhile, Aizawa sat in his office watching the news. His phone rang, and he picked it up, giving a gruff greeting.
"Aizawa, thank you for giving me courage. I wouldn't have done what I did without you. If the fire under them wasn't scalding before, it definitely is now." Aizawa was shocked at the sound of Nezu's voice, but before he could say anything, Nezu hung up. Aizawa sat there, processing.
UA tried to hold a press conference, but there was nothing they could really say to make people trust them again. To Bakugou, this felt like the fall of heroes after the Paranormal Liberation War. It was terrifying, because would society crumble yet again?
Aizawa called Bakugou to inform him of the press conference. The teacher offered Bakugou the chance to speak at his own press conference. Bakugou agreed, calling his friends to join him.
As he sat down at the table for the press conference, he sighed.
"Please keep your trust in the heroes, during this time. None of them knew. It'll be ridiculous for you all to attack heroes and hate them for something that isn't their fault. Direct your anger towards the executives at the commission. They're the bastards that let Denki die," Bakugou stated. The reporters asked questions, and Bakugou answered them briskly.
After the conference, Bakugou made his way home, emotionally drained. A small chirp sounded from his phone and he opened it to see a small text from Dr. Takami expressing her pride in him for going through the press conference.
As he opened his door, a couple of people in suits were waiting on his couch. He counted only three, all sitting on the same couch. Bakugou quickly turned his phone's recorder on, thankful that he had headphones on with an exposed mic.
"Bakugou Katsuki, we applaud you. You managed to turn the public against us. That's not an easy feat," the one in the middle said. So they're the leader, he noted to himself.
"The fuck do you want from me," Bakugou growled out.
"We want you to rescind your statements, and stop your tour of slander."
"Slander?! You all knew what was going on, and did nothing to stop it! In fact, you refused to do anything to stop it. Denki's blood, and every student who died due to your negligence's blood are on your hands. I hope that they haunt your dreams and that none of you find peace again."
"You don't want to get into a media war with us. You'll lose. We have the money, the resources and the connections to absolutely ruin you."
"Look at you, a grown ass adult threatening a kid. Are you and the commission really that scared of my voice? We're already in a media war. You started this when you had that host blame me on TV. But the funny thing is, you're losing the war. So your resources and shit mean nothing to me. But you're welcome to try." The person snarled and stood up, the others getting up.
"You'll regret this Bakugou," they stated.
"So will you." They stormed out of the house, and Mitsuki ran to hug Bakugou.
"You okay," she asked.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy," he spay out.
"We're gonna make sure they don't get away with this. How dare they threaten a child?! How dare they threaten my child? I want to make them regret every aspect of their lives," Mitsuki spat out. Bakugou gave his mother a feral smile.
"Of course, we'll give them hell. We're the Bakugous after all." Mitsuki’s grin resembled that of her son's afterhisstatement. .
"We'll make them regret it," Mitsuki spat out.
And regret it they did. Bakugou sent the recording to as many news stations as he possibly could. The news spread like wildfire. Protests sparked all over Japan, calling for the dissolution of the commission. By the end of the day, numerous high ranking officials had resigned, hitting about 16. By the end of the week, that number hit 80, including all of the chief officers. Pride filled his chest seeing these numbers. Bakugou knew this was only the start.
For months the commission's leadership was constantly changing, and after 6 months, the commission was fully disbanded, the hero rankings not mattering as much, simply devolving into a popularity contest. There were so many things to be said about that, but no really cared, the rankings turned into beauty pagent. UA's leadership also took a huge turn as well, hiring a team dedicated to student safety, hiring teachers and high ranking officers to make sure students are safe and protected. Countless amounts of funding that was liquidated from the now defunct commission was sent to UA for the upgrading and repairing of their security system.
Not before long, the school year started again, and Bakugou sat in the wings of a stage in front of UA. The class of 3-A stood around him. He was due to give a speech shortly, but opted to write a journal entry.
Hey Denks,
God this has all been a lot. We're in our 3rd year, and there's little changes in so many aspects of our lives. The school put a bunch of charging stations around the campus and called them "Chargebolt stations". Corny, I know. But it's hysterical, and you would have loved to see it.
UA looks super pretty now. They spent I don’t even know how much on renovations. The new administration said "no one has to die again" and meant it, and that's a relief. The new administration genuinely cares about student safety and well-being. They hired a bunch of therapists too, so that they could help students adjust to the massive changes that happened.
For me, I'm still the same Bakugou. I really do think you and Akio would get along well. He seems to like bothering me the same way you did, late at night. But I can sleep at night comfortably because of him.
Your parents constantly drop by my place to check on me. Our parents are now really good friends with each other, going out almost bi-daily. It's fucking weird, not gonna lie, but its also nice. It feels like a part of you is here with me also complaining about it.
Right now, I'm waiting to give a speech at the grand reopening of UA. I told you I did all those press tours, and people are saying that the renovations are because of me, so they tagged me to give the opening remarks. But to be honest, it's not fully my work. Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and Shinsou also helped me out greatly. But the biggest factor is you. I know you're cheering for me and that's what keeps me going. I imagine you're giving me an encouraging speech when I want to give up, and giving me that kind words that I needed. You're truly amazing Denks.
Bakugou closed his journal and moved to when the exit, hyping himself up for the speech. Akio is beside him, also excited, although it more because he got a new leash. His name is called, and he walks up the podium..
"Thank you for showing up. It took so much to get to this point, but I'm glad we're here. UA is safer, and we can make sure that Denki's death serves as a lesson in student safety. I pushed for this change, but if it wasn’t for the amazing people I get to call my friends,I wouldn't have gotten as far as I did. Their words of encouragement did more for me than they could ever know. It's a lot for us to have gone through, but for all of us involved, we have nowhere to go but up," he spoke into the podium. It's so weird when he has to sound well spoken, and not aggressive because people wouldn't want to listen to him and his message if he spoke and behave like he normally did. He felt a couple hands snake around him, and he turned to see Denki's parents behind him, holding him tightly. His own parents joined in the hug, and it quickly devolved into a cuddle puddle with Mina and the others also joining the group hug. It almost felt suffocating, but he didn't mind at all, focused on the feeling of his friends and family all together. The bright sun shone down on him, and in its warmth, he felt like Denki was hugging him, comforting him, and for the first time in a long time, Bakugou finally felt like everything would be alright.
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katsukidynam1ght · 2 years
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reasons i should not be allowed to write what i am writing: the line “grinning like he wants to eat Kaminari alive and perform an autopsy on whatever he can’t choke down.”
chapter one is being written as we speak. if anyone wants to be tagged for progress updates and little snips like this let me know, otherwise i’ll save the tagging for the actual chapter posts!
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holderofsaturn · 4 days
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Denki talks about his life
⟪angst about Denki!! with fluff!!! sooooo ooc?? idk probably, he's still not sad-sad because he's smiling and stuff. Also, he actually wants to settle down and yeahhhhh.⟫
summary: Denki talks about his life while bonding with his (for now) might-be stepsister. that he also doesn't know
his step sister uses she/they pronouns btww
Warnings: Abusive!Dad, Neglective!Dad, hints of alcoholic!Dad, Sad Denki (kinda)
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Word count: 1,210
Denki's dad had gone out on a 'date' with a woman, and he doesn't know her, but is still forced to hand out with her child. At least they're around the same age, he's 16 and she's 15. They don't know each other, they have meant once and they didn't talk to each other, his dad and her mom were talking at the store. So, it's safe to say that it would be weird. But when the parents left, and they were there alone they got to know each other and found out that they're more in common then they got to realize.
they started talking and getting to know each other, and he found out that 'she' was actually non-binary, but went by they/she, and he was a bit surprised when he found out that, because her mom showed nothing towards her using they/she pronouns. They said that her mom doesn't know, and she hasn't told her, because she's made homophobic and transphobic comments before. Which he finds understandable because he knows his dad is like that, so he's never told him of his sexuality.
They have a couple hours before their parents get back if at all, so they have time to talk. Denki's home for a couple days from UA, but he still has works to do, since he's behind. The reason he's behind is because of his daily schedule, which is probably bad for a 16 year old, but.. he needs to.
the schedule:
5:00 am - wake up 5:30 am - morning training 6:30 am - get ready for classes 7:00 am - classes 12:30 pm- lunch 1:00 pm - back to classes 3:45 pm - school gets out 4:00 pm- afternoon training 5:00 pm - go to dorms 5:30 pm - leave for work 5:50 pm - get to work 5:55pm - work shift (4 hour shift) 9:00 pm - end work shift 9:20/9:30 pm - get to dorms 10:00 pm- study/do work ????? am/pm - go to sleep
When he told them all of this, they were surprised. Why would a sixteen-year-old need a schedule like this?? Also He's in UA so that obviously doesn't make it better. So, wondering why, she asked him why. it was in a very confused way, like she didn't understand it, which she didn't but then again, they did. Denki stared for a moment, he knows why he does it, but doesn't know if he should tell her. Not like his dad would care, even he's told him. His dad doesn't care at all, if he even remembers it by the next day, if he does then he won't in like a week or so. He doesn't care for what Denki says.
"I have too" He realized how sad that sounded after he said it, and saw the look on their face. They were concerned, worried, and perhaps confused. A few seconds went by and then he said something else to go with that:
"I mean, I don't have to" He exaggerated with his hands, waving them in the air a bit while still looking at her. He kept looking away and stuff, he couldn't keep eye contact. They still looked suspicious tho, and questioning. This was one of the things he was scared of. The reason he is scared of it is because when he was in middle school, of course it's there He told his teacher that he didn't like his house and preferred to go to the park or stay after school, stuff like that. She got concerned and started to ask a bunch of questions, and he sort of just brushed it off. He just didn't want anything to happen like that again.
"I just, need the money.." He was fidgeting with his hands, not something really new, just something to point out. "y'know?" He has a smile on his face, acting like this was normal small talk. She was just looking at him, head nodding slowly to his question. They got it, just did know why he needed the money for. His house looked, relatively fine, so did his stuff. "kinda...?" she stretched out the word and made it a question. He looked at them and then he started to nod slowly, they were looking at each other for a while. "yeahh, so, why do you need money?" As far as she knew, UA paid for the school, the food, the outfits, and all that really. Soooo...why?
He looked at them for a moment, then looked down at his hands, he taped, then looked up. He leaned back into the chair and sighed. He was thinking about a way to put what he was about to say, into a much more 'I'm okay!!' and 'this is normal!!' way. he fixed his hair and then finally looked back at her, and sighed once more
"To get out of here.. This house." they looked at each other, surprise coming to her face "I'm saving up for an apartment so I can leave."
They were surprised now, she didn't anticipate that. She thought it was going to be for clothes, jewelry, other things teenager's want. But no, he wanted to live somewhere else, that's all he wanted?? Just to get out? He was wide-eyed, more than usual, because he was waiting for the response. He noticed how that sounded and was screaming at himself inside that it wasn't that big of a deal, I mean he stays at UA then he'll be off doing hero work and most likely won't be home a lot. She still was thinking about it, at this point she was leaned back in their chair, think about how to take this.
"it's not like that," trying to make this better, reassure them. "it's not in a bad way..."
They just looked away, then looked back at him, and nodded. She stared off for a moment, then took her attention back to him. "Okay, yeah, alright." They laughed a bit. I mean, it sounded awkward, this whole thing is awkward. They stared at each other for a second
"So, what's after that?" they asked, just wondering if he had his life planned out. She didn't, not at all, she didn't have a clue what was going to happen. They enjoyed it that way though.
"mhhh idk, work. Then hopefully I'll find a partner along the way, then have kids and get married, whichever comes first, then...yeah."
"Don't be like my dad."
That came out way to easy, he actually hasn't thought about what he wanted his life to be like before, from not actually caring I guess, as long as he was having fun. Which he was, lots of it, with UA and new friends/people, hopefully people he spends a long time with.
the only thing that he really wants to change was how he was with his dad, but there's no changing that, the only way that he could change it is to leave. Not talk to him until he's changed, which will probably never happen, so he just will leave and with any luck does not see him again. He does still love his dad, just he can't be near him when he's like that, makes him feel weird.
Okkaaayyy were done, took me longer than I intended, this was supposed to be a little drabble to get it off my mind. But oh well, I kept me awake since I accidentally pulled an all-nighter.
by the way, the reason the 'stepsisters' text is pink is because she has dyed pink ends in her hair :3 or that's how I imagine them.. idkkk... and also like in jeans a t-shirt (probably band one) and like medium hair maybe. tennis shoes, maybe a bit a freckles. Maybe not
also, I might need to explain a bit more about the 'stepsister' thing lmao but not rn because this outro kinda thing is already too long, sooooooooo yeah.
also idk if there's too much color in this, I'm trying something
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takes1 · 2 months
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Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of ​​him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously
i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!
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warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3
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*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes
The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.
With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.
You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.
Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.
It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.
Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?"
Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.
"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"
Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.
"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."
You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.
Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.
He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.
Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.
Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.
For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.
The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.
They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.
Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-
"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.
Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.
"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.
The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.
He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"
His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.
"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.
His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.
It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.
You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.
He approached faster than he intended.
His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.
Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.
Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.
He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.
Oooh, man.
You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"
Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.
A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.
"I think he's had too much."
You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.
As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.
Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.
Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.
"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.
The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.
Bakugou squinted up at him.
Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.
"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"
"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.
Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.
Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.
His infatuation; your concern.
"Have you been drinking?"
He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.
"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."
You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.
Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.
From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.
It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.
"How are you feeling?"
He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."
The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.
It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.
"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.
Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.
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typhea · 8 months
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✮﹒❄️﹐RANDOM CHARACTERS + ‘CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU’
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﹐♡﹒featuring : multiple characters ♡
﹐♡﹒infos : toxicity, angst, heavy manipulation/brainwashing, threatening, gn!reader, heavy guilt tripping, corruption.
﹐♡﹒summary : type of toxic ex they are..
THE ‘ I’M THE VICTIM ’ EX
midoriya izuku, yuji itadori, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, arlelt armin, kyoka jirou, uraraka ochako, hinata shoyo.
literally brainwash you that it’s your fault and they’re hurt.
calls you every night, when they probably drunk and tells you how much they miss you.
“ y/n, you were so horrible to me. you crushed my feelings, but i’ll forgive you anything ‘cause i love you.”
will dramatise everything like, getting off social medias, staying home all day, just to get your attention.
will send people to get you to come back, he makes you look bad in front of your friends. “they are nice to you! why would you do that, just get back with them.”
faking their depression to get you back, and literally go insane when it doesn’t work.
“look what you’ve done to me.”
100% cry in front of you to coax you.
“i did really bad things to myself because of you, only you can heal me.”
lies, lies, lies. all for your attention.
THE ‘YOU NEED ME’ EX
bakugo katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, sero hanta, kurapika, gojo satoru, neito monoma, aizawa shota, takami keigo, kuroo tetsuro.
always up to date on your new relationships, texts you that it won’t work.
"you call that moving on? they look like me, but they’ll never be me."
so confident you will come back.
most of the time, they are the reason why your relationships don’t work. threatening your partner? yes.
you cry in their arms when one of your relationship ends, they just hug you and whisper :
“i told you baby, nobody loves you but me okay?”
will remind you your flaws and red flags, just to end their sentence with “but i still love you, isn’t that amazing?”
don’t even act like you’re their ex.
literally corrupts you, makes your brain theirs.
makes you chase them.
THE ‘ME OR NOBODY’ EX
amajiki tamaki, midoriya izuku, chisaki kai, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, kamo choso, kasumi miwa, springer connie, kirstein jean, toga himiko.
also called crazy ex, the one that stalks you.
harass you with begging texts. you blocked them? they will get another phone.
“y/n you can’t do this to me.. please come back”
impulsive and jealous, they will beat up anyone they see you with or hack any thirsty person commenting on your insta post.
goes insane when you get a new partner.
literally screams at you in voicemails, thinks you’re theirs.
“you can’t cheat on me! y/n, i know you’re faking it just to make me mad, i’ll show you how mad i am.”
shows up at your place at random times, it’s either to cry at your feet or threaten you to come back.
literally couldn’t believe theirs ears when you broke up with them, went feral.
you’re their whole world, they are literally nothing without you, they will find a way to keep you whether you want it or not.
thanks for reading darlin! don’t forget to like and leave a comment :)
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uravitypng · 7 months
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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
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pairing: denki kaminari x reader, (hanta sero x reader)
word count: 4.5k
content warnings/things in part three: everyone is oblivious to everyone's feelings, jealous/needy denki, shopping at the beginning but i'm not specific on describing exactly what been brought just that it's slightly shorter than what the reader would typically buy, reader's social battery drains quickly, reader has some resentment towards jirou and only ever calls them jirou sfdhhsvjg, written with a chubby reader in mind (smut in later chapters/+18)
a/n: i hope you all enjoy part three, this is the longest part so far and i'm not really sure if i like all of it but i think i do! i'm so excited for the this series to carry on. let me all know what you think about this chapter!
i talk too much summery: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.
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In a weeks time is the charity gala event that's held every year for heroes and if someone doesn't go it certainly looks bad on them. If they're not on patrol or wrapped up in hero work they should be there, especially if they're big names or retired big names. You may not be the number one hero but you're noticeable and you're a big enough name to make it a problem if you didn't turn up which is not the best for you. Every year is the same, spending hours picking and trying on outfits only to wear once, a smile plastered on your face all night that makes your cheeks hurt when you get home, heels so high you feel as tall as Mt Lady and this year is the same problem.
Denki already has a car hired to take you both to the event in case either of you want to drink and because he knows you walking so far in heels would likely be a disaster.
You've been fretting for days now about the gala, you still haven't brought a dress for the night and shopping for clothes really does not bode well for your self esteem. You prefer buying clothes online so you don't have to go to stores and try clothes on but sizes on websites can sometimes be wrong and they look different than advertised.
You know you shouldn't compare yourself to your friends and your colleagues but you can't help stop yourself, they spend so much money and time getting ready in comparison to you it makes you stand out when you think you don't look as good as them or you don't spend hours doing your hair. You care about your appearance at these events but they make your esteem plummet, you always think your friends look better than you, dress better than you and look more desirable than you.
Now you don't want to people to get the wrong idea, you don't really care about desirability, actually you care very little about it but it might make Denki do a double take for once, maybe he might even do a double take and make a flirtatious comment. That's the kind of desirability you want. You don't wish to become on a list of the hottest bachelorette pro heroes, if anything you want to only be considered 'hot' to a few people but to the rest of the world you want to be called something different, something other than desirable. You want to be called a pro hero who's amazing at her job, especially in away missions, a pro hero that if you hear a commotion and see a crime taking place down the road you spring right into action even if you're not on duty. Just referring to you as desirable would be a disservice.
But for some reason, with this gala, you agreed to let Mina help find you a dress and you're already regretting it as she calls you after she's finished work asking if you're ready to go shopping. You had no idea she wanted to go today and you were so close to cancelling. You couldn't help it, it's like being thrown into the deep end but not only can you not swim but you're also allergic to the water. Having no time to prepare to get in the right mindset to go shopping definitely put you on edge but you agree all the same knowing that you've got to get it over and done with and Mina might not accept the decision of you cancelling and drag you out anyway.
"Hey! Ready to go shopping?" Mina calls as she see's you.
"Not particularly."
She laughs at your reply, "that's my girl. Lets go! I have a couple styles in mind."
Mina's already brought what she's going to wear, she brought it months ago but when you asked for help she dropped every plan that she could possibly cancel to help you. You've never asked her or anyone else, for that matter, to help you shop for clothes before so she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of helping you choose something amazing.
She has a plan in mind, something you're comfortable in, she loves you and she wants you to feel comfortable but she also wants you to feel confident. Luckily Mina still gives you some control of the situation, letting you decide the store. There's only a few shops around that cater to your size so you visit the one you like most.
Two hours later you're still in the dressing room, surrounded by expensive clothes that are mostly in black, because 'everyone looks good in black', as Mina keeps passing you new ones to try. You reluctantly stay until you find one. You like it, in fact you love it but if you said that out loud you might change your mind about it. It's slightly more fitted than the ones you typically go for and it shows slightly more skin. It's out of your comfort zone for sure and something you'd definitely not pick to wear without Mina but you're glad she came along.
Tonight's the night of the gala and Denki's waiting in the living room for you and he's so very close to knocking on your door to see if you're nearly ready but he knows that would not be a good idea, you'd be sour all night and would stay away from him so he waits as patiently as he can.
When you come out the room he's so very glad he didn't rush you. The dress you're wearing is different to what he's used to and what he expected you to wear. Seeing Denki's reaction but not recognising his look on his face you assume the worse and pull your dress down as low as you can. After seeing this Denki rushes out to reassure you, "you look lovely 'doll. You ready to go?" It's rare that Denki compliments specifically your appearance or outfits. Fiddling with your fingers and shifting from side to side you answer, "Thank you, Denks. You look lovely too. I'm ready, are you?"
Denki really does look nice. He's wearing a black notch lapel suit meaning the suit has a triangular shape V because of the sewing of the lapels into the collar of the jacket. He's not wearing a tie but he's wearing cufflinks, if you look close enough you can see that they're the ones you brought him when you all left UA, they're silver circles with a yellow lightning bolt on them.
He holds out his arm for you to take and with a cheeky smile on his face asks, "ready mademoiselle?"
Accepting his arm, "ready monsieur."
Arriving at the gala gives you other reasons why you dreaded it. This year there are more camera's outside than normal and you wonder why. It makes you anxious, you're use to the camera's you just don't like them. Denki places his hand on the small of your back and falls in step beside you, in doing so calming you down and giving you security. You dreaded the noise and how busy it was. You started scouting the hall, looking out for any of your friends, maybe even catch up with your old classmates.
"I found people, let's go." Still holding onto the small of your back he guides you through the crowd. You were already on edge with the surroundings and all those cameras but then your mood drops as you spotted where he was taking you both, right to Jirou. There was more than just Jirou there, but you knew that's why he's going over, not because Hanta's and Ejirou's over there, both of you see them all the time, and it's not because Yaomomo or Katsuki and Ochaco are over there either, it's for Jirou. He complimented you at the beginning of the night and your stomach fluttered with butterflies but now you'll have to watch him flirt all night with someone else, someone who neither of you have seen in so long so it's awful to think about how much he'll be talking to her and about her in the following weeks.
"Heyo," Hanta calls when he see's you, making you grin wide as he holds his hand up for you to high five.
You perk up at his anticts at high five him back, "Heyo."
There's a collection of greetings from everyone. Momo complimenting your dress and you saying back that Mina helped you, Uraraka saying she missed you as you hug her.
Bakugou saying he didn't he sees you all the fucking time, causing you to smack him lightly on the back of his head while grinning. "Don't be like that that Katsuki." He scowls at you and makes a dismissive sound before calling you a dumbass.
Denki exchanges pleasantries with everyone, you were too wrapped up in your conversation with Kiri and Hanta to even notice that he hadn't flirted or made any kind of comment towards Jirou at all.
"You look beautiful," Kiri says earnestly making your heart warm.
"Yes, you look very hot. I'm liking the dress." Hanta adds on.
You chuckle, "thank you Kiri and when did you become such a creep Han."
"I'm simply making an observation," Hanta replies causing you to try, and fail, at controlling your laughing volume sounding a lot louder than you intended to be.
Hanta looks good too, all your friends do.
Bakugou's wearing his hero costume colours in a suit, his hair slightly more tamed and he has pencilled eyeliner on his lash line like his mask, you'd put money that his publicist from the agency made him wear it all.
Most of your friends have gone with their hero costume colours with Ochaco wearing an all pink flowy dress that goes down to her ankles, Kiri wearing a suit similar to the one he wore at I-Expo, Momo a red fitted dress and Jirou wearing a longer dress catered to her aesthetic, but Hanta, well Hanta looked really good.
Hanta was wearing a cool dark grey tone unstructured blazer his dress shirt had the first button undone. How someone can look this good but keep it simple, classy and somewhat casual in formal wear is beyond you.
Denki watches you make conversation with Hanta and his jaw clenches as he wonders why you're talking to him when there's people you haven't seen in months or close to a year, yet you're choosing to talk to Sero who you saw earlier this week. Is this why you're wearing that dress? For him?
Denki wants your attention, wants you to focus your attention back on him. "I'm going to get us drinks. Do you want to come?"
You were about to decline but you feel him hold your wrist loosely in his hand and you look and see an expression on your face that you know too well, it's the look that he gives you when he wants you to agree with something so desperately. His 'puppy dog eyes' look. You don't speak for a second, all the background noise fades away as you try and understand why he wants you to come with him so bad and that's when you connect that he's standing next to Jirou and something might have happened or someone might have said something insensitive to him.
He pulls your hand a bit and lowers his voice, "please."
"Of course Denki," you nod. "I'll follow you anywhere," you tell him softly and honestly. Your heart starts racing as you realised what you said. You've said stuff like this to him before and you always mean it truthfully, you'll follow him anywhere. You'd follow him to the end of the world and knowing your luck it could happen. He can be so oblivious, like with how you truly feel towards him that he might not even notice he was at the end of the world until you pointed it out to him. You hope that Denki can't feel your pulse racing while he's holding onto you.
He doesn't notice, he's too relieved that you agreed to go with him, that you chose to go with him instead of staying with everyone else, instead of staying with Sero. "We're going to get drinks, we'll see you guys later." Before you can say your goodbyes he's gently but firmly pulling you to the bar. You want to make a joke about his haste to get away from the conversations everyone's having but you don't know if that would be appropriate with whatever he's feeling right now and with whatever happened.
He drags you to one of the stools and orders your favourite drink. "Are you okay Denki?"
"Just peachy," he didn't mean it to sound sarcastic, he didn't mean it to come out at all. He wanted to tell you that he's fine, to assure you that with you next to him he's having a good night but he's vexed and frustrated.
"Did...Did something happen Denks? With Jirou? Or... Um something else?" You wearily question.
He turns his head around to face you so quickly it's a wonder how he didn't get whiplash. "Why would something happen with Jirou?" He looks quizzically at you, having no idea why you're bringing her up.
You became equally confused as you see his expression. "I thought maybe something happened and you wanted to get away from her." You take a sip of your drink, using it as an excuse to look away from him.
"Nothing happened with Jirou or anyone. I just wanted to spend time with you," he says while running his hand through his hair, you look up just in time to see him and cuss him out in your head for looking so attractive.
If you were anyone else you would have asked him further questions but you're use to this by now, his confusing statements that always leave you wondering why he wants something. If you were anyone else you would have wondered why he didn't want to spend time with any of the others or spend time with Jirou, the girl he's mad about. Instead he wants to spend his time with you when he see's you every single day but by this point you're use to it. When he says random things and constantly wants your attention, really living up to the 'puppy dog eyes.'
"Let's live together."
"Are you sure you want to live with me Denki. I mean we've got enough money to buy our own places." he convinced you that living together would be the best decision you would ever make, it was.
You were tidying up the house one day when Denki came up behind you scaring you. "Come shopping with me." you put your hands on your hips and turn to face him.
"Now why on earth would I do that Denks, it's your turn to go shopping."
"It's no fun without you though." you agree but grumble about how it's his turn and you're going to both go together next time. he happily agrees like that was part of his plan all along.
you hear clutter in the living room as Denki's searching for all the takeout menu's. "let's order in tonight."
"I've got a date remember.
"Yeah I do but he's ugly and I'm better. Pizza?"
When you and Denki went to watch a film at the cinema, you run into Eijirou and you stopped to talk for awhile, arranging to all hang out later tonight as you were all free. Denki flicks your hand. "pay attention to me."
Denki casually tells you, "if we're not married by the time we're 40 we should get married," causing you to spit out your tea. "Two pros getting married will boost both our ratings up like crazy, the look on our parents faces when we tell it's a publicity stunt though will be interesting, pretty sure my parents like you better than they like me. Mina and Kirishima are planning to do the same thing."
"Bold of you to assume i'm going to make it 40." You chuckle.
You don't see the angry look on his face as replies, "you better."
You giggle, "you just can't live without someone paying attention to you every hour of every day." In a normal setting your heart would be bursting out of your chest but you knew he didn't mean what he said, it surprised you but after you got over the initial shock it was fine. He's just been listening to Kirishima too much. Plus both of your ratings are good enough as it is and there is already speculation of you both together.
"You'll stay with me right?" Denki takes a sip of his drink and looks hopeful at you.
"All night." You respond before stealing his drink and tasting it, scrunching your nose in disgust, "Denks, this is gross."
You stay together alone for the majority of the night at the bar before you decide it's probably in both your best interests to mingle. The whole time Denki stays attached to you, staying by your side.
It's now getting late and you start wondering if it would be appropriate for you to take your leave. The gala hasn't ended but it could be on all night for all you know. You've seen some heroes leave but Denki's next to you smirking at a joke Mic said and you have a feeling this is going to be a long night.
You're trying to keep up with everyone, with Denki, but it's hard with your social battery draining. You excuse yourself from the conversation to go to the bathroom, although it's just an excuse for you to take a deep breath and be away from all the noise and chatter.
After a couple minutes you head back out of the bathroom and go out to find Denki when you hear Hanta calling your name. Before you can comprehend what you're doing your legs walk and you go to Hanta. He's standing on his own which is surprising, due to the charismatic and social butterfly he is.
"You look tired."
"Gee, thanks Hanta. Did you call me over just to say that?"
"Oh snappy aren't you? I didn't mean it as a bad thing, I promise. I'm just surprised you're still here that's all."
"Well I'm surprised you're here alone." You reply, you know you're being short with him but you're just so drained and it feels like he's teasing you.
He doesn't take any offence to your tone and short replies.
"Actually I was with Midoriya but I left when I saw you to come talk to you."
"Oh." you mumble.
"You look super drained, why haven't you gone home yet?" He questions gently as to try and let you know he's coming from a place of caring and he's not teasing you.
"Denki's having fun." You nod your head to where he is, where he's animatedly telling a story to Hawks.
"Hmmm, do you want me to take you home." Sero leans closer to you. He's so tuned in on your feelings and your needs, he always just knows.
You look up to see him softly smiling at you, "you look really nice tonight Hanta."
He chuckles and pulls you closer so you're leaning against him. "Thank you pretty girl, but that's not what i asked is it?" he strokes your knuckles with his thumb as he mumbles under his breath about how you're too tired.
"You really would take me home Han? You're having a good time though." you ask quietly, not sure if you want to go home but if you were more awake and socially aware you'd be calling Hanta your saviour right now for the offer.
"You're more important. If you want me to take you home I will."
Neither of you are aware but you're being watched, if Denki saw you he'd come marching up and drag you away but he's so invested in the conversation he's having that he doesn't know where you are. The people who do see however are Katsuki, Mina and Kiri and that's not the best people to see because right now Mina is jumping to every possible conclusion.
Mina may be the worst person to see this innocent act other than Denki but at the same time Kirishima is hardly any better as he's thinking about every interaction he's seen you two have together and every word you've spoken about each other. Katsuki is the one telling Mina to 'leave it alone', 'it's not a big deal', 'it's probably nothing' and to 'forget about it'. He makes a quick glance around the room trying to spot Kaminari. He knew you and Sero were close but not this close. He thought that you and Kaminari have been dating for years and have been lying to everyone who asks about it. Dating as a pro was hard so he just assumed you two kept it super under the radar from everyone, including your friends. He never pushed either of you on the subject.
"Bakugou, there's no way there isn't something going between those two! Of course it's a big deal and of course I'm going to talk about it! Do you think they're dating or that they're just into each other?" Mina whispers loudly and excitedly. "Oh my god! She asked me to help her buy a dress, do you think that was because of Sero?" She directs the question to Kirishima knowing that they live close together and he's more likely to entertain her questions.
He doesn't want to get involved in you and Sero's relationship, it wouldn't be manly of him but he does wonder why neither of you have never mentioned anything to him before. He thinks about Kaminari and how it gives him a weird feeling. By the way you're leaning against each other now right now and talking close so that only each other can hear he has to admit it that it does look rather intimate.
"Don't forget guys, they're both always very touchy with people, not just with other." He's trying to rationalise it and you do always touch Kaminari and fall asleep on Sero and hug Mina, but when Sero leans down closer to talk to you it puts Bakugou and Kirishima on edge, Mina is ecstatic for her friends but Bakugou and Kirishima are now hyper-aware that Kaminari is in the room.
You look around the room trying to find Denki. "Want to wait for Denki."
Hanta straightens his posture and takes a deep breath but you're none the wiser. "Are you sure? He might be here for hours. I don't want you to collapse out of exhaustion."
"I'm sure Han," you whisper. "I'll.. I'll, wait for him. He shouldn't be too long. Thank you though, you're the best."
Right on cue, Denki turns around and looks at you, his eyes hardens when he see that you leaning against Hanta but as soon as you see him you beam from ear to ear, softening Denki's gaze. He excuses himself from the conversation he's having and starts to go over to you. Hanta noticed Denki, "I think Kaminari might take you home, he looks pretty displeased right now."
You giggle, "he's been a bit more protective of late. I think it's because our patrol times have been different and we haven't seen each other much. Hopefully soon it will be back to normal."
"Hey 'doll, hey Sero. What are you guys up to?"
You move off of Hanta, "can we go home soon Denki, 'm tired."
Denki's heart nearly breaks as he see's how drained you are and how drained you must have been for ages. "I'm sorry babydoll, I've been so wrapped up talking to everyone. I promise I'll make it up to you, let's go home yeah?" you nod your head and wave bye to Hanta.
Denki knows he should probably say goodbye to everyone individually but right now all he cares about is getting you back home. "Can you tell everyone we left and said bye Hanta," Denki requests.
"Sure thing dude. See you guys later, get home safe."
Denki holds your hand and intertwines your fingers with his before guiding you out.
The three onlookers were still watching the interaction, all with their drinks in their hand with Bakugou and Kirishima breathing a sigh of relief, when, from the distance it looked like everything was okay between Kaminari and Sero.
"Do you think she loves him?" Mina asks as she watches you follow Denki.
"Who?" Kirishima observes you leave.
"Kaminari." Mina responds having not taken her eyes off you since you started making your way to the door.
"Leave it raccoon eyes."
"it's just a question Bakugou." Mina retorts.
Kirishima sighs as he answers, "it's not any of our business Mina."
"They're our friends Kirishima."
"Yes and because of that we're staying out of it." As they were watching they were caught by Sero, making accidental eye contact with him. Everyone quickly looks away.
Denki takes you home and on the way he keeps apologising. "Please don't say sorry Denks." You squeeze his hand that you're still holding.
He turns to you and moves some of your hair out of the way of your face and delicately tucks it behind your ear, "'doll I am so sorry, and I need to apologise. I should have been more aware and have been making sure you're okay. I know how quickly your social battery drains, especially compared to mine, I should of been checking up on you," he's looking you in the eye, you think he must be tired too because his eyes are slightly watery. He presses your foreheads together and says so quietly it's a surprise you even heard him apoligise again, "I'm sorry."
You keep the same energy as he does and keep your foreheads together still touching, "it's okay Denki, I promise. You're here now. Plus Hanta was making sure I was okay."
Denki changes position and turns his head away from you, "yeah, but it should have been me."
Come the following morning Kirishima and Mina have completely forgot the conversation they had the previous, they had too much to drink and their memory of the end of the night is fuzzy only remembering pieces. Bakugou didn't drink at all, he remembers everything. He won't say anything to anyone.
You wake up to Denki entering your room with a tray and a huge gleeful grin on his face, "breakfast in bed! Made just for you." You rub your eyes slowly waking up, "I let you sleep in but I'm off today and so are you, so I thought we could spend the day together."
You groan, "five more minutes."
"I thought you'd say that," Denki chuckles and places the tray on your bedside table, "budge up, if you're going back to bed, I'm waiting here until you do." You groan as you make room for him. If you were more awake you would be internally screaming that Denki Kaminari, your best friend and the man you love is currently sitting next to you in bed but you're already half asleep.
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angelshimaa · 1 year
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━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒
⤷ feat. bakugou, kirishima and kaminari <3
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♡ cw :: gn!reader, angsty angsty angsty, implied that reader breaks it off with them, basically how they are right after the breakup
♡ pet names :: none !
♡ a/n :: tbh i don’t have anything to say— just felt like hurtin some boys <3 major major thanks to @softiefeli for bein the first ever to read this besides me— mwah mwah !
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it’s frightening to see how much more katsuki drowns himself in work.
training and heroing are all his life start to consist of, determined to shove enough of it in his mind to leave no space for you and all he misses. forever angry at you, forever angry at him and forever angry at how things fell apart— the love he carries for you is pushed aside by his burning temper constantly rearing its ugly head.
if he has anything to do with it though, you’ll never know.
not when he walks past you as if he has no memory of you once being so dear to him. not when he drains out the sound of your voice, as if that wasn’t once one of his favourite sounds.
you’ll never know exactly how hurt he is. not when he makes sure you cease to exist to him.
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kirishima eijirou has never felt so displaced in his life.
the cutting off what the two of you have— had— so quickly leaves him reeling as his heart stutters, trying to understand how and why. he tries to piece together all sorts of reasons and explanations— his mind nothing but grey ‘what-ifs’ and ‘i-should-haves’ among the ruins you’ve left him in.
seeing you so soon after, knowing he doesn’t have you anymore, has his wounds falling open over and over— raw and painful and he hates how he’s sure your care and your touch could heal them.
yet, he’s reminded how he needs to keep his distance, no matter how foreign and wrong it feels. he realises his hardening can’t help him against this hurt— not when he can’t help how soft he’ll forever remain for you.
you leave him so lost— so lost in not being able to hold and openly love you anymore— yet his heart hasn’t yet learnt to feel anything but restricted love laced in sorrow for you.
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denki can’t deal with how real it all is.
it’s just unbelievable. unbelievable that this isn’t some horrible prank going on too long— that it isn’t some sick joke he wasn’t in on. the ties between the two of you had really been cut into two— he can’t claim to be yours anymore and that hurts him more than he hopes the others are aware.
denki does what he knows to do best— he puts on his jester mask and pulls off a show.
he laughs to hide the sound of his heart crashing to the floor at the mention of your name. he jokes as if he doesn’t find himself crying yet again at the thought of you almost every night in his dorm. he flirts and teases as if strings don’t tug in his chest as a reminder— his heart already has an owner.
it’s unbelievable how much he feels he’s lost once you left, so unbelievable he’ll remain in denial as long as he can— or until he’s how you left him; alone.
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— thank you for reading ! rbs + comments are greatly appreciated !! <3
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jaymadii · 2 years
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CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]
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You and Bakugo had a complicated history to say the least; in the romantic sense. Back in your UA days you had attempted to court him. You two had been doing this sort of dance around each other for a while; he’d ask to to scent things for him like blankets and pillows for his nest — something about having a familiar alpha’s aroma helped a mateless omega’s heats be more bearable. In return, you occasionally asked Bakugo to scent a hoodie or one of your shirts for you to defer away unwanted attention from some of the more pushy omegas (mostly Hatsume).
You had gotten your wires mixed and mistaken Bakugous comfortability with you as attraction. You had spend hours picking out the perfect courting gift for Bakugou, even going as far to ask Izuku’s opinion on the matter. You had settled on a expensive cashmere blanket — sunset orange. It was the kind of blanket that was advertised as peak nesting material. You scented the blanket and sealed it up in a plain box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Simple, like Bakugou would like it.
The humiliation lives with you to this day when you remember Katsuki’s horrified expression when you presented him with the gift, yelling at you and slamming the door in your face, but not before dropping the gift at your feet.
Your relationship was never quite the same after that. You trashed the blanket in the closest bin from his dorm to yours, washed all the clothes that still lingered of Bakugou’s scent, and avoided him for weeks on end. Izuku was kind enough to scent some of your shirts to ward off other omegas, and to let you lay your head in his lap while stroke your hair for a little after you explained why you couldn’t just have Bakugou do it. He would make a good mate for someone one day.
Time heals all wounds though, because as you grew up, and focused more on your hero work, yours and Bakugou’s relationship repaired on at least a professional level. You were one of the few alpha pro-hero’s that didn’t care if they were teamed up with a omega in the battlefield, which ended up with you and Bakugou being partners more often than not. The last alpha they tried to make Bakugo team up with made a snide comment about what was the superior secondary gender, then ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and pretty nasty gash on his head.
That leads you to where you are now: sitting in a bar with all your co-workers/high school friends for a after patrol drink. You were exhausted to say the least, after a day of crime fighting and a not so well night of sleep, you didn’t really feel in a partying mood. But it was rare for all of your schedules to line up for a get together like you used to have, so you put a smile on your face and order two fingers of whiskey. The group had already been here a hour and a half, you had just payed all the tabs and were getting ready to leave. You leaned your head against the back of the booth and closed your eyes— just for a minute to rest them, blissfully unaware of the way Bakugou was side glancing you. Kaminari was going on about a bank robbery he busted a couple of days ago and did you think he was embellishing some of these details? Yes. But it kept the rest of the group in a trance so you were gonna keep your mouth shut about it. Everyone had been drinking pretty heavily, everyone but you.
You open your eyes back up. The bar was loud and smelt like a locker room of different scents. You were tired and grouchy and miserable today. It was times like these to you think about how nice it would be to have some…ahem…stress relief. Your eyes scan the bar area for a minute, zeroing in on the waitress you had earlier. She was a petite brunette with blue eyes and a short skirt. She smelt like a beta, but you could see scent patches on her neck— definitely a omega; a alpha would wear a stronger brand. She must have felt your gaze because the next thing your know she’s looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at you in a almost seductive way.
You suddenly feel a petite hand on your face following a big shove, “Hey!” You protested, ushering Uraraka’s limbs away from you as she giggled, definitely a little drunk. All eyes on the table turned to the two of you as you struggled to get the wiggle worm to calm down.
“Someone’s making sex eyes at you” she teased in a sing song voice, definitely too loud for any sort of subtlety. The whole group irrupted into “Ohhh” and “Ahhh” and you suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everyone started their teasing, everyone but Katsuki who was being uncharacteristically quite. You groaned and buried your head in arms, a blush covered your face that was so pink it looked like you were sunburned. Everyone at the table quite down almost instantly, and you allow your eyes to peak just above your arms to access the situation.
“Ahem,” you looked over to your right. The pretty waitress was staring back at you. She had her check book clutched to her chest in a nervous manner and her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours. Thanks for being so loud, Uraraka. “Your receipt.” She said, placing the paper on the table and sliding it to you. You nodded, a small smile of gratitude gracing your lips before she turned around and walked away. Your friends broke out into whispers and Kaminari started annoyingly nudging you in the side as you all stood up to leave. You wave him off.
With the receipt still in your hand, you all spit off in your different directions when you exit the bar. You and Bakugou head toward the direction of your car, since you work together it’s not uncommon for you to carpool to or from work, and since you had shared plans with your friends tonight it was decided by him that you would take the both of you. You haven’t heard a peep from the blonde since he yelled at Kirishima for double dipping in the salsa earlier. He had only spoke when spoken to tonight but you brushed that off as him being as tired as you were right now.
“She gave you her number.” He said emotionless, gesturing to the receipt in your hand. You flipped the piece of paper around and well, she did. Written in pretty girlish handwriting was her name, number, and ‘call me’ on the back of the receipt. So that’s why she gave it to you. Your face flushed again at the thought of a pretty omega taking interest in you. Sure there had been omega in the past that had took a shining to you, but most of them you shrugged off in favor of focusing on work or well, when your head was too fuzzy with the thoughts of maybe being with Bakugou. You wanted to know what she smelled like, without blockers on, would your scents be compatible? Of course, it could be a one night stand sort of deal, which would mean compatibility is basically a moot point because it wouldn’t be going anywhere serious. “Are you going to call her?” Bakugo pressed, which wasn’t like him at all. The two of you didn’t talk about your romantic lives ever. It was the one unspoken rule you shared since that dumb night in the dorms.
You knitted your eyebrows together, unsure of what answer he was probably expecting. “I think I will.” You answered honestly, feeling the burning gaze Bakugou had on your hand as you stuffed the receipt into your coat pocket and took your car keys out.
“You don’t even know her.” He argued, his pace slowing as he trailed behind you. There was something in his tone that you didn’t care to decipher, because you stopped trying to understand Bakugo on a personal level years ago. “I didn’t take you for the kind of alpha that sleeps around.” That was a low blow. You turn around, a hand on the drivers side door, and look at him. His eyes were unfocused, and stance was wobbly. How much did he have to drink again?
“Let’s get you home, Bakugo. We have to work in the morning.” You’re gonna brush off his words as after affects of too much alcohol. You were suspecting this to happen, it’s why your only had a sip of your drink the whole evening. Someone needed to drive home. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in almost a menacing way and he didn’t take anymore steps towards your car.
“No!” He shouted, and suddenly you remember just how public this parking lot is as a passerby send a look your way. “Tell me your not gonna call her! You’re not that kind of alpha!” Your silent for a second, accessing your choices. You could have a loud verbal argument with your co-worker in the middle of the street, or you could put him over your shoulder like a child and take him to the car. You quickly rush over, all but throwing the blonde in the passenger seat of your car as he fight you in a very ungraceful way. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” That made you pause, halfway into bucking Bakugo’s seatbelt you turn to look at him. He had tears in the brims of his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He was a very emotional drunk.
“Bakugo, calm down.” You whispered, you don’t want him to cry. You’ve never seen him cry. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your thumb, ignoring how your heart dropped to your stomach when he leaned into your touch.
You shut the passengers door on him and got in the drivers seat, Bakugo’s was struggling against the seatbelt. Tears were free falling down his cheeks and his breathing was getting short and rapid. It broke your heart to see the omega in distress over something stupid and meaningless like a phone number. He needed to calm down. You needed to calm him down. You quickly peeled off your scent blockers on your neck, allowing a calming scent to overtake the car. Bakugou found the click release of his seatbelt and launched himself into your lap, straddling your hips, rubbing his face on the sides of your neck, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.
The car was filled with a gentle humming sound. Purring.
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It was a surprise you didn’t get pulled over driving home. Bakugo refused to leave your lap, he refused to get out of the car without you when you drove to his place. You climbed up the stairs of your apartment complex to at a time, Bakugo was still in your arms and you had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of you anytime soon. Thank god you only lived on the second floor. As soon as you opened your front door Bakugo lifted his head from your neck, accessing your surroundings as you walked him further inside. He had never been to your place before — your den.
“Alright,” You said as you walked him into your bedroom, you manhandled the blonde on to your bed, met with a whole new wave of purring as you did so. Bakugo looked up at you with hooded eyes, rolling his back on your comforter, coating himself in your scent from the it. You were suddenly met with the scent of a very horny omega. Great. When did he take his scent patches off without you noticing. “You sleep here, I’ll sleep out there.” You ordered, before pointing out the door and to the couch in the living area. You had to be the one to keep a cool head in this situation, no matter how much his scent is making you want to bend his knees to his shoulders and rail into him until morning. He’s probably flexible enough to do it too. You made a move to leave.
Bakugo stared at you for a minute, then his hands had iron grips on your forearm, forcing you back on top of him and caging himself under you — you were dominating him. You could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and you could smell the slick gushing out of him. He was making it very hard to be a gentleman right now.
“I haven’t smelt your scent since high school” he whispered, hands began to stroke your shoulders and neck, a gesture he was hoping would invite you in, closer to him. It was the first thing he said since you had got out of the car. It was true, during high school you wore your scent blockers religiously after Bakugo had rejected you. You had to be with such close quarters with each other that you figured you’d be doing him a favor. You wore them during work for professionalism. The only time you didn’t wear your scent blockers now were when you were at home by yourself. “I’m sorry,”He whispered again, like someone else was gonna hear him. His hand slipped up from your shoulder to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, just like you did to him in the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t accept your gift then.”
You swallowed, you didn’t want to talk about it. You went five years without bringing it up, why was he bringing it up. “It’s okay.” You whispered back, then tried to untangle yourself from his limbs. You had to get out of here.
Bakugo didn’t let you go, as you tried to get him to release one of his hands he grabbed you with his other, and his legs around your waist, then flipped you over so you were trapped between the bed and him. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply. He missed your scent, he missed you. And he didn’t want you to move on with another omega because of a mistake he made when he was seventeen. He wanted your pups, your mark, a bond. He never seen you take any interest in a omega that wasn’t him. Being here — in your apartment, surround by the scent he missed so much — was overwhelming. Had you ever brought anyone else here?
“It’s not okay.” He said, pining your hands to your side so you couldn’t lift him off of you. “I was miserable without you, you didn’t look at me for months, you asked fucking Deku to scent your shirts for you.”
“You didn’t want to be with me.”
“I’ll always want you.” Your faces were too close, you could feel his breath with every word. “I should’ve realized it then.” Bakugou kissed you, in a sweet and loving manner, it was slow and coordinated. It wasn’t aggressive and forceful like you always thought his kisses would be like. You tasted to alcohol on his tongue and suddenly remember just how much Bakugo had to drink tonight.
“You need to sleep, your gonna have a hangover in the morning.” You mumbled against his lips.
“Not if you don’t stay with me.”
“Just for tonight.”
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A/N: I’ll edit and proofread this later, I had a sudden burst of energy to write.
Edited and proofread 7/6/22
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doumadono · 4 months
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Hiii! How are you?? I don't know if this an emergency but... Can you do any bnha character (I have preference in Kaminari and Sero, but can be anyone you choice) where reader had an s3xu4l 4ss4ult after one party with they males best friends? Who I thought was my best friends end up 4bus1ng me when I was drunk and high, I barely remember what happened after the 4bus3 started.
You can ignore if you don't feel comfortable doing it, thank you for your time 💕
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A/N: hiya, Nonnie, I'm doing pretty fine lately. I hope that as of now, you're doing a little better, my dear. I'm truly sorry to hear that you went through such a traumatic experience. It's important to acknowledge that you are not alone, and there are people who care about your well-being. If you're comfortable, consider reaching out to someone you trust, be it a friend, family member, or a mental health professional. Your feelings are valid, and taking steps towards healing is a brave and empowering choice
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Kaminari notices that something is off with you, and his usual, cheerful demeanor turns serious. "Hey, you seem a bit off. Everything okay?"
You, hesitant at first, finally admit, "I… I don't know, Denki. Something happened after one party we attended, and I don't know how to deal with it…"
He approaches you with genuine concern, asking if everything is okay, not pressuring you to share but making it clear he's there for you. "You can tell me anything, okay?"
Eventually, you open up to Kaminari about the sexual assault you experienced, and he listens attentively without judgment. Tearfully, you recount the incident, and Kaminari's expression shifts from shock to empathy. "Oh God, sparks, I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
Kaminari is incredibly supportive, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder or a gentle hug, letting you know he's there whenever you need him.
He encourages you to take your time to heal, assuring you that there's no rush, and your well-being is the top priority. "Take your time. I'm here to listen and help, and we'll figure this out together."
Kaminari makes it clear that you're welcome to share as much or as little as you're comfortable with. "Your feelings are valid, and I'm here to support you through all of it," he says, acknowledging the emotional weight of your words.
He suggests spending time together doing activities that you enjoy, helping to create a sense of normalcy and safety.
Kaminari gently suggests seeking professional help, understanding that it's a sensitive topic but emphasizing the importance of your mental health. "I've heard that talking to a professional can really help. I'll be here for you every step of the way."
He offers to accompany you to appointments or assist in finding resources if you decide to pursue anything. "We can look into options together if you want. Your well-being is what matters most," he adds, reassuringly.
While Kaminari remains a supportive presence, he doesn't shy away from expressing his anger at the situation, making it clear that what happened was not okay. "What happened was not okay. Not fucking okay! You deserve to feel safe, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you do, sparks."
Kaminari consistently checks in on you, not as an obligation but because he genuinely cares. He wants to ensure you feel supported throughout your healing process.
Understanding that trust might be a delicate issue, Kaminari reassures you that he's committed to earning and maintaining your trust at your own pace.
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Bonus!
When Kaminari is not with you, the weight of your pain becomes almost unbearable for him. Alone in his room, Kaminari often finds himself succumbing to waves of grief, alternating between tears and bursts of anger. The helplessness of not being able to protect you eats at him, and he struggles to contain his overwhelming emotions.
To Kaminari, you are more than a significant other; you're his source of brightness, his spark. The thought of someone dimming that light, causing you pain, strikes him to the core.
The emotional turmoil reaches a boiling point, leading to moments where Kaminari angrily punches his pillow or the wall. The frustration at being unable to turn back time and protect you fuels these outbursts.
Kaminari, unable to contain his emotions any longer, reaches a breaking point. The anger and frustration of not being able to protect you gnaw at him, pushing him to seek solace in someone he knows understands intensity — Katsuki Bakugo.
Kaminari, with a heavy heart, briefly shares the situation with Bakugo, the details too painful to express fully. "I can't take it anymore, man. I need to do something about it. I need your help. They hurt her, man. I wasn't there, and I can't let it slide. It's eating me alive."
Bakugo, though gruff, recognizes the gravity of the situation and doesn't dismiss Kaminari's emotions. "We need Kirishima and Sero. Get 'em here."
Bakugo's explosive anger surfaces, as the four sit together, thinking of a plan. "Anyone who thinks they can get away with hurting our friends is dead fucking wrong. We're gonna show 'em to not mess with us, for fuck's sake."
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Just some idea for quirk drawbacks
-Denki Kaminari's actual drawbacks are painful aftershocks that can leave scars on his bodies, so he sets his limit way lower to protect himself and not worry his friends, and when he accidentally goes over that set limit, he pretends to go dumb mode
-When Shinsou uses his quirk too much, he can't think straight, and has difficulty doing basic tasks
-Kiri's skin is overly sensitive after overuse
-Bakugou has a slight tremor in his hands, and he's slowly going deaf
-Mirio has a hard time staying solid
-Tamaki can't eat anthing if he overuses his quirk. He just throws it all up
-Overuse for Tokoyami causes Dark Shadow to influence his emotions, making even the smallest things infuriating 
-Mina does get burned sometimes by her acid, but when overused, she has difficulties controlling her ability to emit it, or how acidic it is
-Todoroki has issues with making himself comfortable. His body can't stay one consistent temperature, and never the same temp in more than one place
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katsukidynam1ght · 2 years
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Kaminari deals with the aftermath of what happened in Chapter 1. Shinsou is a marvelous distraction from his spiraling thoughts, but what happens when Kaminari is by himself again?
chapter 2 is here! as before, feedback, constructive criticism, and requests for content are all welcomed and appreciated :)
@kamiiin @agenderlessmatter @mooingandmooning
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Jock vs. Nerd
part two
Had this little thought in my head...in a quirkless!college!AU...where you're a pretty girl, a popular one too...also, you're a very dominant young lady...and where you fell for the friendless, geeky, shy nerd...Izuku Midoriya...and leaving the jock, the most popular...the hottest guy in school...Katsuki Bakugo...heartbroken.
Thoughts on this? I have.
Warnings: ANGST, Bakugo: one sided-love, Deku: What? A hottie wants to date me?!, You: Come here, cute nerd! <3, Bakugo is a himbo, you're smart and pretty, Izuku's shyyyyyyy
Just to be clear: English is not my first language, so please bear with me :)
[your name will be Yena here. :)]
Have fun reading:
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"I'm telling you, she likes you!", Denki nudges his jock friend Bakugo, who only swats the blonde's hand away from his shoulder. The Bakusquad was known for being good on the field in football and so being pretty popular already, but scoring even more points with the chicks because of their good looks, and with Mina Ashido being the cheer captain, one of the most popular girls in U.A. High and also one of your best friends.
And you.
Oh, please.
Don't get him started.
Should he start on how he met you? How he fell for you when you yelled back at him which made him flinch? How he couldn't get that cute frown and sweet pouty lips -which he never could stop daydreaming about kissing- of yours out of his head? How he thought that you were a literal angel when you treated his wounds? How softly you spoke to him, not yelling at him for losing their big game because of him?
Or how you'd always help him and the team out in their finals because wow; A hot and intelligent human being taking their time explaining them the subjects with a sweet voice and soft smile? Where Denki milks out every single advice and reassurance he can get form you, blushing like crazy with a stupid and smug grin directed to his teammates (where these signal him that they would kill him as soon as the study session with you was over) when you pat his head comfortingly?
Where Sero openly subtly flirts with you and you think he's only joking and flirt back, only to have him gulping while looking to the side with a shy grin but bright red face? Where Kirishima looks at you like you hung the stars because you explained him the difference between Mitosis ans meiosis in baby steps until he got it, and he gives you a dopey, lovesick grin with heart eyes. And he'd gasp softly when you'd call him a "good boy!" for explaining the difference after you've explained it to him ten times patiently (Everyone glared at the himbo with murderous intent).
Or where Shinso and Monoma asked you out multiple times in a row with you having to check your calender -a sweet, old fashioned-themed little book with a real feather and ink to write on- turning the pages a concerning amount of times with your delicate fingers (which makes the guys wish it'd be wrapped around something of theirs instead of that little book of yours) giving them a sad pout before telling the whole football team that you're not available until the next four months, which leaves the two least shy guys groaning in despair out loud and the rest looking to the side with a frown and some even cursing under their breath.
Sure, he was jealous that his teammates were ogling at you and blushing when you praised them since they were all crushin' on you, leaving him fuming in his seat, but oh, look how the table fucking turns and lands back on its legs like nothing happened when he finally has your attention. And even when he tries to listen- he really does! -he can't help but admire you.
You, who is so fucking hot and smart Bakugo's actually surprised that he hasn't popped a boner yet.
You, his childhood friend of nearly ten years, starting from pre school and onward, who he never thougth he had a chance with you until he got your attention in these little lessons you gave them, where your focus seemed to be on him and him only, where he started to sweat like crazy, especially his hands and his heart beating rapidly, his pen already slipping out of his hand, and when it does, you catch it with a fond smile before giving it back to him. However, you lay one of your soft hands on one of his caloused and scarred ones and you sigh and he thinks that you're going to ask him out on a date, to marry him, to confess your feelings to him in public-... when all you say is: "I know all this stress is taking a big toll on you, Katsuki. How about we study for fifteen minutes and do a little break, hm?"
And he can't help but nod, because suddenly, He feels a big stone in his throat, he feels like crying, scratching his eyeballs, hitting his head against a wall, because why would such a perfect little girl want to go out with a dumb himbo like him?
He knew that he was more the annoying best friend to you, because he always bullied you for being smaller than him, but no shit because he was literally a six foot something giant. He couldn't even attract you with his handsomeness, nor his rippling muscles and flexing body when it was too hot out in the summer and when he subtly tried to steal a glance at you, wanting to know if you were checking him out like all your girl friends did around you, he only found you giggling at something on your phone.
Yeah, Bakugo put on his shirt after that with a hurting heart, leaving your surrounding friends whining like greedy little bitches and running towards him.
...
Bakugo sighed. It was a nice dream Denki told him. Because Bakugo knew how much of a big, fat crush you've had on Deku. But what made him become your crush?
Deku's always invested in his books.
Deku's never seen without his baggy pants and oversized hoodies.
Deku's never talked to a girl except Uraraka or his mom.
Deku's never had a friend (except Bakugo himself) over at his house.
Deku's always muttering and scribbling away in his notebook or phone, where he's playing a nerdy fantasy game in the medieval times and sometimes whispers a silent, cringey: "Thou shalt be killed with that goblin-sized brain of yours...!", before you can hear a faint growling and slicing sound coming from his phone.
Deku, who never seems to actually take care of his hair, which is always in all places, too curly, or always in his face where he combs his fingers through his hair to actually see what he's doing.
And then you come into the game.
Whenever Deku does any of his little- to you very cute -antics of his, you sigh dreamily while looking at him while he writes away the english assignment he had trouble working on and you were more than ready to help him, leaving Bakugo gagging and growling quietly, staring daggers into your and Deku's head.
Or when he was over at your place, and he tried talking to you but you were too engrossed in something your phone showed you, he got fed up and snatched your phone quickly, Deku's name flashing as the chatting contact and then, he is being shoved down the ground from little ol' you, who is on top of him. Big, buff and strong Bakugo being overpowered by little sweet you, his big nose flaring up after he caught a wiff of your sweet scent and bakugo can already feel his dick twitching from where your heat was resting, but you quickly took your phone back and went into your room. However, you didn't close the door after you told him to get the fuck out of your apartment with an embarrassed red face. bakugo groaned and stared up at the ceiling, heart and dick throbbing in pain.
That's when he knew that you were crushing on his childhood friend.
...
One day, as you were chatting away happily with your friends, you spotted Izuku and called him over. The thing was, it would've been okay if you were with two or three of your friends, and if you guys were chilling in front of the classroom, or on campus. But no.
It was in the fucking cafeteria where you, Yena Hideyo, called a guy over to you. A cafeteria, where you were surrounded by your dozens of friends, all eating and munching, also surrounded by even more people and the cafeteria was extremely full today. Still, you beckoned him closer and suddenly, he felt all eyes on him.
I mean, it was the first time that the most popular girl in U.A. called a guy from the same age over to sit next to her and have lunch with her, except the freshmen, where the girls and boys all blushed from your milf motherly care and were asked about how school was and how you, their senior, would do everything in your might to help them. (U.A. ended up being the highest scoring school in Japan, thanks to a little help of yours) Also, they'd all blush from the close proximity you and them were in, because they could smell your scent, your glowing, sexy figure, where your thick thighs threatened to spill from your mini skirt, or how you had a too small shirt with a much too big cleavage on, where your large tits were spilling out a bit, or how your sweet tummy rolls were so cute -visible from the stomach-free top you wore sometimes- that they had to restrain themselves from pinchining them, or how nice your hair always looked, and with perfect makeup.
That's how Izuku felt, like a freshman, when he finally sat down next to you after he took an eternity with everybody's glare on him.(it actually took him less than ten seconds to speedwalk from his previous spot to yours but who cares) he could feel your unintentionally strong gaze on him and he allowed himself to feel important for once. I-if you were looking at him like that, then it was hard not to think that he wasn't special in at least some way. Izuku could smell your sweet vanilla perfume, but didn't dare to look into your beautiful face, let alone away from his hands in his lap, because if he even caught sight of your nice thighs, he'd be a goner, choke on his spit or thin air and die. He could even hear the thoughts his peers where having. How come Yena calls over such a loser? How come he gets her attention? What's so special about him? He's a nerd!
But you don't seem to care in the slightest, just happy that your favourite nerd (and crush) has taken your plea to sit down next to you. "How are you Mido? English hard? Do you need tutoring lessons?", you started speaking already after he took a bite to let him think about his answer, your friends looking at this little interaction with offended and confused faces. Why was he eating while you were speaking to him? Can't he chew a little faster to finally answer you?
And after he was done finishing his first bite, he began to ramble, but only for you and the person sitting next to him to cromprehend. "W-well, I actually do have a little trouble with English, but I think I'll manage, I don't want you to take more than you can handle- I mean, y-you- of course, you can handle things! You're- you're Yena Hideyo after all! I just d-didn't want to bother you with my problems, since you're already preparing the decorations and routine for prom and the big game is starting to come closer too and I just don't-"
"Breathe, Izuku.", you said gently, holding one of his hands which he was fumbling around when he tried to explain himself. You led it towards the table and smiled at him. Of course, he'd blush like crazy and nod before breathing. Unfortunately, the person sitting next to him was no other than Katsuki Bakugo, who'd of course laugh at him for not being able to speak coherently let alone look you in the eyes. Also, Bakugo wanted to embarrass Izuku in front of you as much as possible, so that you'd finally stop pining after that nerd and start catching feelings for him. That resulted in Izuku pale-ing/paling(?) and eating his sandwich until it was no more, all the while he had to endure this bullying side of Bakugo, which somehow still, never dissapeared.
"Ahahahahha- haaaa...you're one funny guy, nerd. Always muttering shit and not even being able to talk to Yena-" "Kats, that's enough. Drop. It.", your stern voice echoed in the big cantine, leaving everybody in shock.
They knew that you were Katsuki Bakugo's best friend and rumours spread around like crazy whenever students saw you and Bakugo interact with each other, playing with the thought of you and the jock being a couple and all. What they didn't know, for example, was that you, their little sweet sunshine of U.A., who'd always aid with a soft smile and calm voice, could hold such malice in her voice and glare at her friend of ten years with such hatred.
It left the eating ones stop chewing, the talking ones stop gossiping, the loud ones become quiet and Bakugo look at you with a shocked-I'd even dare say betrayed expression on his face. Even Izuku looked up from his sandwich to look to his right, where Kacchan was looking at you, then to you, who was giving him an annoyed look. The school bell signalled that the lunch had ended, much to everyone's dismay, and they all walked out with food in their hands.
You packed your things, but not before whispering something in Izuku's ear before you went away with your people, all the while not sparing the blonde football player a sliver of your attention. Izuku quickly stood up and ran as fast as he could, because 1. He talked to his crush-resulting in his heart beating rapidly against his chest, and 2. His crush stood up to Bakugo, with the whole school seeing them bicker wich was rather embarrassing to Bakugo...yeah, he'd kill him for that. And since Izuku didn't feel the need to die at the moment, especially after you've seductively whispered in his ear to meet you at 6 pm sharp, he ran up to the library to hide in the labyrinth of bookshelves, because Bakugo wasn't really known for his knowledge in this area, but he could still catch up to Deku.
However, since Deku knew this world of books like the back of his scarred hand, he easily dissappeared between the endless seeming shelves with his scrawny, thin body, leaving Katsuki lost and irritated. After a while, after Izuku was long gone, Bakugo found the exit and puked into a nearby dustbin because he couldn't stand the chance of seeing so many books, even though their backs were facing him. It scared him that there was an endless variety of pictureless books, where it wasn't like in comics and he also never understood actors and actresses in movies who always said that a movie would play while they were reading a book. so much for being a himbo.
...
"There you are!", you exclaimed happily, also glad that Izuku didn't leave you waiting any second longer. He even rang the bell to your apartment one minute earlier, which was probably because his watch was set one minute earlier so that he wouldn't come late to meetings and school and bla bla bla-
"U-uhm, yeah! You look pretty!", he said loudly, and you giggled. Taking his hand, you lead him to the living room, where all sorts of english books and literature were piled on top of each other. In total, there were only ten books, but they were thick.
Izuku was left dumbfounded. He thought that maybe, just maybe, you...well...uh, well!
"Are you hungry? I made us some pizza.", you said after he sat down and looked at the pile of books. He only nodded, a little dissapointed at the fact that he didn't get dicked down by you(...yet).
As he smiled up at you with a nod after he put on his sweet round glasses -with you internally dying of his cuteness- you made your way over to the oven of your apartment because you were already a big girl and could look after your own money which led you to invest in stocks and become rich but that's for another story (?👀?).
As you were taking out the pizza to examine the quality of the crust and middle part, being satisfied at how nice the cheese had melted, Izuku came inside and noticed you in an apron. To him, you were looking like his sweet little housewife, ready to be taken care of at the counter where he'd first eat you out and then the pizza-
Aaaaaaaaannnnd there went his dignity with his cock straining against his jogging pants. Well, shit.
"Hey Mido, need somethin'?", your sweet voice asked him and he felt his heart squeeze because you were just so perfect to him and he couldn't believe that he was alone in your home with you. "I-I jist, uh, I mean, I j-just wanted a glass of water-", and he pointed towards the sink behind you, "C-can I?"
This left you gasping and you smacked your head. "Silly me! Where are my host-manners!? I have other beverages as well! Orange juice? cherry juice? All Might smoothie? Apple-" "A-ALL MIGHT!", The nerd interrupted you and you couldn't help but burst out in laughter in his cute little antics and fanboying towards his idol the ingeneering master, Yagi Toshinori-Also known as all might.
"Okay sweetie!", you cheered before going to the fridge and giving him a fresh All Might smoothie. (it was literally a protein shake.) He loved that you didn't tease him for loving what he did, and he felt very precious in your presence. you never ushered him to something he never or didn't want to do.
Izuku took the smoothie with a precious grin and thanked you before going over to the english books and reading through them. So that's how you were always on top of the classroom...you must have been studying like crazy. And these books were amazing! He instantly understood what he did wrong when reading through the explanations.
The smell of perfectly baked pizza caught his attention and you put the sliced food in the middle of the table. You looked at him holding one of your books. "Understanding?" "Yeah, Thanks."
You smiled. "That's good to hear."
You were on your laptop, looking through some of your investments and writing emails like a professional and Izuku blushed. What were you not actually? You were smart, helpful, nice, sweet, calm, a good advisor for young and old, and you were pretty. And here you were too, helping him out by lending him some of your books to read and learn, and not expecting anything in return.
Even though he was thankful, he was greedy. Especially when somebody as extraordinary as you offered him an endless amount of help. He wanted more of your attention, more of your sweet words, and...your touch. Your hands and lips on him. The ony thing was, were you feeling the same? Probably not.
I mean, look at him, he's a nerd! Nerds don't get pretty girls like you. He could already imagine your phone going off any moment with Kacchan calling you, to ask if you'd be free today and then you'd excitedly say-
It seemed like he was staring at you too long, because after a while, you looked at him before stopping to write in your laptop. "All okay?"
Midoriya gulped nervously. Well, here goes nothing...!
"I...Uh-well, Uhm. There-there was s-something I'd like to tell you. B-but promise that you, well, that you won't laugh- or look at me with a disgusted face, or well, not a good reaction! I-just, I...I like you. Like, really, I really, really like you. I always have! From the moment I saw you for the first time where you helped a freshman reach their class and I couldn't take my eyes off of you, because you were just so pretty- which you are still now!-, and because suddenly, many people were talking to you and you had answers for every question they had.
Or the time where you were helping a teacher with finding their exams and when they found it, they were sooooo happy. Or just...all those other times, where you were just ....there!..... for everybody.
And it made me think...what about you? I want to help you. I like you, and I want you to get something in return for all those nice things you do everyday for everyone. So...what would you like to do?"
You looked at him for a moment of pure shock, not expecting him to know about your little dilemma, or even confess to you. Sure, you loved helping people, but you didn't like owing them stuff, or them having to do something for you. So...hearing your crush confessing his feelings for you and wanting to help you too, that made you swoon.
You hugged his arm and sighed. "...can we stay like that?"
Izuku gulped, feeling your soft chest, and small arms hug his toned arm, your knees on his thigh. "S-sure...!" But he still didn't get a reaction from you for his feelings. "Uh, would you like to go out sometime?"
You hugged him tighter. "Let's do that another time, love. I just wanna be close to you right now." And that made the boy happy.
"I'm surprised that you could see through my act though.", you said after a while, tracing some of his veins and scars which made the boy errupt in soft shivers. "D-don't wanna be creepy...but I can always see you...and I only see you helping people. Never anybody helping you."
You kissed his cheek by his little speech and he made happy noises. However, you didn't stop. you started connecting your lips to the arm you were hugging and pulled up his sleeve further and further until Izuku had to take it off. He was in a short sleeved grey shirt, oversized, and his thin arms were shaking with anticipation. Each time you kissed one of his freckles or scars, he felt more and more nervous. Sure, it felt nice and he cherished the moment, because it was very intimate to him. But still, he had his worries. He knew that you'd become a romantic maniac with your partner, but he never thought that he might become yours. Or were you just messing with him? Teasing him like the girls in middleschool did?
"Uhm, Yena-" "Hm? Wanna stop?", you asked, immediately backing away and about to let got of his hands when he grabbed them tightly. Strong shaking of the head. Your hands played with his hands and he felt his anxiety and bad thoughts drift away. "Wanna do something else?" Another shaking no of the head. "'want you to k-...kiss me...more...please?", he pleaded, looking up shyly to you with his thick long eyelashes. God, his eyes were so fucking pretty...!
This time, you let go of one of his nice but shaking hands and gently grabbed his cheek. "...Like...this?", you whispered against his mouth with hooded eyes and he whimpered, already leaning in with closing eyes. And when you brought your lips against his, he felt amazing. Every cell was partying as he grinned stupidly against your lips and intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand holding your hand which was on his cheek. your thumb caressed his cheekbone and Izuku sighed into the kiss in pure bliss. How many nights had the nerd been dreaming about kissing his popular crush? How many times did he want to hold your hand and just have you close to him? He couldn't remember and didn't want to either, when he had the real you right next to him, and taking his first kiss.
After a while, you parted and looked him into the eyes before smiling giddily and burying your head in his scrawny chest to giggle like a highschool girl. He was happy. If you were giggling like that and still holding his hand- this time more tightly- then it had to be that you were in love with him as he was with you. he hugged your frame, but something caught his eye; Bakugo.
The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.
he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain."
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September Sun
Bakugou x reader / Kaminari x reader
cw: everyone is aged up into their 20s! f!reader, pro-hero!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, swearing, cheating, friends with benefits, angst, oral(f!recieving), dacryphilia, tipsy sex, shower sex, cigarette and alcohol consumption, mentions of undisclosed harassment (I think that’s all)
Bakugou can’t sleep without you, but you’re Kaminari’s girlfriend. You have to stop hooking up because his feelings for you are suffocating, and so is your guilt. basically very self indulgent nonsense!
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Bakugou listened as you apologised to some of the other citizens in the background, overwhelmed by the woman confronting him about the damage using his quirk had caused.
You knew how to handle people, knew how to be gracious, patient and kind — on the other hand, he was more skilled at fighting, protecting. Maintaining a hero image required more than strength, of which he had an abundance of, and that came to light more when someone took it upon themselves to complain to him directly about how he did his job.
Couldn’t they thank him and leave him alone?
How did you speak so eloquently when he lost all words to answer their questions?
He bit his tongue; the agency had given him enough earfuls about not yelling at citizens unnecessarily.
“I can’t afford repairs every time a so-called hero like you passes through and smashes everything in his wake.” She squeezed the shoulders of her twin children huddling against her legs as she chewed him out.
“Yeah,” he said, listening to your voice in the distance. “I’m sorry about your house, alright? It couldn’t be helped, but some other heroes are gonna fix sh—” he glanced down at her kids, grinding his teeth as he glanced back at her, barely managing to hold his language together “—stuff up.”
Bakugou failed to have the patience for the aftermath. His quirk was always praised for what it could do, a powerful tool, but he’d grown to understand how to be careful of using it. It hurt, it broke, it propelled him high into the hero charts. What it didn’t do was heal, fix, or hide under the radar. He wasn’t blessed with ever being invisible like you could be. It took you hard training to make your quirk work for you, as strong as it had become, partly thanks to his tough encouragement.
When he’d done all the apologising he could stomach, bowed and did what he could for them before he left the scene, the villains safely bundled into the back of a cop car, Bakugou took a walk down to the lake for a breather, wondering where you’d disappeared to; he had turned to search for you in the crowd, but you’d vanished.
Bakugou thought you may have lingered, not gone entirely, and wondered if you, also, needed a breather of the lake air after the fight that afternoon. It had been a hard day for you both, as always, physically enduring, emotionally draining. It was rare to get a day where things went smoothly when you were throwing yourselves into the front line.
You’d seen the Pro Heroes before you as they fell, All Might himself, the greats that had been revered and idolised for so long. Now you’d taken their place in the eyes of the public, the next generation looking up to you, the villains rivalling you. It wasn’t like being a student anymore; Mr. Aizawa wasn’t there now you were the Heroes.
By the lake, he found you crouched, face in your hands, hiding as you cried by the water.
“Oi,” he called over, gruff and soft. It had become his contradiction, to sound rough to cover gentler intentions. You picked up on the subtle change of his tones and read him easily. It should have made him uncomfortable to be so seen.
It didn’t.
You remained wordless as you got up and wrapped yourself in his open arms.
It had been a hard fight. Your body must have felt sore from overusing your quirk. He hated seeing you like this, but he knew you could handle it. You did every time before, and it would be a lie to say it didn’t get easier the more you were exposed to.
“One more night.” He mumbled the words like a promise into your hair, unheard by you, but it was his vow to himself, to the both of you. It was like that each time. A promise of one more night only. There was always one more to be had, just one.
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Your mood had lightened by the time you left the agency together. Bakugou passed his cigarette over, and you blew out a lungful of smoke before passing it back. He wedged it between his lips, turning to wrap his arms around you, hands slowly sliding to hold your waist and head dipping low towards your face. From the outside, the way he held you could look romantic.
His hot breath was intoxicating, laced with smoke, pupils blown out with lust and ringed with shadow.
“Coming in for a nightcap?”
“Last I checked, I was the nightcap.”
He smirked. “When was the last time you put my ass to sleep?”
“Judging by how tired you look, it was too long ago.” Your fingers reached up to trace his cheekbones, staring into the crimson irises that darkened under his hooded lids.
“Yeah? What’s been keeping you away?”
One of your own hands touched his chest, gentle but firm, afraid to touch him but the action spoke loud enough to stop him from kissing you, noting your downcast eyes that lingered on the few unfastened buttons of his shirt, exposing the skin of his collarbones underneath.
“Kaminari?” He said, questioning your uncertainty, but already knowing where your mind laid.
You nodded, legs tingling and numb, glad Bakugou had his hands on your waist, holding you upright and against him. It wasn’t that you’d fall, you just liked the reassurance of his arms.
“Doing this… it’s wrong.”
Bakugou leaned his forehead against your own. You took the cigarette from his teeth, a trail of smoke in its wake.
“I’m not trying to steal you from him, y’know.”
“I know, but that doesn’t change what this is, what we’re doing. He might never know, but I always will. I’ll know that smile that trusts me even when I stick the knife in his back, when I lie to him to come see you instead… doing all these things I should be doing with him.”
“You fuck him, too.”
“Of course, you know that. I love him. I’m sure he’d be more concerned if I never slept with him in all the time we’ve been together.”
Bakugou frowned, face creasing when his eyebrows pinched together.
You took another drag of his cigarette, following him inside his apartment as he unlocked the door, feet taking you to the glass doors of his balcony and slipping outside into the cool night air nipping at the skin of your arms, staring out at the city view at night. It gleamed silver, speckled with lights below. It was just like him; harsh lines growing softer at night, the moonlight casting a melancholy glow that didn’t sharpen the edges of his roughness the same way the sun did.
You leaned your arms against the railing, cold metal sending goosebumps trailing all across your body.
“Repeat our rules,” he said gruffly, coming up beside you, his back against the railing. You gave the cigarette back with the burn still fresh in your throat from the last drag.
“Rule one: no feelings involved. Rule two: we don’t do anything the other isn’t comfortable with.”
“Rule three?” he prompted, impatient and blowing his own smoke into your face.
“Rule three: it ends when either of us wants to stop.”
His fierce red eyes stared deep into you, searching deeper, you were sure of it. Bakugou wasn’t a man of many words; even when he yelled, he was usually making more sound than sense. That didn’t mean he was stupid, though. He read you like a book, more emotionally intelligent than he let on.
Everyone knew he was booksmart, but he picked up on your subtleties, sometimes before you did, and acted accordingly. Softer when he saw more fragility and uncertainty, guilt chewing at the edges of frayed nerves and, apparently, swirling in your irises.
Bakugou liked being able to read you, it meant he didn’t have to wait for hints or decipher a code. Nothing was really hidden between either of you. His shoulders were yours to lean on, and vice versa, a bond emerging from your friendship at UA.
You’d struggled to keep up as everyone developed their quirks, your insecurities holding you back, and ever since he’d helped you with that useless, skirt-chasing pervert of an upperclassman, you’d become closer.
At first it seemed like he was leaving you to deal with it alone, telling you to confront him head on and tell the upperclassman to leave you alone, but a quick glance back over your shoulder (he’d told you to look straight ahead and not look back) showed he was behind you, making sure the message was sent: you weren’t going to put up with his shit, and Bakugou was going to make sure of that.
Afterwards, he’d made it his mission to make you stronger, and all his yelling at you brought you out of your shell around him until you mastered your quirk to the next level. Instead of only being able to activate it when someone needed you, when you were past being silenced by your fears — you’d become one of the strongest 1A graduates thanks to him.
With how much history you shared with him, it was only natural you became close friends and worked at the same agency, becoming partners with him as he rose to higher ranks, you following tightly behind.
He knew sometimes you just needed to hear his voice to know there was still a person opposite you on these nights, not some stoic man just staring silently, judging, watching, making your skin crawl. For as much as you’d gotten to know each other, physically and emotionally, sometimes you’d still be afraid of his gaze, remembering he was a man in front of you, in many ways stronger and bigger than you, and he knew your weaknesses. It was frightening, but you knew his own in return, and you needed reminding you weren’t that afraid teenager he first met anymore, and he wasn’t just some man. It was Bakugou; you had more control with him than you realised some nights.
“Say we’re done, and we’re done.”
He knew not to push. His words were his promise, whispered in oath, but his throat closed as he waited for you to say it while hoping that you wouldn’t. His fingers dug into your waist, snatching into the belt loops, the fabric of your jeans grounding him. He needed you. Kneaded your bare skin under his hands, held his breath, pleading for you to say that you could do this — one more night, one more night, one more night.
One more night, again this time.
Once in a while, it came back to this. Your discomfort with intimacy. The concern for the innocent party, Kaminari.
Denki had a dirty mind, but he was wholesome for you. He was loyal to a fault, wagging his metaphorical tail every time you returned home to him, a golden retriever waiting at the door. Your loving boyfriend.
Bakugou didn’t know how to let go. He said you were free, but his heart begged you to stay.
It wasn’t just about the sex; it was a breath of fresh air after a day of chasing villains, a therapy for his concerns. You became a stress ball of a human that he knew he needed to treat right or you’d not come back, friends or not, partners or not. He couldn’t have this relationship with just anyone. He couldn’t be vulnerable whenever, wherever he wanted. He had no way to just trust when there was a city clouded with villains wanting to bring him down.
Anybody could be the bad guy, but when it was just you in his apartment, he was the bad guy, pulling you away from Kaminari, hogging you selfishly.
He didn’t want you in normal ways. He didn’t want to date, to have journalist speculation on your relationship, to have a public weakness for villains to chase. But what did it matter? You were Kaminari’s — you were already a potential target, already a pro-hero of your own that they wanted to take down.
Keeping you at arms length wouldn’t save you, but it would save you from loving him.
Bakugou convinced himself you couldn’t love him as easily as you could love Kaminari. That’s why you weren’t his already. Anyone could sleep with another person, but there was a certain extra something that came with love you couldn’t find in a packet of condoms or at the bottom of a whisky glass.
You couldn’t deal with his workaholic overtime hours, right? Couldn’t stand the lack of tact or any form of romantic bone in his body, his explosive and temperamental nature that either had him awake all night watching the news, wired from fights, failures, and regrets — or crashing as soon as he walked in the door, dinner an afterthought for sometime later into the night.
He wasn’t routine outside of work, didn’t have smiles and spoils for you to bask in. Kaminari could be all of those things. Kaminari was your comfort, but you were Bakugou’s comfort. He relished the nights you darkened his door because it was those nights that everything was charged in him. He’d be awake, semi-functioning in a way that feigned normalcy. His skin would feel like it buzzed with electricity when he touched your body, and occasionally he’d catch himself wondering, for days after, if he’d only imagined it. Was it connection, desire, or leftover charge from Kaminari? It wasn’t a sudden static charge shocking him, but a tingle, like the blood was returning to his hands, his legs, his feet, his jaw. It was fuzzy.
He wanted you so badly it ached, but he couldn’t say that. Not when you loved Kaminari, tortured yourself over how you were hurting him in secret.
Your hands fisted in the rolled up material of his shirt sleeves on his biceps. “What should I do?”
He hissed in a breath, cold air sharply pressing against the sides of his body. He had a million answers to that question.
His grip coiled around you, a snake staking hold on his prey, pulling you a hair's breadth closer to his chest, warmth swirling in his lower belly at the smell of your shampoo.
Not enough, never enough.
You could be skin to skin, every part of your body touching his, but it would never be enough.
Stay.
It wasn’t in him to say it that way. Too soft. Too vulnerable. If he said it aloud, he’d crumble.
“You’re already here now,” he offered, selfishly hoping you’d throw concern out the window right now to help him with a growing problem in his boxers. Maybe if he got on his knees for you, he could help you forget those worries for a few hours.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
Yes it does. You came to see me. That always means something. It means something when I see you.
He shrugged. “I’m not telling you what to do. You decide what we do. That’s the rules.”
“This isn’t about rules, Katsuki. It’s about morals.”
His heart thudded; you shouldn’t say his name like that. It should be illegal, the things it did to him. His teeth clenched as he dropped the cigarette into the ashtray and ground out the end until it stopped burning.
“Then?” His voice became coarse, throat dry.
“It’s about decency. How can we call ourselves heroes when we’re doing something like this? I’m a cheater. I didn’t think I’d ever…”
“Me neither.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t have anyone. Didn’t think I ever would. But I have you, and I didn’t think I could let anyone close like this.”
“What’s your point? Are you in love with me or something?”
No.
Maybe.
“The point is, we are capable of doing more than what we plan to do. We prove that as heroes everyday.”
“Kaminari looks at me like a saint, doesn’t even know I’m putting his heart through a meat grinder.” You swore softly, but he was distracted by your soft lips getting caught in your teeth, features pinching as your eyes glared into the space between the both of you. A small space that held enough room for whatever your mind was picturing, a space too big for Bakugou to like.
“Don’t complicate this.” Harden your resolve. Harden, like Kirishima, he told himself. “Don’t break things off with Kaminari because you feel bad. You love him, right? Then go to him.”
Don’t leave yet. Please, for the love of God, stay.
“You don’t mean that.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure I fuckin’ do. I’m horny, not heartless. I’m not a fucking animal.”
“Yes you are. You’re hard-headed, greedy, and you haven’t let me go this whole time.”
“Neither have you,” he said, bringing your attention back to the white-knuckle hold you kept on his sleeves.
“Katsuki,” you whined.
“Say my name like that again, and I won’t be able to let you go.”
It was your heart’s turn to skip a beat, tummy flipping. “Then don’t. I know you don’t want to.”
“Maybe I don’t. But at least I know what I want.” His hungry gaze was drunk on you, dark and lustful. Perhaps a little desperate.
“Then take it already.”
“What about you crying over your loverboy? It would be rude to just ignore your feelings.”
You smiled, humor flitting across your face as your gaze turned sultry and teasing. “I remember you liking it when I cry.”
“Not like this, fuck.” He dropped his head back against his shoulders, staring at the stars. For once looking at something that wasn’t you. “Figure out what you want first, because if this isn’t gonna make you feel good tomorrow then it’s not worth it.”
Do you want me, or not?
He was surprisingly strong and wise at a moment like this. He was proud of himself for being decent — he had it in him sometimes, even when his lust was making him throb, desperate for your taste. Damnit, he needed you so badly.
“One more night,” you said, wiping under your eyes with a delicate swipe of a finger.
He froze. Those were his words, weren’t they? But he didn’t say them out loud.
“I’ll think about it after that, but I can only give you one more night right now.”
“Then I’ll take all I can get tonight,” he swore, kissing you with fervor.
Bakugou disappeared inside, only momentarily, to pour you a drink, your favourite, then had you back on the balcony, elbows holding you up against the railing as he kissed his way up your neck as you drank.
When you folded into him, it was a firework waiting to be set alight. The fuse burned down until it exploded, his hands on your face, your neck, in your hair, tongue licking into your mouth to steal the taste of your whiskey and coke. You finished the last of it just before his lips crashed against yours, and it was a sweet bitterness that he couldn’t get enough of. But the more he kissed you, the more it faded until it was just smoke and saliva being passed on your shared breaths.
“Gonna make your head empty,” he rasped.
“It already is, Katsuki.”
“More empty. No overthinkin’ shit.”
“Tell that to yourself.”
“I don’t think when you’re here.” His teeth sucked your bottom lip in, groaning as he rubbed the front of his body up against yours, tantalised by the friction.
“What about when I’m not here?”
“Fuck when you’re gone.”
You reached up to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him down to an open-mouthed kiss. “How about you fuck me while I’m in front of you?”
Bakugou rolled a hum in his throat, pinning you against the railing with thick arms, corded muscle flexing. “Mmm. Gonna disappear after midnight, princess?”
“I might.”
He took your phone from your back pocket, switching it off. “No excuse to leave until I’m finished with you, now.”
His smirk messed with your head, intoxicated you more than the alcohol. How could it not, when those teeth gleamed in the lowlight for a moment before biting at your neck, lips curled against the column of your throat and moving lower as he undressed you, bit by bit, moulding your body as you keened, malleable under the heat of his palms.
The thoughts pooled out of your ears, liquified as you let the moment consume you both. Hands tangled in hair, legs intertwined, bodies creating friction enough to start a fire, not a burning destruction, but a flame to a candle wick, flickering and melting the wax of your steadfast fear to exist in this world because, in his apartment, in his bed, the world was confined to just Katsuki and the pleasure he provided until, later, on his mattress, exhausted from his touch and the post-sex haze, you could collapse into his chest again and cry.
Still sitting atop him, riding him with circular motions, it escaped without barriers, an extension of the night’s activities. Vulnerability, just in another form.
“Katsuki—”
Tears glimmered in your eyes, a watery kind of pretty. It made him harder inside of you, thrusting up and hitting that sensitive spot, making you clench tight around his girth.
“Yeah? You’re close?”
“Mm—yes.”
When your legs went weak, shaky on either side of his waist, he took hold of the thickness of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, lifting you up to give him room to follow you up, thrusting into you sharp and short, his pace quick to make you cum with how close you both were, in touching distance to the edge of pleasure.
Sometimes, in the afterglow of orgasm, you told him what was on your mind, mostly just blubbering, laying it all on him to hold, other times it was merely a silent lapse in the mask you wore.
You whined in his hold, clutching to him as you shivered on the comedown.
“Katsuki,” you sniffled, face hidden against his chest.
“I’ve gotcha.”
Bakugou shushed your weeping, fingers brushing over your messy hair, chin resting on top of your head as you shuddered, choked, racking with sobs but still moving, clit rubbing against him and gushing.
He never knew where it came from — your heart, or your head — but he did know that it was natural for you. Exhaustion led to tears, and he never minded being the safe space for you to express everything held back. His shoulders were strong enough, so why not take on some of your burdens, too? He could hold up your world, take the weight of it, if only just for a moment.
-
Bakugou stepped out onto the balcony as the sun warmed the early morning sky, hues of pink and orange fading as blue crept up on them. You followed him, as you did on those lazy mornings after if you hadn’t fallen asleep in his warm sheets, the smell of him lingering all over your skin, in your hair and nostrils.
When you trailed behind him, tucked under his arm after you’d stolen one of his t-shirts, him in a pair of joggers hanging low on his hips, nothing was spoken as you stood in solidarity, watching the world wake up. The street came to life, chugging into motion, buses huffing to a stop, cars honking miles below. It was yours to vacantly view, distanced. You found it beautiful.
He liked it more with you there to hold.
By 7am, you were showering, washing each other’s backs with wandering hands. The steam billowed around the room, skin clammy, lips connecting over and over. It wasn’t night anymore, but still you huddled closer and kissed under the droplets of hot water beating down on your face, his shoulders.
One thing led to another until your fingers were lightly scratching his scalp, drawing groans from his throat as he latched onto your clit. Still sensitive from the night before, you were quick to respond to his touches, fingers prodding and circling around your entrance teasingly as he licked your slit, eyes focused on your little expressions.
You hissed as his nose nudged into your folds.
“H-how do you have this much energy in the — ahh — the mornings?”
He didn’t answer with anything more than a chuckle, the vibrations making butterflies implode inside you. His tongue felt like it was chasing the fluttering sensation as he buried it inside, tasting your slick.
His thumb prodding at the apex, rubbing circles onto your clit to make you cum on his tongue was your undoing, your legs shaking, and you tugged on his hair to keep your grip as he fisted his cock.
“Tasting you is good motivation,” he shrugged, standing and leaning over to kiss you, slotting his tongue into your mouth to let you taste yourself, cock poking at the soft wetness of your thighs. “I’m gonna dry off.”
“Don’t you want a hand?” You motioned to his own unresolved arousal, more than willing to return the favour.
“Need a little frustration to get through the day.”
“You masochist.”
He chuckled, stepping out of the shower, winking. “Careful on those legs in here alone, Bambi.”
“Shut up.” Smiling at his back, you rolled your eyes. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
You watched his outline through the shower curtain as you rinsed off any leftover suds, biting your lip at the effortless sex appeal he managed to carry around with him when doing something as simple as rubbing a towel over his hair.
Once he left the bathroom, he waited for you, sat with his legs slotted through the railing and hanging in suspended air on the balcony.
You came out behind him silently while he was lost in thought, the only one to sneak up on him. His little mouse who didn’t need to tiptoe to reach his back before he noticed you there because this was the time he could truly let his guard down.
You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, the smell of his bodywash fresh on you. He liked when you showered at his place.
“Good morning, daddy.”
“Don’t call me that. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
You burst into a fountain of giggles, retracting your arms to sit beside him, matching his position with legs hanging and swinging in the free space below.
“I should go soon,” you hummed.
“What about breakfast?”
“Let’s go out somewhere. I saw your kitchen. You need to buy groceries.”
“What do you want? I’ll get it.”
“We could go to a café?”
No, he thought, that would be too much like a date. You had a boyfriend for those sorts of things.
“Coffee is first on the list. What else?”
“Anything you get is fine. Cake?”
“For breakfast? How do you stay in shape with a shit diet like that?” He glared, red eyes narrowed.
Blink, and a stranger would miss the way that meant he cared. His feelings peeked out momentarily, vanishing before you could double take.
“I like cake.” Your eyes glinted with amusement and unspoken innuendo that he chose to ignore.
“Watch it, or I’m getting you a protein shake.”
“You’re such a spoil sport, Katsuki.” You pouted. “I’m a girl. Emotionally, I need cake.”
“Whatever, idiot.”
-
Bakugou left you in the warm glow of the sunrise, reminding you of the outgoing summer, a final, mild heatwave on the cusp of reaching the city, simmering comfortably before autumn came.
Bakugou took a slow walk down the street to his local vendor for breakfast, and by the time he returned, ingredients left splayed on the countertop, the fresh smell of cinnamon and sugar filling the small space, he found you passed out on the centre of his bed, his duvet cuddled between your arms, a little drool drying on your cheek.
The balcony door remained open, allowing a soft breeze to sweep over the exposed skin of your legs and stomach. His oversized shirt had risen a few inches above your waistline, your cute tummy he loved on display.
He slid the door closed, shutting it with a slight click.
Bakugou liked seeing you there. A part of the furniture. He’d quite like to see you there every morning, peaceful, a permanent fixture in his life. More than just his hero partner because you worked well together, more than a friend with benefits when you both needed a release — a break from your shared inferiority complex — when Kaminari was out of town, when sleep was evasive.
You were in each other’s pockets, weaved close like wicker. Best friends, equals, matching one another on the field.
This closeness had to remain a secret, or it could be detrimental to your work life, not just your relationship with the media’s speculation upon potential rifts between you and Kaminari — as was the danger of being a public love icon, the public felt entitled to your private affairs. Your break-ups, your new romantic pursuits, your reasonings. Everything private then used as sheer entertainment, dehumanising and destructive to your career.
Bakugou felt secluded by his own thoughts.
It can’t just be that.
You shared a bond that went deeper than physical touch, deeper than combined experiences. Shared first times, confessions of insecurities, promises that you’d always be there for one another.
Kaminari may have been the charmer that you were in love with, playing his flute, a sweet tune to keep luring you back, the man you saw a future with, but what Bakugou offered couldn’t be denied either. He didn’t doubt his own merits.
The three of you as friends had been bound for that same amount of time, met that same day, yet Kaminari was who you chose.
But your socks are on Bakugou’s bedroom floor this morning.
It was complicated, a cursed thing. Kaminari won because he could ask the hard questions, put his shame on the line, wasn’t afraid of rejection. He could open his heart to admit his love for you where Bakugou struggled with saying the right words. Instead, he tried to let his actions speak. He showed up, time and time again, when you needed him. When you locked up in your bones, when you couldn’t find the confidence to lean on Kaminari.
He left the hot cinnamon rolls on the desk beside you to wake up to, cooked eggs just the way you liked them, put your coffee in that mug you said just made it taste better, took it all to you in bed like he was your husband.
If only you were versed in reading between his lines.
Bakugou softly sank into the mattress, knuckles brushing back the hairs on your face as he watched your tired eyes flutter up to his, already awake but not long before he joined you.
“Hey,” he said, voice gruff. “Finally awake?”
“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep.” You moved up against the pillow, hair messy and tangled. He fought the urge to tame it more with his fingers and kiss that drunk-looking smile off your face when you noticed the white bag from that bakery. Your favourite. “You got cake?”
“I got cake.”
You winked. “Yeah, you do.”
“Tch.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, instead handing you the breakfast he’d made. “You can thank me later.”
“Thank you, Katsuki. You didn’t have to do this for me.”
“You’re my guest, ain’t ya?”
“I’m a little more than that,” you laughed, blinking slowly, eyes lingering shut for a count longer than normal. “But thank you. You’re the nicest, when you want to be.”
“Yeah, whatever, ‘m always nice.”
You ate in comfortable silence, the clinking of your forks the only sound until the satisfying crinkle of the paper bag was broken into, your hum of approval next to break the reverie as you bit into the dough, collapsing like heaven’s cloud on your taste buds.
“So good,” you managed to mumble with a mouthful of sugar satiating your senses. “I can die happy now.”
There you went again, saying stupid things to make his head swim. His chest tightened, but he didn’t hate the feeling of that certain breathless and restlessness.
“Excuse me for being the third wheel.”
“Oh, you got jokes now.”
He sank lower against the edge of his pillow, into his own happiness with everything he wanted encapsulated in his bed. The woman he loved, the warmth of the sun, the faded sounds of the world outside leaving him behind in this bubble.
The only thing that could ruin his happiness was when you had to go, leaving him with only strands of your hair stuck to his shower walls and the scent of that strawberry and floral perfume that left sandalwood undertones on his pillow for countless nights after you’d gone. A mild comfort for his insomniac tendencies, but nothing like the real thing cocooned in the safety of his arms, pressed into the hot skin of his chest.
“So, when’s Sparky coming back from his mission?”
You shrugged. “It’s being kept under wraps. He didn’t even get to know much before they sent him out. He’s been totally MIA.”
“Then we should go out tonight.”
“Huh? You wanna be seen with me? What happened to this being a bedroom only thing?” You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.
“We’re less likely to be noticed when it’s dark, and I’d rather go out without being harassed.”
“And when no one will see us together? Can’t have people knowing you have friends.”
“Tch. Idiot.”
You knew the deal and his reasons, and it was easier for you to not make a habit of being seen together to avoid rumours. Kaminari wouldn’t suspect anything, he trusted you, knew you were close friends, but you’d prefer not to put thoughts in his head — you felt enough guilt without public pressure or accusations putting your position with Bakugou in jeopardy.
“Besides, you shouldn’t spend too much time alone.”
“Mhm. Because I’m so lonely when you don’t generously give up your time to look after me.” You smiled sweetly then. “So, you wanna go out for drinks after patrol?”
“Dinner.” He cleared his throat. “I wanna spend more time with you where we aren’t working. Or drinking.”
“We spend a decent amount of time together, out of the costumes.”
“Or… fucking.” He adds that last one under his breath, eyes flicking to the opposite wall. He’s not shy about what you do together, but saying it so bluntly feels vulgar and tasteless. Not how he wants to talk about how you spend solitary evenings together. “I don’t always just wanna see you in my bed, y’know?”
“Oh?” You planted your palm on your chest, over your heart, in mock surprise. “Big, bad, King Explosion Murder wants to spend meaningful time with me? That’s a first,” you teased.
“No it ain’t.”
“Maybe I can find a space in my schedule if there isn’t any major villain activity.” A smirk stretched across your features. “Is that a fair deal?”
“Obviously. Ain’t gonna insist you ditch saving somebody just to eat with me. You better keep your priorities straight, dumbass.”
“Can’t I consider it a priority to make it to a date with King Explo—”
“It’s not a date, dumbass. Jus’ don’t wanna get food alone. Besides, I know y’ain’t eating good enough when—”
“It’s okay, Kat. You don’t need an excuse, y’know. No need to explain yourself. I’ll be there, we can go straight from the agency together. I’ll even let you pick the place.”
“As if I’d let you pick anyway!”
-
By the time you were dressed and remembered to turn your phone back on, you were bombarded with several excited texts from Kaminari.
Denks: I’m coming home babe!
Denks: Can’t wait to see you!
Denks: We should go on a date! To celebrate!
Denks: Or should we just stay in? ;) jk… unless…?
Denks: Babe!!
Denks: Baby, are you still sleeping?
Denks: Okay, I’ve gotta head out. Have a beautiful day, my sunshine!
You were halfway to the agency when you’d read through them, stopped mid-stride, half excited, half nauseous, stressfully checking when he’d sent the last message, trying to work out whether he’d be home late tonight or early tomorrow.
You couldn’t tell, but you had a swirling feeling in your gut that he’d meant today.
“Oi. Hurry it up, we’re gonna be late.” Bakugou barely spared a glance over his shoulder, keeping his pace up, so you ran to catch up to his side.
“Sorry, Denki got his phone back. He texted me this morning.”
“Thought he couldn’t contact you until the mission was over?”
“It is. He’s coming home.”
You hurried to fill the gap that had stretched between you and Bakugou, waiting for you at the lights to cross the road.
After a pause of silence, he nodded. “That’s good. Was wonderin’ what was taking that idiot so long.”
“Can we get a rain check on dinner?”
“Yeah, whatever. Jus’ don’t slack today because you’re too eager to go home ‘n see dunce face.”
You couldn’t see his soured expression, trailing behind him with quick steps to keep up with his pace. He didn’t want you to see, masking his disappointment. He didn’t have the right to be upset, acting as if Kaminari was stealing you away when you were his first, and Bakugou’s second.
Being loyal to Kaminari came first, always. It had to. That had to be your priority, had to be his, too. He couldn’t interfere with the relationship of two of his best friends because he wanted more your time. Because he wanted to be selfish.
But damn if he didn’t want to say to hell with it and just take what he wanted for once.
“You should come out with us,” you suggested, not noticing the tension building between his shoulder blades. “It’s been a while since we’ve all got together for drinks. Us, Denki, Kirishima, Mina, Sero…”
Bakugou grit his teeth, tuning out. You shouldn’t have been allowed to say ‘us’ like that, it made him think — shit, he couldn’t even acknowledge those thoughts. If he started down that road, he’d find it too hard to turn back.
“Hah? Dumb woman — what makes you think he wants to see me, or any of the rest of us? He wants to see you.”
“But, Katsuki,” you whined, pouting. “Denki loves you guys, and I know he would have missed you a lot, too.”
“That’s not the same.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” His gruff voice sounded rougher as he strained, throat tight and fists clenched at his sides. “Missing a woman is just different like that.”
“I know, but we’ll have all night for it to just be me and him. Any night of the week. It’s not everyday that we can all get together as friends and have fun. It’s always work, work, work.”
He rolled his eyes. 
“If you didn’t wanna work so hard, you shouldn’t have become a hero. Look — it doesn’t matter. Jus’, I dunno, be with him tonight. That’s what he’s gonna want. To see you.” He sighed, adding in a whisper, “Anyone would want that, dumbass.”
-
Finally getting home from patrol was a relief. Your body was sore, feet begging you to sit down, and your quirk was as tired as your muscles.
As soon as your shoes were off at the door, you made a beeline for the sofa and collapsed, forgetting about your boyfriend’s supposed return, unintentionally ignoring him.
Denki’s face leaning over the back of the sofa, bottom lip sticking out in a pout, came into your vision, and you jumped.
“Denki! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Aw, I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. But where’s my welcome home kiss? I missed you this morning.”
“Sorry for forgetting you were gonna be here, Denks. My mind is flatlined from today. You know how hard Bakugou pushes us.” You pushed up on your elbows to press an apology kiss to his lips.
“I know a way you can make it up to me.” One of his eyebrows raised up as he smirked. “If you’re not too tired.”
“Denks…” you sighed softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Not tonight.”
“You’re gonna make me celebrate the end of a mission with just my friends? Even Bakugou is gonna be there, and he never wants to show up when we invite him!” He scoffed teasingly. “He’s always, ‘I’m gonna be Number One! No damn villain is gonna beat me! I don’t have time to mess around, I have work to do and I can’t miss my bedtime!’”
His laugh floated in the air, humor brightening your day. The sound of his happiness eased the weight on your chest after a long day in the same way it felt to be at home; it was safe, and warm, and comfortable.
Only, it could never ease the ache in your heart. Not when you knew you didn’t deserve him, like he didn’t deserve you. Someone like Denki was owed more than a liar, a cheater, a backstabber.
“What convinced him to come?”
“Man, I have no idea! He suggested it, which is even more shocking!” His fingers buzzed when he prodded your side with a cheeky grin.
“He did?”
You thought back to that morning, how you’d suggested you all treat Denki to a little get-together, how Bakugou had outright refused. You couldn’t fathom what would have changed his mind.
He’d been strange all morning, in fact. Asking you to dinner, treating you to breakfast, laying in bed with you until damn near the last second before you were late — something particularly forbidden in the Bakugou rulebook. That wasn’t like him. Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise, and all that crap. He lived by it, had been since before you met him, even if recently he didn’t get what he needed to back up that saying.
You’d known him to have trouble sleeping, but he never let the exhaustion show. He wasn’t one to pity himself into clinging onto extra time in bed or slacking, almost as if he was sure overworking himself and keeping his normal routine would pay off next time he fell into bed.
It never seemed to work. He’d always call you again, confide in you when laying against your chest, your eyes falling more and more closed and blurry with every slow blink.
You didn’t sleep until his voice went real quiet, when you couldn’t make out what he was saying anymore, raspy and slurred with sleep. It was only then that you lost the ability to stay awake listening to him, sure he’d be following you into the land of dreams, too. He’d tell you about every restless night, counting the hours until the next day started, how life was becoming a blur of light hours and dark hours, of work and small physical breaks, and if it wasn’t for the fear of burnout, he’d probably keep working through the night.
His only reprieve was that he’d eat, lay down, and hope that the next night would be easier, that his shoulders wouldn’t ache as much tomorrow, that he could stop listening to his head voice.
“Uh-huh. Everyone’s on board.” Denki grinned. “We totally can’t miss being treated by Bakugou. It’s definitely his turn to buy drinks for all the rounds he flaked out on in the past.”
“You wanna get drunk? With Bakugou?”
“Eh. I don’t really think he’ll get drunk. He’ll probably use the excuse of looking after his body to become Number One for not having more than a couple beers, but wouldn’t it be funny to see him chill out for once?”
You frowned — you’d seen him drunk before, and that wasn’t exactly under the best circumstances. He wasn’t the happiest drunk out there.
“Bakugou just has his… own way to relax, I guess.”
“Does he ever relax? He’s always so focused on surpassing everyone and being the best hero. I’m pretty sure he’s a workaholic.”
“He does. I see him at the agency, he has his moments.”
“I guess you get to see a lot of sides to Bakugou when you’re working with him, right?”
“He’s still the same old Bakugou, but I don’t think he can hide when you’re working together like we do. We have let each other know we’re okay. I check up on him, and he checks up on me. That’s how it works.”
“That’s cute, Sparks.” The flash of his smile spoke volumes to how genuineness, a constant in your relationship. “I’m actually kinda glad you guys get to be at the same agency. I trust Bakugou to make sure you’re alright out there and have your back. It makes it easier for me to know I’ll have you to come home to, no matter how long we spend apart. And for Bakugou, too! I know you have been friends for a long time, and it’s nice that even when he’s being a jerk he has you to look past that. Not everyone could have that sort of patience.” He laughs, carding a hand through his hair. “You really are amazing, you know?”
Denki didn’t say things he didn’t mean often, but there was a streak of seriousness that didn’t often shine through him. He was the ray of light in your life that made the darkness that much more bearable, the sun to your moon telling you the night didn’t last forever. He made you happier than ever to be with — then why did you lean so heavily on Bakugou when your lovely boyfriend was right beside you?
Your best friend and your lover, but those two things were blurring, and you were starting to miss the obvious line that separated them.
Bakugou was a physical love, a sturdy shoulder that helped to hold you up, that you matched, both in the bedroom and on the field.
Kaminari was laughter bubbling from the depths of your chest, butterflies and the wind in your hair, a breath of fresh air and freedom. Starkly different and yet just as precious to you as the other.
You couldn’t imagine your life without either of them.
“Stop,” you blushed, timid under his gaze.
“Never. You’re more than amazing, honestly.” Denki slipped his hand into yours. “So, what are you gonna wear?”
You shrugged, thinking of what would be best, and decided that you’d put on something nice. You were tired, yes, but Denki had to be tired too considering the laborious mission he’d been on and the long journey home. If he had the energy and willpower to go out tonight, then you could make the effort too.
-
The weight of Bakugou’s stare was getting suffocating, burdened with silence. He didn’t say anything, but you knew him well enough to know that there was something on his mind.
You eyed him across the table, nursing his third drink of the night, and was starting to worry. He was the type of person to order one drink and nurse it for the rest of the evening, so for him to be finishing drinks — and ordering more drinks to follow — was concerning.
You didn’t have much of an opportunity to talk to him, though. Conversation was shooting back and forth, cocooning your table within the sound of loud, familiar voices, volume rising the more the alcohol flowed and everyone eased into the atmosphere, making it impossible to have a quiet with word with him from the opposite end of the table, Bakugou sheltered into the corner, tight-lipped and staring in your direction.
Maybe he wasn’t even looking at you. There was a tipsy glaze in his eyes, so it was more than possible he was lost in the moment, listening to your idiotic friends get drunk and staring into space vacantly.
You frowned, not convinced by your own attempts to reason his blank look away. Rationality told you his head was a mess inside.
“Sparks, this is our song!” Denki turned to you suddenly, excited, gleaming with liquid joy — definitely tipsy — and you were starting to think you were the only sober one left at the table, your beer left barely touched and warming in your palm. “Come on, we have to dance!”
He pulled you from your seat, leading you from the table and into the throng of the people already dancing, tugging you closer to his body and settling his hands at your waist.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, enjoying his cologne. It had been a while since you’d had him so close that the smell was this fresh. It had been replaced with Bakugou’s scent, Bakugou’s touch — Bakugou, replacing everything Denki gave you, including those signature, electric butterflies of his that made your heart skip a beat.
“Missed you, Denks,” you whispered into his neck.
Even the feel of his skin was different to Bakugou.
“I missed you too, Sparky. So much, you wouldn’t believe it. I kept wishing I could tell you about my day and listen to you talk about yours, and cuddle you at night. Those beds were cold without you keeping me warm.” He nuzzled into your neck, hair tickling his cheek, and giggled softly. “Thought I was gonna forget your voice or something.”
Your fingers played with the ends of his hair curling against the nape of his neck, enjoying the sway of being in his arms and the feeling of your hearts beating in sync.
“I won't ever forget you. Not even when I’m old and grey.”
“I think it’s impossible to forget you,” he said. “I think crazy stupid things when I miss you that much.”
You closed your eyes and hummed, the lyrics of your song reminding you of the night you first started dating. The moment it all became real and official, sitting on his skateboard outside of the corner store, soda at your feet, his hand in yours, and you kissed him for the first time.
“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, but… I like you. I know you said you don’t want to get close to any guys for a while after what happened, but… I’d never hurt you. I promise.”
You couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t there for you, being so sweet, so caring, so gentle. You were certain there wouldn’t be a universe paralleling this one that you didn’t fall for Denki Kaminari, the Chargebolt extraordinaire.
Both him and Bakugou had been open for you to latch onto back then, encouraging you to fight for yourself, your best friends bringing you out of your shell and reminding you that not all men were scummy. Some of them — well, some of them had the biggest hearts, kind and thoughtful and respectful.
“Love makes people crazy,” you laughed to yourself.
“Mhm. I’m loopy for you.”
You opened your eyes, unintentionally but naturally meeting the ruby irises that hadn’t left you once since you’d arrived.
“I love you, Denki.”
I love you so much — you thought — so much that it makes me hate myself for the power I have to hurt you.
-
Bakugo desperately wanted you to read his mind, to see his true intent.
I can love you as much as him. I can hold your heart just as gently.
When did he become so pathetic? He was asking himself that question on a more frequent basis. No sooner did the question leave his head was he seeing you again, then he was asking it again, again, again.
He used to be strong. His resolve was fierce and unbreakable. ‘The Great Protector’. Was that all he was, someone for others to use as a leaning post until they could stand for themselves? A shield for the weak, a pillar of strength. Well, if that was true, he was feeling like a pretty shabby pillar because, in turn, he needed you to hold him up.
How could he help anyone else if he couldn’t help himself? Couldn’t be honest with himself, or with you?
It had been amusing seeing someone as gentle and quiet as you wanting to speak up so badly back in your UA days, held back by yourself. He’d thought it pathetic. Or was it endearing all along? He couldn’t decipher those old feelings anymore, mixed up with the way he saw you now.
His pillar, the relief to his loneliness.
Your softness managed to remain intact. Bakugou was glad of it when your hands held his face, bandaged his fists, brushed through his hair. Those light little touches to comfort, to patch him up, to remind him you were beside him; he wasn’t alone.
His heart thudded in his chest. Why did he have to fall in love too late, why did he have to wait so long that the person he needed so badly, wanted with every fiber of his being, was taken? It wasn’t fair. He’d suddenly become the dense one.
If this feeling all along was love, tearing him up into smaller pieces the further out of reach you became, his only regret was that he didn’t notice the obvious sooner.
It was no use. After a decade of restraint, the yearning to tell you everything only got louder and louder, static buzzing inside his head. There was no tucking things away into a corner and forgetting. You were never away long enough, always floating past just in time to serve as a soul-crushing reminder of what he could never have. Of what he could touch but never hold. You were simply the water spilling through his fingers.
-
Bakugou avoided the cracks in the pavement on walk to your house in the dark, a habit he’d seen you do enough times to subconsciously mimic, passing under streetlights that stood as beacons, encouraging him forward, a countdown as he approached the street you lived on.
He’d tried to sleep, but that perfume got into his head. A small dream all about you was hardly a comfort for the day he’d had, anxiety over not saving the right people, almost splitting up a mother from her child a mirror for his most personal fears. No dream could compare to the real thing, not once he’d had the real thing there to settle his nerves before.
Your house stood on the corner, a humble little place, unassuming really. The embodiment of your personality, small but sturdy, nothing outstanding yet secure. A home all the same. It was just a you kind of thing in this world.
The lights were on inside. You were awake, the same as him, at this late hour.
Bakugou peered inside, searching for your shape, but found a second person inside. Kaminari, returned from a long trip away doing his own hero work in the next town over. It was only a matter of time, but Bakugou swore he had more of it.
No wonder you had told him not to wait up for you tonight.
As Kaminari pulled you in close, hands spanning the small of your back, swaying to music Bakugou couldn’t hear no matter how he strained — he only became more deaf to the world.
He knew you were taken.
He knew you loved him.
He knew, he knew, he knew everything, but he’d kept himself from it. Ignored it. Blocked it out from his vision, his thoughts, his reality. When Bakugou was with you, you were his, a lie he told himself too often to be healthy or fair to either of you.
You looked beautiful, laughing and holding onto Kaminari’s shoulders, stepping side to side as you danced. Kaminari was either goofing off or singing, albeit badly; he was used to being teased for being tone deaf on karaoke nights on Friday nights in your final year at UA, but you didn’t care. You were full of joy, encouraging him. Had done it since the first time he sang in front of you. You didn’t laugh to degrade him, but because you liked it.
Bakugou hadn’t ever made you laugh the way Kaminari could.
Rain touched his skin, and it itched against his hot cheeks, something sore in the way it rolled down his skin, soaked into his clothes, flattened his hair against his forehead. He’d frozen in his stare, lost in the way you looked your lover in the eye, held him in a pure embrace that spoke of a bond more innocent than what he shared with you, leaving him barely a footnote in the life you’d build with Kaminari.
You both looked so… normal. Happy. It’s what he wanted, but he was stuck watching from the outside, tormenting himself by cementing the image in his memory for when he dreamed of you later, replacing it with him at your side, that being the only comfort for the loneliness this sight would bring him in the later hours of the night, when those he failed crossed his mind only to remind him he was a fragment of who he thought he was, not yet all he could be.
You were his world when you looked at him, but he was only an island for you. A reprieve. You were an Angel — Bakugou, a human soul only passing through your hands as you guided him on.
He remained on the pavement as Kaminari turned down the lights, as the music waned, as the streetlights went dark. Kaminari led you up the stairs, you yawned against his chest.
Bakugou didn’t sleep again that night.
-
Every drink that Bakugou swallowed turned his blood to alcohol. He was drunk. The type of drunk that made him unsteady on his feet. He wobbled when he stood from the table, eyes half-lidded and slurring about something nobody could make heads or tails of. It made his legs weak, but not as weak as seeing you in Kaminari’s arms, electric fingers at the small of your back, dancing with a grin as laughs tumbled from your lips. Either Kaminari was saying something funny, or he was sending electric shocks tickling up your spine.
He needed to stop staring, stop glaring at you because your boyfriend had his hands on your body. It reminded him of that night he’d been determined to tell you how he felt, instead watching you dance with Kaminari.
It hurt like another rejection, another sign he had to just walk away from you again. Another failure.
Bakugou looked downright furious, jealousy and possessiveness clouding his aura. Aside from bringing attention to something that was to stay a secret between you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He knew he had no right to feel that way, but was consumed with it all anyway and needed a distraction before the iron taste in his mouth from biting his tongue spilled from his sealed lips, letting out his frustrations on everyone.
He thought about that night, watching you wrapped under Kaminari’s arms again, dancing to your song. He wanted to have a song that meant something to the two of you, a song that would always remind you of him and vice versa. A song that you could share.
“We should take him home,” said Denki, cheek pressed to yours, as Bakugou planted his hand on the table behind him for balance.
“Ahh,” Bakugou sneered, crunching his face up. “Don’t need takin’.”
“If there’s ever a time someone could kick your ass, it’s right now.” You felt a smirk creeping up on you, but held it back, knowing it would piss him off to see your amusement.
“No extra’s kickin’ my ass again!”
“Again?” Denki grinned, sparkling with mirth. “Man, you really are drunk! When have you ever admitted defeat before?”
“Kiri, help me get Bakugou in the car?” You asked. “Denki, can you get the door?”
“Already got it, babe.” He nodded, holding the door open as Mina and Sero bid their farewells for the night, Sero taking a quick picture of Bakugou being held up to document the moment, arms over you and Kirishima.
“Come on, let’s get you home. It’s past your bedtime.”
“Ain’t gottuh bedtime.”
“Right.” You shook your head, pushing his weight to keep walking out. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothin’, ‘cept seen you dance without me.”
“You wanted to dance?” Kirishima echoed him, chuckling. “Never seen you voluntarily join in the fun before, bro.”
Bakugou looked around at him like he’d just noticed Kirishima on his other side. “Shuddup, shit hair.”
Getting him into the backseat of your car, half walked and half dragged, was the struggle achieved halfway.
“Need my help getting him into his apartment?”
“No,” you sighed, smiling back at Kirishima. “You head home. We can handle him.”
“You sure? He’s kinda heavy when he’s not pulling his own weight.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You just don’t wanna pay for a cab,” accused Denki, tone devoid of any real accusation.
You shook your head. “It’s fine, I don’t want to put you out. I got this.”
“Alright. Good luck with the big oaf.”
“I can handle him. He’ll probably knock out as soon as we get him in bed.”
“The way he looks, I’d say you’re about right. He’s out of it.” Kirishima pushed his headband higher onto his forehead, keeping his hair out of his face. “I’ve never seen him this wasted.”
“He’ll be fine. I’ll make sure he has some water and an aspirin ready for the morning. He’s gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, the worst.”
-
Kaminari kept his hand on your thigh the entire ride to Bakugou’s apartment, smiling out the window as the radio played at a low hum.
Peering back at Bakugou through the rearview mirror, he was midway to passing out, staring hazily over the console, unblinking, at Kaminari’s hand reaching over to touch your leg in complete confidence that it belonged there, that his touch was normal and welcome and for you.
His heart jerked in his chest, too out of sorts to know whether the feeling was his body rejecting the onslaught of toxins in his system or the sickening knowledge that he’d never be the one in the seat next to you.
You and Denki struggled to get him into his apartment. After shimmying through the small hallways to get into the cramped elevator, onto his floor where Denki dug into Bakugou’s right pocket of his jeans for his keys, you finally got him into bed.
You sighed and, hands on hips, stretched your back out.
“He’s heavier than he looks.” Kaminari leaned back against the door frame of the bedroom, taking a breath.
You nodded, reaching for his covers as Bakugou sleepily tried to undo the button of his jeans, sweat prickling the back of your neck.
“Help me wi’ these, will ya?”
Kaminari snickered. “Stuck in those skinnies, bud?”
“Shuddup. Not sleepin’ in ‘em.”
Bakugou’s voice was deeper in this state. It made your hands tingle, the way you wanted to reach for him, the way your body reacted, remembering that this was his post-pleasure voice too, his morning voice and his late night secrets voice. It made you feel things you really shouldn’t feel. Not for your best friend. Not for a friend with a no-strings-attached deal.
“I’ll help him out. Get him some water?”
“Okay, Sparks.” Kaminari agreed easily. “Make it quick? I wanna take you somewhere.”
“Now?” You checked the time on Bakugou’s alarm clock, head immediately turning to where you knew it was. “It’s almost 2am.”
Only after you’d made the movement did your stomach drop, hoping Denki didn’t question how you knew where the clock was like second nature.
“So? If Bakugou can cut a late night, we can make a little pit stop on the way home.” He sidled up, hand finding yours. “I don’t want the night to end yet.”
“Okay.” You turned to meet Denki’s nose, nudging your jaw for him to kiss you. His feather-light peck paired with a reactionary grunt from Bakugou. “Only quickly. We’ve got patrol in the morning.”
With an agreeable Denki disappeared into the kitchen, you moved to help Bakugou tug off his jeans, his legs like lead weights that he attempted to lift for you, then threw the comforter over him, ready to turn back to Denki you could hear rummaging around in the bathroom looking for some kind of aspirin to leave with the water, but Bakugou grabbed your wrist.
“Wan’ you t’stay.”
“Bakugou—”
“Katsuki.”
Your face bloomed hot at his correction, palms slick with sweat that you wiped onto your pants once you’d pried yourself out of his loose hold.
“I’ll see you at the agency tomorrow.” You pushed the hair away from his forehead. “Sleep.”
“Mmm. Can’t.”
“Your eyes are closed. You’ll be asleep before you know it.”
“Not when you go.”
“You’re drunk, Kat.”
“Tch. Still mean it. No last time about it.”
“Huh?”
“Here,” Denki cheered, rattling the Advil as he returned, his arm finding its place around your waist as he set it down on the bedside table. “Should we turn his alarm off?”
“It can be his reminder to drink some water when he snoozes it.”
“How cruel of you, Sparks. This is what, his first hangover? You’re gonna have his ears ringing with the headache he’ll have in the morning.”
“Exactly why he should drink some water and learn his lesson.”
But you knew better than that. It wasn’t his first hangover; he knew what he was doing, old enough to know the amount he drank would have it’s consequences. If he didn’t like it, he should have made better choices. Goodness knows he had the self control for it.
As you turned out the hallway light and closed the door behind you, you just couldn’t shake the little voice in your head that was still in his bedroom, wondering what had caused this side of Bakugou to show itself.
No last time about it.
You couldn’t figure out what was going on with him.
-
Denki produced his skateboard from the trunk of your car, setting it on the sidewalk and testing it with a roll back and forth under his shoe.
“I almost forgot how close to UA Bakugou lives.”
“Oh yeah? I think it’s nice. We have a lot of good memories from around here.”
“It’s kinda sentimental of him.” He smirked, gesturing to his skateboard as an offering, holding his hand out to you. “Want another go of me teaching you how to ride?”
“After how often I used to fall off back in the day? No way.”
“Aw, not afraid of falling, are ya?”
The teasing lilt in his voice gave way to a laugh, and a teenage giddiness bubbled up, constricting around your heart. He’d grown more handsome since back then, but remained youthful, still true to himself and cute-faced, still the same Denki Kaminari that you’d been inexplicably drawn to since the day you first saw him in class.
“Just a bit,” you mused, feeling yourself go soft as the breeze ruffled through his hair, a pang of nostalgia overtaking you.
His teeth glinted white under the streetlights. “I’ll be right here to catch you, y’know.”
“I know.”
You stepped onto the board, squeezing his hands as he guided you along, giggling like a pair of kids as you talked about everything you’d missed since he’d been away — how his mission had been, how routine was busy and Bakugou was a hard case when it came to finishing up paperwork. How working those extra hours with him helped to fend off too much loneliness from missing Denki.
It wasn’t a mistake that you forgot to mention how those overtime hours crept late into the night, outside of the office, leaving out the details of Bakugou’s tired eyes looking towards you like you had all the answers, his arms barricading you from the overwhelming thoughts of the world you fought to not get consumed by.
You were his blanket, comforting his self-doubt; he was your life jacket, keeping you from drowning.
You thought highly of him as your best friend, teetering on the edge of encompassing your admiration for your electric boyfriend; what could you do for him? Did he need you the way Bakugou made you feel needed?
The selfish part of you was scared to reach away from him. Despite the way Bakugou cared for you, he didn’t want to cross an emotional line. You were friends with benefits, that’s all you were supposed to be. All you ever were. All you ever could be.
“Here we are!” Denki made a show of throwing his arms out, showing you the glory of the cheap corner store you frequented back in your student days. “Y’know, I’m not the smartest guy, but I do remember that it’s the anniversary of our first kiss. And we had it right here.”
“I remember. You were all shy, and I held your hand, and then you asked…”
“If I could be your boyfriend,” he finished. “We had sodas and we sat on my skateboard. This skateboard.”
Well, that explained that.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sparky.”
You slid your arms around his lean waist, chin resting against his chest as you looked up at him, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cold lips.
“Wait here for me while I get us something to drink.” He dropped another kiss onto your lips, your nose, your forehead, then recoiled into the fluorescence of the store with a jingle at the door.
You perched on his board, waiting and wondering if Bakugou would really make it into work tomorrow.
You ought to slap yourself for thinking of him when Denki was right there with you, it was just impossible to get him off the brain. It was wrong, but you couldn’t help it.
Was it really okay — he was still your friend before everything, right?
You jumped when the cold touch of the two refrigerated drinks pressed against either cheek.
“That’s cold!”
“Sorry, Sparks.” He pouted. “You looked like you were stressed.”
“I was just thinking.”
“Something serious?” He handed you a can of coffee, sliding his butt into the remaining space on the board, hip knocking against yours. “Did something happen?”
You frowned, looking down at the can in your hands. The fizz of it opening was a satisfying contrast to the sound of traffic and cicadas all around.
“Nothing particular. You know it tires me out when I have to use my quirk.”
“A big fight?”
“Not too bad, we handled it. Maybe I rushed a bit to get done so I could see you.” You shrugged, internalising the way you wanted to cringe at using ‘we’ so thoughtlessly for you and Bakugou. Or were you overthinking it?
Every little thing you did seemed to be wrong these days.
“And I’m always such a crybaby about it.”
“You cry just as much as you need to. You shouldn’t feel bad about it, it’s a hard job to keep going out there. Not everyone can do it.”
“I know, I— I wish I could handle it better. I always have to hide it somewhere that the paparazzi won’t see. I don’t think anybody would want me in the hero rankings if they saw me like that all the time. They’d think I was weak. I am weak. Hell, I’m sure even villain activity would drop just to pity me.”
“If that’s how you handle the pressure, what’s so wrong with that?” His hand slid into yours, fingers interlocking.
“Everyone just seems so much better at this.”
“No way! Not everyone cries, but it’s not easy for any of us to keep seeing villains, to only see the crime and the way people get hurt. Yeah, we get to see them safe when it’s over, but we don’t always get to save everyone. We all have to handle the pressure in our own ways.”
You bit down on your tongue, scolding yourself for your pity party. You couldn’t blame the alcohol for doing the talking, either.
It was stupid and selfish of you to make yourself in need of Denki’s comfort when you’d been laying in Bakugou’s all the time he was away, knowing already that your tears were fine, that even the great Dynamight was plagued through the night by what he could have done better.
You’d cried, but he’d asked you to be his distraction, to turn off his thoughts, to help him escape his insomnia.
That’s all you were. A good friend. A distraction.
It was also your own fault. You started that comfortability with him when you asked him to be your first. Despite Denki thinking it was him, and how he’d be fine with any of your embarrassment, you’d gone to Bakugou for help, just like any other time. Your stupid younger self, messing up again. You’d asked him to teach you, to give you confidence in what you were doing, and something spiralled.
“And don’t say you’re weak.” He rocked into you, a wave hitting the shore. “Bakugou asked you to be his hero partner. That’s gotta count for something.”
“Maybe I’d handle it better if I quit.”
His hand tightened its grip. “No way. You’re an amazing hero. People need you.”
Bakugou doesn’t. You don’t.
“Only when there isn’t another option.”
“Not true, baby. Feeling stuff, that’s what makes you different from the villains. Being scared, wanting to do better. It makes you the good person I know you are.”
That night, it was Denki’s arms you cried in. Without words, out came the guilt, the burdens laying heavy on your mind.
Without words, he cradled you until the tears dried and you fell asleep to his whispered reassurance that he was there for you, that he’d always be by your side.
-
Denki was suffocating on his return.
Waking up with his wandering hands, shortly followed by his mouth, on your chest, you moaned into the pillow.
“It’s not even six yet.”
“But I missed you, Sparks.” Drowsy Denki made you wet; if it wasn’t his handsy neediness, then the look in his dilated pupils and shining gold irises had you absolutely weak to his advances.
Within half an hour he’d made you cum, on your way to a second orgasm, your knee grinding into his erection as he ate you out like a man starved.
When he said he missed you, he meant it.
He didn’t stop there, not as you barely opened your eyes to complain about the building overstimulation on your exhausted body, nor for you to reach over shakily to silence your alarm when it had somehow reached 7am and he was still devouring you, adding the intrusion of his fingers dipping into your heat as he kept at it.
“I haf’ta go.”
“Mmm… not yet babe.”
“Bakugou will be pissed if I’m late.”
“But I won’t see you all day.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, sighing. “I gotta make up for lost time. And I gotta make sure my girl starts her day right.”
-
Throughout your mostly quiet patrol, Denki was insistent on texting you. It made Bakugou twitch with every buzz of your phone.
“Can you mute that damn thing?”
“Sorry!”
“What does he even want? He knows you’re workin’.”
“He’s just being nice.”
“Yeah? About what?”
Since your heart to heart, Denki perked up to make your day great, from making your legs numb as a wake up call to making you coffee and breakfast, sending you off with a dozen more kisses peppered all over your face — the last of them lingering on your lips until you had to pry yourself away before Bakugou blasted you for being late.
He wanted to assure you that you were the hero people needed. If Bakugou chose you to work with, he saw strength in you, not only as a friend who handled his dedication and temper, but because he thought highly of your capabilities. You’d risen in the hero rankings with him for a reason, not just because you were alongside Dynamight, but because you held your own. That fact couldn’t be denied. Denki wouldn’t let you dare try.
Denks: Have the best day today, or else I’m gonna pin you down for cuddles all day tomorrow! and I won’t let Bakugou have you back!!!
Your heart stuttered. If only Denki knew how that sounded — reminding you again of that secret.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Your demeanor shifted and Bakugou picked up on it, he felt it like a tingle of static in the air. “What’s with you?”
“What’s with me? What’s with you? Still grizzly from your hangover?”
He clenched his fists. “Hah? Nothin’s wrong with me.”
“Then mind your business.”
Bakugou raised an eyebrow, rounding back on you. “Hell no. If there’s something botherin’ ya, I should know if it’s gonna distract you in a fight.”
“It won’t.”
“Did somethin’ happen?”
“No.” A knowing look passed over Bakugou, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”
“Dunce face on your case about some crap I said last night?”
“Huh? No. No. You were being weird when we got you home, but he didn’t hear you… wait, do you remember what you said?”
“Not really. I remember you looking at me funny.”
“Oh.” You’d hoped he might have explained. In his silence, you kept talking, hands fiddling with your phone. “I… I lied to him again, actually. It makes me feel like shit. I think I’m gonna tell him myself before I mess up and he finds out about — well, that — in a worse way.”
“The hell? Why?”
“He should know. He doesn’t deserve me when he’s my number one supporter and I’m… this. A fucking cheater.”
“It’s not just you.”
“Yeah, but even then, it’s all the blame on me. You can try all you want, but I shouldn’t have thrown my loyalty aside. Ever. A good girlfriend would never have done anything that I’ve done.”
Bakugou scoffed, causing you to turn to glare up at him, tears gathering in your waterline.
“I’m serious, Kat.”
“Tch. I know.” His eyes slid over to you as you stood at the entrance to the underpass, the sunlight cast through his blond eyelashes making them look softer as he blinked. “Stupidest thing I ever heard you say.”
“Wouldn’t expect you to get it.”
He groaned. “I ain’t saying you don’t love him, but maybe he’s not the right person. You wouldn’t risk it if you were too scared of losing what you had with Kaminari.”
“I am scared of losing him. Don’t say shit like that. You know exactly why we’re in this situation, so don’t act like I don’t care enough about him.”
Bakugou’s lips turned down. “How would you feel if Kaminari wasn’t in the picture?”
“That would be completely different.”
“Because you’d be single?”
“Obviously, Kat.” You sighed, rubbing the ache at your temples. “It wouldn’t be cheating, it would be a hookup.”
“So, if it was just us. Then what?”
“Then I’d be stuck with you.”
“Whaddya mean, stuck?”
“Like I’d get a chance to date anyone else. You scare a lot of people off. Not that I’m looking, but I see guys avoid me when we’re together.”
Bakugou laughs then, a short bark that sounds pleased by the information. “As they should. You’re spoken for, and if you weren’t, I’d be first in line.”
You punched him in the shoulder, though he didn’t move, sturdy in his stature.
“Are you done with your pity party now?”
“No.” You started walking again, taking the lead.
“For the record,” he said, shadowing your movements, echoing as you ventured into the underpass, “I’d be fine being stuck w’ya.”
You almost didn’t catch it, and he almost didn’t voice it aloud.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothin’. Now move your ass already.”
-
“Okay, I’m done for the day.” You stood and reached up, stretching your spine out from how compressed it felt after sitting and finishing paperwork. “I’ll see you Friday, Bakugou.”
“Friday?”
“Yes. My day off, remember? And I fully intend on not even thinking about another sheet of paper to sign off until I’m back in this office.” You picked up your coat from the back of your chair and your bag. “Don’t have too much fun without me tomorrow.”
“Oi, wanna talk to you first.”
“Huh? Why?” You looked at him wide-eyed and curious.
“Close the door.”
“Bakugou, we’re literally the only ones left in the office.”
“Jus’ close it.”
You sighed, pulling the door shut and hovering in the liminal space between the wall and his desk behind which he stood.
It was quiet. The sun was setting, casting a warm hue through the slats of the blinds behind him, the last day of September dwindling, giving way to colder autumn days, his shadow falling against the bookshelf on the far wall. His face was dark, the light coming in behind him barely resting at your feet.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts, a little haywire from actually having you alone in his office after hours. Kaminari weighed on his mind as much as on yours, knowing the longer he kept you at the agency, the longer Kaminari was waiting for you to get home, and anything he said might blow your chance at happiness with him to pieces.
“Are you going to say something?” You shifted closer, stepping into the light that made your eyes glow. “Don’t go quiet on me or I’ll be forced to worry about you.”
“I… I want to call it off.”
“What?” Your fingers twitched at your side, a barely noticeable flinch that started subtle but the more your mind tried to put together his meaning, the more you trembled.
“Us,” he gruffed, voice hoarse. “We stop, and you can pretend it never happened. We’ll be friends, the way Kaminari thinks. Thought ‘bout what you said earlier, and he doesn’t deserve it. Neither do you deserve to give up on him if you want a future with the idiot.”
“Why am I sensing a ‘but’ here somewhere?”
“But, if you still plan on telling him, on giving up on him, then consider me.”
“Consider you?”
“I liked you just as much as he did back then, but he made you laugh. He was better for you, after all that shit with that jerk.”
You grimaced, thinking back at how timid you were, how you let that guy push you around. Not your proudest moment, but you’d come a long way since. Stopped taking shit, shaping yourself after Bakugou.
“You wanted Kaminari to start with, so I stepped aside.”
“Stepped as—? Bakugou…”
“It was obvious you liked him. You were gonna ask him to help you.”
You frowned, taking a step forward into the room. “But you helped me. I didn’t even need to ask.”
“Yeah, he just pissed me off, coming around like that, damned extra. People like him don’t deserve to call themselves heroes.”
“But you didn’t need to do anything.”
“Someone had to. You’re not weak, never have been, you just didn’t know how to be strong yet.”
“I owe it all to you, oh mighty King Explosion Murder. I wouldn’t be who I am now if I didn’t have you.”
“Yeah, damn right. But I saw the way you looked at Kaminari. He made you happy.”
“You made me happy too, y’know?”
His eyes widened, eyebrows disappearing under the spikes of his hair covering his forehead.
You smiled at his shock. “Denki made everyone laugh, but I appreciated you for… different reasons. You made me feel like I belonged in that class with all these amazing quirks that were stronger and more disciplined than my own. I felt so behind everyone, but you reached out to me. I admired you, so when you looked back at me, I felt seen.”
“But you… I didn’t think—”
“I liked you, too. I dunno, maybe that crush was the reason I put up with you for so long.”
You laughed, hot all over from finally confessing that schoolgirl admiration you somehow still clung to, but Bakugou looked stunned over on his side of the room.
“You weren’t the only one.”
Your giggle stopped short, breath catching. “But we’re just friends?”
“Yeah. If you want Kaminari, I won’t get in your way. For real this time. I’ll call this thing we have off.”
“Bakugou…” You shuffled in your spot, looking down at your feet unable to look him in the eye.
“I don’t wanna let him have you all to himself. I need you, too. Swear it feels like if I didn’t have you I’d self-destruct, but you gotta make the last call. Jus’ tell me if I’m gonna get to have you in my bed again, ‘cause I can’t do anymore of this one-more-night shit. I gotta have ya to myself.” Bakugou shook his head. “Shit, when’d I get so soft?”
“It’s not that easy.” It’s complicated. The sigh you pushed from your lungs was laden with reality and responsibility. “Denki has my whole heart, I love him, but there’s something missing, like… Like when I’m with you, that’s all there is.” You blinked up at Bakugou, who held a firm stare. “But it can’t be that way.”
“Then, this is the end of us?”
Rule three.
“I owe Denki more than this way I treat him, but I don’t want to let him go.”
The space between you shrank and shrivelled into nothing as you approached him, your body feeling the heat of his as you stepped close enough to almost be touching him.
“I need time to get my head straight.”
He nodded, mumbling “of course,” like that much was simple. He made it feel simple when you were in his presence, but that didn’t mean there weren’t a million loose ends left open and uncertain.
“One more night?”
“I can’t. Denki’s waiting for me.” Your eyes were as apologetic as your tone, soft and lingering like a moth to a flame.
“Don’t be late Friday,” he said, short and conceding. 
You nodded. “See you, Bakugou.”
That was where you left him, knuckles resting on his desk as he watched you go, the muted silence of the agency settling and deafeningly loud in his ears as the only thought remaining in your wake was your return to Denki’s embrace, where you’d sleep tonight.
The threads of his heart left yearning for you were strained and taut, fraying and thinning the further you went, because you were going where all his other friends in relationships were going, and you’d cut him away soon enough. Your life couldn’t always involve him as it did.
Things remained unclear. If you wanted him, why couldn’t you just be his? Bakugou sighed, unable to get the motivation to go home. His head felt heavy, his heart heavier, as he waited for you once more.
Maybe he would wait forever.
“Fuck.”
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DADA! | ONE ⏤Denki K.
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BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 3 : DENKI KAMINARI 
SUM. :  it was supposed to be more than a one night stand and a great weekend spent together; there was a connection, the time spent together was special...so why did it all just stop? 
PAIR. : Denki Kaminari x Single Mother Reader
LENGTH : 3.7k
G. : misunderstandings ; so much misunderstanding! ; unnecessary suffering on both sides ; single parent au ; single mother reader ; father kaminari ; but he doesn’t know that yet ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; angst for now ; slight fluff ; new beginnings? ; kirishima is a good friend ; kaminari is going through some stuff ; mutual longing
A/N : sorry it took so long to put this out, i really didn’t like the first several drafts of it and the plot arc needed a lot of tweaking. this is also just the start so it’s a bit short but there’s a lot to come, i promise! enjoy the read, dolls! all my love x
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New beginnings need an equally new environment so that the pristine setting can sufficiently accommodate your grave yearning for a clean slate. It’s only been a few days but there’s a particular type of comfort that comes with living in a new place. Not only that, it saves you from ever remembering the once happy and now bitter memories held in your old home. 
It’s silly, really.   
To think that you would move houses just to keep from being reminded of the magical night and weekend you spent with a certain electrifying prohero. Nevertheless, here you are, fully moved into a recently available penthouse apartment and with a noticeable bump in your tummy as you were already in your second trimester. 
You can be rightfully bitter towards the man responsible for your current lonely circumstance but knowing that you would soon have such a precious gift to centre your new life around was enough motivation for you to keep going. 
You’re capable of letting a man go but not your baby. 
Despite having a new backdrop in your everyday life, oftentimes, when you have an absent pause to think about random things occurring at that moment, you fall victim to those same sweetly haunting memories. Underlined by a warm gentleness that tries to comfort you in spite of the hollowed emptiness it carves into your chest, leaving you to ache for the missing piece that slipped through your fingers. On your lips is a small, heavy smile and brows are stitched up and furrowed tightly; it’s a perfect illustration of your consistent internal conflict. 
That weekend was such a complicated and jumbled mix of emotions and experiences. It felt as if you had lived through an entire high school romance with this man in the span of only 2 days. He had made such good love to you and didn’t stop, even outside bedroom activities. After such a deeply passionate and heated few hours, he spent equally as much time, if not more, cherishing you and worshipping your entire being, not just your body. He made you laugh so hard that, at times, you cried. And the rest of your time spent together, he made you feel so loved, your heart ached with a longing that made you question why you hadn’t met him sooner. 
Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with. 
Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with. 
God! You were so in love! So deeply in love with him.  
He wasn’t like any other guy that had tried to court you before and, even though you were now in such a miserable situation, you could never bring yourself to regret going to the charity gala or spending the following weekend with him. 
If only he didn’t break your heart so cruelly. 
Was it all an act? 
You didn’t want to believe it but what other option was there for you? The only person who could possibly ease the turmoil in your head and chest was not there to do so. 
You vividly remember the Monday morning you saw him last as you were rushing to work. It was the first time you were ever late to attend a meeting with an important and recurring client… 
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
“I’m sorry to be in such a rush like this, Denki,” you apologised, downing your coffee and regretting it the instant your tongue blistered up from its hot temperature. 
“No worries, beautiful,” he stands from his seat at the island counter, “I’ll be heading to work soon enough as well,” he pulls you in by the waist and passionately locks you in a deep kiss, one that you never wanted to pull away from.
“Here’s my number, please call me soon,” you pant from the zealous kiss, hurriedly scribbling down your digits on a sticky note and rushing off, “feel free to leave whenever and don’t worry about locking the door on your way out, the housekeeper will do it; i already messaged them! Goodbye!”
‘I love you!’ it was on the tip of your tongue but you hesitated- 
“Will do! I love you babe! Take care!” 
Smiling bitterly at the memory, you clenched your hands into tight fists beside you and dug your nails into your palm, why did he say that when he never intended to keep his word? 
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Saved from your gradually drowning mind, you rush to the door, your hand instinctively placed on your belly as you open it to reveal a woman and a little girl with cute blonde hair ribboned up into adorable twin pigtails. 
“Why hello there,” you coo softly at the adorable little girl rocking back and forth on her heels, “what brings you two here?” you smile at the two. 
“Good morning, I hope we’re not disturbing you. I’m Yua and this is Katsumi, we saw you move in last week and Katsumi here wanted to gift you something,” both you and Yua turn to the little girl as she bounces up with her arms raised at you. In her small hands, she held a prettily wrapped gift with a lace ribbon to tie it together. 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much, Katsumi, for your very kind gesture,” offering up two open palms for her to place her gift into, which she promptly did with a widened smile.
“You’re welcome! I hope you find it yummy!” At her comment, you bring the gift to your nose and take in the sweet smell of baked goods. 
“It smells divine; it must be very good!” you smile widely and giggle when Katsumi cheers happily. 
“Take good care of your place, it was mine and daddy’s old home,” 
“Oh?” you raise a brow, gently prompting her to elaborate. 
“Daddy and I moved into Mommy’s place now so we can see each other every day, hehehe~” you look up at Yua, who smiles bashfully. In your head, you can piece together their story and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. What a cute little family. 
“I’ll make sure to take good care of your old home, Katsumi, thank you for the present,” you bend down to gently pat her head, lifting your spare hand off your pregnant belly in order to do so. 
“Oh! Congratulations!” Yua voices in excitement, finally noticing your pregnancy as you straighten up and feel your cheeks get warm. 
“Th-thank you,”
“Oh? Did something special happen?”
You share a smile with Yua at Katsumi’s comment before explaining, “I’m expecting a baby and I have four more months to go,”
“Oh!” Katsumi’s pretty ruby eyes sparkle with interest and you have to suppress a giggle, “Is your baby gonna be a boy or a girl like me?”
“It would be wonderful to have a sweet little girl like you Katsumi-chan but I’m having a little boy instead,” feeling that the conversation will go for longer than you expected, you gesture for them to come in and sit in the living room. Happy to oblige, they take up room on your sofa as you go about plating the baked goodies you were gifted. Yua had promptly offered to help but you waved her off gently with a smile. Despite being 5 months along, you can still do this much. 
“Like Ren!”
“Who’s Ren?” you ask curiously, centering the plated cookies and hand out complimentary glasses of milk. Naturally, Katsumi digs in as soon as she’s given the chance to as Yua reddies a napkin to wipe at her messy cheeks. A very cute mother and daughter pair. 
“He’s my best friend! He’s super nice! You’ll like him too!” Katsumi says through a mouthful of cookies that she washes down with big gulps of her milk. 
“Then I’m sure I will like him instantly, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” you smile as Yua offers Katsumi her glass of milk as the little girl had already finished hers.
“That reminds me!” Yua claps her hands together and smiles in delight, “Akina, Ren’s mother, is also pregnant, I think you’re further along than she is but we should all get together for lunch or something,”  
“Oh? That might be nice, I have nothing better to do so making a new pregnant friend might do me some good, especially since this is my first pregnancy,” you giggle as Yua joins you. 
“That’s perfect! It’ll be Akina’s second pregnancy so I’m sure she can help you out if you need some advice. I’ll try to get everyone together soon! Can I have your number?”
“Of course!” you’re so happy for the companionship, even though your family supports you, they live far away and have their own lives to worry about. You weren’t openly judged by them but your family largely lives off the philosophy of independence, a concept you hate but are somewhat grateful for as it’s led to your success. It’s only when you finally realise how lonely you’ve become that you despise the teachings of your family. For your baby, you will live differently and with more love and affection; the first step towards that will be having a stable friendship group. Yua hands over her phone with a new contact page open, you’re quick to type in your contact details, there is a pause however as you realise you’re typing your work contact and pause to remember your personal number instead. Flushing at the embarrassing delay, you hand back Yua’s phone with haste.
“When will you be free?” Yua asks as she tucks her phone away, the two of you leaving Katsumi to devour the gift she made for you; you didn’t mind, just seeing her eat made you feel full. 
“I’d be happy to meet up tomorrow, I’ve been feeling kind of lonely,” you bashfully admit as Yua gives you a warm smile. 
“That sounds perfect! I know I’m available tomorrow and I’m pretty sure Akina is too but I’ll have to double check. Do you have a favourite dessert or common pregnancy craving? I can bake us something nice to share,” 
You ponder for a moment and shrug, “Anything sweet will do it for me,” the comment makes Yua laugh and nod in understanding. 
“I’m sure I can whip something up then,” Yua then turns to the contentedly smiling little girl beside her, who mercilessly consumed half the chunky cookies she had brought over, “Katsumi it’s time to go, cupcake,”
“Okay! Thank you for having us over and for sharing your cookies with us miss (Y/N)!” She grins brightly with crumbs all over her mouth and cheeks and you have to resist reaching forward to squish them between your fingers, mentally thanking Yua for interrupting your urges by wiping at her messy appearance once more. 
“It’s no problem, sweetie, please come over again soon, I already love having you as company,” the praise makes her nose turn up slightly as she hums in self-gratification. Katsumi had, at first, been worried that you may be like all the horrible women chasing after her father but she was glad her mom encouraged her to be a good neighbour first; you’re a really nice lady and you’re already good friends with her mom so that’s extra good points in your favour.
“And if you need anything at all, we’re right next door so please give us a shout,” Yua offers, “Katsuki says pregnancy is as tough as being a prohero and always offers to help Akina and Eijiro whenever they need him, so we happily extend the same courtesy to you,”
“Thank you so much!‘ you beam happily, incredibly grateful for their selflessness. If only your own family was this openly supportive and kind. 
With a warm goodbye and promise to meet again soon, you see your two new friends out and return to finally enjoy your first cookie. Humming is content, you sigh from bliss. Such a sweet taste. 
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“You’re really off your game, Denki, you need to sort out whatever it is that’s throwing you off. It’s becoming a danger to everyone on the field,” Kirishima comments as the two sit in opposite hospital beds with bandages covering their unnecessarily sustained injuries. 
“I-I’m sorry man…” Kaminari sighs in exasperation, seated at the edge of his bed with his hands grabbing at his blonde hair as he leans forward. The shame swirling within him force his eyes and face away from his close friend and teammate’s eyes, “I just can’t get her out of my head…how could she do that to me?” the blonde begins to ramble as his red-headed friend looks on at him in sympathy, “Give me a non-existent number? Did she not want to keep in contact after all? I’ve dated many girls trying to settle down and I thought she was the one! She’s everything I could ever want in a girl! Beautiful, kind, smart, funny, put together! She actually laughs at my silly jokes, and she has the most beautiful laugh too…” Kaminari smiles and falls back with a dreamy sigh, “She has me on a leash and I want to love her with my everything but instead she plays such a cruel joke on me,” he almost sobs at his miserable reality, “I can take rejection, I’ve had to go through so many already but this…this was too much…she knows I love her, why would she do that to me?”
“Look man…” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought and concern for one of his closest friends, “I don’t know…how can you say you love someone after just one weekend with them?”
“I just do, okay?!” Kaminari snaps, sitting up to glare at his friend, “I love her and that’s not going to change! Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I know we did things backwards but I would do anything for her. She’s not like those other girls, I can see right through them, they’re pretty but (Y/N) is beautiful. They’re sweet but (Y/N) is kind and gentle and loving and funny and charming and mean, in the best way! She makes it so easy to love her. If I could, I would give her the world…” The frustration and sadness coursing through him brings about a static to surround Kaminari’s frame, charging the surrounding metals momentarily. 
“Have you tried going to her place?”
“I did but I was too late! She was never there when I went to visit and the last time I went, the gardeners working on the estate told me she had moved out! I spent the best, most blissful two days of my life in that house and she just left it!” Kaminari feels the prickling of tears surface as he breaks down, the heartbreak suffocating him and making it unbearable to even exist. Unable to look at his friend’s broken down state much longer, Kirishima steps forward and pulls the blonde up into a standing hug. 
“Why don’t you take a break from hero work, at least? Clearly you need time to think and get yourself together, it’s better you do that away from villains who could cause you and others harm,” Kirishima advises with gentle comforting pats on his best friend’s back. 
“...m-maybe you’re right,” Kaminari sighs, the emotional exhaustion evident in his droopy eyes and slouching figure, “look man, I’m sorry for being such a bum…I know you and Akina are expecting and that’s great news I just-...I’m sorry for making this all about my shitty love life,”
“Think nothing of it, Akina’s more worried about cooking for and feeding you herself; she says you’ve lost too much weight these past couple of months and insists on cooking extra portions so that I can bring it over to you. Just get those muscles back and stop worrying about my pregnant wife, okay?…” a scary look begins to cross over Kirishima’s face as he looks down at his blonde friend and colleague, “Because we all know how bad stress is for the baby, right?” Despite Kirishima’s grinning face, Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine and nods frantically. 
“Yeah yeah! Of course, man! Sorry about that!”
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When Kaminari had work, at least he was minorly distracted before his mind wandered off to you. Now that he's on leave for ‘mental wellbeing’, as he’s submitted it, he has nothing to distract him and so his mind is always wandering off to the time you two spent together. What bliss. If heaven was a time and place on earth, it would be those two euphoric days. 
The first time he saw you, you made his heart stop beating and when you flashed him an innocent smile, the surroundings blurred around him, making you the sole focus of his stare. In that one moment, he already knew that he had to make you his and himself yours. So he approached you, nervous as could be but after the introductory ‘hello’s, conversation flowed smoothly, better than smoothly, in fact. It was as if the two of you had spent all your lives together as close friends and were catching up on things after some time spent apart. You shared laughs and got closer and closer until eventually, the two of you were leaving the venue together and spending the night and weekend at your place. 
The night of the gala didn’t end with just amorous, fiery sex, there was also a lot of affectionate aftercare, timid kisses and pillow talk that ranged from deeply meaningful chatter to musings of the most irrelevant things.
That was the most memorable weekend of Kaminari’s life. 
He never cooks for anyone, primarily because he knows that he’s horrible at it but he did his best to cook you breakfast the following morning and you didn’t berate his cooking skills at all, you just sat down and ate it with a smile on your face. Kaminari never thought you could become even more beautiful but he was wrong. Was it your quirk? A quirk that charms others and makes them submit to you? If so he’d happily be the one to fall for your charm. 
Your time together felt like you were just two normal people in love. He wasn’t a prohero with expectations and responsibilities and you weren’t… He sighs, realising, once again, that he never asked you what you did. Not that it mattered to him, the connection you two shared, the spark that became a flame and continues to burn within him even now, was what truly mattered. It was so easy to get lost in one another and forget about the rest of the world when it was just the two of you that weekend. His one regret was that, it’s now so difficult to find you himself other than the few things he does know. 
Everything hurts now but Kaminari doesn’t regret spending that weekend with you. He will never regret loving and being loved by you no matter how much it hurts him to think about it.
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Back from his mental health break, Kaminari is on patrol once again. His time spent away helped him centre himself and better handle his thoughts atop doing his hero work but he still can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never going to be easy forgetting someone who he felt destined to meet. 
Today he was patrolling a relatively calm district just to ease into the work day. The morning was quiet and peaceful, some fans politely held conversation with him and took some photos every once in a while but it mainly remained serene until a swarming crowd apprehends his attention as he nears the exit point of the park he had been walking through. The mob’s violent movement as an angry horde of bodies made a scowl form on his face, their demanding shouts for answers weren’t hard to miss nor were their flash photography. Paparazzi, the lowest of all scum.  
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