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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo X Diva!Reader Pt.2

Pt.1 here

A bit more swearing in here. Yk I might just make this into a mini series until they kiss or something.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You blinked at him, once then twice. Did he just ask you to do his hair?

The second day at Best Jeanist’s Agency came to an end. The two of you were on your way home, once again waiting for the train. Though he did not ask you very politely, he asked you to fix his hair so it goes back to its usual spiky floof. Slowly, you felt a smirk grow on your lips.

“I did not hear a please.”

“You little-”

“No please, no help.” You told him, turning your face away so you look at the empty railway tracks in front of you. You heard him make his usual frustrated noises. However, you ignored him and stood your ground. After a minute you heard him mumble something.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Gonna have to speak up.”

“I said....please...”

“Huh?” You leaned in as if to help you hear him better.

“I SAID PLEASE.” He shouted into your ear. You brought a hand to cover up your abused ear and quickly moved away from him with a glare.

“You really think shouting is going to help?”

“You were being a bitch about it. The fuck did you think I was gonna do?”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder and flicking a few locks of hair back over your shoulder.

“Well, since you asked oh so politely, I will help you fix your hair before you go home and have to go through the embarrassment of your mother seeing you all neat and tidy.”

Before he could say something back, you made him bend his head down so your fingers could actually reach is hair. You started to weave your fingers in and out of his hair, however, today they seemed to be even more stubborn than yesterday.

“Sit down over there, I can’t reach.” You told him.

“Don’t tell me what to do you vertically challenged br-”

“Say shit one more time and I’m not helping.”

He mumbled something to himself before sitting down at an empty bench a few steps away. You followed him, placing your bag on the seat next to him where he placed his as well. You stood in front of him and got back to work. Though as you became more and more concentrated in your work, you unconsciously stepped forward to get a better look at the hair at the back of his head.

Katsuki, however, did notice you stepping forward, he noticed how you’re now standing in-between his legs. He could already feel the blush creeping up his face.

He can not exactly remember when he felt so comfortable around you, yeah you both knew each other since you were kids but he knows that at some point in-between growing up, you both became distant. He remembers back when you both would have no trouble at all with playing pretend with each other, him openly showing you his all might toys and he even remembers the few sleepovers you both had as kids. Though he would not admit to you, he does miss being friends with you. He missed watching horror movies together, he missed seeing your smile whenever you came around to play, he misses the bond you both used to have.

His situation with Deku does not help, Deku was also once a friend of his before it all went down hill. The friends he had in middle school don’t talk or text him anymore and he believes that once his time in UA is over, the friends he has right now will not bother to be friends anymore either. To him, friends have always been temporary. Which is one of the reasons why he had become such a difficult person to befriend. If he is being honest, had you not been a familiar face since the age of 4, he would have casted you away with the other ‘extras’ in his class.

However, you are a familiar face since the age of 4 and he doesn’t want you to become distant. It just he isn’t good with his feelings and can’t seem to be openly honest with himself without feeling embarrassed. So when he saw you that first day at UA, he hid his excitement very well. Finally he thought he could get you to become a friend again but it wasn’t so easy as he first thought it would be.

Sure he saw you a couple of times through out middle school when your mothers would invite each other over for lunch or dinner but he never actually saw you. Each time your families would meet up, the two of you wouldn’t talk to each other and if you did, it was usually an argument.

He saw you how you acted in a classroom environment, he saw how you are with your friends, he saw your abilities and how strong you are with your quirk. He saw how much he did not actually know about you until now. He saw how much you have changed.

Yesterday was one of the first day, in what felt like ages, where he felt that bond he used to have with you come back. He saw you smile at him!

He did not want to lose what took him so long to achieve so he let you do his hair again today. Besides, though his hair was being stubborn, your fingers were gentle and soft. You would mumble a small apology whenever you felt your fingers pulled his hair. He would just hum in return to tell you that its fine.

You’re grateful that he is looking down right now because it only took a few minutes for you to realise just how close you are to him right now meaning that even you have a blush dusting your cheeks. You are also grateful that the train station is relatively quite at this time of the day meaning that apart from the two of you, there is only three other people waiting for the train which is due in 20 minutes since it got delayed. Even then, those three other people were on the other far end of the platform, which is probably why Katsuki is letting you do this here otherwise you doubt he would let you do this with a crowd of people around.

“I’m done,” You say as you do a few final touches. He moves his head so he can look up at you and you look down at him, your hands slowly moving down from his hair to slightly graze his cheeks before falling down to your sides. “What?” You ask him, not that you intended to but your voice came out a bit softer than it usually does when you talk to him.

He grumbles a “nothing” before looking away to the side.

You step away from him and take the seat next to him. With nothing much to talk about you get your phone out and start scrolling through your social media. It wasn’t until there was 5 minutes left until the train was due that you heard him speak up.

“What do I owe you then?”

You look back at him, trying to figure out what he meant. It clicked after a few seconds that he was referring to what you told him yesterday that your ‘hair services aren’t free’. You let out a stifled laugh when you realised that he actually believed you.

“What’s so funny huh?” He asked you, clearly annoyed at you.

“Honestly Katsuki, I only was joking yesterday but since you insist I’ll think of what you owe me very carefully.”

The rare, soft and quiet Katsuki who was here for a few minutes disappeared quicker than you could blink and instead came the very familiar hot headed Katsuki that basically everyone knew. You didn’t see that rare side of him again until the next day at the same time where he again made you fix his hair.

Each day of the week, while waiting for the train home that always was delayed for whatever reason, you would undo Best Jeanist’s hard work and make his hair back to how he likes it. However, on the last day of the week, you did not come in.

When Katsuki asked Jeanist why you weren’t there, he was told that you fell sick and couldn’t come in for the last day no matter how much you wanted too. So that day he was grumpier than usual and it did not go unnoticed by Jeanist.

Jeanist was once again combing through his hair, he asked him if he has a hero name. Katsuki replied that he had one but it got rejected. Jeanist then later told him the meaning behind having a hero name and that when he finally thinks of a good hero name, he should come and tell him when he can. Jeanist then asked if you had thought of a hero name. Katsuki said you did and though he thought it was stupid, it didn’t get rejected. When Jeanist heard your hero name he praised you for actually coming up with a great hero name, he then later told Katsuki that he should take some notes.

As he waited for the train at the station at the end of the day, he realised that he actually missed having you around. He realised that the reason why he was grumpier than usual is because he didn’t have you with him. He couldn’t feel your fingers softly run through his hair today and he hates it. He hates how you had to be so damn weak that you let some germs get to you.

The next week back at school, you made it in. Though you did still look a little paler than normal, you seemed fine. Everyone was talking about their week long work experience to each other and you listened to them. Though when it was your turn to share, you told them that you enjoyed working with best Jeanist since you just ignored katsuki’s grumbles and shouts every now and then.

You were mid conversation when Katsuki walked in. Kirishima and Sero bursted out laughing and everyone turned around to see what was so funny. You could hear a few others hold back their laughs when they all saw Bakugo’s ‘new’ hairstyle. As he stomped over to the two ‘idiots’ he shouted how his hair became used to the hairstyle and could not get it back to how he liked it. You knew that he would eventually come to you and ask you for help so you decided to laugh with the others too.

That was until his hair poofed back into its original shape after getting so angry.

Well it was fun while it lasted.

Final exams came and went without a hitch, you passed the exam easily, giving your ego a little boost when that gravity girl complimented you. Soon came the training camp. Now if you’re honest, you were never a fan of camping. So you were hoping that there really will be no camping at all with all the bugs and insects crawling around.

However, as soon as you got off the coach, your teacher gave your whole class a little game to play. It took the whole day, even with all the students in your class working together, to reach the actual campsite. You really were so worn out that you began to think that maybe sleeping with bugs wouldn’t be too bad as long as they don’t touch you while you sleep. Of course that was just a thought, not that you would ever in a thousand years agree to sleeping with bugs around.

Yet your thoughts about being here quickly changed when you saw the bath you were able to have. You made the girls hurry and quickly got into the warm water to wash away all the grim and dirt from earlier. You have to admit though, while spending time with the other girls, you realised that perhaps you could become friends with them too.

Yeah, you were friends with Mina but she was friends with everybody so while she was your only friend, you were just one of the many for her. You do miss having friends so you tried to compliment some of the others every now and then or even just give them a nice smile when walking past them. It seemed to work since the other girls let you into their little group when washing themselves.

While laughing with them and talking, you felt a very distant familiar feeling in your chest, it felt warm and it made you happy. You have friends now. You aren’t alone.

Yet all that fluffy warm feeling went away as soon as you found out you had to cook dinner. You knew nothing about cooking. Sure, you could turn on the stove but then what would you do next? So, you stuck by Mina and helped her with whatever she would do. However, you soon got told to help cut vegetables. You did not want to admit out loud that you never really had cut vegetables before, maybe once or twice a few years ago but thats it.

As you began to cut them how you logically thought you had to, you heard someone ‘tsk’ over your shoulder.

“You really can’t do shit can you?”

Oh. It was him. Of course he had to come and judge you

“You know, it seems to me Katsuki, that you are a pro at chopping vegetables. Lets see how good you are then hm?” You challenged him, thinking he couldn’t be any better than you. I mean, would anyone think he, Katsuki Bakugo, would be able to actually cook anything?

...

He is, in fact, a pro at chopping vegetables.

“No need to show off.” You muttered as you tried to continue chopping your vegetables.

“Hah, you just don’t want to admit that I’m better than you.” He grinned as he saw you continuing to struggle. You ignored him. He was only going to saw more things to tick you off anyway. Yet you couldn’t ignore the little snickers he would let out every time he would see your poorly cut lettuce, carrots and tomatoes.

It was when you began cutting the onions that his little shitty laughs got to you. You were already embarrassed and cutting onions made your eyes go all watery, giving Katsuki something more to tease you about. You turned your head around and glared at him.

“Close that mouth of yours, your breath fucking stin- AH-” You felt a sharp pain on your finger which made you quickly turn around and look to see what you did now.

You cut lifted your finger up and saw that the tip of your finger was hanging off, only still somewhat attached because of your nail.

“Fuck, that doesn’t look good-” You heard him say.

“yeah, no SHIT GORDON RAMSAY”

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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yandere bully ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncon, profanity, abuse, anger issues, anxiety, arson, bullying, child neglect, child abuse, drugs, addiction, anorexia, guilt, pills, unprotected sex, stalking, trauma

TIP-JAR

PART ONE

IN CASE OF FIRE: PUSH ALARM - PART TWO

IN THE TRAILER

She ran away from him in the hallway.

He’d warned her of what would happen if she did.

Knowing it was a matter of when as the next day he was left waiting, grazing the halls of where she’d left him with a kicked ball-sack on the dirty school-floors, all lovesick and frenzied with fire ants raging over his skin and a manic promise that one way or the other he’d get her. Lying in suspenseful spiteful wait to tell everyone what type of slut the little spitball in class 3c General Studies really was.

But, timing was everything, and as the day went by without him spotting her he realized the opportunity to ruin her reputation in school wasn’t going to rear its head.

She was home…

Sick.

Or, that’s what she’d told the school. One quick question at the reception told him so.

She was home.

Home in that run-down trailer-park sorry-excuse for a home she despised, the one she cried about so often, the one with neighbours who didn’t give two shits worth a damn about who she was or that her mother was a crackhead-whore in no position to take care of her.

She was there instead of at school begging him to stop, begging for him to give her a second chance, begging him to kiss her, like she was supposed to do.

Standing outside her trailer, he wondered if whether her mom was home or not. He wondered if either one of her neighbours would care if they saw him break in, if it even was considered breaking in.

He spotted her mother slouched on a beach-chair beside some other trailer with a needle still stuck to her arm, ugly destroyed skin sizzling in the summer-heat, mouldy flip-flops sticking to her feet.

He cringed at the sight of it, but knew then that his pursuit would go on unprovoked, which at the very least brought him some sense of relief.

She’d gotten in through scholarship as she in no form or way could afford a school like UA. That much was clear, unlike how unclear the crystal-meth shards decorating the plastic salon-table placed on the outside of their van was.

She transferred half-way through the first year, all on the account of pure hard work.

He could respect that.

He did respect that. Given she was quirkless and all. It was the reason she’d caught his eye.

It all went sideways when she rejected his invitation to Homecoming.

He’d already gone miles away out of his comfort-zone, out of his element, talked himself into asking her out, only for her to turn him down.

Him.

Best student in Hero-course 1A at the time.

Rejected.

He knew it was petty of him to bully her because of it, but… she didn’t only make a fool out of him, she broke his fucking heart.

He could have listened to Kiri, and tried to forget about her through some other extra, but... he wanted her. He’d decided. She was his. And a quirkless trailer-rat like her was in no position to just say no.

In some sick sense he believed she deserved better. Him being better. But, he would like for her to ask for his help, instead of him just giving it to her. He would like to see her grovel, beg, just a little bit, or a lot. He wanted to see her regret her decision. He wanted to see her sorry. He wanted to see her want him as much as he wanted her. And he wanted it to be her who initiated it.

But… he could see that wasn’t happening. He could see that his unorthodox methods of courting her through continuously trying to bend her until she broke only consisted of her rewinding or snapping back like a rubber-band.

She was distracted, too busy being broken by what life had given her, too busy with juggling different shifts, bills, schoolwork, to be thinking about him and how he pushed her around a bit at school.

He eyed the cracked paint of the faded trailer with much the look of a snob on his face. Fingers brushing over the door-handle, testing how much noise it would make if he were to pick the lock, coming to a complete loss.

He could barely believe it… the door was unlocked, and when he stepped inside he was even more distraught to see there was no existing lock there to be locked in the first place.

Meanwhile her mother was too busy slowly dying to better protect her daughter from depraved humans who could come and do just about anything they wanted with her.

Meaning… just look at him.

Soft snores brought him back to where he was once he closed the door behind him. Making the short way to the source of the groggy sounds, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of how wrong it was of him to be there, sneaking about like some love-obsessed sick stalker, getting turned on by hearing his prey sleep.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

And why didn’t he care enough to stop?

He stood at the foot of her bed, hands in the pockets of his trousers, head tilted to the side to view her sleeping frame.

Sleeping on top of the covers, not under.

He doubted it was because of the heat, the same way he doubted the mattress beneath was clean.

She was curled onto her side, knees bent and tucked up. Cute with that teddy-bear she used as a pillow, silly and stupid but cute because of it, especially in her uniform despite having left the tie and blazer off.

She was wearing her uniform.

Meaning... she’d either gone to bed with her clothes on and slept through the entire day, or she had planned on going to school this morning, but weaseled her way out like the weakly coward she was.

Well, in that case… what he was about to do would serve her right then...

Ought to teach her lesson.

He lifted his hand out of his pocket, producing a finger to poke her ankle softly, before stroking up a path alongside her socks, all four other digits joining in the stride before the fabric came to an end and his callous fingertips glided onto the doughy flesh of her leg, over the dome of her knee and onto her even softer thigh, coming to the edge of her skirt.

He always liked her in that skirt.

That’s where his mind was at as he started lifting to see what underwear she was wearing, yet never getting that far as something sharp dug into each side of his wrist.

Her nails weren’t of course any close to lethal, yet managed to surprise him as she whipped around to meet him, digging the talons into his roughened skin.

She might not have prioritized figuring out who it was that was currently touching her in her bed, but she had assessed the situation enough to know that someone was in fact in her house and touching her, something of which is not a good omen when you live where she lived, nor in any other situation for that matter.

He tried subduing the splash of struggles that followed her awakening by climbing and crawling some further up on the bed in order to control what myriad of flailing limbs came at him.

Soon, hands that had primly started clawing at him were safely locked in his much larger hands.

“Oi, relax! It’s just me!”

As if it being him would have any other effect than of rising her already racing heartbeats. Yet, even as her lungs heaved for as much air as her tight chest would allow her, he managed to capture her focus, her hands pinned to each side of her head whereas her feet were stopped amidst their kicking, crushed beneath the weight of the much stronger, much more encompassing mass and weight of Katsuki’s legs.

He hunched over her, back arching with his face a mere half-foot away from her own, the only thing supporting his upper-body being his arms, which were stretched out and grasping at her wrists, pushing them into her pillow.

Her eyes were large with craze-ridden fear as they locked with his recognizable carmine ones.

“Bakugo?”

Shocked and scared, with the creeping feeling of anticipation waving over her again, now all for different reasons then when she first understood there was an intruder in her caravan.

Somehow, it being Bakugo gave her an even starker unsettling eerie feeling than if it had been a total stranger. Maybe because oblivion is bliss and knowing what is to come makes the inevitable that much more inescapable.

Still, she demanded he tell her, even though she thought she might already know the answer.

“What are you doing? Why are you here!?”

“You weren’t at school.” He stated, spoken as though it preforming as explanation enough, though serving as far from it to the girl beneath him, the confusion shown in the way she scrunched her brows together.

He noticed, contemplating whether or not he should make his reasons known, but deciding against it and for playing with her for just a little while longer.

“I thought, since you managed to wiggle your way out of your punishment at school, I’d bring the punishment to you.”

He searched her features for any cracks in her composure, but though she looked beyond uncomfortable, she made no moves to push him off.

Her eyes squinted instead, narrowing at him.

“I’m not scared of you, Bakugo. I know you’re not gonna hurt me.”

Her body started twisting under him. The action far from vigorous, mainly meant to show her discomfort as she knew she wouldn’t go anywhere unless Katsuki decided she could.

And though the intention to her wiggling was not to evoke his arousal, it most certainly managed to do just that.

He inhaled sharply and she felt her body freeze up, seize at the feel of his hips making a shift to slot himself against her, grinding down onto her flattened and unmoving body.

“Hurt you?”

He let out a low rumble of a laugh, like building thunder.

“Who said anything about hurting you?”

Her breath strained as his eyes scrunched closed upon her jerking, his own teeth sinking into his bottom-lip to maintain the hiss on his tongue at the pull in his pants, his head descending to nuzzle against her chest, spiky hair poking at her chin.

Mouth breathing hot breaths onto her ear, causing her to whimper.

“Thought you just said you weren't scared?”

She swallowed thickly, improperly giving his rhetorical question an answer, feeling her wrists go numb under his hold and her blood running cold.

“Bakugo…?”

He didn’t answer and she felt herself go even more rigid at the absence of his voice.

It wasn’t often Katsuki didn’t speak back to her when she willingly spoke to him. In fact, it was never. But now, he was quiet, too quiet, making the frightening rugged sound of his heavy breathing overwhelm her ears, dulling her senses in the process before everything being sent into hyperdrive upon the feeling of his hand leaving her one wrist to cup her breast outside her shirt, giving the mound a careful and slow yet full squeeze.

She yelped at the sudden attack, her body jumping up against him, making yet another teasingly harsh contact with his clothed cock.

This time he hissed, both upon her delicious little struggles but also because her newly freed hand had actively made the decision to pull his hair as a desperate means of making him move.

It worked to some extent, at least in freeing her other hand which opened for the opportunity to drag herself out from beneath him.

Yet, the action was stopped in a series of rather clumsy fighting, where Bakugo managed to retract the upper-hand once again, pinning both her wrists with one hand whilst tugging loose his tie with the other.

He’d slotted himself between her legs now, her skirt spreading and hiking up her thighs as she struggled to stop him from tying her wrists together and fasting them to the handicap-bar mounted on the side of the bed, yet failing.

Her body free for him to touch now, to tamper and play with, and she felt her heart catch in her throat, small pleas coming erupting from the place because of it, but he didn’t seem to hear her, and if he did, he was electing to ignore the pitiful sounds.

His hands traveled down her sides, thumbs rubbing over the scratchy material, the fabric of her shirt stiff as a result of using dollar-store laundry detergent.

White shirt; made up of thin fabric to make the fight against the Tokyo-heat easier, yet resulting in it being so temptingly easy to make see-through with just a little spill of water. Water Katsuki was always so eager to pour, either with light teasing spritzes from his water-bottle or in carrying her over his shoulder into the showers and holding her there as the water rained down upon her, drenching both her and himself, then offering ever so mockingly if she would like to borrow a shirt, because unlike her he had a dorm-room with fresh and dry clothes, whereas she only had that one uniform and all other clothes made up of more holes than actual textile.

He chuckled at the memories as his fingers moved up-front and centre to tamper with the buttons.

“I bet you just hate this uniform, don’t yah?” His voice, although maintaining the snicker, was soft. Not loud and abrasive and rushed, but as though he was enjoying himself, thoroughly at that, drinking in the moment.

His movements too, were slow; careful.

Large warm hands stroking down the bare skin of her stomach, feeling the tremors as he did so, with eyes glued to those perfect mounds found beneath what looked like a well-worn sports-bra, making him wonder what she’d look like if he were to dress her up in expensive red lace. She’d be mouthwatering to look at either way, and breasts are just as soft whichever way they’re dressed… it’s not like the bra is staying on for too long anyway.

He swallowed thickly to stop his mouth from dripping.

He tucked her shirt out from her skirt, taking a moment to grip her midriff and squeeze to try and ease her struggling.

It only resulted in her thrashing even more, whirlwinds of panicked get-off-me’s and fuck-you’s and stop’s spilling from her mouth in rapids, but the plead seemed to repel off Bakugo’s ears like water off a ducks back where the desperation only aided in satiating his sick sadism, in the same fashion tears fell from her eyes aided in making his stomach churn or flutter with something he could only describe as bliss, her arms trying to the best of their efforts at tugging at her bonds, to no avail except for making the skin found their chaffed and sore.

He spent a few seconds deciding whether he wanted the skirt on or off as he felt up the fabric between his fingers, more memories flushing his mind with such sweet and potent nostalgia of him lifting up the short excuse for coverage in the school-halls every day to sneak a peak at her underwear, or those times he would bend her over classroom-desks and push his bulge where it would fit so snuggly against her ass.

“Kinda feels like this skirt gets shorter and shorter for each year...” He mused, stroking up the skin of her thighs, lifting the fabric in the process, revealing a pair of black cotton boxers which, despite being lackluster, forced a groan to rumble from his chest.

The fuck-you’s had turned to please’s and the change made a smirk curl onto his lips as he put his lips to the inside of her thigh before pulling away to look down at her, all spread open and quivering for him.

Breasts all perfect, squished together in the comfort of her bra, hair splayed on top of the pillow, her nose turning all red and adorable with her eyes brimming with both panic and tears.

Her skin felt so soft and untouched beneath his fingertips as he stroked up and down her thighs, pulling them towards him, as far as the bonds on her wrists would allow, slightly struggling with how much the panic had taken a hold of her, her legs kicking and flailing.

But he liked it that way.

Messy and desperate.

“Don’t be difficult, Quirkless, you’re not getting out of this.” He spoke so calmly, so collected and controlled and determined. As though he wasn’t doing anything wrong, as though this was his right. “This is the only thing you’re any good for anyways.”

He leveled with her clothed little sex, slung her legs over his shoulders, watched as she squirmed upon his breath, heard her whimper and plead with his name as he stuck his tongue into the fabric, her legs doing a little involuntary kick while her thighs where firmly secured in his hands.

“Worthless quirkless little pussy on legs.”

She sobbed as his fingers latched around the ribbon of her underwear, pulling, tearing the fabric, with no need to pull it down her legs, just a need to pull them off.

A content and knowing smile made its way onto his lips, yet she was unable to see it in her position, something of which she was thankful for, or… as thankful as one can be when being defiled by a friend.

Not that Bakugo was much of a friend anymore, but he had been, at some point before he'd offered more than one concerning opinion about quirkless people and their place in the world.

Of her place in the world.

He didn’t share her nostalgia though, not when the future was smiling at him with the face of her shaven warm pussy right in front of him.

“Did you get yourself all nice and ready for me? Huh? Knew I was coming?” He teased as she shook her head sporadically, unable to form any type of words in her overwhelming embarrassment and fear and panic.

He grinned smugly, despite knowing it was due to her spot on the swimming-team she kept herself clean and hairless, also knowing that the only reason she took swimming-lessons was because she and her mom couldn’t afford the hot-water bill, making her take showers at school instead, and that a spot on the swimming-team gave her a free-ticket to using those showers anytime she wanted.

How many times had he snuck in there to watch her soap up her body?

How many times had he palmed his erection to the sight of her?

How much he’d wanted to waltz in and take her against the cold tiles, make steam roll off the walls, hearing her voice echo his name...

Now he had the real deal though, no more time for fantasies.

She was smart, she was resourceful, but not enough to put a lock on her door.

She was lucky if one thought about it.

Lucky it wasn’t just any random guy who walked in and took her like Bakugo was going to take her.

Lucky it wasn’t just anyone’s tongue jutting out to lick up her spread folds.

Lucky it was Bakugo who was hugging her thighs close to him, using them as soft warm pillows as he nuzzled between them to lick and suck and bite at the little bundle of nerves found right there in front of him.

Lucky it was Bakugo that had her squirming and quaking and whimpering and crying.

Because, taking everything into consideration, she was safe with him.

Safer than she would or even could be with anyone else for that matter.

Who else could really protect her like he could, like he will, like he has?

She should be grateful he still wants her after she rejected him, humiliated him like she did. She was sure going to pay for it tonight. But first, he could at least treat her to what she had been missing, especially when thinking of how much he was going to take from her before the day let up.

It almost made him feel bad.

Almost, being the keyword, because without it he wouldn’t have thought it funny how many noises she could make without alerting anyone from outside, how no one cared whether she blubbered out common sniveling protests and screams of his name, begging him to stop, or those equally loud yet scarce moans that sprung from her despite her not wanting them to, each time he sucked too hard or too harshly on her clit, teeth rubbing over the sensitive skin found there. Her hips dancing a panicked series of shimming from side to side, controlled in his grasp and only aiding in his tongue finding new places to lick and suck at as he laid abusive worship onto the temple between them. Nose bumping and dipping and rubbing onto places too tender as his mouth moved lower.

Her knees jolting as he kept them spread open, claws digging into the grabbable flesh each time she would pound the ball of her heel into his back, the movement always falling still upon the building simmering threat of explosions in his palms, pain much sharper than that of his nails.

She wanting nothing more but to wrench away, especially upon feeling the shameful treacherous dripping of herself down onto the bedsheets, disgusted with her body, humiliated beyond repair, with the tongue of Katsuki lapping up what mess he had made out of her, teeth from a grin gracing in feather-light motions, yet still managing to shoot electricity up her core.

All she could do was pant and sob through moans and trying her best to force out more protests even though she knew it was to no use, until she felt him pull away, leaving her cold in loss of contact with heat.

She doubted his removal was because she’d begged it from him.

Her doubts being answered as she heard the crisp clatter of a belt-buckle opening.

Her eyes were swimming, gifting her with more panic as she wasn’t even able to see what he was doing, yet knowing, again wishing she didn’t, wishing she was rather deaf as well as blind, wishing all her senses to simply give away, all so that she didn’t have to witness what she was surely soon going to have to be the victim of.

She heard the clothes dropping to the floor, looked up at him through bleary blurry eyes, still recognising the sandy nuance of his skin fully on display before her.

His large hands found her knees again, prying them open. His hips fitting between her thighs.

“Ba- ba- Baku- go, plea- please, don’t- don’t… stop.” She choked on her tears, on her fear, on her panic, on the feeling of the cold breeze making her exposed sex shiver and beg for something warm to fill it up, on her disgust.

“Don’t stop?” He snickered, pinching her clit between his fingers, making her arch with a whine before trying to wrench away, yet stopped by his hands steadying on her knees, spreading her open for him.

His cock-head delved between her folds, and he had to catch a pathetic whimper from escaping his throat, settling for biting his lip instead and ridiculing the reason as to why he was feeling so weak in the first place. Growling at the little girl beneath him, all tied up and defenceless and hopeless and pathetic, but still able to make him feel so small.

“I knew you were just a stupid slut.”

It helped hearing her scream for him.

It helped hearing her choke on her own gasps as he filled her tight little space up with the warm length of his cock.

It helped feeling her squeeze and seize around the girth of him, hugging him close and tight, filling and stretching her out so nicely.

She had resorted to hectic crying, no words, no protests, just sobbing, hiccupping, coughing up her own cries.

And, although he imagined himself growling and groaning he fell short of those guttural rusty sounds and fell prey to whimpering like a lovesick puppy humping a plushie-toy instead.

His hands holding onto her hips as though letting go meant death as he rolled his hips into her, feeling her warm velvety walls welcome him home.

It felt so good he nearly barreled over, his face buried in her chest, hand coming up to enclose over her mouth as so to stop the cries and hear those soft muffled moans she made instead.

Small stifled broken wet mews spurred into his palm, as he kissed a trail up the valley of her chest and onto her neck, whispering with his breath shaky.

“If it makes you feel any better… this is my first time too.”

He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe because he was suddenly regretting his decision of being a monster, or maybe because the fright of being vulnerable disappeared at the feeling of conquering what made him afraid.

“I spread a rumour in second that I fucked Ururaka just to see your reaction.” He let out a breathy laugh, the open smile on his face indicated his nostalgia, as though it were a fond memory. “But you didn’t care at all did you?”

He snapped his hips forward, hitting something painful making her scream beneath his hand, opening it to hear her sob out in whimpers.

“Did you?!” It was accusatory and loud and right next to her ears, as he bared his teeth.

She was sure she was bleeding, feeling as though he was tearing her up, splitting her open, every harsh thrust felt deep within her abdomen, churning her guts.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor- sorry!” She spluttered out, more thick gulps of tears streaking her cheeks with red.

“You know what I think?”

He leaned in closer, his nose poking into her cheek, lips brushing her ear, hands now having moved to cup her knees, pushing them up into the bedsheets beside her shoulders, hiking her up to meet his sharp thrusts.

“I think you wanted this…”

She shook her head as his grin gleamed from seeing her discomfort.

“Leaving your door unlocked like that, you were begging for this to happen.” He laughed, biting her earlobe, heavy balls clapping against her ass.

She sniveled. “You- you know we can’t afford-” She started, but was cut off by her own broken moan as Bakugo yet again made another sharp movement, sending an earth-shattering smack to fill the crammed space of her RV, and then again cut off by Bakugo’s own response.

“Yeah? But you could still afford that dress you wore to Homecoming couldn’t you?” He sounded crazed, upset and angry and obsessed with making her regret it. “When you went with that fucking extra instead of me?”

His forehead pushed against hers, eyes a feral red and large with rage, watching in sadistic glee as she scrunched her eyes together in pain, trying to block his voice out from her head.

“Yeah, I bet you’re sorry now.” He growled, again taking a break from his series of shallow thrusts to push deep into her, making her whine in wet agony. “That was the worst mistake of your life and you’re gonna make it up to me tonight.”

He pushed himself up, looking down at the crying mess he was buried inside, licking his lips.

She couldn’t stop apologising, as he fucked into her, her hands going numb under the bondage of his tie around her wrists.

“I’m sorr- sorry-” She croaked, face burning from her tears.

“Yeah? You better be.”

He gathered her ankles in his hands, holding them up, one hand coming to roll her sock down her leg.

“You’re gonna be.”

His hand caressed her small bare-foot tightly, thumb digging into her sole, his mind drifting to how cute and tiny it was, smaller than his hand, and strangely soft for someone who chooses to walk everywhere to save money.

“I’m sorry-” She blubbered. “I’m- I’m sorry...”

She struggled for breath between her apologies and cries, forgetting how to inhale as Bakugo’s cock crammed into her, stripping her lungs of their air.

He kissed the pad of her foot, before leaning down again, hands once more cupping her knees and pushing them against the mattress.

“Good.”

She quaked beneath his stare, his sharp teeth too close as she cringed at the wet creamy sloshing sound of his cock pounding into her.

She had to look away, wanting to twist to hide her face in her pillow and cry until he was done.

But he wouldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me when I fuck you.”

Gathering her face between his fingers, he scrunched her lips together as his own face closed in, his teeth coming to bite down on the vulnerable pout.

“You’re nothing without me, you understand that?”

One of his hands seized around her throat, adding slight pressure to accommodate his words.

“Good for nothing.” He spit. “Except for being my little slut, right?”

His claws scratched her throat, making her mewl and suck at her bitten bruised lip, tasting the metal.

“Come on, slut, I asked you a fucking question!”

Again, he angled his cock to jut into her painfully, making her gasp in strained pain at the stretch, followed by a sob.

“I’m just a slut-” She sniffled, eyes spiralling when looking into his unforgiving scarlet ones.

He smiled again, kissing her cheek.

“Who’s?”

The kiss became a lick, as he dragged his tongue up her tear-slicked cheek.

“Who’s slut?”

He felt her tremble and stiffen under his tongue, her eye’s squeezing shut.

“Your slut.” She answered, but it proved not to be good enough as another sharp painful thrust hit her core. “Bakugo’s slut.”

She knew it was wrong the second she said it as a growl rumbled against her neck, his teeth gracing, scraping against her tender flesh.

“Katsuki’s slut!”

The words all broken and wet and beautiful coming from her bloated and reddened lips.

He placed a chaste kiss to her jaw, nibbling his way up to her mouth, whispering upon them. “Yeah, that’s right, you’re nothing without me.”

He kissed roughly, growling for her to kiss back, hand still tightly locked around her neck, begging for her to refuse him only for him to squeeze the life out of her.

His tongue pushed into her mouth as he slobbered and drooled above her, mouth sucking on her lips, trailing down her jaw and down her throat, nibbling and biting and lapping at her skin like some hound drooling over steak.

His hand left her throat to grasp her clothed breasts as he hit a particular spot, calling an unintentional bucking of her hips into him, making him groan in pleasure, his own thrusts gaining speed, hitting that same spot he now knew would make her unravel.

“You’re so lucky to get my cock.”

He worked himself into a taller position again, dragging himself off her chest to admire what artwork he’d made of her collar and chest.

“Say you love it.”

She shook her head, a petty begging-look on her face.

It was a weak protest, almost enough to make him let it go, yet still outweighed by his need to make her pay.

His hips suddenly thrusting into her deeply, sharply, in all the ways he’d found out hurt.

She cried out. “No, no, Bakugo, please!” Panicked sobbing, her chest arching in pain, her legs coming to kick him off, yet were stopped as he pushed her knees into her chest. Jutting into her brutally.

“Say you love it and I’ll go slower.”

He saw her knuckles whiten at how hard she was balling her fists, tugging at her bonds desperately.

“I’ll fuck you good.” He promised, finding himself grow excited upon the thought. “Nice and slow like lovers do.” He had to snicker, even as she sobbed and hiccupped up screams that caught in her throat at his sharp thrusts, her eyes screwed tightly shut, allowing no tears to drop yet leaving them swimming in stinging salt.

His head dropped again to her temple, lips nibbling lightly on her cheek bone, his heavy breaths sounding louder than what snapping noise was made between his hips and the softness of her ass.

“Come on…” He drawled an impatient growl into her ear, a rumble that strung another whimper out from her.

More sobs followed, broken in their execution. “I love it… I love it.”

She hadn’t screamed it the way he wanted, but hearing it hang loosely onto her cries, all trembling and weak, was somehow better than what he thought he’d wanted anyway.

He slowed down, enough to lessen the sound of flesh slapping flesh and for the squishy noise of him filling her up again and again to replace it.

“What do you love?”

He made his way to rip open the seams of her shirt on her shoulder, not caring in the moment that she didn’t have a spare uniform to replace it. The shirt gone before she could even answer his question.

“You’re cock, I love you’re cock.” She sobbed, as her bra met with the same fate her shirt had, leaving her in just her little black skirt and one sock remaining, her tits springing loose, bouncing on both her cries and Bakugo’s movements.

“Fuck, good, such an obedient little pet.”

His head fell into the newly presented bare flesh with a moan, heavy panting as he slobbered up the valley between her breasts, palming the soft mounds before twisting the nipples between his fingertips, pulling at them, playing with them, his mouth sucking and biting, teasing the tender sensitivity.

His hands quitting their torment in favor of holding onto each their knee to keep her spread open for him as he rolled deeply into her spot.

“Feels so fucking-” He groaned, not bothering to finish the thought, before another impulse struck him.

His position in having his face buried in her neck and his body laid tight and snug on top of hers moved, making her feel the wisp of a chill coat her as their warm sweat-slicked bodies parted, feeling almost as though they were glued together as he pulled away, cock still being kept warm inside the comfort of her walls.

His hands came up to fickle with the knot that kept her hands locked above her head, his fingers sloppily tugging to loosen the tie, before gripping her hips tightly in a fashion meant to make sure she understood that despite being loose she was far from actually free.

Lifting her up of the spot she’d sunk into on the mattress and on to straddling his torso, his feet hitting the ground with a dunk with her propped up on his thighs, every little movement of his adjusting making his cock poke and message into other new dangerous places, places too tight to be attacked in whichever reckless unthoughtful way Bakugo saw fit.

Fingers running, or rather digging into her skin and making way to rake up her sides, grabbing and clinging to her midriff to pull her close, with his thighs beginning to impatiently move in a boyish manor to satiate the need for friction his member craved.

One arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand made to grab her chin, allowing him to look over her, again tempted to bite into those lushes red lips, all bloated and made for his teeth to gnaw on. Yet, his mouth made way to her neck instead, licking up her throat, sucking on the thin skin, wanting to make his mark flourish in red explosions all over her.

“Be a good quirkless slut and bounce on my cock, make yourself useful for once.”

His knees jolted upwards making her hop, followed by his cock sinking deeper into her.

Her hands held uncertainly mid-air made to grip his shoulders at the further intrusion, biting back another cry, however unable to keep the sobbing sigh from rupturing her throat.

However, she wasn’t given long to recover as his hand came down to plant a red-hot slap on her ass, making her jump on her own.

“Come on, don’t be shy.”

She started moving, unsure of what or which way to do it, finding the rhythm of rocking her hips forward after a while, earning a disgusting sigh of satisfaction from the blonde holding a bruising grip on her.

“That’s right...”

His arm moving to hold a death-grip on her waist, thumb digging into the underside of her ribs, poking each time she lolled forward and at the same time threatened her to stop.

His other hand came to grip her face again, stiff lips crashing against teary lips. Sucking her face as though stealing her life-source, only breaking between breaths to announce cocky cruel comments and instructions.

“Stay right there, slut.” A thrust from his hips accompanied the nickname, making her wince and lurch forward into him. “Aww that’s cute.”

Both his hands went under her skirt to grab at her ass, lifting her up only to sleeve himself inside her once again.

“Does that feel good? Huh? Right there?”

Another slap and she rested even harder against his chest, trying to find comfort in the pitch black her screwed-shut eyes left her in, yet the overwhelming scent of caramel wasn’t easily ignored, and neither was how perfectly his cock sunk into her.

His hands fingered the fabric of her skirt as he bumped into her from beneath. Tugging on the textile until ripping it off, the action earning her gasp as she was now wearing nothing but her one sock, the skirt having provided as some false sense of coverage.

“Is the slut enjoying herself?” He mocked, a salacious grin constantly spreading on his face between moans and grunts.

She shook her head, the urge to fight herself to freedom awakening yet again as her hands moved to push at his chest.

“No… stop.”

But her back was supported, or rather steadied, with Bakugo’s large palm, little sparking ignitions gaining control of her struggles quickly, the fight leaving her body with a whimper of defeat, just as quickly as it had arrived.

Another sharp thrust ripped a strangled moan from her and he grinned.

“Liar.” He snickered. “You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut 'cause that's the only thing you know how not to fuck up, only thing your whore mom ever taught you.”

Forcing her hips to roll faster, the slick coated their thighs as her tits bounced for him.

“Does she share this bed with both you and her crackhead fuck-friends?”

He couldn’t defend his need to make her cringe in his arms, why he wanted to see her ashamed, why he wanted her crying into him.

“Such a freak. Are you gonna cum on the same sheets your mom sleeps on?”

Sharp fingers dug into her cheeks again, all because he wanted to be entertained by the show of her breaking.

He pulled her hips closer, fighting to hit that spot that had her mewling earlier, wanting to hear her mewl again, wanting to prove his point.

Once he found it she fell flush against him, melting in his hands, soft-spoken moans falling like drool down her chin.

“Like that, right there?” His words fell hot on her lips as his thumb pushed into her mouth and down onto her tongue, holding her chin in place.

Her eyes crossed then upon his cock nudging in just the right way against her cervix, as well as her brows drawing up into a pretty eruption.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He groaned, clutching tighter onto her hip, rocking her forward to meet his thrusts. “Are you gonna cum on my cock, huh?”

With his thumb still dipped into her mouth, she tried her best to retort.

“No…”

It couldn’t be referred to as defiance as it was too pitiful to be called that.

“Yes, you are.”

He sucked on her collarbone, making his way up by kissing a trail of slobbering kisses and bites to her ear.

With his hips still angled just right, his thumb left her mouth to grip her other hip.

He could feel her tight little pussy start to convulse around his shaft, small flutters that squeezed him tightly, milking him.

She hated that she wanted to spill over so badly. The surging swimming boiling buzz constantly teased by Katsuki’s plush cockhead pushing and poking and jabbing at her cervix again and again.

She felt it coming, the snapping, breaking, splitting, the building coming close to bursting, yet she was reminded of who she was with in her reach for bliss and found herself regretting chasing it.

“No, no, not with him, not with him, not-”

It was too late as she tried holding it back, tried grasping it as hard as she was clamping down on his cock, as hard as she was digging her nails into his shoulders.

The movements of his hips slowed down.

“There you go. Feel good, slut?” He mocked as her body spasmed, skin freezing over under his touch, feeling disgusted, skin-crawlingly disgusted with herself and how she was unable to control the continuous spasms that seemed to ricochet through her spontaneously. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”

His speed picked up again, humping into her, making her ride through her orgasm, feeling the almost painful ticklish pressure build again upon each time he bottomed-out ruthlessly inside the comfort of her wet walls.

“No, Bakugo stop, stop!” Her pleads weren’t met.

“Is it too much?” He laughed, gathering a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck in order to make her look up at him, making her wince as he spit his words into her face. “Mommy didn't do too good a job at raising her slut, I see. Can't even handle cumming without crying." He jeered, mock pouting at her with his forehead pressed into hers, blood-soaked orbs forcing eye-contact from her wide tear-stained ones as she whimpered. "Aw, is my cock too much for the little whore?”

“Yes, stop!” She couldn't care less if she was answering some cruel nickname , the painful pressure assaulted inside her was something too vehement she needed to make relent, but yet again was her plead answered with a lack of mercy in an eerie whisper and nothing more.

“I’m not finished yet.”

All she could do was beg for him to finish… so that’s what she did.

“Please...”

He gathered her face in his hand again, fingers squishing into her cheeks hurtfully as he made to sneer into her face.

“Please what? Please fuck your whore cunt harder? Please make you cum again?”

Even as he snickered and mocked, his cock twitched at the sight of her.

Eyes all puffy and swimming in her own tears, eyebrows knitted together, begging for mercy.

Completely and literally held in the palm of his hand, yet her gaze still managing to make him feel fuzzy with the flutter of butterflies in his stomach.

“Oh fuck, say you love me.”

Cold dread made up most of her body, what else was the rising crippling shameful feeling of something sweet knotting up somewhere in her lower abdomen again, this time harder than before as her already abused high was continuously pocked by Katsuki’s swollen cockhead kissing her cervix harshly again and again and again, driving her insane. And all of it made his demand impossible to answer, impossible to even comprehend.

Yet, she was in no position to refuse with her face held up between his fingertips and his crimson eyes boring holes straight into her terror-wide heart.

“Say you love me or I’ll cum inside you.” His voice lacking all she considered still human. Not a hint of remorse or guilt or shame or pity.

She gulped on her breaths, yet managed to voice the words. “I love you, Katsuki.”

Her eyes now unable to look away from him. Even as he picked up the painful pace, stabbing at her core, in places she had no former knowledge of, places the length of her fingers could never even as much as dream of reaching.

“Fuck.” A boyish virginal whimper laced the moan that escaped him at her words, satisfaction easing the raging and crazed look on his face. “I love you too.”

His toes curled painfully, cold and numb against the floorboards.

“I love you.”

Hands warm and sliding against dewy and doughy flesh.

"I love you."

Something pulling, straining, building to burst was chasing release, sending spasms to shoot through his shaft.

"I love you."

He knew what was coming. He knew it would be better than ever.

“We’ll get you a pill later, ‘kay?”

The guilt was washed over with the promise of painting her walls.

“It’s fine.” He tried reassuring as he felt her revolt in his arms, all her strength fighting to get off him, yet was no match against the force of his hands holding onto her, and his need to explode inside.

She resulted to begging instead. “No, no, Katsuki stop, don’t, please!”

Feeling her hope being crushed in his palm, picturing his laughing face as she turned her vision to black, his feral smile like supersonic light, dangerous and deadly and made to rip throats out.

And then it was done, she felt the last thrust like the last blow through her gut.

Cream filling her up, smearing between their thighs, Katsuki’s head resting on her shoulder with his hands holding onto her hips, fingers marking their presence into her back yet softening their grip with each of his panting breaths landing on her breasts.

Her blood ran cold through stiff veins, as though she were dead. Her skin crawling, as though rotting with mites.

Sickness.

Sickness in her lungs, in her throat, building, climbing up her pipes.

She slung herself off in a hurry, and with Katsuki coming down from whatever sick high he was riding, he wasn’t alert enough to catch her, which was probably a good thing because after her staggering her way to the bathroom, feeling his cum and her wetness leak out of her and drip along the inside of her thighs, she only barely made it in time to open the toilet compartment, get to her knees in the small space and haul her guts out into the small stained bowl.

Feeling like her mother, each time she came home all sweaty, mascara smeared with tears on her face like a garbage racoon, sticking her fingers down her throat and gagging until she collapsed on the floor, face laid in her own puke.

She heard Katsuki’s heavy footsteps, one and two before his hand met with her neck. Collecting her hair in a ponytail in his grip with the other hand encompassing her naked back.

She was afraid he was going to pull her up, expecting her scalp to soon scream in protest at the feel of her hairs being ripped up from their roots.

Yet, as she awaited the torture… all she felt was the slow stroking of carefully placed paths running up her spine and then down to the small of her back in a manor either meant to be comforting or patronizing, with her hair being kept away from her face as she retched on repeat.

It was mostly just water and acid, and Katsuki made a mental note to make her eat later as he helped her up with his hands under her arms, supporting her when seeing how her shivering rendered her knees too weak to stand on her own, lifting her up on a tiny counter which would have been impossible for him if he were to try and sit on it, yet seemed the perfect size for her.

The ruff base of his thumb brushed the spit from the corner of her mouth, her large eyes meeting his own as he leaned in, soft weak hands only barely pushing against his chest in an act to stop him, but his lips pushed onto her anyway.

Parting with a string of silver connecting them, and he couldn’t help but fall prey to how beautiful she was even in her broken ugliness, how prettily her eyes fluttered with sticky eyelashes clutching together as though hugging for comfort, stray wisps of hair dancing in front of her face. Her wet breaths, sobbing breaths, hiccupping breaths, trembling past those soft pillow-y and blossomed lips, plump and full and bitable, or huffed through her nose, sniveling and sniffing and so very unfairly precious.

His thumb stroked over those lips, watching them quiver.

He took time admiring her, feeling her cold fingertips vibrate against his chest, wondering if she could feel how hard his heart was hammering inside his ribcage with how much she was shaking. Wondering if she knew just how much he’d wanted this, how long he’d wanted this, how despite him ignoring her cries, that she understood how this wasn’t in vain, how he wasn’t just doing this because he could, that he was doing this because he needed to, that he wasn’t doing this because he hated her but because he loved her, loved her too much to let her simply slip from between his fingers again.

His fingers latched onto the band of her sock, pulling it down and off at her toes, finally leaving her completely bare.

“Let’s get you in the shower.”

He moved to pick her up, uncaring of her newly sparked urge to fight him.

“No, Katsuki…”

She tried pushing, she tried making him stop despite everything being slippery and sticky and gross. The want to cry herself to sleep knowing and finding some comfort in the fact that Katsuki was done with her and long gone outweighed the want to get clean.

“The water’s cold, you won’t like it.” She argued in a weak attempt to sway him from the idea, yet knowing full well that he didn’t care.

“Come on…” He drawled as he caught her bothersome fists by the wrists in his massive hands. “We’ll take a shower and then we’ll go get your pill…”

He fought to find eye-contact.

“We both know you don’t have the money for it anyway…”

Typical of him to mention her situation. Typical of him to use it against her. And though it was typical, though it was predictable, it still made her heart clench, her soul twist, her spirit crumble.

He swore he saw something start to break in her eyes, wanting to deliver the final blow to snuff out whatever fight she still had left.

He leaned in more, his nose brushing against hers.

“You need me.”

Her struggles stopped at that, Katsuki wrapping her legs around his back to support her as he carried her to the shower. Her cheek resting on his shoulder, completely deflated.

It wasn’t at all as in the movies. Sweet couples who help wash each other’s hair, warm bodies gliding against one another, soft perfect handprints printed on the dewy glass.

She hadn’t been lying, the water was freezing as the showerhead spritzed the water down on them with a force close to that of aching.

They didn’t both fit in the crammed space either, Katsuki was sure that even him alone wouldn’t fit in the tight space, where he was left to have one foot on the floorboards outside the door, water rushing into the hallway, running down his leg, but he didn't care.

His frame blocked the door completely, allowing her no shape or form of exit as he made her stand there, under the showerhead, hair slicking to her neck and nipples perking into hardness under the freeze, goosebumps strutted and coated her flesh from head to toe, her cheeks and lips blossomed with a purple hue, her eyes closed, head dipped in discomfort or shame or embarrassment or sorrow or a bit of everything and even more.

Her body trembled beneath his warm hands, as they cupped her breasts, palming them and playing and pinching with her back hunching in a weak effort to get her discomfort across, despite knowing how he didn’t care, with the fact having been proven time and time again.

His warm calloused fingertips brushed down her abdomen, eyes stark and loud as they looked at her body, thinking of how unblemished and beautiful her skin was as opposed to him, no roughness or ugly greenish bruises, just milky smooth and rosy suppleness and all his.

His hand traveled further, causing her small ones to reach out and grip around his wrist, both hands giving their best effort at trying to stop him. Though his other hand was quick to wrap around her throat and extract a sweet gasp with the movement.

Her hands removed their pressure yet remained on him as he brushed featherlight touches over the sensitiveness of her sex, fingertips dipping into her folds, slithering in the slick velvet of his cum mixed with her wetness.

A sob ricocheted through her as her toes curled, fingers bending and nailing into his wrist. Still, he continued. Fingers pushing inside, pumped knuckle-deep inside the puffy spongey walls, reaching deep before scissoring, making her knees bend, yet kept from falling by the hand around her neck keeping her up like a noose as he curled the two digits.

Her eyes avoided his, looking down at his limp cock who somehow seemed just as intimidating as before, like a sleeping beast ready to wake at any second.

Yet, as much as he played with her sex, his own remained still.

He picked her up again as he saw more of her skin going purple, not really wanting her to get sick, just refreshed.

Water flooded on the soft-with-mould floorboards in the tight hallway as her feet dragged against the walls when he yet again carried her to the bed. And as much as she wanted to fight as he placed her dripping body down onto the sheets, she couldn’t find the energy. Tears, however, still managed to drip down her face, unhurriedly gliding down her cheeks, warm in stark contrast amidst the freezing shower-water.

“Do you wanna hear something really fucked up?”

It was rhetorical, but he wouldn’t have gotten an answer either way.

“I used to be jealous of your crack-whore mother…”

Her face cringed, confused yet still not desiring to know what he meant.

“Fuck, I’m still jealous when you come to school and I see that there's somebody else who makes you cry harder than me.”

She had to swallow in order not to gulp.

“You’re sick.”

Those were the wrong words, for as quickly as they entered the air, he was once again on top of her, squeezing the breath from out of her lungs.

“I’m sick?” He questioned, fingers plunging inside her, a forced moan ripped from her throat. “You’re the one cumming and creaming and squirting all over my cock while crying.” He bit out while starting to pump into her cruelly, finding it easier now as she was already wet from before. “Telling me you love it, telling me you love me.” He laughed as he sneered. “Who would’ve known what a slut you are. So desperate you let your own bully fuck you like this. You fucking whore.”

His pushed his thumb into her clit cruelly, a sadistic smile on his face as she struggled.

“Stop, shut up, shut up!” Her palms made to push at his hard chest, yet was weakened as she felt the burning sweetness start to pool were his fingers poked.

“You don’t like that nickname? No? Aww, that’s fine.” He hissed, then scoffed. “It’s not true anyway...” He muttered beneath his breath, trying to find what sweet spot his fingers could reach as so to have her unravel beneath him again, wanting to lick the sin from her expression, wanting to bathe in his victory of making her his. “How did it feel to have my cock balls deep inside your precious little virgin innocent cunt, huh? Better yet, how does it feel to know how I am your first? First to kiss you, first to fuck you, first to make you cum.”

“Fuck you.”

Any remnants of strength was now spent on those last words, as the rest was spared to support her oncoming orgasm, the one she could feel clawing, sucking all senses up as though preparing for an implosion.

“That’s right…” He whispered. “Fuck me. Your first and your last.”

His ominous tone had her guts churning, which in some sick sense only added to the pooling dam that was about to snap inside her, but she kept her eyes wide, further digging into what his words meant, wondering if this would be her last day on earth, wondering if Bakugo would be the last person she'd ever see, ever feel, ever touch.

“You look like I’m gonna kill you.” He observed as he curled his fingers once again, making her hips buckle into his hand, which in turn made him grin. “Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you…”

His head dipped so that he could nibble at her neck, lick up the tender flesh with his fingers pumping in and out of her, coated in slick, collecting and drenching in his palm.

“I’m just gonna make sure no one ever touches what’s mine again…”

She couldn’t explain why the growl in his voice had her abdomen doing flips.

“Including that fuckface slut you call a mother.”

His fingers scissored, her back arching as she moaned.

“You’ll be lucky I even let you graduate.”

She couldn’t quite catch what he was saying anymore, just the lilt in his tone which had her falling apart beneath him, the walls of her pussy fluttering in pleasure.

“People go missing all the time.”

Her toes curled and she braced herself.

“That way I can have you all for myself.”

His warm lips pressed against her neck, his growls reverberating on her skin.

“All mine.”

His fingers poked at something that was about to burst and as she wanted to climb further up on the bed to escape it, she also wanted him to follow.

“Where you belong.”

And there it was, body melting into the mattress, all shame obsolete in those seconds.

Unable to see him lick her orgasm off his fingers as her eyes had crossed and traveled way too far into the back of her skull.

Unable to prepare for his kiss as her mouth hung open, soft feeble moans cut loose into the air, captured by Bakugo’s mouth.

She didn’t catch the second he stopped kissing her, nor did she catch the moment he got off the bed.

She must have fallen asleep for a short while because when she opened her eyes again Bakugo was dressed, rummaging through cabinets containing worn out clothes and things like it, seeming displeased with most of what he found.

She looked to her side, where placed on the bed was a towel, fresh underwear and a bra.

She motioned for the towel first, feeling the shameful wet stickiness between her thighs, hurriedly wiping it clean before putting on her garments, looking up to see Bakugo staring at her, having found something suitable to dress her in.

“Put this on.”

She didn’t bother looking at what he’d so graciously offered her of her own clothes.

Her eyes narrowed at him instead.

“I don’t want your help.” She sneered, looking away, crossing her arms over her chest as so to hide herself from his piercing gaze.

His fingertips were quick in clutching her cheeks, raking them into her skin as he turned her head back to look at him.

“Too bad, you need it.”

The fabric was cast at her lap unceremoniously, the soft silky feel cold against her bare thighs.

“Put it on.” The growl was followed by him removing his hand with a push.

She huffed before looking down at the presented article, wondering what Bakugo wanted to dress her up in, her lips forming a disgusted snarl.

“It’s my mother’s.”

The yellow summer-dress, flowy and frilly in texture, something she’d never wear, something Bakugo knew well she would never wear.

“It’d go to waste on her.”

This made her look up, curiosity or maybe even a form of flattery evident in the curl between her brows.

The sudden eye-contact catching Bakugo off guard as he’d shared the uncharacteristically tender opinion of the girl out loud.

He scoffed, crimson eyes darkening in an attempt to hide the building flustered panic, masking it with a growl instead.

“Put it on, I won’t ask again.”

She fingered the fabric for a while longer before treading it on over her head, letting the skirt dress her thighs with a featherlight fall.

Looking like a spring-daydream, not at all as though she’d just lived through a nightmare.

With her drying hair falling in messy curled tousles down her shoulders, Bakugo reached out a hand to fasten the small wispy strands coming to tickle her forehead behind her ear, grabbing her wrists in favor of her hand when he pulled her up.

“Let’s go. I can’t stand this shithole.”

Wondering if he should have said that he couldn’t stand her in that shithole instead.

TIP-JAR

PART ONE

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“I’ll Love You Always” (Nana Shimura x Female Sidekick Reader)

Summary: Becoming a pro hero was not in your agenda until one day when you’re faced against a murderous man assaulting a woman. After defeating him you become involved with a famous pro hero. One you end up working with.

Author Note: At the time of writing this Nana's hero name isn't known yet so in this story her hero name will be, "One for all". This was originally made for a writing contest. I did some major editing to this, so I hope you enjoy the story.

Word Count: 8k

Your role as a sidekick to the number one hero in the entire world didn't start out so soon in your career. You've been a pro hero since your late teens at the tender age of nineteen which was shortly after you graduated high school. Becoming a full time super hero wasn't in your agenda until you turned eighteen. College proved to be very hard for you and you weren't happy with the path you chose for your education. You dropped out of school to work until you figured out what path you would want for your future. One day after work you were taking out the trash when you heard someone screaming in the same alley you were taking out the trash in.

Investigating you found a woman getting mugged by a villain. You recognized him from television he is known as "Igneous" he is known for his dangerous magma quirks. He can control lava and create it from the tips of his fingers. You're not sure what his other abilities are but you know this couldn't be good. You may not be a hero but you can't let this man hurt this defenseless woman. This villain is known for touching woman inappropriately as well. He's done so to many victims and female heroes. He is widely labeled as a pervert. You grab a crowbar in the back already having a plan to save this woman. You sneak behind a nearby dumpster kneeling down while you wait for an opening. You must be extra careful because the alley is so thin. Luckily it's filled with dirt and trash so you can go undetected. You use your quirk, "Five senses" to listen to this creep carefully.

"Don't worry we are all alone. I won't harm you. Be nice and quiet and you'll be rewarded."

"Please don't touch me! You can have my purse! You can have anything just leave me alone!"

The woman is in tears as this man holds her by the neck lifting her off the ground while she keeps begging. The young woman is strawberry blonde with long locks of curls her outfit consists of a white short sleeve shirt, skinny jeans, and pink high heels. This man grunts in anger pushing her up against the dirty brick wall. She screams in pain from the force put on her tiny back. You look at the man waiting for him to have his guard down. It appears he must've done this before because he is very aware of his surroundings. You can easily tell with your quirk since your super human hearing can pick up on his eyeballs shifting side to side. His outfit is really weird to you since it's new. It honestly wasn't what you were expecting for a magma quirk user. He wears baggy gray cargo pants and a red top, his hands have red leather fingerless gloves while his face is covered with a weird looking blocky mask made of stone. His cheek bones have what appears to be patches of rock growing out of them. His eyes are a glowing orange adding to his already creepy appearance. Finally his hair is a spiky orange sticking up in short waves. You lift up the crowbar getting ready to strike.

"Shut up!! I'll take your purse no doubt about it but I want more from you, hottie." He licks his lips laughing.

While he is laughing you immediately put your plan in action hitting him in the back of the head as hard as you can. He grunts in pain turning around but its too late you use your other quirk to punch this man in the face. You can visibly see his face pressing in as if it were dough. You knew he wouldn't be able to handle such a blow. He is thrown into the brick wall to the right side of the alley where his body left a big indent after he fell to the ground. His nose is broken, bruised, and bloody from your quirk "air punch" an ability allowing you to throw punches kilometers away. Close range is perfect for offense and you make sure to hold back so you didn't kill the harasser. He didn't get back up. His body is left on the ground. You know he wouldn't be waking up for at least a couple hours. The woman looks at you with relief she then took notice of your uniform for the nearby convenience store.

"Sorry I didn't save you sooner I had to catch him when his guard was down. I'm glad I heard you two when I did."

"Don't apologize you saved me! Thank you, thank you!!" She said with tears of joy.

You led her into the store where you told your manager what happened. You two phoned the police immediately while the woman was given a drink to relax. She had bruising on her back while her neck was sore she didn't have any serious injuries thankfully. The police arrived shortly arresting the villain on the spot. They couldn't believe you defeated such a well known villain. You explained everything to them since you know the law very well. You made sure they knew it was all in self defense since you're not a pro hero. The next day it was all over the news that a citizen defeated him, putting him behind bars. A news reporter went as far as wanting an interview with you but you didn't want the villain knowing your identity. Too bad for you because the blonde you rescued chose to talk about you. She mentioned you live on the news thanking you. She spoke so highly of you that it didn't matter she gave away your full name. It was embarrassing dealing with people who stopped by the convenience store after the publicity you gained. Everyone kept calling you a hero and complimenting you. It was a bit much since you're not used to attention. It wouldn't be until weeks after you'd really regret your identity on the news because Igneous escaped jail with revenge in mind.

One night after a long shift you're walking home. You pass by a huge construction site walking calmly on the sidewalk. Eager to arrive home you're pace is quick but you're in for a big shock when the wooden fence next to you is blown up. You fall to the ground looking up to see splats of lava while tiny flames are left on what is left of the fence. Nearby Igneous stood in a orange prison jump suit with his hair resembling a lava lamp. He is shirtless so the orange sleeves are tied around his waist while his thick boots stomp loudly as he walks closer to you. His eyes glow with fires of vengeance. His wicked grin is eager to kill you but you also notice lust. You swallow hard wondering how you could defend yourself from such a menacing villain his quirk would allow him to kill you easily. You feel as good as dead since he has killed plenty of heroes in the past. He began laughing upon noticing your terrified gaze.

"What's wrong? I thought you were a hero? You're not going to send me behind bars again? Why not try punching my face? I promise I'll like it this time. I love playing rough."

His finger tips have drops of lava leaving them while he laughed some more. You stand back up knowing you could easily escape but this man would easily put others in danger by melting buildings or even pedestrians. You're no coward either but you must find a way of defeating him so he doesn't find you again. Another good punch could knock him out again. Your abilities are stronger than this man believes and you'll prove it. You give him a death glare letting him know he should kindly turn away.

"You know what you did was wrong. You left me no choice if I wasn't going to turn you in I know you would try killing me. Leave me alone or I'll knock you out again."

"Gahaha! Don't get cocky! After one punch you honestly think you can defeat me?! Look at you! You're a tiny girl with no experience! If you give up now I won't kill you." He licked his lips again scanning your body up and down.

His intentions with you are clear, he wasn't looking to kill you. This sick twisted man desired to torture you he knew it would be more fulfilling to him.

"I'm not a hero but I'm also not defenseless either. I won't allow you to go around hurting others ever again. Hero or not."

"Then give it your best shot! I'll let you give the first hit!" He shouts with his arms wide open.

You extend your arm out with a fist. You gently give a punch to the air aiming in his direction. He took notice of wind blowing around him from the force of your punch but it did nothing to him at least not yet. He begins laughing in amusement until finally he his flung in the air a moment later. He hits a nearby scissor lift. His chest unaffected as he bent the poor thing in half from both the landing and his quirk. The metal slowly melts as his 'hair' and finger tips drip more lava onto the construction equipment.

"Guess you're stronger than I expected. Don't worry I'm not an easy opponent, sweetheart." He said while wiping blood off the corner of his lip.

"I won't go easy on you. Give up now or I'll have to use more force."

He ignored your words choosing to jump toward you as he shot lava at you. You're already prepared for the attack thanks to your "five senses" quirk. You dodge the second he shot at you. He also wasn't expecting such reflexes. He doesn't know your quirks so it may give you an upper hand. You punch the air again but in a new stance. One that made your muscles flex when you punch the air again. He saw them coming so he kept dodging them as you sent waves of punches that kept hitting different areas of the construction site. You could see he was surprised you destroyed the equipment with little effort. You're definitely holding back but it didn't matter to him. He had his fingers shoot out lava in a huge burst so he can hurl himself high in the air. Perfect, he doesn't know it but your "air punch" quirk can shoot up to one kilometer. An impressive distance due to training and being in top shape. The distance will depend on your stamina if you don't have enough energy the distance will become short. So short it will become as minuscule as a couple feet long. You send another punch in the air despite him being about twelve feet in the air. He is thrown into the construction building crashing into all kinds of different equipment yet again. Bruises cover his arms and cheeks. He stood up clutching his right arm with malice written across his face. He threw clumps of lava at you in groups knowing you couldn't possibly evade.

"Magma Burst!!"

Using fifth senses again you put your enhanced eyesight and hearing to good use in order to dodge the lava puddles thrown at you. You continue throwing punches but this time with more force. The lava is thrown back thanks to sheer force. After evading you punch at the construction building causing him to fall. He propels himself back in the air as if he were a rocket. His destructive quirk causes the dirt on the ground to create craters while surrounding the area almost as if it were puddles of mud. Construction equipment is melting away while steam appears disintegrating into the air. The air you're breathing is becoming hazardous from the small flames in the area. Igneous began laughing while you used your powers to aim directly where he will be. Catching him midair he is thrown back into metal beams. While he is about to get back up you hit him with another air punch but this time it's surrounded with waves of blue. His body bumps into more beams bending them while he is shouting in agony. Once more did the trick and he was left on the ground defenseless. You take this moment to look at your surroundings the flames in the area from his quirk will create a huge fire. Igneous began laughing his sadistic eyes glow as he spoke to you in panted breathes.

"Run if you want but I'll escape again. Mark my words I will have my way with you and I will make sure you regret ever putting me in prison."

You don't know how to respond until out of no where another voice replies for you. The both of you look over to see a hero none of you would expect at such a time. A tall woman with a strong built known as "One for all". You felt so lucky she arrived when she did because there is no way this guy could defeat the number one hero. Igneous had eyes filled with fear witnessing such a hero standing before him with a huge smile on her face.

"I see you're busy here, Igneous. Escaping prison and harming a girl are you?"

Igneous felt his throat dry with a gulp. He looks over to you figuring he will possibly get away if he were to catch you off guard and hold you as a hostage. He underestimated the both of you as the heroine kicked him in the chest after you dodged his hands. She was impressed with such reflexes. She could tell you were ready to punch him if necessary. Igneous fell to the ground once more groaning in pain. He knew his body is covered in bruises thanks to you. He looks up, not quite ready to give up yet. One for all slung you over her shoulder while she jumps a safe distance from the magma user. He felt his face red with anger for ruining his revenge.

"Damn you!! She was the one who placed me in that hell hole!! Get back here!! Get back here before I kill you both!!" He yells with a deep growl of vengeance.

One for all placed you back onto the ground she gets a better look at you recognizing you from the news. She could tell you were fighting Igneous based on your sweaty work uniform. It wasn't safe to be fighting him, not with the air filled with fire fumes.

"Stay here and contact the officials. I'll have him brought to justice again."

Her eyes are filled with confidence. She gave a great leap toward the villain, punching him. When he hits another beam she took notice of a broken beam on the ground instantly picking it up. His quirk is dangerous so she would need a form of defense. It seems as though she isn't the only one with a form of defense. Igneous stood up laughing maniacally while his body became covered in rock growing out from his skin. It's an armor of rocks forming protection. His glowing orange eyes look over to you with sadistic joy.

"I underestimated you! Now I know I'll have to take you seriously! I won't give you another chance to hurt me! After I defeat this broad I'll have you all to myself, sexy!"

His laughter continued until he is hit with a metal beam. The pro hero wasn't happy with his inappropriate words toward you.

"If you think I'll give you that chance you're sorely mistaken."

"Show me what you got! After I'm done with her you're next!"

You made a call to nine-one-one immediately before witnessing their fight. You couldn't help staying. What if his lava quirk manages to harm her? You won't be in the way either, not when you're able to punch in such a long distance. You use your super human eye sight to look for an opening to accurately hit him if necessary. She is number one hero but it didn't mean this crook wouldn't play dirty. He kept shooting lava hoping to injure her anyway he could. He couldn't land one hit so he brings out another ability the both of you didn't know. From his hand he commands something to rise from the ground. The both of you see a mini volcano on the ground. Its at this point an eruption shot out the mini mountain allowing for him to control the lava. You and one for all are thinking of any possible solutions for defeating him. You come to an important realization.

"I can't allow him to hurt the innocent any longer! He has plenty of victims whom he has killed and tortured! If it continues it could ruin lives! Death or not his intentions with me and the blonde woman were clear. He could continue to hurt others. Possibly killing more heroes all who sacrifice so much to save the world. I won't let him! It's up to me! I'm the only one that has the power to defeat him!" You think to yourself knowing exactly what you will tell him.

"I can't allow you to kill and torture anymore victims! Heroes stand tall as a hope to make sure the world is a better place! If you go around killing them it gives us no hope in such a big and dangerous world. We can believe in a better world where heroes exist!"

"You're naïve if you think the world will become a better place. Heroes can turn evil and crime will always exist. You're living in a dream world if you think a world filled with peace exists."

"You're wrong! They're the answer to the sick sad world you believe in! That's why heroes exist! So we can keep believing! So they can give hope for a better world!"

You decide enough is enough and make a stance with both feet planted firmly apart. You held your head up high giving two solid blows to the air directed to your heated target.

"Kilometer shot!!" You shout being sure to hit him with only half your power. Any more would be too much for him to handle.

Your punches hit him with a force sending him flying up in the sky. It was beautiful. The blue waves that surround his body were a sight to see. It was hard to believe they could inflict pain. Igneous could be heard screaming from the sky. His body ached with such pain he was ready to faint from all the intense pain. He is hundreds of feet in the sky with such power you inflicted upon him. You knew it wasn't your place to hit him but if one for all continued fighting him she would've possibly been hit with lava. Something you couldn't bare witnessing to such an accomplished hero. You look over to her thinking she will lecture you but upon her face is a great smile. She gets ready to catch Igneous who already fainted midair. His body is no longer covered in rocky armor and his quirk is no longer a threat. She leaps into the air jumping several feet high as if she would jump over a skyscraper. She caught him. Placing his limp body around her shoulders as she is landing onto the ground in a huge crash. It created a small crater around her feet. She placed him onto the ground then quickly cast her eyes on you. You didn't know it but earlier while you were talking to Igneous about heroes she was impressed. She takes pride in protecting others. She was touched by your sense of justice. She never heard someone speak about heroes in such a way. Not to a villain that is. Many would think you're wasting your time talking to Igneous but she didn't think so. She could tell you meant your words with every inch of your being. All of which she admired.

"Your name is Y/n correct? I couldn't help being impressed by your words toward Igneous. True heroes like you and I know why we exist. Many fail to realize this sometimes and in a world filled with destructive people we need more people like you."

You are completely speechless. You a hero? If the worlds number one hero believes you have what it takes then perhaps this is your path. A path to becoming a pro hero. You look at one for all directly in the eyes as you spoke.

"I'm proud to know the number one hero thinks this. You truly are the real deal. If you think I have what it takes then I trust your word. For now lets tell the police you were the hero tonight but know that next time we meet I'll be someone dedicated to a better world."

The police arrive at the scene immediately arresting Igneous. He is sent to get his wounds treated before being sent to prison. The news was all over the recapturing of such a perilous villain. It didn't come as a surprise the number one hero "defeated" him. One for all would never forget this night.

🖤🤍❤💛

After such a faithful night you dedicate yourself to training in becoming a pro hero. You put your body in a strict diet and exercise routine to achieve your goals. You're fit sure but not in shape for the pro hero business. After months of training you made a hero costume for yourself. You decide to pick out a mask. A white mask is your final decision along with a white cape as a nod to your idol hero, One for all. Your costume is a skin tight black body suit it has no collar in fact it reveals your shoulders while your cape wraps around your neck like a scarf, the sleeves reach just below the elbow, heavy combat boots of your favorite color, around the waist is a belt with your hero name initials in a shiny golden color. You decide your hero name is "Kilometer Shot" based on your most powerful attack. You desire it to be your trademark attack as a pro hero. Today you'll start your first day as a hero. It will be a new beginning to your life. You've heard from a group of thugs in the alley by your job discussing a heist in hopes of robbing the bank in downtown tonight. You use your quirk to punch the ground, jumping from building rooftops. You hide on the rooftop nearby to investigate the area. Shortly you find the group in a truck wearing ski masks. Three leave the truck while one sat in the car. You smile already knowing your plan as you open the door to the truck cracking your knuckles.

All three leave the building by smashing through the wall laughing. By the time they open the door to the truck its too late. You use your quirk to punch them against the wall. Two faint from such an intense hit while the third stood up using his quirk to grow four more extra arms. He begins laughing since he truly has no clue who you are. He underestimates you as a newbie. You dodge his punches as well as a dumpster he attempts hitting you with. In no time you have each thrown in the truck tied up with their own rope they kept in the back. You're glad you didn't require using your "five senses" quirk because the alarm coming from the bank is already loud enough as it is. You grab the bags filled with cash throwing them back into the building while you wait for police to arrive. You sure hope no other hero arrives because you have the entire situation taken care of. Unfortunately it isn't the case when one of the thieves woke up breaking the rope with his sheer muscles. You notice he is the only one wearing a tank top and for good reason too. He must have a quirk that allows his muscles to grow on command.

"Don't think you have the upper hand. I don't care if you’re some wannabe hero. I'll take you down in five seconds flat."

"I am a hero. Don't be so cocky." You say ready to punch the air.

You give him a threatening punch to the chest you're sure it will leave a huge mark. It definitely hurt but he is still standing. He charges after you to give you a hit but you're able to punch the ground making yourself leap in the air. His head crashes into the wall of the building next door. He falls to the ground while the wall has a noticeable hole. You give this thug another punch being sure to aim for his head. He tries dodging so you hit his leg instead.

"Damn you!!! Get back here so I can crush your skull!!"

You land on top of the truck to punch him again.

"Air punch!" You shout while your hands glow a neon blue.

From your fist a glowing fist appears swinging at the mans cheek. He is thrown into the wall again while you use five senses to pay extra attention to your surroundings in case the other criminals in the truck awaken from the fight. The thief is quite the brute he has huge muscles with scars and tattoos covering his body. His face isn't recognizable from the ski mask but his eyes are green, they're filled with exasperation. His muscles then grow larger with several veins appearing his large hands. He lifts up the car you're standing on.

"What are you doing?! The others are still inside!!"

"I wouldn't worry about them right now if I were you."

His twisted grin gave you the warning to move out of the way. Out of no where another hero arrives catching the truck. You gasp while the thief gave a worrisome sounding grunt. The hero is none other than One for all. She is smiling ever so brightly.

"I see I arrived in time. Will you give up or put up a fight?" She asks in her confident smooth voice.

"Don't count on it!!"

"Is that so? You do realize you're surrounded. The police are here. Do you still wish to fight?" She said while placing the truck back down.

He began looking around noticing the police truly are here. Inside the bank, out the entrance of the alley, and on the rooftops nearby.

"This is your fault!! Who are you!? I can't believe I'll be captured because of some puny hero!"

"I'm Kilometer Shot. This is your own fault. Robbing the bank is a crime and you already know it." You respond with consequential eyes.

He released a loud scream along with inappropriate curses before charging at you. Together you and One for all dodge his attack with each of you grabbing an arm then slamming him to the ground, pinning him. Various officers rush to the scene with handcuffs for every thief while other officials check the inside of the bank. Every thief is thrown inside the back of a police car. While the officers are busy at work, One for all looks over to you curiously.

"You.. I haven't seen a hero like you around. Are you the new promised hero I met a while back?" She asks with an enthusiastic grin.

You wink with a small laugh.

"A hero never reveals their identity. I can say you've made quite an impact on my life and I did promise to meet you again."

"Then I am happy to meet you Kilometer Shot. We made a great team."

Before you could respond a news reporter along with her camera man run toward the both of you. She held out her microphone toward One for all.

"One for all! Did you put those robbers to justice? And is this woman next to you a sidekick perhaps?"

You froze not expecting such an accusation. The number one heroine laughed into the mic.

"My partner was the one to bring those men to justice." She hooked her arm around your shoulder as she spoke.

"So you're telling me and the viewers at home she is truly your sidekick?? Miss! What is your name!"

One for all pats your back while laughing at your surprised yet elated smile. The look in her eyes told you she truly meant what she said.

"I am Kilometer Shot and I am her sidekick!" You say with confidence directly toward the camera.

"You heard them folks! The infamous hero now has a sidekick! What will this duo do together in the future?"

After the news report on live t.v. you became widely known all over newspapers, internet, and just about everyone. The number one hero having a sidekick? It had only been a week. How could it spread like wild fire so quickly? Seems as though everyone would like to know more about you. You sat in your living room watching another pro hero discussion about you. While eating your breakfast you hear the doorbell. You open the door to see a fit woman with curled dark hair her eyes are familiar but her wardrobe spoke of a gym rat. She wears gym shorts and a tank top with sneakers. All the colors of light blue and white. You don't recognize her until she greets you with your full name in a recognizable voice.

"May I come in?" She chuckled lightly.

"Yes..! Please come right in!"

This woman is none other than One for all. She looks quite different with her hair down but it didn't take long for you to know immediately. How could you not? She is your idol. You wish you cleaned your apartment some more before she arrived. Seated on the couch the both of you chat. She noticed the channel you're watching then looks over to you.

"You're probably wondering how I found your home. I asked your boss since I still remembered where your job is. He gave me the directions once I told him I'm a relative. I came here to ask you more. If you're truly okay with becoming my sidekick."

"I-I really am. Fighting crime together will be slightly better than going alone. I might be new but I am a determined hero. I know I have what it takes!"

"Wonderful. I wasn't sure if it was too much pressure for you."

"Not at all. Though I do have a few questions... if we're going to be fighting crime and you know my identity. What is your name?"

"That's right. My name is Nana Shimura. Pleased to meet you."

"Nice meeting you Nana. Now that we have that out of the way. I was wondering why you chose me? Was there any particular reason or were you already looking for a partner in crime?"

"Now that you mention it.. I wasn't looking for a partner but with you I saw your potential. When we faced Igneous you had said some words even I was surprised to hear. They really stuck with me. During my career as a pro hero no one ever spoke about heroes with such sincerity. It's always popularity and never about our true purpose. You spoke to him as if you were a hero. Your ideals mark the words of a true hero."

She left you speechless how are you to respond? The number one hero calling you a true hero. She spoke about you with such praise. Some one you look up to is now viewing you with such admiration. You felt bashful she looks to you as someone she can rely on now. You reach out to her with confident eyes letting her know you will always have her back. You two shake hands in agreement. Yes this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

❤🤍🖤💛❤

One for all and Kilometer Shot became very widely known heroes. The both of you truly did make a good team. Many threats to the city were taken care of thanks to the both of you. As a crime stopping duo the both of you defeated many villains on the way. It became months of you two working hard that led to wide spread notoriety. You got to know about all her abilities just as she did with yours. As main targets to villain groups and enemies it became increasingly dangerous with every criminal you two fought. Not only did your reputations rise but so did your friendship. She got to know everything about you. Same could be said with you. You knew almost everything about her. What schools she went to and her personal life. It was only a matter of time until you became infatuated by her. Yes.. you grew a crush on her more so than you thought. You fell in love with Nana. She became someone whom you could always rely on. She's everything you want in a lover. Kind, compassionate, confident, heroic and full of wisdom. To you her wisdom always shine through just as her big heart. She's so selfless always thinking about others just as you do.

You feel the few reasons she would deny your feelings is for more than simply not returning your feelings. Rather you're afraid her past would prevent such a relationship. She has shared her past with her husband and child how both passed away tragically in a fight with a villain. Her husband was killed while her child died in a fire from a house fire caused by the villain. It may have been four years ago but to this day she has a hard time talking about the subject. Why bother? As heartbreaking as her past is it doesn't mean it's not a one sided love. She will only see you as her friend and sidekick. You could never bring yourself to tell her the truth. These feelings must never be admitted to her. There is no telling how she could react but you know for a fact it could ruin your friendship. Its something you'd never risk. Your friendship with Nana is most important to you even above your own life. She truly means the world to you. You know you two would be best friends forever.

You receive a call from Nana asking you to meet her at an abandoned building where a group of criminals have hostages locked inside. She explains the group are trying to make off with an expensive artifact worth over one million. Five men including a dangerous convict with a tsunami quirk. She was told to save the hostages but there is no way she could do it alone. You change into your costume leaving your apartment immediately before something could happen to the hostages. Luckily you know a route around the apartment complex where you know you will not be seen. You arrive to the scene with One for all waiting for you. She is relieved to see you upon greeting her. She continued to explain more of the situation.

"We aren't sure how many hostages there could be but we do know the criminal plans to flood the building if the police doesn't prevent him from escaping."

"Would you like me to distract them while you save the hostages? I could easily dodge their attacks with my speed."

"Sounds like a plan. You know what to do."

She gave you a wink going through the back while you jump on top of the building crashing through a window to shatter it. They recognize you, aiming their harpoon weapons at you. You dodge every sharp weapon with the intention of stabbing you.

"I'll kill you!!!" One of the buff men scream grabbing a gun.

The others in the group continuously shoot bullets at you but they each miss. Your keen eyesight and hearing from your quirk made it impossible for them to catch you. Finally the leader commands them to stop so he could hurt you instead.

"Enough!! I'll take care of her!! Grab the hostages so we can escape. NOW!!"

"Boss they're gone!!"

"What do we do?!"

"You can't be serious!! Where did they go!?" He commands you to answer with his hands ready to shoot at you.

You're sure he might be the man who is able to control tsunami's as your partner mentioned earlier. You give him a serious expression while you get ready to activate your quirk in case he got any bright ideas. You didn't answer him causing his face to contort into an expression of rage. Two of his men are thrown across the building thanks to your partner punching them with her quirk. The rest look over to her allowing you to punch his other two men with multiple punches of your own. His lackies stand back up to aim their guns at the both of you. Dodging their bullets you aim more of your jet-like punches in their direction sending them flying into One for all so she could land another hit.

"You underestimate us! The hostages are now safe and we will be sure you're brought to justice!" You shout while throwing air punches.

"Don't think you have the upper hand. I can still kill you both!"

"Kilometer shot, be careful!" One for all shouts before jumping behind the crook to land another blow to his skull.

He took her wrist throwing her toward the moldy bricked wall of the building. Her side is scraped up along with her arm. Nothing too critical for her but it still stung. You give him a punch to the face but it did nothing to him. He began laughing while trying to grab your wrist as well. His lackeys try going after One for all but her speed and strength overwhelm them.

"I am not a newbie. Do your best!" You shout aiming a direct blow to his abdomen.

Your body is surrounded by blue waves while your fists glow a familiar neon blue. He screams in agony clutching the huge indent your fist left in his gut. His sharp teeth are exposed while he screams. Him along with the others are wearing multicolored ski masks. You rip off the mask from his face to identify him and gasp.

"You're.... it can't be..!"

"That's right! Long time no see, sweetheart. Remember me from the aquarium? Don't think I forgot about it!! I'll take my revenge today! You're both screwed and I'll start with you Kilometer shot!"

"You may have escaped prison, Tank but I won't allow you to harm others any longer."

"Don't worry I'll save you the trouble of witnessing it by taking your life!"

"Don't count on it!"

He is a shark man you and one for all put to jail months back. He vowed to get revenge on both of you. He has slaughtered the innocent for mistreatment to his kind at the aquarium. His visible scars on his blue skinned body is very intimidating. That tied with his black long sleeved shirt and pants making his body look bigger some how. He stands at seven feet tall with large muscles you're sure he can crack any skull with. While the two of you are fighting, One for all is taking care of his men. They prove to be trouble with their fire quirks. Nothing she can't handle but she is left with some burns and scratches. You decide you will strike this man until he is no longer able to fight. His quirk will prove to be troublesome you know it all too well. Your fists immediately make contact with his abdomen but it doesn't do as much damage as planned.

"Is that all!? You'll have to do better if you plan on defeating me!"

He gave you a punch to the face sending you flying across the area. You stand back up with ease being sure to summon your ability.

"Kilometer shot!!!"

Hitting his abdomen once more your punch really dealt damage this time around. He fell to his knees while you heard flames in the background getting thrown. You look over noticing two men down while your partner continued fighting each with her powerful punches. Her outfit is slightly burnt while her cape is burnt to a crisp. Your opponent in front of you began chuckling.

"You really have no idea what we are about to do. You both will die while we escape and there isn't nothing you can do about it."

"What are you talking about?" You ask with seriousness.

You hear an explosion looking over at your partner who is face down on the ground with some flames on her body. Your eyes widen but its too late for you to react. Tank made great use of his quirk by hitting you with a huge wave with his tsunami quirk. Meanwhile his henchmen use their quirks to burn down a hole in the ceiling while the place is flooded. You use your quirk maneuvering toward One for all to save her. She is floating and luckily you jump in the water placing her on your back. You heard laughter while the awful men put the entire abandoned building on fire. You look around frantically doing your best to think of a plan ignoring the two floating charcoal covered bodies. There is no way they could've survived such an explosion. You smell something foul then look over your shoulder to see a trail of gas with fire engulfing it on top of the water.

"When did they have time to spill gas? Did one of the men see some in this building??" You thought while thinking back.

You knew you must've been distracted to notice. There was too many to keep an eye on. This abandoned place could be holding anything. The water is holding different wooden crates and broken wood. At this rate it will be hard escaping and with the fumes in the air you're not sure how long you will survive. You begin using your quirk to punch the water beneath you but upon shooting yourself out the roof you held your head with one hand. One for all fell off of you prompting you to catch her arm. She slowly awakens until she realizes the situation. The roof maybe on fire but you are still standing on top with sweat across your face due to the heat. Your clothes are ripped and burnt while your cape is no longer around your shoulders.

"Nana! Hurry we must get out of here! Grab that wooden bar holding up the roof so you can climb up! I'm not sure if I can hold onto you any longer!"

She looks to you and the situation at hand. She gave you a smile as always causing you to be relieved.

"Don't worry about me!"

"Are you crazy?? Why?!"

"My arm is broken! It won't move."

Your eyes widen frightened for her. With both hands you try pulling back but its hard you're tired and hurt not to mention the high temperature atmosphere. She always told you to smile in hard situations but how could you now? At this rate you really will drop her you can barely stand up since your body is sore and weak.

"I'll get us out of this situation don't worry!" You shout with a worrisome tone.

"Y/n. If you don't let go you will fall in with me. The world needs more heroes if I'm gone who will take my place?"

Tears form in your eyes at the thought. It can't end this way not now. You couldn't bare to lose her she is precocious to you. You know she is brave and heroic but this isn't how her life should end. She is the best hero and the best person in your life there is no way you could let go. Brimming with emotions you speak your feelings out of fear.

"I-I can't! I can't Nana! If you die then you would leave this world with my broken heart! You deserve happiness and I wanted to see it for myself! Your deceased husband and son.. they meant the world to you but it isn't time to see them yet! Live your life for your friends.. for your fans.. for the people.. and.. and for me! I love you! Letting you go is like letting my life flash before my eyes I can't live without you. I know its pointless admitting it now but I don't care! I need you! Please Nana... don't give up!"

Your face may be in tears and Nana may be surprised by such a confession but she is happy. She is smiling with tears of joy. She always loved you too but she wasn't sure if you would return her feelings. You two have known each other for a long time this is no surprise. The two of you grew feelings for each other.

"How could I be so blind.." She says looking up at you with pain and happiness in her eyes.

She didn't have a chance to respond since someone pulled the both of you back by flying off the roof. You're both shocked noticing another pro hero its none other than Gran Torino! He used his quirk to fly off the roof top safely landing onto the ground. You held onto Nana tightly as the both of you smile in relief. He seems surprised to witness both of you hugging and crying tears of joy. The whole place is surrounded with firefighters and police officers. The criminals are all pushed behind the back of a police vehicle in handcuffs. After you two are sent to paramedics you two return to your home thanks to Gran Torino. You two couldn't be more grateful to such a good friend going through all the trouble. Later you two sat in your living room looking to each other with big smiles.

"Y/n about earlier.. I want you to know I love you too. I've always had. I was foolish to let myself be so selfish. I was only trying to save you I hope you understand.."

"Nana I understand but next time we both have to try harder. It's fine to give a smile during hard situations but we must always try to find a way to seek everyone's safety. This includes your own well being. I don't ever want to risk losing you."

"Y/n... I love you..!" She cried hugging you.

You held her knowing how hard she tried smiling the entire time. In the end she would always sacrifice herself for others. She really is a true hero. You never want to see her cry again. You want her happiness for she has suffered alone long enough. As her partner in crime you will always be there for her but this is different. True love comes with its benefits. The kind you both desire in your lives. You look up at her ignoring the burns and dirt.

"Nana I'm in love with you too." You say with sincerity only your lover could ever witness in your eyes.

You two lean in for a well deserved kiss it didn't matter how bruised or burnt the both of you are. It didn't matter if you're both heroes, women, or on earth for that matter. You two held hands with your romantic kiss connecting you two. All that matters right now is the both you sharing a moment of redamancy. True love you two will cherish always.

#my hero academia #nana shimura x reader #female reader #hero reader #violence #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #mha fanfiction #reader insert #action

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Kinktober day 29

Marking w/ Kirishima

masterlist

I would like shark bites please, if you have pointy teeth I implore you to bite me

warnings: Jealousy/ posesivness, biting, brusing, rough sex,semi public sex, small size kink, muscle kink if you squint. Daddy kink

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: Kiri really isn’t a jealous guy, but I mean are you really complaining if you get Jealous sex with Daddy shark?

Kirishima fucking hated it when guys hit on you. Sure, you were hot so he understood why you were constantly being approached, but it still bothered him. It even made him even more pissed when there was nothing he could do about said flirting.

You were on a mission, pretending to be a ditsy college student drunk off your ass at a club and the target, a man selling illegal weapons, was eating your act up.

Every time you let out a giggle or batted the man's arm he fell deeper into your trap and spilled more of his secrets to you, all in an attempt to get you back to his place. And Kirishima got more upset. He was only here as back up, an extra set of hands if things got too out of control, but he swears he was just brought along to watch his girlfriend get handsy with someone else.

After a few torturous hours, you got all the information you needed and you left that asshole high and dry, sauntering out of the club. Kirishima was quick to follow, tailing you into the back ally. he caught you around your waist and pushed you against the club’s wall.

You smiled at him through hooded eyes.” facny meeting you here handsome,”

“shut up,” he growled

“Someone is jealous huh?” you teased before he crashed his lips to yours silencing you. you looped your arms around his neck, running your fingers rough his spiky hair and pulling him closer.

Kirishima nudged your legs open settling in the space between your thighs. The kiss is rough and possessive, with teeth clashing and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His large hands circled your waist lifting you and pinning you to the wall his bicepts buldging under his shirt.

You squeaked when he cupped your breasts roughly groping them. “it was torture watching him touch you,” he groaned, his mouth drifted to your jaw lightly nipping at your skin before landing on your neck.

“It was just for the mission Kiri,” you defended weakly, he huffed against your neck before sinking his teeth into the plush skin. You cried out as the sting of his teeth faded into pleasure, your body went limp in his arms, already submitting to him after just one bite.

“doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine,” he growled tugging on your breasts again. He pulled your dress down revealing your chest to the cool night air. his rough fingers grazing your hardening nipples.

“Erijou,” you moaned his teeth gnawing on your skin again.

“That's right baby moan my name, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good,” he growled his hands leaving your breasts and hiking up the skirt of your dress over your hips.

“such pretty panties,” Kirishima praised running his fingers over your lower lips, feeling the damp patch on the lacy fabric.

“who got you this wet Princess?”

“you did Ei,”

“and who does this pretty pussy belong too?”

“you, Ei-” you gasped one of his thick fingers dipped in your cunt, thrusting in and out of your wet heat.

“such a warm pussy for me,” He praised biting your collarbone this time sucking on the skin as he did, you knew it would leave a hickey. You wondered how many bruises you’d be left with.

“Eirijou please- please make me cum,” you whimpered, you didn’t care if he did it with his fingers or his cock you just needed to cum.

“yeah no one can make you cum like I can, That’s why you keep coming back to daddy,” he growled pulling his cock rutting his hard length between your thighs your wetness dripping down to coat his shaft.

“Please Daddy I need your cock,” you moaned dropping your hips slightly to grind on his cock harder, squeezing his dick with your thighs.

“you beg so nicely baby girl, do you beg like this for anyone else?” he asked reaching down to circle your clit

“n-no Erijou,”

“that’s right, only Daddy gets to hear you beg,” he purred suddenly he pushed your thighs apart, grabbing your legs with his large hands and pinning your back to the wall His cock head pushed into your entrance slowly followed by the rest of his length.

“Such a tight cunt for Daddy,” He groaned your pulpy walls fluttering around his fat cock as he stretched you out.

“Move, Ei please,” you panted pulling him by the back of his neck into another searing kiss. He started bucking his hips, at the beginning, his thrusts were shallow but he was quick to pick up the pace until his hips were snapping against yours with a fever.

Kirishima’s mouth traveled back to your neck, he bit and sucked marks into your collarbone and throat. Each new hickey was accompanied by a soft growl as Kirishima indulged himself.

“Mine, all mine,” He growled, His fingers dug into your thighs keeping your legs spread while he pounded into you. You wondered if his fingers would leave as many marks as his mouth.

a tight ball of pleasure built in your core while Kirishima railed into you, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Kiri I’m going to cum-” you warned panting against his neck

“Who’s making you feel this good Huh?” He growled against your throat

“y-you Kirishima, you’re making me feel so good,”

“That’s right, it’s my cock you’re cumming on,” He said, his growls reverberating against your neck.

“Erijou!” you cried clamping around his thick cock as you came. despite your cunt strangling him Kirishima managed to keep fucking you through your climax until he reached his own. painting your walls with his seed and claiming your insides as his too.

He helped you to your feet and fixed your dress as you caught your breath.

“These marks aren’t going to fade for like a week,” you complained as the two of you headed to your car. he grinned

“Yeah that’s kinda the point, Babe,”

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader smut #imagine kirishima smut #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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peppermintquartz · 2 years

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minific, Playroom!verse

Seth and Roman and Dean/Jon

Once they get the news, they fly out to New York together. First class, because Tyler insists that it will look bad if Roman takes coach, given Tyler flies either private or first class.

Seth doesn't mind. Now that he's a liaison for Tucker and Otis Pte Ltd and Batista International (as well as for a number of other firms - turns out Seth is very good at listening to other people's needs and wants and figuring out how to best satisfy all parties) he travels around every couple months, and he flies business most of the time.

It's a late night flight so Seth and Roman end up cuddling, Seth pressed up close to Roman and it's weird falling asleep in the plane with its too-dry air and occasional turbulence.

(Seth wakes to Roman's stiffy under his hand and starts groping, still drowsy, and gets a pinch in his thigh to make him behave. He and Roman are Not Like That, though Roman has been in the room when Finn plays with Seth and Tyler.)

Dean already gave them the address and the two take a cab, tipping him an extra fifty when the cabbie not only demonstrates a lack of self-preservation but also an incredible ability to ignore the rules of traffic and physics.

"It's Jon now," Dean tells them and grins, his buzzed hair and rough cheeks making him look like a brand new man. "Jon Moxley. Dean Ambrose had too much baggage."

Baggage like former cellmates looking for some muscle as backup, perhaps, or old unsettled debts. Dean - Jon - had a rash temper and not everyone forgives as easily as Seth.

(Finn does not like Dean. Jon. He has not forgotten the insult at their first meeting. But when Seth asked him for help for Dean and Renee, Finn pointed them to one of his forger friends in New York, a dapper master forger going by Nick Halden.

"I'm doing it because you asked," Finn said when Seth thanked him, "and if he screws up this identity, he's on his own.")

"You're our bro no matter what name you go by," Roman says and hugs him. "Man! You got big. What's Renee feeding you?"

"Takeout in New York is a wild adventure, man. We got every cuisine under the sun. Ever tried Kazakhstani?" Jon leads them into the apartment. It's not too bad, about one and half times as large as Roman's cramped two-room back when, and there is a corner stacked high with boxes of supplies.

"Her mom and dad came by last week with gifts," Jon says, his voice low Then he motions for the two guys to stay put, and goes into the master bedroom.

After a moment, he emerges, a precious bundle in his arms, and both Roman and Seth have to cover their mouths so they won't make some unmanly squeal that would wake the baby.

"Meet Chenille Dawn Moxley," Jon whispers. The gaze he casts at his baby girl is fierce with love. The baby squirms slightly and yawns. Jon strokes her tiny nose, a move filled with so much tenderness that Seth finds almost unbelievable, and fairly radiates bliss and joy when she reaches for his thick finger.

"She's perfect," Roman murmurs. He brushes two fingers over Chenille's arm. "You've got the most amazing parents, baby girl, and two uncles that will do anything for you."

Seth can't speak. He's still absorbing how soft this moment is, with his spiky and reckless best friend now a father, a protective and doting father to a baby not three weeks old, and Roman is right, there is nothing in his power Seth won't give to baby Chenille, the way there's nothing he won't give to Seffy if she asked.

Jon holds out the baby to Seth. "You wanna carry her?"

"But she's so... so fragile," Seth says, helpless and yearning, so Roman takes her instead. Chenille wrinkles her nose and Seth makes a very soft squee in the back of his throat.

Jon doesn't even needle him about it. "I keep thinking that she's gonna stop being cute, and then she just does something that makes her cuter. Before she was born I swore I won't be that father, you know the overly possessive one, but now I'm already ready to interrogate every boy and girl who wants to ask her out on a date."

"She's not even a month old," Seth says teasingly. Then he freezes when Roman puts the baby in his arms. Chenille is so soft and warm and vulnerable, oh god, what if he drops her, what if he hurts her the way he's carrying her, oh my god she's awake, she is squirming and trying to get away-

Jon rescues his daughter from Seth and shakes his head. "Ok, no babysitting duties for you until you learn how to carry a baby."

"Yeah, that's good." Seth breathes again. "I wish-"

He wishes he'd got to carry Seffy when she was a baby too, that he'd been there to see Roman as a new father, proud and worried and delighted and full of love for a little living creature that he had helped make.

Baby Chenille opens her eyes, blinks, and starts howling bloody murder. For a tiny baby she has incredible lung capacity.

Jon grimaces. "Okay, back to mama. She calms down faster when Renee has her."

As Jon goes back inside with his squalling burden, Seth pokes Roman in the ribs. "Was Seffy like that too?"

"Worse," says Roman, with a silly grin of reminiscence on his handsome face. "She'd cry till she was blue. Nothing soothed her; she had to cry herself out. We were terrified that she'd cry herself sick. That's why her nickname is Scary, coz she scared the bejesus outta both her mom and dad."

Seth hugged him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

Roman kisses the top of his friend's brow. "Me too. But you're here now."

"Dean is gonna be putty in that girl's hands."

"Yes he is."

#seth rollins #roman reigns #dean ambrose #jon moxley #finn's playroom #ficlets

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catzula · 3 years

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A kiss to warm your heart

A/N: Ahh I missed writing for Bakugou and its been a while since I had this much fun writing anything, I hope you guys enjoy it too >:(

And uh lets not make this one flop pls 😦

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warning: cursing

Genre: fluff! Mutual pining, some jealousy but not very prominent

Synopsis: going to a skiing trip for the weekend with you friends sounds like a good idea (not as much when you realize your crush, Bakugou Katsuki is coming, too!), but it's a bit hard to actually get to skiing when you can't ride the chair lift.

"Dips on the bed next to the window!" Mina rushed into the room, throwing herself on the said bed. You sent her a fake pout as you settled on the other bed, not really caring about it's location, but it was fun to guilt-trip Mina. She gave you a crooked grin as she laid her luggage on the ground, already unpacking.

"Change into your skiing clothes, Kiri told me we're going to go skiing in about half an hour."

"What? No! We just came, I'm tired." You protested, throwing yourself on the fluffy hotel bed, groaning and hoping you looked as yitrd as you felt so she would leave you alone.

"Y/N, stand up and wear your ski clothes? Please?" Mina held you by the arm, lulling you off the bed and thinking you were a little too strong for your own good.

"Oh, come on," she groaned when you sent her a 'leave me alone, I'm tired' look, "We're only here for two days, and we should use every chance we have! Also, it's tea time, and they are serving those little free cookies, so I'm sure you'll feel better if you just ate one."

"Yeah, all I need is cookies." You scoffed, making her grin. "Nope, all you need is Bakugou." Mina turned to the mirror and fluffed her hair, trying to look as indifferent as she could, failing at hiding her sly grin as she gave you a few seconds of silence to reconsider.

You sighed as you rushed down the stairs, evening your pace with Mina's. You always hated walking in ski clothing since it made you feel like a burrito: overheated, wrapped with layers and layers of clothing which rustled each time you moved, and very uncomfortable.

"Free cookies, you say? Are there brownies, too?"

~~~

You knew she wanted to talk about something by the way she kept turning at you and fidgeting her hands. "What is it?" You asked when Mina glanced at you for the fortieth time the last few minutes. "If it's about you-know-who, I don't wanna hear it, though."

"Mina-" you started to talk, but she stopped you before you could argue, although you were itching to go downstairs already because you felt like you were going to have a stroke if you stood indoors with these clothes. "Don't Mina me, and you know this is your best chance to confess to him! What are you even waiting for, for him to confess first?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Oh, come on!" She groaned, emphasizing the last word. "If you want to tell him, this is your chance!"

"Well, you're out of luck, then." Mina booped your nose. "We are talking about the worlds biggest tsundere after all. I doubt he'd say anything before you do."

She was right, and you knew it. "I know," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the way she grinned proudly. "But I'm not- I don't want to damage our friendship, you know? And I'm not ready for a rejection." You laughed wryly to ease the tension you were feeling.

"Rejection? Are you serious? You guys are so obvious that even Denki asked me if you were secretly dating. You are almost already dating, just neither of you accepted the feelings towards the other."

Well, it was true. You and Bakugou were a little closer than friends, maybe, but him every so often flirting with you or you meeting his gaze whenever you looked at him (which happened quite often, you had to admit) didn't necessarily mean he liked you back, did it?

"I'll- I'll do my best." You smiled at her, trying to change the subject since you were in the entrance of the sitting area. "Let's go eat something already. Do you see them?"

"Oh, I see Kiri." She spotted, grinning when she saw Bakugou frowning right next to him. "Look, Bakugou's there, too. Hey guys!" She waved at them, running towards the duo and pulling you along. You could see how his gaze snapped up at hearing Mina's voice, the red eyes finding yours immediately and a smirk replacing the frown on his lips.

He had no right to look this good even with snowboard clothes. His spiky hair messy because of the big ski glasses that rested on top of his head, the black, skin-tight thermals enhanced his well-built body, and his orange-striped ski pants looked like they fit him perfectly. You had to admit you were maybe a bit excited to see him snowboarding down the mountain.

"What, see something you like?" He grinned, whispering so only you could hear, frowning almost immediately after that when he turned to Mina. "Took you guys long enough."

"Yeah, don't tell me that, it was her who needed 30 minutes of convincing, although it was pretty easy to convince her after I said- well, never mind what." She grinned villainously when you sent her an 'I'll push you of a cliff if you say one more word' look.

Bakugou quirked a brow at the pink-skinned girl's sudden change of behavior but decided not to think about it much. "Oh my God, I'll pass out let's go ski already!" Kirishima chimed in, pulling on the thermals he was wearing that clung to him like a second skin, and you could feel the eyes that were looking his way as you walked through the lobby. "These clothes are waaay too warm to be wearing inside." He added, fanning himself with his hands.

He was right, and you felt suffocated, too, the clothes too warm, too tight, too much and too heavy, there were too many things to carry with you, all your hands occupied with another ski gear, and you were itching to throw them and run outside to the snow screaming.

You were glad when your friends complied, all making their way to the ski room. You spotted Mina running towards you, and her ski pants pouches were suspiciously full with something that resembled cookies. You quirked a brow at her, pointing at her bulky pockets, only to earn a grin from her. "You know, its a little snack for us to eat when we get hungry or bored on the longass chair lift ride."

"Hey Mina, send me a cookie!" Denki waved to you, making Mina grin knowingly. "See? There's demand."

You chuckled as you entered the ski room. Bakugou was already sitting on the bench, a jet black snowboard right beside him, the crimson of his eyes contrasting with the black of his board and clothes beautifully. His eyes raised to you when you entered the room, a smirk finding its place on his soft lips when your eyes wandered over the pretty snowboard.

You couldn't look away as he leaned forward to tie his shoes, arms flexing as he tightened them to fit his legs better, and your need to go running to the snow and maybe scream a few minutes had suddenly increased.

You were approaching him when you felt someone lightly touch your arm. It was a guy around your age, you noticed, smiling widely at you, and you could tell he worked there by the tag on his chest. Shindou Yo, it read. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, thank you." You muttered, feeling somewhat shy after taking a glance at his smiling face and noticing just how handsome he was. You followed him to the counter when he told you to come with you, making you forget the existence of the crimson gaze that was following you wherever you went.

You didn't feel it, but Bakugou watched you as you gave your name and room number to the charming boy, unaware (or maybe aware?) to his flirty remarks as he pulled out the skiing gear you rented, smiling and giggling as he said something Bakugou couldn't quite hear. You finally realized the dirty looks the blonde was sending you as Shindou kneeled before you to help you wear the ski shoes and gears, but even then, you only smiled and waved at Bakugou, not noticing how he gritted his teeth.

"Oh, fuck this." Bakugou muttered and raised to his legs, grabbing his snowboard and storming out of the room when Shindou laid his hand on your thigh to 'support' himself to stand up. "Bakugou?" You furrowed your brows and tilted your head when you noticed him sprinting outside. You quickly realized the rest of your friends had left, too.

Thanking Shnidou, you stood up, running out of the room, only to sigh in relief when you noticed your friends had gathered right outside of the hotel, Sero trying to help Denki wear his ski gears, but both failing miserably.

"Y/N, right here!" Mina called and waved at you, and it was hard not to see her in her shiny silver puffer jacket. "Oh, I thought you guys left without waiting for me." You spoke, breathless when you finally arrived next to them.

"Aw, we would never!" Mina chuckled. "Bakugou would, though. Did, also."

"What, he left?"

"Yep, said he was going to leave ahead since quote unquote, he couldn't wait for slow extras like us."

You frowned, you thought you would be together the whole day! So he wasn't going to stay with you guys for not even five minutes? "I'm going after him." You informed Mina, skiing as quickly as you could down the small slope, in which's end stood the beginning of the chair lift.

You quickly spotted the spiky ash blond head, holding the giant indigo snowboard in his hands with a very grumpy look on his face. You sighed, and he looked pissed. "Bakugou!" You called out, trying to get to him before his turn in the line came, not so nicely pushing people in front of you to draw near him.

"Bakugou!" You called once again, and this time you were sure he had heard but ignored you. "Hey, asshole!" You spoke, this time in a normal voice since you had finally drawn close to him, touching his arm to get his attention.

"What're you doing here?" Bakugou asked without taking as much as a glance at you and making you narrow your eyes. "What do you mean, what are you doing here?" You snapped.

"I said, what are you doing here? What, did your new boyfriend leave you already?"

"New boyfriend? What the hell are you talking about?" But instead of getting a rational answer, instead of getting any response, you watched as he gave you a soft 'hmph!' and turn back in front of him. You would've pushed the subject if it wasn't your turn in the line, and you were already regretting this as you entered the chair lift right after him.

~~~

"What the hell is your problem?" You muttered after sitting in silence for a good 15 minutes, you still had about 5 minutes till you landed, but it was enough for you to have and end this conversation, you thought.

"What is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? You were the one who chased me till here, after all." Bakugou growled in response, pulling the black ski mask down to his chin as he spoke. "I chased you because you left us and went ahead! We came here as a group, so why would you go off alone?"

"And what the fuck is this new boyfriend shit you're talking about?"

"Oh, you just had to bring him up." Bakugou muttered under his breath. "Shut up, idiot. We're going to land in a minute, so raise your legs." He instructed, pulling the safety bar over your head when you complied.

"You ready?" He asked when the chair came to the smooth surface, knowing very well how you struggled each time you landed from these things. "Okay," he answered when you nodded, instinctively taking your hand in his gloved ones, "one, two, jump!"

He jumped with you, holding and pulling you to himself when you lost your balance despite his instructions, and you could feel the breath he exhaled as he chuckled on your hair. "Don't laugh!" You frowned, only making him laugh harder. "Whatever, come here so the next ones to jump won't run into you." Bakugou pulled you to the side.

"Oh, look, Sero and Mina are in the ones right after this one!" You told and pointed to your friends, Mina waving in her hands in her seat like mad and shaking the chair in mid-air.

"I'm never riding this thing with Mina again." Sero took a breath of relief as they jumped down from the chair, too. "Don't worry the next ones are the single chair ones." Mina assured him with a cheeky grin, her response making both you and Bakugou gulp audibly.

"Oh, fuck."

"Oh, no!" You cried out.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, that's okay, Y/N, even I fall sometimes!" Mina assured you, not aware of how your situation was. "No, you don't understand." You told her. "I suck at them! I have the 1 out of 20 chance of arriving at the end of them without falling!"

"Oh my god." You rubbed your temples.

"She can't ride those single seat ones for her life." Bakugou answered instead of you.

"Yep, she's not even exaggerating." Bakugou assured her.

"Are you sure, you know we can help-"

"Shut up, raccoon eyes." Bakugou growled at her, making her shrug and wait in the line. "Okay, now." Bakugou turned to you. "Stop being so stiff. It's fucking easy if you just relax."

Mina quickly became aware of how sincere you were with your 18th failed attempt at the single-seat chair lifts. "You guys go ahead," Bakugou finally told them. "I'll help this idiot and come right after."

"I'm sorry for not wanting to fall on my butt again!" You gritted through your teeth as you nervously eyed the lift. "You won't fall on your ass if you just do as I say!" Bakugou snapped back. "Look at me, dumbass. It's alright."

He frowned when you stood still. "Look, I'll sit at the one right after you, okay? I'll catch you if you fall."

"Promise?" You asked, smiling when he nodded. "Well then, let's do this."

You watched as Kirishima went first, Denki going second, Mina following him, and Sero going right after. "Your turn, dumbass." Bakugou nudged you. "Look, we can try it a few minutes later if you don't feel ready-"

"No, no, it's okay." You smiled. "I can do it if I know you're there to catch me."

And you did.

For the first time that day, you managed to go more than a meter, still as stiff as ever, but a feeling of relief bubbling inside of you as you knew Bakugou was right behind you. "Whoo!" Mina cheered when she noticed you were riding it without falling the past minute.

"Did she do it?" Denki shouted from in front of you, and you giggled when you heard Kirishima whistling from the beginning of the line. "Did she do it, did she do- fuck!" You heard Denki's muffled curse, eyes widening in horror when you realized he fell as he tried to look back at you.

The idiot he is, Denki didn't even think of skidding to the side so he wouldn't cause Mina to fall, too, but he did. Mina accidentally kicked the blond, who sat dumbly on the floor, with her ski gears when she tried to raise her legs so she wouldn't tangle with him, but she did anyway.

"Oh, fuck, stand aside, stand aside!" Sero cried out, but the two on the ground were panicking and weren't thinking as they kept sitting in the middle of the path. Luckily, Mina managed to throw herself into the soft pile of snow the last second before Sero crushed into her, but Denki wasn't as quick.

"Denki, don't you fucking dare!" You shouted.

"You fucking idiot! Stop it, you're going to make me fall, too!" Sero shouted when he noticed Denki was sitting there intentionally, reaching and grabbing Sero's seat, making the gear pull the both of them.

You would've laughed at the sight if you weren't so scared of falling, since watching Denki hang from a seat by hands and the rest of his body get dragged on the snow, his face and body buried in the snow and screams muffled by all the snow he was eating as Sero slapped his fingers and tried to kick him off, was a sight to behold. But you let out a silent scream when Denki let go of Sero's seat, eyes finding you, his next prey.

"Kick him in the fucking face!" Bakugou shouted from right behind you, but you had lost your balance before you could even comply. Letting go of the rope you were holding on to, you let yourself fall on the snow and immediately retracting to the soft snow pile off the road.

"Bakugou?" You turned around, and Bakugou couldn't help but think how cute you looked, face red from lying in the snow, hair tangled. "Did Denki make you fall, too?" You chuckled, not even trying to stand up, snow was pretty comfortable, you realized.

"You could say that." He shrugged.

You were laying face down on the snow, chest heaving as you waited for your heart to slow down. "What the fuck are you doing there, or are you dead?" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

"What does that even mean?" You smiled knowingly. "Or did you jump after me?"

"Hm, and what if I did?" He kneeled on the snow, leaning in, his face so close that his warm breath and caramel scent the only two things you could register for a few seconds. "I promised I'd catch you if you fell."

Bakugou hadn't expected to hear you chuckle when he said that, and he wasn't sure if he was happy or angry about it. "Well, you didn't do a good job, did you? I am lying in the snow, after all."

You had a point, and knowing that caused Bakugou to frown. "I'm leaving you here." He sighed, standing up and cruelly kicking some snow on your face, too.

"Hey, no, wait! Come back, Bakugou!" You cried out. "I can't stand up, my legs stuck!" It was true since your ski had sunk in the snow at a very odd angle when you threw yourself over it, making your ankle hurt when you moved it even an inch. "Bakugou! Please!" You called out one more time, not expecting him to sigh and turn back to help you.

"How did you even do this?" Bakugou asked as he examined your leg, touching and pulling it slightly, rolling his eyes when you whined to tell him it hurt. "Stop being a baby."

"It hurts!" You answered at the accusation, feeling somewhat awkward as he inspected your legs closely, as you lay there watching the sky or playing with the snow, making snow castles, groaning every so often when he pulled at your leg. "Okay, I'll take off your ski now- Y/N, what the fuck? Stop playing with the snow and help me!"

"What am I supposed to do- ow!"

"I don't know... talk about your new boyfriend or something." He spoke, narrowing his eyes at the thought and pulling your leg a bit too harshly. "I untied the ski, but you have to pull your leg." He instructed.

"I'm bored of this new boyfriend issue, I don't even understand what the hell you're talking about!" You whined as you did as he said and pulled your leg despite the sharp pain. You actually did have an idea of what he was angry at, but it was so dumb, you didn't even want to think he was jealous of a guy you talked to for 5 minutes tops.

"Ah, fuck." You moved your now fee leg, brows furrowing when you felt a sharp stab of pain. "I think I injured it."

"I'll take you back to the hotel." Bakugou sighed, sitting on the floor to untie his snowboard as well. "Can you walk?"

"I'm not sure." You answered honestly. It hurt a lot to walk in unpressed snow since it was already hard to walk in it without being injured. "Okay, wait a second." He stood up, leaning towards you. "Bakugou what are- oh." You stood still as he snaked his arms beneath your leg and back, pulling you to himself and lifting you to his chest.

"I'm willing to bet you won't be able to walk." He huffed, his warm breath touching your neck. "Yeah, but are you sure you'll be able to carry me all the way to the hotel?"

You smiled when he quirked a brow at you as if to ask, are you challenging me?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He smirked proudly. "Are you okay? Comfortable? Is your leg okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." You chuckled, leaning back into him and relaxing between his arms. It felt nice to be in his hold. "Let's go, quick, since I'm sure my new boyfriend's very worried too." You teased, your words bringing his movements to a halt.

"I won't have mercy and drop you face into the snow." He growled, but you grinned cheekily. "No, you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Hm," you nuzzled to him, you could hear his quickening heartbeats. "I think you like me a bit too much for that." You muttered, feeling braver than you probably should, trying to hide your nervousness with a smile.

"Well, maybe I do." He whispered, his eyes locked on your lips. "But I have another way to get back at him."

"And what's that?"

"I can kiss you, you know. Make him as jealous as I've been feeling this whole day."

You leaned towards him as well. "I'm not complaining." You smiled, closing the gap between your lips and smiling into the kiss. Bakugou could feel the warmth of the kiss spreading to his chest.

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nanabbi · 3 years

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Look. I love Hizashi as much the next person. But his Hero Hairdo? No. Just a plain no from me. I like the memes and yeah, it’s pretty characteristic, but what the heck was he thinking???

It’s A Matter of Spite. Thank you, @onemaebee for checking this over!

“Excuse me…?”

Hizashi couldn’t help but wonder if the battery of his hearing aids was running low again.

“Objectively.”

The Hero Public Safety Commission representative --or the stickler for short, as Hizashi had mentally dubbed him in his inability to gather enough investment to memorize his name-- who had summoned him here to supposedly speak about his Hero career, gestured vaguely in Hizashi’s direction.

Well… More precisely, he gestured at all of him.

“Objectively speaking, you are pretty,” the stickler added and sat straighter up his chair. Someone should have colored Hizashi surprised at this point, because he wasn’t expecting the dude to be able to sit any more like he had a cane up his--

“You have nice features,” he continued, clearly missing Hizashi’s distaste with how this conversation was going “And despite your--” his eyes very pointedly scanned over Hizashi’s leather jacket and its extra spiky shoulder-pads “--packaging, you have managed to attract certain demographics.”

Sure he had, and not thanks to your organization, bro.

Newbie Pro Hero with loud personality. Self-sacrificial and badass to a tee. Endearing human flaws. Excellent fashion sense and taste in music --thank you very much-- and all of that at barely twenty one.

Of course Present Mic was appealing to certain demographics.

“You are interested in media entertainment, aren’t you?” The stickler continued to speak when Hizashi failed to find a proper way to respond.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have a comeback, it was more that… HPSC did kind of have the power to defame him if he ended up running his mouth as he felt it right now. Having his fashion sense insulted by a man wearing a terrible plaid tie was one thing, but having them chip strongly on his career because he insulted their bureaucracy? Better be cautious with that.

“Radio,” Hizashi replied and hoped that he didn’t sound as annoyed as he felt.

“I am interested in radio, specifically. I have a voice quirk, as you might be aware?”

If the stickler noticed the sarcastic tone, he didn’t show it. Instead he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as if Hizashi was being unreasonable.

“Yes, I know. But why? That’s kind of a waste, isn’t it?”

“Because that’s what I like!” The water glass he had been offered vibrated threateningly. Hizashi didn’t raise his voice much but catching the right frequency would be enough to shatter it. He took a deep breath and composed himself. “What exactly am I here for?”

“What do you think you’re here for?” The stickler asked, not seeming particularly bothered by the small ‘outburst.’

Hizashi glared. It wasn’t that he didn’t have many reserves of patience to offer, but this particular occasion didn’t feel worthy of his restrain.

“You want a poster boy,” he stated. If they stopped beating around the bush, maybe he could get this over with already.

Bad-tie-man had the audacity to smile and give Hizashi a patronizing nod of approval.

“Precisely, Mic. Appearances are the beginning and end to preserve good relations between Heroes and regular citizens. You have the looks already, and your persona is appropriate for handling crowds. If you decided to work with us and became a little more camera-friendly, we could put you on the top ten –if not top three- popularity chart when it comes to Heroes. You could help us keep common folk happy.”

“Camera friendly.”

There was no much hiding the pure un-amusement and borderline disgust Hizashi’s tone held at this point as he repeated these words.

The stickler’s plastic smile fell slightly, being replaced with a more professional strictness.

“You have a style. We respect that and wouldn’t dream of changing it completely. You are remembered by it after all, but we would have to implement some edits to show off your features more. Your fashion choices are so loud that I doubt people even notice what’s underneath it.”

Yeah. That was kind of the whole point, actually.

Hizashi loved the persona he had created. Present Mic was a great escape for him. He loved to entertain while being him. He loved to save people and be as over the top as he felt like, without worrying about how that looked, since it was part of the act. As an over-the-top Hero, acting the part didn’t raise many questions. He loved forgetting Hizashi’s problems when he strolled around like a peacock in Present Mic’s shiny leather clothes too.

He also loved how rarely he was recognized when he wasn’t Present Mic.

Hizashi needed some time of his own, to be as silent and still as he felt like, with no expectations to be anything more than a lazy pile. Kayama and Tensei didn’t mind him when he was like that. Aizawa… Well. Who knows what Aizawa was thinking about Present Mic, these days. Or even Hizashi for the matter.

The sleazy voice, coming up after translating his silence as an invitation to continue, was welcome this time.

That was a line of thinking he would rather avoid for the time being. It only ended to long alcohol-filled nights and Hizashi couldn’t afford that again. Present Mic was supposed to be on patrol tonight and he already had to ask Kanaya to cover for him twice this week.

“I’ve noticed you’re growing your hair.”

Taken aback by the observation, Hizashi’s fingers reflexively came to brush the hair, styled to heavily fall on one side and kept there with many layers of hair-spray. Hizashi had yet to decide how to style with the additional length so for now he had settled on the emo-punk look. It went well with Present Mic and nobody expected appearance-consistency so early in a Hero’s career (plus he hated people touching his hair and having it gelled discouraged them from it). The audience knew they would get Present Mic 2.0, 3.0 etc. It happened with most heroes.

“Yes?” He asked, sounding much more tired than he did a few moments ago, still feeling the remnants of pain that came whenever he thought of Aizawa these days. “What about it?”

“It is what drew our attention actually,” the stickler almost sung with a grin that made Hizashi fidget uncomfortably in his seat. “Made us take a closer look. Notice your potential.”

“Glad to know that through my work as a hero, it was my hair getting fancier that made you notice my potential,” Hizashi replied without even bothering to fake politeness. This felt like it was supposed to be a compliment but to Hizashi it sounded very much like an insult towards his abilities. “Cool priorities, there.”

This time, the stickler didn’t give him an eye-roll, but Hizashi felt the spirit of it passing over him anyway.

“I wouldn’t have called you if we didn’t already know of your skill.”

“But you did call me, because ‘I am pretty,’” the last words rolled off Hizashi’s lips laced with three doses of sarcasm and two of venom.

“It’s a package deal,” the stickler’s reply was drowned at the end by the sound of Hizashi’s chair scrapping against the floor as the blond stood.

“And a deal you won’t be getting,” the sleazy sweetness in his own voice, was overstated enough to make sure it was seen as fake. “Thank you for the interest. I think I am doing fine with my current agency.”

Hizashi expected to be interrupted before reaching the door. HPSC should start hiring less predictable people, with less predictable approaches (though it might be a good thing, no unpleasant surprises).

“Mic. Even if you don’t work with us, keep my words in mind. Image is important and you could use it.”

“Certainly,” Hizashi sang without even sparing the man a glance.

The door closed soundlessly behind him.

The bang came a week later.

Hizashi made damn sure that the fight in which he debuted his extra-gelled, pointy, cockatiel-stage-one hair was captured on camera and broadcasted on skyscrapers. It wasn’t even the final touch to the message he wanted to send to the Commission. It would take a few more months or maybe even years, but boy, could he not wait for their commentary on the upcoming moustache.

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tsukisangel · 2 years

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the world <3 pt. 3

bokuto stayed at the gym after practice. he asked akaashi if he could throw the ball for him for a bit. so that’s what they were doing. “aren’t you getting tired?” akaashi asked, after who knows how many spikes. his arms were starting to hurt.

bokuto sighed. he plopped himself on the floor, and akaashi furrowed his brows. then bokuto looked at him and motioned to the spot on the floor next to him. he took the hint and sat down next to him. “i’ve been tired this entire time.” bokuto sighed, lying down on akaashi’s lap. he turned on his side, hugging akaashi’s leg. akaashi felt so close to bokuto already. was that how quick someone made a best friend? he hoped bokuto felt the same way.

“then why do you stay after practice?” akaashi asked.

“i have to.” bokuto said simply. “i’m the ace.” he shrugged. “if i’m not constantly practicing then i don’t get better, and if i don’t get better then,,,” bokuto sighed, not finishing his sentence. akaashi knew what came next though.

“bo, you can’t overwork yourself to stay ace. if you’re tired or hurt, you don’t keep practicing. resting is a part of being better you know.” akaashi said softly, petting bokuto’s head. his hair was losing its spikiness. “i tell you all the time. you’re amazing at volleyball. you’re one of the top five aces.”

“i just-" bokuto paused, collecting his thoughts. “i wanna be the best. not just in my team. top five is great, but i’ve been stuck here. i don’t feel like i’m getting better, but i also don’t feel like i’m the best.” it was so strange and worrisome seeing bokuto this way. he was being quiet, and he kept pausing to think. he seemed so tired.

“come on, bo. you need rest.” akaashi said. “you’re not bokuto without your energy.” he stopped the petting and helped bokuto up as he got up himself. bokuto nodded and sighed.

“can i stay over at yours tonight?” bokuto asked.

“sure.” akaashi smiled. he was glad he asked. who knows whether or not bokuto would’ve beat himself up for not practicing more when he got home, then do extra exercises. “being your best friend is exhausting, you know.” akaashi teased him.

“you’re exhausting.” bokuto huffed, puffing his cheeks out. akaashi laughed.

—

bokuto was at konoha’s house about a week after that practice. they were watching some new show. “bo, are you seeing this? it’s-” konoha looked at bokuto, who was just staring off into space. “bo.” konoha said, pushing him.

bokuto was pulled out of his thoughts, whining. “what?” he groaned, stitching his brows together and pouting.

“what’s going through your head right now?” konoha asked.

“volleyball. duh.” bokuto said.

“oh, volleyball, right?” konoha asked. “not the attractive new manager who happens to also be your new best friend?”

“what?! no! you’re crazy.” bokuto said.

“you’re a dumbass.” konoha chuckled, shaking his head.

“i’m not.” bokuto grumbled, looking at the tv and staring off into space again. he kept thinking of akaashi. he was so pretty. he also couldn’t stop thinking of that day he stayed after practice with akaashi. the way he was petting his hair. it felt so nice. and he felt so calm. nobody made him feel like that before. he loved it. and akaashi knew how to help him when he was in one of his emo moods. everyone else just left him alone. he felt so cared for with akaashi. he’d get texts from him every couple days asking if he’d gotten a full nights sleep, or if he drank enough water that day. he got butterflies when he thought about him.

shit. he had a crush on him.

—

bokuto didn’t focus at all during school the next day. how could he be so stupid? a crush? on his manager? on his new best friend??? what was he thinking? well, he wasn’t. he never did. plus, he couldn’t help it. akaashi was the prettiest boy in the school. and he was polite. bokuto’s parents would love him. and his boyfriend being his manager? that seemed convenient. they’d be able to talk often because they’d see each other every practice. and staying after practice together would be nice.

but he couldn’t escape the fear.

rejection.

akaashi was the prettiest boy in school. why would he want bokuto?? plus, he knew so much about bokuto already. they’d gotten so close. slept over at each other’s houses. akaashi was so perfect and clean. bokuto was so messy. akaashi wouldn’t like that.

and bokuto was so loud. he might give akaashi headaches. and-

“ow!” bokuto exclaimed. as he was walking through the school hall, he hit his head on a corner. he wasn’t looking up. he looked around, making sure nobody noticed. he sighed.

and he was clumsy.

he made it to the last class of the day, sitting in his usual spot next to akaashi, who was already there of course. he sighed, resting his head. he was so low energy. he hated it. which made him even more low energy.akaashi noticed the low energy, especially when he wasn’t greeted immediately. “bokuto?” he asked. no answer. “did you sleep last night?” akaashi asked, resting his head on his desk to be eye level with bokuto. bokuto sighed, turning to the other side. akaashi furrowed his brows. what was going on? “hey, do you-” akaashi was interrupted when class started. he looked at the teacher, then at bokuto.

he tried paying attention, but every once in a while his mind would wander. what was going on? could akaashi not fix him this time?

bokuto was the first one out after class. akaashi quickly followed him. his spiky hair was definitely not hard to miss. “bo!” he called out. bokuto kept walking. “bokuto!”

konoha appeared next to bokuto. “why aren’t you with akaashi?” he asked. “i have a crush on him.” bokuto muttered.

“and? you’re just gonna leave him and not even try to tell him what’s going on?” konoha asked. “what if he doesn’t like me??” bokuto asked.

“you really are a dumbass.” konoha sighed. he stood in front of bokuto to stop him so akaashi could catch up. “where’d your confidence go? and your big ego? what happened to impressive bokuto?”

“i’m impressive!” bokuto said, his confidence slightly lifting.

“i can’t see that right now.” konoha said.

“bokuto.” akaashi said.

“okay, you’re on your own.” konoha spun bokuto around, slipping away. “oh!” akaashi looked around for konoha.

“sorry.” bokuto said. “about class.”

“don’t worry about it. if you’re upset i’m not gonna push you to talk about it. i just wanted to make sure we were okay.” akaashi said.

“we always will be.” bokuto said, smiling softly. “come with me. i want to talk to you.”

“oh. okay.” akaashi nodded. he didn’t question what was wrong. maybe bokuto didn’t want to talk about it.

bokuto led akaashi out of school and took him to a park. they didn’t have practice that day, and akaashi finished his duties as far as he knew.akaashi wondered what was up. bokuto seemed nervous. and he was blushing.

“so, why are we here?” akaashi asked. “i mean, it’s nice here, and the weather’s nice today, but i-”

“keiji.” bokuto said. akaashi stopped talking and gave all his attention to bokuto. it surprised him. he didn’t know what else to do. “i know we’re already, like, best friends.” bokuto said. “but i want to get to know you more. and i wanna be more than your best friend.”

“oh.” akaashi got red. it was everything he dreamed of and more. they were at a park, bokuto wanted to be more than friends. it was perfect. “i do too.” akaashi whispered. “i would like to go out on a date with you.”

bokuto smiled. “so formal.” he teased softly. akaashi smiled, and just when he thought it couldn’t get any more perfect, bokuto leaned down and kissed him. the kiss was more than perfect. it set off sparks in his lips and his heart. all he was thinking of was the winner sign at the end of a game.

keiji’s lips felt so soft. bokuto wanted to kiss him all the time. keiji’s lips were the perfect size, and they felt like pillows against bokuto’s lips. he didn’t even want to stop kissing him. he pulled away anyway though, just to admire keiji. “you’re so pretty.” bokuto said softly. “i can’t believe i’m your type.” he joked.

“who said you were my type?” akaashi teased, pressing a warm kiss to bokuto’s lips. “our date’s tomorrow night.” bokuto said. “be ready at six.”

“i will.” keiji smiled.

“can’t wait to announce this to the team after our date.” bokuto smirked.

“announce it?” keiji blushed. he was so cute when he blushed. his cheeks got all pink, and he got all flustered.

“you know who you’re about to date, right?” bokuto joked.

“i guess so.” keiji chuckled. “let’s get going. it’s gonna get hot out here and i am not prepared for hot weather.”

bokuto nodded, holding his hand out for keiji, who hesitantly took it. then they walked home, hand in hand. it was just how akaashi had envisioned it, and it went just as bokuto hoped. akaashi was so excited about their date.

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yami-writes · 4 years

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could you please write a headcanon for kiri, bakugou & hawks (or anyone you like) where y/n's older brother visits them & he has like a mickey milkovich personality from shameless & just straight roasts everyone, espacially his siblings boyfriend, which makes them think he hates them but then they got to spend some alone time and he tells them why he acts like that and that he doesn't hate them & they end up being good friends? 😌

(🏷️) paring(s): kirishima x reader, bakugo x reader, hawks x reader (⚠️) warning(s): swearing, and crimes being committed (💌) note from Yami: ngl i had to search for what his personality was like so this might not be very accurate but i tried, tysm for the request! i enjoyed writing this alot :) (💡) rules/guide

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Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in your dorm room

when you get a text from your brother saying he needs something from you

kirishima had never met your brother up until that point but your excitement hyped him up

about 10 minutes later aizawa called you down

and there he was

the look on kirishima’s face omgg

hes been wanting to your family for a while

but this is not what he expected...

“is this spiky-haired guy really your boyfriend?”

kirishima didnt like the way he emphasized “really”

“my name is Kirishima!”

your brother just waved him off and started talking to you

and eijirou’s just standing there like

👁️👄👁️

he tries to just ignore it but it definitely put him off

you ended up needing to back to your dorm to get your brother’s charger you had borrowed

which left Kirishima and your brother alone...

“OI, spiky hair. are you really the guy y/n’s be fawning over for so long?”

poor bby kirishima kinda jus, nods

like- he’s legitimately scared hes abt to get beat tf up 😭😭

“tch. lame.”

hes starting to question if your actually related to him

how could the kind, loving, y/n he know be related to-- him

he was starting to think your brother hated him~

“oi, spiky hair. is that a Crimson Riot shirt?”

it was, in fact a Crimson Riot shirt kirishima was wearing

“y-yea. he’s my favorite hero!”

“hm... then i think you might like this. catch.”

he threw kirishima a Crimson Riot keychain, something you wanted to get him for his birthday

bby’s eyes widen at the surprise gift

“h-huh?”

“i already have my own, that’s an extra one i had.”

“oh... do you like Crimson Riot too?”

long story short, when you came back the two of them were fangirling over Crimson Riot

Bakugo

it was winter break

and yall were chilling in your room

your brother had presumably just come home and was now leaning on your doorframe

“oi, y/n. have you seen my portable charger?”

im aware i used charger for kirishima’s leave my alone im not creative-

“oh, i forgot where i left it, lemme go look for it”

which then left bakugo and your brother alone

they both stayed silent

but the more time that went by, the more annoyed Pomeranian boi became

“OI! are you not gonna say anything to me!? y/n was so excited for me to meet you yet you cant even be bothered to talk!?”

“its not like your talking either.”

“HAH??”

“you heard me.”

katsuki had to stop himself from blowing anything up

“y/n’s been waiting for you to meet me, huh? better not disappoint”

he starts waling over to katsuki and he’s ready to throw hands

“b/l/n. your bakugo katsuki, right?”

“yea. and what do you want?”

“we could.. be friends,, or whatever.”

bakugo’s just sitting there not wanting to interact with him anymore

but the thought of you being happy stopped him from doing anything he might regret.

“...fine. we can,,, be.. friends.”

“cool. by the way, i like your shirt. y/n has one like it.”

“no they dont, they just always steal mine”

when you came back katsuki was ranting about you always stealing his clothes

Hawks

the two of you were on patrol

when you saw your brother on the other side of the road

“oh, keigo! come look! my brother’s over there!”

your tugging on his hand gesturing over at him

and, you know hawks. he cant say no to you

plus he’s been wanting to meet your family for a while

he flies you to the other side of the road and your already waving at him

hawks’ automatically got bad vibes from your brother

he just didnt like him as soon as he came in proximity of him

which isent fair but okay ma’am...

anyways you and him talk while hawks just kinda.. listens

he dosent seem to be doing anything wrong so he lets his guard down

*ring ring*

“oh, thats my phone. your guys talk for a bit i need to take this.”

you turned a corner, leaving keigo and your brother alone

“Hawks, the number 2 hero, correct?”

“yup! thats me...”

they’re both staying silent and it gets awkward real fast-

hawks it just kinda wondering if he should just leave because your brother seems to not like em very much

“y/n loves you a lot, you know. hell- they wanna marry you.”

“huh?”

“you heard me. and since y/n likes you,,, i guess i do too~ or whatever.”

any bad vibes hawks got before are out the window

‘wait,, marry???’

when you came back they were talking about the type of wedding you wanted to have with hawks

along with how cute your children would be

that night was quite the interesting one

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

#haikyuu imagine #oikawa tooru #oikawa fic #oikawa x y/n #oikawa angst #oikawa scenarios #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!!#aoba johsai #seijoh #seijou #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #fem reader #female reader #x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tōru

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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Beef and Belly Rubs

I came up with this idea after seeing some old Haikyū!! drawings @dumdumdrawstumtums did of Bokuto and Akaashi. I love his art a whole lot and wanted to make something with these two for a while. <3

“Akaashiiiiiiii, I’m starvin’ heeeeeeere!” Bokuto whined and rubbed his stomach hungrily through his grey, sleeveless sports top. He had on sweatpants and no socks as he typically did whenever he was home and relaxing.

“Delivery will be here any minute, stop whining,” Akaashi said to his exuberant boyfriend while sitting on their couch. But the latter kept whining when all of the sudden, his stomach grumbled loud enough that even Akashi went slightly wide-eyed. “When’s the last time you ate?”

Bokuto tilted his head and looked up in thought. “Uhmm, like two hours ago?”

“Could you not think with your stomach for six seconds?”

“Sure!” Bokuto exclaimed and paused, as if he was listening intently. “...Hmmmh, my brain says I’m hungry too!”

Akaashi merely pinched his brow and huffed through his nostrils.

Still, for the grief he gave Bokuto, Akaashi had to admit, he was pretty hungry too; evident when his own stomach rumbled enough to make him blush. He gently rested a hand against his T-Shirt clad stomach and rubbed it softly.

But mercifully, the delivery guy came before Akaashi could have any more choice words for his gluttonous boyfriend or before his own stomach could embarrass him. Between Bokuto’s ravenous hunger and his own gnawing hunger pangs, he made it a point to order a considerable, extra amount of BBQ beef and steamed rice. It was Bokuto’s favorite dish and Akaashi had to admit, he was partial to it himself.

The spiky-haired boys mouth was practically drooling at the smell of the food. Akaashi set everything down on the floor where the two always sat to eat. Bokuto didn’t waste a second. He opened his takeout box and immediately dug in before Akaashi could even grab his own box. All Akaashi could do was watch his gluttonous boyfriend become a human trash compactor for food. It was like he was literally inhaling his meal of beef and rice with his chopsticks shoveling everything in his gaping mouth like one would shovel snow.

Akaashi didn’t think anyone loved food as much as Bokuto.

Still, fair’s fair. The beef was really good, especially when paired up with rice so fluffy and steamy.

Akaashi at his own pace while Bokuto ate like a cartoon on fast forward. He finished his first takeout box in record time and was already downing the contents of his second box. How the boy managed to eat so much all the time yet stay so fit, Akaashi chalked up to a great metabolism and their constant athleticism. Professional Volleyball in Japan was one of the most demanding sports one could ever play after all.

The meal went on with Akaashi moving onto his second box. In truth, he didn’t tend to eat this much, but he skipped lunch today and was really hungry. Bokuto, on the other hand, was already three boxes in and onto his fourth. How anyone could eat so much was a mystery to the raven-haired Akaashi, but it didn’t matter. Not when the end result caused Bokuto’s normally lean stomach to bulge out like that. His sleeveless sports shirt was naturally puffy as they tended to be, but even that wasn’t enough to mask the bump in his midsection that was growing tighter against his shirt with every mouthful swallowed down.

Akaashi had no clue why seeing his boyfriend eat so much always seemed to make him a little hot under the collar. But whatever the reason, the composed of the two volleyball players had accepted that he liked what he liked. Though, as their meal went on, Akaashi himself was starting to feel heavier than usual. He grimaced with discomfort and rested a hand against his own stomach and, much to his surprise, it was very noticeably pushing out; felt tight to the touch too. Akaashi blushed, not realizing he was eating so much. But he figured he was almost done, so he might as well finish what he had left.

The meal was eventually finished and the two athletes sat on the floor surrounded by empty takeout boxes and nursing their overstuffed bellies. Bokuto pronounced the completion of his gorging the way he always did; he slumped back and let out a huge burp. Akaashi rolled his eyes at Bokuto’s crudeness but blushed a little, both at the gross but impressive display, and especially the end result of Bokuto’s gorging. Bokuto had eaten so much that his stomach was partially exposed from under his shirt; it had bloated out by nearly two feet.

“Ahhh, man, I’m stuffed!” Bokuto exclaimed contently, patting his belly.

“Ungh, for once, you’re not the only one,” Akaashi complained, rubbing his own achingly full stomach softly. His t-shirt barely contained his middle, which pressed out by over a foot more than it usually did. Whereas Bokuto was sporting a sizable potbelly, Akaashi’s stomach looked like it had a prominent food baby; appearing very tight to the touch.

Akaashi blushed some more when he realized how bloated he was. He could eat when he was hungry, but he tried his best to make a point of not eating so much if he could help it. The only solace he took was the fact that, for as much as he ate, Bokuto still ate way more. A point Bokuto was more than happy to emphasize with another big, lengthy belch. He sighed when it ended and smacked his lips with a grin. “Not too shabby, amirite?”

Akashi simply glanced back at his boyfriend and was about to call him a pig. Instead, a burp of his own rolled out of his mouth the second he opened it. A loud one too. Akaashi’s eyes bugged out and he immediately covered his mouth while blushing immensely.

Bokuto blinked, then laughed heartily. “Gyahahahahaha!!!! Dude, that was epic!” Bokuto exclaimed, slugging his mild-mannered boyfriend in the arm.

Akaashi glared but it did nothing to quell his blush. “...That wasn’t epic,” Akaashi said with embarrassment. He would’ve said more, but he had to keep his mouth shut with a fist pressed against his lips as another burp tried to work its way up Akaashi’s throat. This time, he was able to hold it back, but it still rumbled in his mouth and made his cheeks puff up.

Bokuto saw Akaashi’s embarrassment; saw his cheeks redden even more, then decided to cut him a break with a sly grin. “Hmmm, y’know what? You’re right, that wasn’t epic at all. This is epic...”

Akaashi watched Bokuto swallow some air; saw his throat bob and heard it gurgle a little with his throat muscles hard at work getting that air down. Then, once Bokuto had enough air in his gut, he thumped his chest and let loose a resounding belch that dwarfed Akaashi’s in volume, length and rumble. It rolled out of him with such force that Akaashi almost felt like the ground itself shook, but that was probably because he was sitting right besides the burping boy.

Bokuto sighed loudly with relief and gave his belly a resounding pat. “Whew! Now that was a good one!”

“You’re an idiot,” Akaashi replied, but he said it with a grateful smile, which Bokuto met with his joyous grin.

“You know ya love it,” Bokuto teased.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not an idiot,” Akaashi responded, neither confirming nor denying Bokuto’s claim.

Though, that confirmation was made when the black-haired boy scooted over next to Bokuto and slid his hand underneath Bokuto’s shirt in order to rub Bokuto’s bulging belly.

Bokuto hummed and leaned back with his hands pressed up against the floor for support which made his stomach stick out more for Akaashi to rub. His hand ran up and down the bulging flesh, kneading into it while Akaashi stroked gently. Akaashi could hear Bokuto’s belly burbling deeply in tandem with his delicate touch. It was as if Bokuto’s belly itself was genuinely gurgling with pleasure at the treatment Akaashi was providing.

“Ohhhh man, that feels good,” Bokuto moaned out loud.

Akaashi knew what he was doing. He ran his palm in circular fashion all across Bokuto’s middle, digging his fingertips into the rounded top of Bokuto’s gut and making him moan a little louder. Then his hand drifted to Bokuto’s lower belly, which required Akaashi to tug his sweatpants down to expose more of that burgeoning stomach. There, Akaashi felt up Bokuto’s belly, stroking its underside from side to side.

Bokuto’s stomach churned deeply, which made Bokuto squirm a little uncomfortably. He sat up and tightened his face a little. Then, he grabbed his stomach with one hand and let loose a rumbling belch that rolled out of his for a few seconds. “Ungh, man, I’m feelin’ gassy today...”

When Bokuto said that, a thought occurred to Akaashi. Experimentally, he moved his hand to the center of Bokuto’s bulging belly, and pushed his palm deeply into it. Bokuto lurched but then threw his head back and burped again; a thundering, rumbling belch. Akaashi could actually feel the gas circulating up from Bokuto’s belly since his hand was pushing right up against that bloated stomach. He couldn’t help but blush again.

Bokuto gasped loudly and grinned a relieved but satisfied grin. “Gaaaah, dude, that felt good...! Thanks, man!”

Akaashi simply bowed his head and patted Bokuto’s belly then went back to rubbing away.

But as Akaashi rubbed, he froze in place when out of nowhere, Bokuto’s own hand slid underneath Akaashi’s t-shirt and started to rub his own belly. “...W-What are you doing...?” Akaashi asked, feeling flustered.

“Well, you’re always givin’ my belly some love, it’s only fair I repay the favor, right?” Bokuto explained, pulling Akaashi’s shirt up and exposing his bare stomach. He squirmed even more when Bokuto unbuttoned Akaashi’s jeans and pulled his zipper down to give his own bloated stomach some room to grow.

“...Th-That’s not-”

Akaashi couldn’t finish his sentence. The second Bokuto’s hand started rubbing circles against the center of Akaashi’s bloated stomach, the black-haired boy moaned with pleasure. It felt so shockingly good that he was almost stunned.

“...So that’s what that feels like...” Akaashi mused, settling down on the floor and relaxing, even while still stroking Bokuto’s much larger belly.

Bokuto snickered. “Yep! Sure is!”

Both athletes sat together, both gingerly stroking each others bellies and humming with delight. The belly rubs made Akaashi more relaxed than Bokuto had ever seen him. It brightened Bokuto’s day to see his boyfriend enjoying the treatment so much, so he kept at it.

His hand gently stroked up Akaashi’s belly, reaching his lean chest, and down to his underbelly. When he stroked up again, Bokuto kneaded around Akaashi’s belly button, which got quite a reaction from Akaashi himself. His cheeks darkened and he bit his lower lip at the feeling, which Bokuto took as a sign to keep going, even if Akaashi’s own rubbing halted in that moment. Bokuto continued kneading around Akaashi’s navel and got a pleased moan from the boy.

But that turned into a groan when Akaashi’s belly churned loudly again. He turned his head and muffled another burp, blushing afterwards and excusing himself.

Bokuto snickered. “Y’know, your stomach’ll feel a lot better if ya just let it out, dude. It’s just us. Ya don’t hafta be so polite.”

“I’m not just polite if people are around me or not,” Akaashi corrected.

“Whatever, man. Ya wanna feel better, don’tcha?”

Akaashi glared back at Bokuto, but when a sour, sickly gurgle bellowed from his belly and made him recoil, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking for some relief. So, when his gurgling gut gave him more grief and he felt some pressure coming up, against his better judgement, Akaashi turned his head, held a hand over his mouth and burped. It was pretty deep and brought a sliver of relief, even if Akaashi felt embarrassed to let it out like that.

Bokuto grinned. “Nice, but I think you can do better.”

And to prove his point, Bokuto grabbed Akaashi’s belly and pressed it down.

There was a hefty rumble that erupted from Akaashi’s stomach in response. He lurched again and was unable to hold back the huge burp that erupted from his throat. It was loud enough that it could’ve almost been mistaken for one of Bokuto’s and actually lasted a few seconds too.

Akaashi would’ve been embarrassed if letting out such a big one didn’t feel so good.

He slumped back and moaned loudly. “Ahhh, wow, that’s...that’s a lot better...”

Bokuto grinned. “You’re welcome! Heh, hey, why don’t we grab some sodas’n get a burping contest going? Ya always say no whenever I challenge you, but now, ya seem to be gettin’ in the spirit of things.”

Akaashi just glared back at his boyfriend. But in spite of himself, that adorably happy grin of his was impossible not to smile at. “...I’ll go get the sodas,” he conceded. But before he did, Akaashi leaned forward and planted his lips against Bokuto’s by surprise. Now it was Bokuto’s turn to blush.

“What was...umm...what was that for?” Bokuto asked timidly.

“For being the big idiot I know and love for some reason,” Akaashi exclaimed and pushed himself up to head over to the kitchen.

Bokuto, who was still blushing, nonetheless smiled. “And I’m more than happy to be your idiot...”

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volexis · 3 years

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⤷ december 14 ▸ don’t leaf me hanging ft. bakugou

summary: holiday parties aren’t the best way to spend a pleasant, snowy evening, especially when you bump into your frenemy practically everywhere you go. your evening takes a turn for the worse when you’re stuck together beneath the most odious sprig of the season: mistletoe. how will you get out of this one?

warnings: slight hint of college au, some cursing, mentions of drinking, unwanted advances

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this was horrible but terribly gratifying to write at the same time,,, low key my first time writing for both bakugou and bnha and high key v nervous about posting this since its like a billion years late but i guess its a christmas present?

note: find the rest of the advent calendar here!

Idle chatter rings in your ears as you cradle a mug of now cooled hot chocolate. The room was pleasantly warm, but the onset of partygoers stifled you. Everything was swelteringly suffocating and you gave Mina a sheepish smile. “I’m gonna go refill my drink, I’ll be right back.”

“(Y/N), you haven’t even touched—”

You paid her no heed and all but bolted towards the kitchen. Immediately the atmosphere quieted, the living room’s noise dulling to an easily ignored thrum. You leaned against the marbled counter, fingers skimming the slight pores of the mineral.

“What’re you doing here?” You heard a growl from the other side of the table, the tenacity of its timbre almost making you drop your cup. You spun to meet scarlet eyes that practically burned into you. Immediately, a scowl pulled at your lips. Of course, it was none other than the resident pain in your ass, nuisance extraordinaire: Bakugou Katsuki.

He had it in for you the day you’d met, that much you knew. It was as if he took one look at you and dismissed you as what he generously liked to call ‘an extra’. As if he couldn’t be bothered to dignify you with his presence, let alone a conversation. Normally, you’d brush it off but something about it all irked you to no end. You made it your mission to be around him as much as possible, learn what makes him tick as well as what made him hate you so. Initially, he reacted as predicted. He practically leveled the building that first day in his booming voice and irate fury, to which you responded with nothing but a laugh. As enigmatic as he may seem, Bakugou was surprisingly predictable.

The weeks passed by and you’d come to notice his yelling had toned down, not significant enough to be perceptible by the rest, but his words no longer held the same sharp edge as before though his aggressivity was as boisterous as ever. Soon enough you began to feel more at ease in his presence, even going as far as looking forward to the next time you’d see him at your lectures, in the halls, out at lunch. Catching yourself scanning the area for his presence every time you’d enter a room. In short, you had fallen for him. Hard.

Together you fell into a steady rhythm. He allowed you to remain in his vicinity unscathed and you didn’t have to tiptoe around his easily detonated temper.

You quickly learned his moods were more fluctuant than you ever could’ve guessed. The days leading to the small holiday party you found yourself in were riddled with the same explosive disposition from when you’d first met. Every stinging barb and taunt wounded you a little more than you’d like to admit. And then, radio silence. You no longer studied together, he no longer met your eyes when you had made a particularly interesting comment. Back to the very beginning when he didn’t even know you existed. You didn’t know what hurt more.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and smooth your words into a clipped, polite speech.

“I’m in the kitchen, same as you. Do you have a problem with that?”

The blonde balked, opening his mouth to spew a retort, when Mina stumbled into the kitchen, bright smiles and full of boundless cheer. “(Y/N) since you’re in here would you mind getting me and—”

Her words died on her lips, tripping over each other as he planted her hands on your shoulders and tugged you away from the blonde, an uneasy grin on her face. “We’ll be going now.”

You gave him what you hoped looked like a sincere smile; one that hid the painfully evident panic that shot through your limbs. You knew well enough not to provoke him nor did you have the energy to do so.

Mina stopped pulling once you were safely outside in the hallway. Silence followed as her hands slipped from their perch on your shoulders to your own, shaking them lightly to force you to look at her.

“What was that?” The incredulity that filled her words matched her bug-eyed expression, swerving as she alternated from staring at you and the room you’d just exited.

“Actually, I don’t know.” You were equally as shocked and stumped as the poor girl.

“Well, in any case, I don’t think it’s worth ruining Kirishima’s party over whatever it is that’s been going on between you two lately. Just in case, it’ll be safer to avoid him for the rest of the evening, yeah?”

You nodded numbly and allowed her to take you back to the living room now outfitted with a hastily put together dance floor. Mina was right, anyhow. From just one quick look towards the rest of the room, you could tell everyone was enjoying their evening, basking in the warmth coming from the central heating as well as the close proximity. There’s no need to need to spoil the festivities with a silly quarrel you could fix any other day. However, there was one slight issue with your plan. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d catch a glimpse of spiky blonde hair. No matter where you’d go, he’d still be there, somewhere. Every move you made seemed to draw him closer. With a huff, you maneuvered around the throng of dancers to make your way back to the kitchen. There’s still a chance he’d follow you, but at least you’d be further away from the vigilant stares of the crowd.

As you thought, Bakugou was already leaning against the marbled counter once you stepped in.

“Mind telling me why you’re avoiding me?”

Before you could answer him, someone else stumbled into the kitchen seemingly towards you, all wobbling steps and inebriated smiles. His drink sloshed in the dented plastic cup he held onto so tightly, rivulets of it spilling down the side and splashing onto his clothes. “You’re really pretty, would you give me your number?”

You scoffed at his sudden forwardness, a scowl pulling at your lips once you had fully registered his words. “Why should I?”

The man, startled at your response, was silent for a beat. Seemingly regaining his composure, he pressed closer into you, backing you further into the counter. “Well,” he leaned towards your ear as if his next words were to be shared only with you. “If you do give me your number, maybe I can call you up and I could show you a good time. Whaddaya say, pretty thing?”

Words failed to form, tripping over each other as you stumbled away from him, away from whatever he thought he was doing. You bumped into something solid as you backtracked, turning around to see that it had been the fiery blonde himself.

“That’s not happening, asshole, we’ll be going now.” absolute venom dripped from his words as he smiled cruelly, his lips contorting into something akin to a sneer as he takes your hand in his, tugging you away.

Despite the constant abrasiveness in his everyday mannerisms, you couldn’t help but marvel at the gentle manner he used to intertwine his fingers with yours. He wasn’t rough in pulling you from the kitchen, he didn’t crush your hand in his grasp or practically pull your arm out of its socket. He was almost sweet, coaxing you away from the situation.

He only stopped once you were a safe distance away, turned in the direction you’d come from, to presumably make sure the offender hadn’t followed. You’d been too preoccupied with the softness of his touch to notice him watching the kitchen doorway and then the rest of the crowd once he noticed the other student sift in, glaring sharply every time their eyes met. Suffice to say, you were probably not going to hear from him in a long time.

“Bakugou?” He let out a noise of acknowledgment, eyes still trained on something across the room.

“You can let go of my hand now.”

He blinked owlishly, looking down at your fingers as if he now just realized what he had been doing. “You never answered my question.”

“And you haven’t let go of my hand.”

His next words were drowned out by tumultuous cheers and wild shouts of the other students. They’d formed a crowd behind the two of you. Why?

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” You looked to Bakugou in confusion, who responded by pointing up to the top of the doorway to spot a small tangle of mistletoe lies poorly taped to the wood.

Realization dawned on you and frustration ebbed into your rapidly spiraling thoughts. Of all people to be stuck under that odious herb, it just had to be the one who sent your poor heart into overdrive every time you’d catch one of the softer, more peaceful looks he’d sport around you. Part of you wanted to grab him and plant your lips on his, that part of you had longed for such an opportunity for a while now, longed for him. The other part of you was caught up in trying to process Bakugou’s radical change in behavior. From one minute to the next he had gone from his usual brutally harsh demeanor to holding your hand so tenderly as if he was scared to hurt you.

“We don’t really have to do this if you don’t want to,” You were unsure of what you wanted, what you thought of him. He said nothing as he gently placed his hands on your cheeks, drawing closer till his lips met yours. The world drowned out around you. Electricity surged through your every nerve and you shivered as you felt him nip at your bottom lip. You drown in the taste of spiced cinnamon and his tongue swiping along the roof of your mouth. It’s dizzying and you almost couldn’t believe it had happened once he pulls away.

Once you look into his eyes you’re suddenly aware of the crowd’s roar behind you. The full weight of the past few moments settle in and you don’t know if you want to slap him or kiss him again.

“You never answered my question, but I have been treating you like shit all week. You don’t deserve it. You really don’t,” he repeated, tapering off as he fumbled for the right words to say.

“I got scared of my feelings, of what they meant, and I pushed you away because of it.”

“That’s putting it lightly, Bakugou,” You let the ghost of a smile pull at your lips. After all, that’s probably the closest he’d get to an apology.

“Dumbass, don’t interrupt me while I’m trying to tell you that I like you—” His cheeks burned once he realized what he’d said. You mirrored his reaction, eyes widening at his words.

“You like me?” Your smile quirked into a full grin as you pulled him back towards you in another kiss. Immediately his hands shot to your waist, pressing you closer to him as you lost yourself in the way his lips melded against yours. He’s everywhere, up the curve of your spine and down your arms, kissing you with a fervent urgency you’d never known before. The feeling of melting so deliciously against him made your nerves sing. A sudden giddiness spun through you as you pulled away and mirrored Bakugou’s radiant smile.

“Luckily, I just so happen to like you too.”

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 3 years

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Punch Drunk

Boxer!Kuroo x F!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro dreams of making a name for himself in the city as one of the best boxers out there. But he can’t do that without a a gym to train at. Luckily for him, his best friend happens to know a hardass gym owner with a soft spot for dummies.

Word Count: 7,278

Warnings: Some violence (descriptions of boxing matches), bl00d, swearing. Slightly N*FW

Author’s Note: This won’t necessarily be a series, but I will be revisiting this AU in future one-shots. View this as sort of an introductory to the characters and the setting, as well as the romance between Kuroo and (Y/n).

Kuroo stared out the window of the cab he had called to get him to the address Bokuto had sent him.

The gym was deep in the city, thankfully not too far from Kuroo’s apartment. At least, that was Bokuto’s main selling point to get him to go.

Kuroo would have happily stayed at the gym a block away from his apartment… if he hadn’t been kicked out for ‘starting a fight.’ Kuroo didn’t necessarily start the fight… he didn’t end it either.

His mom always told him that mouth of his would get him into trouble. She of course was right.

The cab pulled to a sudden stop, causing Kuroo to lurch forward in his seat and the seatbelt to dig into his stomach. He narrowed his eyes at the cab driver before paying the fare and getting out of the vehicle.

He scanned the busy sidewalk, smiling once he caught sight of Bokuto waiting for him at the doors of the gym. The two greeted each other, exchanging a quick bro hug before parting and turning in unison towards the gym.

“So, this is (L/n) and Son’s, huh?” Kuroo asked, taking in the sight of the worn out sign above their heads. “I did some reading up on this place, apparently it’s famous.”

“That’s cuz (L/n) was a boxing legend! This place is pretty exclusive, you’re lucky you have a friend on the inside who could get you in with the owner!” Bokuto boasted, leading his friend inside the dimly lit gym.

Kuroo looked around, noticing the limited amount of people taking up the space. He expected it to be a lot more busy, given its reputation.

Rap music played over the speakers, barely audible due to the grunts and shouts coming from the people sparring in the boxing ring to the right of the door.

Kuroo spotted a man sitting in an office situated in the far corner of the gym. He began making his way there, only for Bokuto to grab his arm and stop him mid-stride.

“Where are you going?” he asked, tilting his head.

“To talk to (L/n) and or his son.” Kuroo responded, motioning towards the man who was now leaving his office.

Bokuto laughed awkwardly, “R-right, about that… there is no son in (L/n) and Son’s… That’s one of the trainers. Our girl’s over there.” He pointed towards a woman currently facing off against a stand-up punching bag.

Kuroo looked around, hoping no one had noticed his blunder as he adjusted his gym bag over his shoulder. He followed Bokuto to the section of the gym the woman was in, noting her impressive form as she continued training.

“(Y/n)~~~” Bokuto sang, catching her attention. She turned away from the bag, panting hard as she clenched and unclenched her fists.

“You’re late… None of my other trainers are ever late…”

Bokuto gave her a bashful smile, “Yeahhh well I had to wait for my friend to get here! He wants to enroll!” He motioned towards Kuroo, who smiled and waved at her.

(Y/n) sighed, glancing between the two men as she began unwrapping her hands. “Fine. Go get ready for your 11o’clock. I’ll take care of him.”

Bokuto saluted her before retreating into the men’s locker room.

“Well, let’s get this taken care of, newbie.” (Y/n) said, motioning for Kuroo to follow her to her office.

She took off her tank top as they entered, tossing it aside shamelessly and leaving her in a sport bra and sweatpants. (Y/n) flopped into the desk chair, grabbing a towel from nearby and wiping the sweat off her body.

Kuroo didn’t realize he was staring until she looked up at him and motioned for him to sit down.

“So, what kind of experience do you have?” she asked, pulling out a clipboard with a couple forms on it.

“Well, I did some boxing in high school. Nothing really serious though, it was more just for fun.” he said, looking around at all the photos in the room. He saw one of a man flexing his muscles with a toddler holding onto his bicep and being lifted off the ground. After staring at it for a good minute, he realized it was (Y/n) and her father.

“And is this for recreation? Or are we looking at a future boxing champion?” (Y/n) teased, sliding the clipboard across the messy desk and towards him.

Kuroo smirked slightly as he began writing down his information. “Best case scenario, boxing champion. Worse case scenario, just a punching bag that bets against myself in fights.”

He felt something within himself flutter as (Y/n) cracked a smile at his joke. “Well, we’ll see what we can do to help that. Is Kou gonna train you?”

Kuroo finished up the paperwork and handed her the clipboard. “Could you?”

She snorted as she took the clipboard from him and began looking over his information. “Honey, you couldn’t afford me. License and credit card, please.”

Kuroo laughed loudly, handing her the cards and ignoring the looks they received from the people outside the office.

She wrote down the information then handed him his cards back. “Alright, gym is all yours. No breaking the equipment, and don’t go starting fights. If you have a problem with someone you take it outside. You already know where the locker room is, if you need anything ask Kou.”

Kuroo gave her a small smirk, “Can’t I ask you?”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him slightly, a smirk of her own painting her features. “No. Now go on.”

Kuroo hurried out of the office, giving her one last glance before making his way to the locker room. He ran into Bokuto on his way there.

“Sooo… she’s cute huh?” Bokuto asked, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

Kuroo gave him a small shove. “You should’ve told me the owner was an attractive woman. I would have brought more appealing gym clothes.”

“Hey hey! Don’t get mad at me… just show off extra hard for her then.”

Bokuto whined, waving him off as he left to grab some bottled waters for the person he was training.

Kuroo changed into his gym clothes and began wandering around the gym, settling on doing simple combos on one of the many punching bags in the gym. It wasn’t until (Y/n) left her office that Kuroo began getting into his workout, throwing harder and more frequent punches.

She walked right past him and into the women’s locker room, presumably to shower.

Well, now he had to keep working out that hard or the other patrons would catch on to his peacocking. He figured he’d train a couple more minutes like that on the bag before he was in the clear, then he’d take a water break and find something else to do.

“Kuroo!”

He jumped at the mention of his name, turning to glare at his spiky haired friend who had just barked his name. Bokuto was currently standing in the ring, the biggest man Kuroo had ever seen standing beside him.

Bokuto sent him a bright smile as he waved him over, “Come on into the ring, bud! There’s someone I wanna introduce you to!”

Kuroo huffed, leaving the bag and climbing into the ring.

“Kuroo, this is my trainee, Ushijima!” Bokuto announced, wrapping an arm around Kuroo as he motioned towards the larger man. “He has a fight coming up in a couple weeks and I need someone to spar with him so I can critique his technique!”

Kuroo was half processing the words coming out of his mouth, too busy taking in the wall of muscle standing before him. They had to be about the same height, but Jesus. This guy was a monster…

“So? Think you can help us out?” Bokuto said, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

“Sure… yeah, I can do that…” Kuroo gulped, trying his best not to stutter and give away his anxiety. He quickly turned, picking up and putting on the spare protective gear his friend had left in the corner of the ring.

Once he turned to Ushijima, he swallowed his anxiety and put his gloves up. One of the trainers out of the ring rang a bell, signaling them to begin sparring.

Ushijima was on him in an instant, throwing the first punch as Kuroo kept his gloves up, blocking the hit but still being rocked by the heavy blow. He was sure he heard Bokuto barking instructions, but Kuroo was too busy trying not to die to listen to the trainer’s words.

He finally took a hit to the jaw after his opponent faked him out. Kuroo dropped to his knee, grunting as he struggled to cup his face with his gloved hand.

“Kuroo! You okay?!” Bokuto asked.

Kuroo moved back onto his feet, “Just a little tickle…” he said through his mouth-guard. Once he seemed to maintain his balance the bell rang, and Kuroo was once again dodging the first hit from Ushijima.

He decided to stay lighter on his feet, dancing around the ring in an attempt to tire out the other boxer. His tactic seemed to be working. As Ushijima struggled to keep up with him, Kuroo moved in close and landed a hit on his jaw.

Without warning, Ushijima quickly recovered and sent a harsh blow to Kuroo’s gut, sending him back to the floor.

Kuroo gasped for air as he laid in a heap, crumbled over himself. He blocked out Bokuto’s voice, trying to focus his breathing to recover.

“Did that tickle too?”

It was Kuroo’s first time ever hearing his opponent’s voice, but it was Ushijima without a doubt who had sent the taunt his way.

Kuroo slowly stood up, ignoring the ache in his stomach as he glared daggers at the other trainee. He didn’t even wait for the bell to signal the start of the next round. He just stalked towards Ushijima, arms at his sides and fire in his eyes.

No surprise, Ushijima took the first swing. But Kuroo ducked out of the way before hitting him with a two-hit combo. They were light hits, something to throw the more muscular boxer off rather than cause damage.

Bokuto was yelling for Kuroo to put his gloves up, his orders falling on deaf ears.

Kuroo didn’t bother keeping his distance this round, giving Ushijima no room to breath as he bobbed and weaved away from his hits while delivering some of his own.

“Keep your defense up, Ushijima! You’re letting him get to you! Just cuz his defense is sloppy doesn’t mean yours has to be too!” Bokuto said, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the two.

Sure enough, Ushijima raised his gloves, giving Kuroo adequate access to his stomach. He took a hard swing at him, knocking the air out of him and sending him onto one knee.

Kuroo smiled victoriously as the bell signaled the end of the round.

In a blur, Ushijima jumped up onto his feet and swung at Kuroo, hitting him square in the nose.

His vision went black the second he hit the mat. He wasn’t sure how many seconds passed until he regained his vision. The first thing he heard was Bokuto scolding Ushijima for throwing a punch after the round had ended.

Then he heard heavy footsteps move past him and out of the ring.

Somebody then hoisted Kuroo onto his feet. He turned his head to see Bokuto looking over his nose. Kuroo’s head lulled as he watched Ushijima walk towards the men’s locker room.

“Yeah, that how you fight? Take cheap shots and hope they stick?” he slurred, the feeling of warm liquid dripping from his nose and down his face fueling his words.

Ushijima whipped around to face him, looking like he was ready to pounce into the ring and rip Kuroo apart.

“The hell did you just say?” He asked, the threatening tone of voice doing little to get Kuroo to back down.

As Ushijima prepared to climb back in the ring, (Y/n) rushed out of the bathroom with one of the trainers hot on her heels.

“The fuck is going on here? Why’s the newbie bleeding all over my mat?!” she shouted, making her way to the edge of the ring.

“They were sparring and-”

“Your boy here takes cheap fucking shots!” Kuroo shouted, interrupting Bokuto as he made a move towards Ushijima, only for Bokuto to hold him back.

“Say that one more time, I swear to God-” (Y/n) stepped in front of Ushijima, pressing her hands to his chest to hold the larger man back.

“And you’ll fucking what?” she growled, not faltering as he shifted his deadly gaze onto her.

The gym went deathly quiet, everyone seeming to wait for Ushijima’s response.

(Y/n) slowly removed her hands from his chest. “That’s what I thought…” she scoffed. “You both know the rules. You can’t keep it civil in the ring, you get out. I see either of you start more shit and I’ll make sure no other gym in the city lets you so much as spit in their direction…”

She looked between the two men, her expression sending a chill down Kuroo’s spine.

“You,” she said, her voice low and tone steely, “hit the showers…”

He stared down at her for a moment before turning on his heel and retreating to the locker room.

Kuroo’s shoulders went lax as he breathed a sigh of relief, only to tense once again when (Y/n) addressed him.

“And you… get in my office.”

Without another word, she went to her office, leaving Kuroo and Bokuto standing there in shock.

“Is she gonna kill me…?” He asked, looking at his friend.

“Maybe… Go…” Bokuto said, helping his friend out of the ring.

Kuroo hesitantly closed the office door behind him and took a seat in front of (Y/n)’s desk, her eyes on him the whole time. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she suddenly got up and moved around her desk.

She sat at the edge of the desk, glancing at the large window that offered her a view of the gym to make sure the blinds were shut. She took a tissue box from the corner of her desk and handed it to him once she was sure they had privacy. “How bad does it hurt?”

Kuroo shrugged, wiping the blood off his face and quickly plugging his nostrils with tissues. “Not too bad…”

(Y/n) leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied his nose. “Doesn’t look broken, so that’s good. You might just need to ice it.”

“You didn’t just bring me in here to play nurse, did you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

(Y/n)’s lips tugged into a slight smirk, “You don’t like it when I play nurse?”

He felt his cheeks warm. “You were ready to rip my head off earlier… so I’m a bit suspicious of it if I’m being honest.”

Her expression softened, for a moment Kuroo swore he saw some deep, foreign emotion swirl within her eyes. “You’re pretty good, y’know…”

Kuroo’s tough guy façade dropped as he looked up at her, eyes wide and full of hope, hope that she wasn’t toying with him.

She continued, “You’re kind of a jackass, and smack talking the competition like that will get you killed… but you still got talent…”

“Thank you…” he breathed, suddenly aware of how nasally his voice had become with the tissues stuffed up his nose.

“How would you feel about getting set up with one of our trainers, officially? They’d have weekly appointments with you three times a week and monitor your progress, get you on a fast track to your first match.”

Kuroo practically jumped up from his seat, “Yes! That sounds awesome! Yeah, I want that!”

(Y/n) chuckled at his eagerness as she raised her hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, take it easy, newbie. I still gotta find a trainer who has a clear schedule for you.”

“I meaaaan… you could always do it…?” Kuroo trailed off, raising his eyebrows at her. His heart stopped when she looked like she was thinking it over, weighing the pros and cons of actually training him.

“Once you make mama some money, I’ll consider training you… For now, I’ll see who I have available…” She said, hopping off her desk and returning to her chair.

“Thank you,” he said, his soft tone surprising himself, “Really… this means so much.”

(Y/n) smiled and looked him over before hastily looking away to retrieve a binder from her desk. Kuroo coulda sworn she was checking him out. “Go home and rest up… can’t have a future star like you bleeding all over my gym… I’ll call you once I got a trainer for you.”

“Thanks…” time to turn on the charm, “you can call me even if you don’t have a trainer for me, y’know… just throwing that out there.”

(Y/n) looked up from her binder, grabbed the box of tissues and threw it at him, laughing as he smacked it away. “Goooo!” she whined, ducking her head out of his view.

He quickly left the office, shutting the door behind him. He couldn’t stop the big, cheesy grin on his features, even when he passed Ushijima on his way to the locker room.

Once he had showered and changed, he couldn’t help but try and look into (Y/n)’s office through her window. He only caught a small glimpse of her on his way out, noting her small smile and soft eyes, the same emotion he noticed earlier present in her (E/c) orbs.

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(Y/n) called Kuroo the next day with news about the trainer she had assigned to him. Much to his disappointment, she wouldn’t be training him.

He came into the gym to meet his trainer, trying to mask his intimidation once he caught sight of the dude’s arms. If he ever put me in a chokehold, I’d be dead…

Iwaizumi seemed nice enough, he started off slow with Kuroo, getting to know his strengths and weaknesses. But Kuroo could tell his constant comments and quips were getting on his new trainer’s nerves.

Kuroo didn’t see much of (Y/n) in the upcoming weeks, only seeing her when she’d walk around the gym or check in on his progress with Iwaizumi.

He couldn’t text the number she called him from, based on the call quality he was sure it was connected to the ancient phone in her office. Asking Bokuto or Iwaizumi for her personal number would be too creepy. He was stuck and he was upset.

He was in the middle of taking his frustrations out on a punching bag when a familiar whistle prompted him to take a break. He turned to see Iwaizumi approaching him with a medium sized box under his arm.

“Got something for ya, newbie.” He said, handing the taller man the box.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at him, not taking him for the ‘bro-gift’ type, before opening the box. His jaw practically dropped as he took out a bright red jacket and tossed the box aside. His name adorned the back of the jacket in black lettering, popping against the shiny, red material.

“Holy shit…” he looked up at Iwa, ready to thank him, only for the trainer to hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t look at me. It’s from the boss.” He said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of her office.

Kuroo could see her through her office window watching the two as she talked on the phone. He had a suspicion she was faking the phone-call just to look busy while she watched him open the gift.

“You can thank her once you’re done for the day… and pick up that damn box, she’ll take the jacket back if you leave your trash laying around.” Iwa scolded him, lightly kicking the box at Kuroo’s feet.

Kuroo did exactly that, peeking into her office once he had finished his shower. She waved him in, smiling once she noticed he was wearing the jacket.

“I take it you like your gift?” she asked, fiddling with one of the many pens that littered her desk.

“I love it,” he said, smirking as he leaned back comfortably in his chair. “Though I gotta say, it’s insanely red.”

(Y/n) smiled, lightly shrugging her shoulders. “Makes it so they can’t see you bleed.”

“You think I’ll get hit that much?” Kuroo pouted.

“I would hope not. Iwaizumi says you’ve made a lot of progress, he’d probably kick your ass if you got sloppy and got the shit kicked out of you in the ring-” (Y/n) was cut off by the office phone’s high pitched ring.

She picked it up only to hang it up not a second later. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her curiously, to which she shrugged. “At least I can keep one of my trainees happy…” Her eyes wandered to the papers on her desk, Kuroo hadn’t even noticed the posters stacked messily underneath her crossed arms.

“My ESP is telling meeee… Ushijima’s fight got cancelled?” he asked, frowning as (Y/n) nodded.

“The twerp he was supposed to fight chickened out. I got the call this morning.” she sighed, leaning back into her chair and brushing a hand through her hair. “And Ushijima’s pissed. I told him I’d call him if I had good news and now he won’t stop calling me.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Not unless you have a boxer friend, who isn’t Bokuto, that can be ready for the match last minute.” she replied.

Kuroo sat up straight, a cocky smile gracing his features. “Lucky for you, I happen to be a boxer! Aaaand I won’t flake on you.”

(Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head at him. “The fight is in a week and you are nowhere near ready to have an actual match against Ushijima.”

HIs smile faltered, “Excuse you, you said I had talent!”

“Yeah, when you were sparring!” she groaned. “You’ve gotten better, I’ll give you that. But he’s too good and I won’t have you dying in my gym… for insurance reasons.”

“I signed a waiver! Iwa says I can have my first match soon, why not break the ice and start next week?”

“Because he’ll break your face!” (Y/n) shouted, catching Kuroo off guard as he flinched away.

(Y/n) closed her eyes, placing her hand on her chest as she took a deep breath to calm herself. “If Iwa can say without hesitation that you’re ready… We can put you on the roster. But if anything, and I mean anything, happens that shows me you weren’t ready, I’ll make sure you never get another match in this city.”

He couldn’t help the smile that crept on his features. “I’ll go talk to Iwa then…”

Two minutes later and Iwa was in (Y/n)’s office, clearly having an unpleasant chat with her about the upcoming match. She must have felt Kuroo’s eyes on her as he watched the scene unfold before him, because she eventually turned to the window of her office and closed the blinds.

A couple minutes later, Iwa had opened the door to the office, unshaken by the encounter with (Y/n). He motioned for Kuroo to enter, shutting the door behind the taller man and leaning against it.

Kuroo reluctantly took a seat in his usual spot, eyeing (Y/n) cautiously as she looked him up and down.

“If you can sign all this paperwork for me,” she began, sliding a packet of papers towards Kuroo, “and promise you won’t get that nice face of yours broken… you can fight in the match…”

Kuroo grabbed a pen and began filling out the packet immediately. (Y/n) bit back a smile, grateful he didn’t poke at her comment about his looks. She shifted her gaze back to Iwa, “Go tell Bokuto what’s goin on. We’re gonna need a second trainer on Kuroo for what little time we have left before the match.”

Iwa nodded and promptly left the room.

“Yknow, he made a good case for you. You should buy him a beer or something.” (Y/n) suggested, tapping a pen against her desk as she watched Kuroo work.

“I might,” he chuckled, signing his name on the last page of the packet before handing it off to her. “Maybe I’ll buy you one too…”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but snort. “Maybe if you win…now go on, I have a lot of work to do now.”

Kuroo practically jumped out of his seat, eager to talk to Bokuto about the good news, but stopped in the doorway of the office to look at (Y/n) one last time. “Hey… thanks.”

(Y/n) looked up from the paperwork he had just handed her, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re welcome…newbie.”

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Kuroo figured he’d be nervous before the match, but he felt like he was about to shit his pants as he waited in the locker room. Fuck, would he shit his pants if Ushijima hit him in the stomach? God, that would be so embarrassing. He should have bought brown gym pants. Well, hindsight was 20/20-

“Kuroo! You’re on!” Iwa barked into the locker room.

Kuroo took a deep breath before making his way out of the women’s locker room. He felt a stabby feeling in his chest when he saw Ushijima exit the adjacent locker room in unison with him.

They both walked through the crowd of people and approached the ring. Kuroo felt a tiny wave of relief wash over him when he saw (Y/n) standing in the ring. She looked almost as nervous as he did.

“Here are your fighters! Place your final bets while you can, folks!” (Y/n) announced over the chatter of the crowd, directing them towards one of the trainers who stood beside a chalkboard to keep track of the bets.

Kuroo entered his corner of the ring, shedding his jacket onto a chair before putting on his gear. (Y/n)’s bare feet padded against the mat as she made her way towards him. She leaned against the ropes, offering him a slight smile. “Still wanna do this?”

Kuroo only nodded, knowing his mouthguard would muffle his speech.

“Good! Cuz there’s no turning back now!” she shouted over the crowd’s chatter. (Y/n) left to the opposite corner of the ring, probably to check up on Ushijima before the match.

Iwa snapped his fingers in Kuroo’s face, forcing his eyes off (Y/n)’s back and towards him. “Keep your head in the ring, Kuroo. Don’t get caught up on me, or the crowd, or even (Y/n). It’s best 3 out of 5, so let’s make these rounds count, okay?”

Kuroo nodded, only for his focus to shift back to (Y/n) as she stepped into the middle of the ring once more. “Alright boys! Let’s roll!”

Kuroo hoisted himself into the ring, the feeling of the crowd’s eyes on him made him feel naked as the day he was born. He almost double-checked to make sure he had his shorts on.

“You know him, you love him! In the left corner, Ushijima Wakatoshi!” (Y/n) shouted, motioning to Ushijima as the crowd went wild. Ushijima seemed unfazed by the crowd’s support.

“In the right corner, newcomer, Kuroo Tetsuro!” (Y/n) yelled, motioning towards Kuroo and queueing some cheers, some boos, and lots of wolf whistles. If Kuroo didn’t feel naked before, he certainly did now.

The two met (Y/n) in the middle of the ring, where she laid out the rules for the match. Kuroo almost didn’t hear her, too caught up in the death glare Ushijima was sending him. They wordlessly went to their corners, waiting for (Y/n) to get out of the ring and start the match.

Once she was at the ropes, the bell was rung to begin the match. To no one’s surprise, Ushijima lunged for the first hit, just as he’d done during their sparring.

Kuroo narrowly dodged the hit, but it was quickly followed by a second jab to his stomach. He was grateful it wasn’t a full-force hit, because he’d already be on the ground if it was.

Kuroo delivered a few quick combos his opponent’s way, doing no real damage with the hits that did land. Before he knew it, he was getting fatigued from dancing around to keep out of Ushijima’s reach. Just as someone in the crowd sent a profanity Kuroo’s way, Ushijima punched him square in the face, pushing past his gloves for a brutal blow that sent Kuroo to the floor.

The bell rang, Kuroo didn’t even realize how long he had been on the ground, it felt like a millisecond. He forced himself to get up, growling as Ushijima stepped back into his corner.

“You move around too much and you’re gonna be walking into his fist,” Iwaizumi scolded, helping Kuroo take a much needed drink of water. “Keep letting him go for the first hit, let him come to you. Make your hits count, don’t be afraid to get close.”

The next round went by too quick for Kuroo’s comfort, he followed Iwa’s instructions, but Ushijima’s hits were merciless, like every bit of his weight was put into each punch.

Iwa’s second pep talk was blocked out by the slight ringing in Kuroo’s ears. His eyes were focused on Ushijima, basically lounging in his corner. Then he looked (Y/n)’s way, and to his surprise, she was looking back at him. She didn’t look sad, or disappointed, or even angry. But there was a fire in her eyes, one he saw in his own the weeks prior to the match.

He didn’t know how long he had been staring into her eyes, he didn’t even realize he had been doing it until (Y/n) gave him a curt nod and mouthed something out to him.

Go get him.

Kuroo ignored the jeers and insults from the crowd, only focusing on the feeling of (Y/n) watching him as he made his way to the middle of the ring once more.

Ushijima went for the first hit, as always, only this time Kuroo sidestepped towards him and sent a hard blow to his face. Ushijima seemed surprised by this, and honestly, so was Kuroo. He felt like he needed to be on the defensive with an opponent like Ushijima, but that obviously wasn’t working.

I’m small, I’m fast, I can use that.

Kuroo allowed himself to get closer to his opponent during the rest of the round. He took some hard hits, but he delivered his fair share of them as well.

Ushijima moved backwards, attempting to get some breathing room, but Kuroo only followed. He hit Ushijima with an uppercut to his jaw. It was nasty, but not against the rules.

The hit sent Ushijima to the mat, where he stayed until the bell signaled the end of the round. The crowd was now on Kuroo’s side, but it was (Y/n)’s cheers that stood out to him the most.

He went to his corner with pep in his step, unaware that he was being followed. Before Iwa could start up another pep talk, (Y/n) leaned over Kuroo in his seat, forcing him to make eye contact with her.

“You just need to take him out one more time, okay?”

Kuroo sent her a questioning glance, only for her to lean in closer to him. “I bet a lot of money that you’d win two rounds of this. So even if you lose, I’ll make sure you get paid tonight… You already got him looking scared, just finish him off…”

“Ifm I dimdt hamf tihs moumthguard im righmt mow, I’d toadally kith you.” he said, watching as (Y/n) stood straight and crossed her arms.

“I hate that I understood exactly what you said,” (Y/n) mumbled, earning a blush from Kuroo, “Now get back in there.”

Kuroo made his way into the ring with a goofy smile on his face. He tried his best to hide it when he faced Ushijima, but he knew the giant had caught a glimpse of it. And he was not very happy about that.

Kuroo took some hard hits during that round he figured it was punishment for getting too cocky after winning a single round. After a minute or two, he was on the mat, breathing hard as he felt one of his eyes Ushijima landed a hit on already swelling.

Kuroo could see (Y/n) through his blurry vision, she was hollering for him to get back up, screaming like a madwoman. With a grunt he forced himself to get up just before the bell could ring. His movements were sluggish, but he knew if he could crowd the giant again, he could knock him down and end the round.

It took some hard work, but Kuroo had eventually wrangled Ushijima into a corner. He began landing merciless blows to his gut, hitting him with combos while ignoring Ushijima’s defensive hits to Kuroo’s back and face. Eventually, Kuroo hit Ushijima with another uppercut that floored him and ended the round.

Kuroo didn’t waste a lot of time in his corner, he knew Iwa would try to tell him to take it easy or take the L with grace, but Kuroo was riding this high to victory. He drank his water and ran back to the center of the ring, where Ushijima was waiting for him.

He quickly regretted not taking a moment to rest, he felt like cinder blocks were tied to his feet, this was the most exhausting thing he’d ever done. One hit and he would be out.

Kuroo spared a quick look at (Y/n), hoping she could fuel his fire again.

Then Ushijima swung at him with what felt like the gusts of a thousand winds.

Kuroo spun in place, the force of the punch making him do a 180 turn in place. Shit, his mouthguard even flew out from between his lips.

His vision went black once he smacked against the mat.

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Kuroo woke up to a stinging feeling on his cheek. His whole face felt like it was on fire, Jesus his whole body felt like it was burning. He forced his eyes open, only to be met with the sight of (Y/n) practically in his lap as she pressed an alcohol pad to his face.

“Sleeping Beauty’s finally up,” she said, keeping her tone light as she tossed the pad in a nearby trashcan.

Kuroo looked around unfamiliar surroundings only for (Y/n) to hold his chin and still him. “Don’t move so much, hot shot. You’re in my apartment above the gym.”

She took a small, open container out of the first-aid kit resting on the nearby coffee table and began gingerly rubbing the wounds on his face with what he guessed was ointment.

“I didn’t win, did I?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

(Y/n) gave him a sad smile. “No… but you still made some good money tonight. And now you got a nice ice bath with your name written all over it.”

She wiped the remnants of the ointment off her fingers and onto his shorts. (Y/n) tossed the container into the first-aid kit, making a move to leave, “Iwa will be back soon with some food for us, so we should get you in the bath now.”

(Y/n) struggled for a moment to hoist Kuroo onto his feet. If he had to guess, Iwa helped (Y/n) get him up the stairs and onto her couch after the match.

She led him to her tiny bathroom, motioning towards the tub already filled with ice cold water. “Just sit in there and relax your muscles, I need to go downstairs and wash your stink off of me.”

“You don’t wanna join me?” Kuroo asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her despite the pain.

“You look half dead and that’s all you can think about?” (Y/n) asked, trying to bite back her smile.

Kuroo shrugged, “I feel half dead, but I think you could help with that.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes before lightly pushing him towards the tub, “I am helping. Now get in the tub.”

Kuroo snickered and began tugging down his shorts, not even waiting for (Y/n) to leave the restroom. She practically sprinted out of the bathroom once she caught sight of his v-cut, causing him to laugh heartily before getting in the tub.

Once he was settled, he noticed some clothing in his size on the toilet seat beside him. She had probably set it aside earlier for him. He smiled to himself before sinking further into the water.

He left the tub after about 15 minutes, knowing he would get sick if he stayed longer. Kuroo dried off and dressed himself before making his way back to the couch.

He took note of the clothing (Y/n) had given him, grey joggers and a black and white flannel shirt. They were comfortable, and somehow the perfect size for him. He would have to ask her about that once she was back from her shower.

Kuroo had to keep his jaw from dropping when she came back. She wore a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a loose tank top, her moist hair dripping onto the material and causing it to cling to her skin. Kuroo couldn’t help but feel like she had given him those grey joggers out of more than just the kindness of her heart.

(Y/n) locked the door behind her and approached the couch, sitting on the far end of it, much to Kuroo’s dismay. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better. Much less dead.” he replied.

“You’re bleeding. I think from one of your stitches” she sighed, reaching back into the first-aid kit for an alcohol pad. Kuroo hadn’t even noticed the stitches, probably because they were on his forehead and under his bangs where Ushijima landed a particularly nasty hit.

“Think it’ll scar?” he asked, shivering as (Y/n) sat closer to him and brushed his bangs back.

“Definitely, but it wont be too bad.” She said, brushing the pad over the wound and drawing a hiss from between Kuroo’s gritted teeth. “I think the ladies will like it.”

Kuroo chuckled, shivering as (Y/n) used the cool pad to clean the blood that had dripped down his face. “There’s only one lady that I want to like it…”

(Y/n) pulled back, rolling her eyes at Kuroo’s words. “Me?”

“No! God, so full of yourself!” Kuroo smirked, laughing as (Y/n)’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Okay, ass. Get a new nurse, then.” she pouted, moving to get out of his lap only for Kuroo to pull her to straddle him. She made no move to get out of his hold, signaling him to continue.

“You know you’re my favorite nurse…” he cooed, watching (Y/n) intently as she nervously bit her lip. “But I still have some pains I need treated…”

“Yeah?” she asked, her body slowly relaxing against his as he gently rubbed her forearms. Kuroo playfully pouted at her, adjusting his body under her so he was sitting up against the arm of the couch.

“Here,” he said, pointing to one of his bruised cheeks. It looked like (Y/n) was in the middle of an internal debate when she leaned in and gently kissed the spot. Kuroo smiled as he watched her sit up and bat her eyes at him.

“Here,” he said, this time pointing at a spot on his chest covered by his shirt. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him before slowly unbuttoning the shirt and running her fingertips down his toned stomach. She pressed another gentle kiss to the spot he had pointed out, this time allowing her lips to linger on his flesh before parting from him.

Kuroo could feel the warmth between her thighs intensifying. He experimentally shifted his hips against hers, drawing a shaky gasp from her. He licked his lips before pointing at his bottom lip. “Here…”

(Y/n) leaned in close to him, brushing her lips over his teasingly. They both lingered, breathing each other in before finally allowing their lips to meet. Kuroo moaned at the taste of her, his hips stuttering against (Y/n)’s as his body responded to their kiss.

(Y/n) instinctively ground her hips against his, throwing caution to the wind as she deepened the kiss and wound her fingers through Kuroo’s messy hair. The kiss was wild and desperate, the needs of the two shining through as they gripped and ground against one another.

Kuroo suddenly hisses in pain, causing (Y/n) to hastily pull back and look him over. “Oh god, what happened?”

“J-just aching… I’m fine.” Kuroo reassured, adjusting his body under her.

(Y/n) bit her lip, “You’re too hurt, now's not the time…”

Kuroo cupped her cheeks and pulled her into another kiss, just as sloppy as the last. “Nuh-uh, I’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” he moaned against her lips, dragging his hands down her body to cling to her flimsy tank top, “I can handle a little pain…”

(Y/n) shivered at his words. She sighed shakily as she took his hands and slid them under her shirt, giving him permission to touch her bare skin. (Y/n) moaned louder as Kuroo nipped at her lips and tugged at her nipples, all while his hips worked at her core.

“Fuck- please,” (Y/n) begged into the kiss, struggling to tug the joggers past his sculpted thighs. The lack of boxers she provided him meant he was ready to go the second his cock was exposed.

Kuroo was in the process of tugging (Y/n)’s shorts off when they heard a knock at the door. (Y/n) groaned in frustration against Kuroo’s lips before adjusting her shorts and climbing off him.

“No-no-no, please, c'mon just send him away,” Kuroo whined, reluctantly pulling up his pants.

“I’m horny but I’m hungry.” (Y/n) sighed, fanning herself as she approached the door.

Kuroo grabbed the first-aid kit and placed it over his boner just as Iwaizumi and Bokuto entered the apartment.

“Hey hey hey! There’s our champ!” Bokuto cheered, holding up two packs of beer.

“I lost, Bo.” Kuroo smiled, hoping his friend wouldn’t press him for a hug.

“Well we got a nice consolation prize, 4 pizzas and plenty of beer to make you forget about how fucked up your face is.” Iwaizumi announced, earning an elbow to his ribs from (Y/n).

“No more playing around, let’s eat.” (Y/n) said, grabbing a box of pizza from Iwa’s stack and sitting beside Kuroo.

“Yes, m’am….” Kuroo teased, winking at (Y/n) as he took a slice from the box.

(Y/n) answered with a signature eyeroll before biting into her own slice of pizza.

Kuroo would have to continue their make-out session later. For now, he would celebrate his first match with his friends, and hope that he would win the next one.

If he got to kiss the girl of his dreams after a loss, he wondered what he’d get after a win.

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