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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years

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Can I ask for a chubby black reader with Bakugo who's usually really sassy and headstrong when in public but get's easily dominated in private with him. Like she'll get really feisty when in class or training but when he teases her or makes advances at her in private shes like putty in his hands... Smut too please😭 THANK YOU AND I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOUR WRITING

Content: Smut, playfighting, kabedon (lol), dry-humping, Kaminari being a chaotic neutral

Pairing: Bakugo x Chubby Female (Black) Reader

Filters: Adelssmut, Notsfw

Notes: Hey, babe! I hope this is something like what you wanted. I suck at trying to make him flirty, so I just based this on two people I knew from high school in this sort of situation. Ah, now I'm feeling a bit self-conscious about it. Ah well, die like men.

You, Mina, Kaminari, and Bakugo had all been grouped to take an internship together for the summer. You had never been worked so hard in your life. You were up by the crack of dawn, had breakfast, trained until the sun went down, then given homework by your teacher. By the time the day ended and you started to walk back to your sleeping quarters, your feet couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Are we there yet? My feet hurt,” you complained, dragging them behind you. You felt a little bad to do so, mentally crying about how your gorgeous shoes were going to be ruined on the pavement.

“Stop complaining. We’re all tired.”

Your eyes drifted to the sound of that voice. You already knew it was Bakugo, being as rude as ever. “Yeah, but I’ve been working in heels. My feet hurt faster.”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that when you were choosing your hero costume.”

“I did think about it, about how sexy my calves were going to look when I was kicking ass.”

Bakugo scoffed. “You’re a certified dumbass.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t staring,” you reminded him with a smirk. You remembered having his eyes on you the entire train ride to Yokohama. Nothing would have made you feel that hot and fidgety other than him staring at you like he was Adam and you were the first woman he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Get over yourself. There’s nothing to stare at.”

“You’re blushing.”

“No one asked you.”

“It’s cute. No need to be embarrassed, spikey.”

Mina sighed loudly, her body drooping forward in exhaustion. “How do you two always have the energy to argue? I’m getting all tired just listening.”

“It’s how they flirt,” Kaminari explained to her. “Although, it’d be easier on the rest of us if you two admitted you like each other.”

You paused at that. You hadn’t realized that everyone else assumed you had crushes on each other. Well, you might have had a crush. Mostly because you liked his attitude and confidence, and you thought he was kind of cute when he wasn’t stepping on your last nerve. Hell. He was cute even then.

“She isn’t my type.”

All right, maybe he wasn’t cute.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“Exactly what I said.”

“But you didn’t say much. What exactly is wrong with my type?”

Kaminari blinked back and forth, watching as the two of you verbally sized each other up. “Maybe he means you’re too bi—”

“Kaminari!” Mina said, pinching him on the arm to shut him up.

“Ow!”

“Shut up, idiot,” Bakugo barked at him, but he didn’t make any move to reject Kaminari’s observation.

It didn’t hurt though. You had grown accustomed to the teasing in a country that focused heavily on body size to let something that small shake your confidence. You quirked your lips and scrunched your nose. Okay, maybe it did hurt a little, but you weren’t going to tell him that when you could so easily play dirty with that gremlin-faced Pomeranian.

“I’m not too big,” you responded. “You just ain’t man enough to handle me.”

His hand flew up to protect his face as he glared at you. “Hah? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” you mocked.

Bakugo grunted. “Which is?”

“I’d explain, but I don’t have time for little boys,” you said, enunciating every last word.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Don’t act heated now. It’s not my problem you don’t know how to deal with a woman with curves,” you said, picking up your feet and marching ahead of him.

“(Name). Oi, (Name)!” Bakugo called but you ignored him.

That evening, you took a well-deserved bath, wiping off the sweat and grime from your skin. You thought back on what happened, on your crush. You never really questioned if Bakugo was attracted to you before this. He never brought up your size when he’d tease you or argue with you. You saw him as kind of a tsundere, like the type of guy to bully the girl he likes, but maybe he was too polite to comment about your looks.

You scoffed at your assessment.

Yeah, right. There was hardly anything polite about him. If he thought you were ugly, you’re sure he’d simply say so but still you couldn’t stop wondering if that’s what he meant when he said you weren’t his type or if he was simply saying it because he didn’t want to admit it that he was in fact attracted to you. Sighing, you shake those thoughts from your head.

You stepped out, dried off, and put on your pajamas before heading back into the hallway. Your room was a short walk from the bathroom, so you hadn’t bothered with covering up much, wearing a tank and shorts for tonight. You probably would’ve chosen wiser had you known Bakugo would have cornered you in the narrow hallway.

“(Name), I need to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes, big and dramatic to make sure he caught you doing it. This was what you had decided to do to him the rest of the evening, rolling your eyes, huffing, and ignoring his attempts to bully you. You pushed past him and headed forward to your room.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me! I need to talk to you about what you said,” he growled.

You paused, sighing. “What did I say?”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about when you said I was a child,” he said, and you turned and asked him what he wanted to know about it. “Did you mean it?”

You should’ve figured that’s what he was worried about. You must have touched a delicate spot for his ego. You just never knew you had that much effect on him that out of all the things you’ve said to him before, every teasing nickname, every annoying poke to his cheek, this is what got him. “If you have the nerve to call someone too big then ye-ep,” you said.

“What the—Spark Plug was the one who said it, not me!”

“You didn’t seem to disagree,” you argued, growing tired as he went quiet. You turned to go into your room when Katsuki grabbed your shoulder and pressed your back against the wooden door. He had you boxed in, hands pressed firmly to the wood by your head, crimson eyes boring into hickory brown.

“You’re not.”

“Huh?” you questioned. “I-I don’t—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You are my type.”

You were stunned. “Vuat—What?”

Katsuki released a huff and scrunched his face in aggravation. “Fine. If you want me to spell it out for you. You look good. And I’m definitely man enough to handle you,” he spat. The confession ringed in your ears, tingles crept up your skin, and your words caught right at the top of your throat, thick and heavy until they formed an impossible-to-swallow lump.

Bakugo stared deeply into your eyes, unmoving from this intimate situation that had you near sweating. His fingers pulled at the paint on the door and his nail dug little rips to combat the impatient boiling in his belly as he waited for you to respond (probably with another sarcastic remark that’ll have him growling). “Well? What happened to that big talk a while ago?”

“I don’t have anything to say,” you finally managed to speak but the words almost caught in your throat again, forcing them to come out as a high pitch squeak. His lips tweaked up into a mocking, amused smirk.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Am not.”

“You’re not?” he repeated but this time his hand came down to your waist, the pressure heavy against your side as he zoned in on a love handle. He grasped onto you, grabbing chub between his fingers. He pinched you teasingly. It didn’t particularly hurt but the suddenness of it made you jump.

He laughed, short and sweet. “You look way cuter whimpering under me,” he teased with both his words and his hands as he decided to pinch you again to elicit that same flustered response. It almost tickled the way his fingertips hit your sides.

“Cut it out,” you said

“Why don’t you make me? You’re always saying how you want to fight me.”

You yelped. “It’s not the ah same!”

“All I hear is excuses,” he returned. “You act all tough, but you’re so fucking soft,” he said, fingers pushing against your stomach. It was different from the way he’d usually tease you, insulting and barking orders at you, but he paused, flattening out his palm over your midsection.

The pressure on your stomach increased as the distance between the two of you lessened, and your eyes widen like saucers as he got closer and pushed you tight against the door. He’s more handsome than you thought when he’s up close. You can see the outline of his jaw clearly, strong and straight, and the fact that his eyelashes are longer than you’ve ever noticed as they flutter closed.

You didn’t stop him from pressing his lips against yours. Somewhere inside, you wanted him to kiss you, and it was like you were expecting. Rough and domineering, just like him, but you never gave anyone the impression that you didn’t like rough and domineering. After all, everyone was already aware that you liked him in all his faults—his brashness, his aggressive need for attention—you wanted all of that.

In exchange, he wanted everything you had to offer, faults and good points, sassy sarcasm and meek whimpers, as his tongue pries your lips apart to scope the warm, wet inside of your mouth. When he was done, he was going to have every spot memorized, every bump of your taste buds, every dip under your tongue, and every tiny duct on the inside of your cheek.

You moan into his mouth, for the need for air and because of the strength of him trapping your body between him and the door.

He pulled away, if only for a moment to suck in a quick breath.

“Baku—” you tried to question him, as difficult as it was to speak when you were out of breath and desperately needing a second to fill your lungs, but Katsuki was quick to pick up where you left off.

His teeth bit into your plush bottom lip, and he sucked viciously like he couldn’t wait to get more of your taste in his mouth and your body in his grasp. He’s almost bruising in a way or perhaps you’re softer than you remember, finding that with his strength he could very much indeed handle you.

Katsuki reached behind you, grabbing the handle of your door, twisting it open, and pushing you inside. His foot goes back to kick it closed once you’re securely in.

You’re not sure how he can be so coordinated when you feel like you’re stumbling backward on two left feet. He doesn’t take the time to break the kiss from you as he squeezed into your hips and hopped you up onto the bed.

When he pressed you back, large hands wrapping around your wrists and body boxing you in, he finally took a second to breathe instead of relying on the rush of his instincts. His face looked a little flushed, pink from either nervousness or because he’s too aroused. You can see it in the heat of his eyes, smoldering with the image of you reflecting right in the center.

You didn’t really think he had the right to be embarrassed, seeing as you were the one firmly locked in place under him in this situation. You suppose he’s waiting for you to say something, but you seem to have forgotten how to use your tongue unless his was involved.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

Normally, you’d roll your eyes, tell him that it’s too late when he’s already done that twice now, but you swallow down spit and nod. “Okay,” you weakly pipe out. Your only saving grace is you didn’t squeak this time.

He pressed his lips to your neck, a little softer than he did to your lips. You didn’t think you’d bruise this time when he bites. It’s like a bolt of electricity going through you, heat riding every bit of the way as it ignites something inside of you. You felt suddenly lax and weak but also exhilarated and acutely aware of his mouth traveling on your body, sending vibrations each time he groaned against rich brown skin.

You softly gasped, letting his name fall from your lips.

Bakugo stiffened slightly, and his lips curved into a smooth smirk against your skin. “Say it again, I want you crying my name,” he demanded, once again attacking that sweet spot on your neck that had you whimpering and your legs squirming.

“Bakugo,” you let out, rough and hurried, almost deep, and you cursed lowly at the less than feminine mewl, but Bakugo growled, enjoying the fact that he was the one making you lose all that bravado and composure, and he wanted to hear you say his name again. Properly.

“Katsuki. Say Katsuki,” he repeated. He collected both your wrists in one palm as best as he could, your torso stretching upward as your arms pulled in a triangle position while his other hand cupped and massaged your breast through your nightshirt. You felt it strongly, the spaghetti strap thin and loose, hardly any protection, and it took only a few tweaks of his fingers to have your nipple perked and pressing against your shirt, the deep color shaded under the pale-yellow cloth revealed exactly where his mouth needed to go.

He sucked harshly, not giving you time to react from the sudden clasp of his mouth around the hardened peak. He released your arms and gripped onto your stomach, stroking the soft chub. With his obsession with teasing you, groping your plush inner thighs, dragging calloused hands across the curve of your ass, and resting them on your lower back, you’re beginning to believe that you’re very much his type.

Who knew Bakugo was into cuddly things?

“Get on top of me,” he said. He sat back against the headboard and pulled at your arms to encourage you to sit up, but you were still confused as to why he would want that.

“Katsu-“

“Get on top of me, in my lap,” he explained more thoroughly, gripping at your hips and pulling you where he wanted you. You settled down in his lap, slowly and carefully, cozying his cock tight against your warm cunt. Bakugo hissed as you set your full weight on his lap, and you were worried you were too heavy until he let out a smooth, “Fuck, yes,” and held you down even tighter to keep that pressure built on top of him.

“(Name),” he grunted. “Are you going to be a good girl and grind on top of me or do I need to start teasing you again?”

“Eh?” you said. You fought the need to hide your face at his request especially as he tilted his hips, arching to get a better angle to press into you. You wanted to hide in your shyness, but his hands kept you in place. “I-I’m going to be good.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“S-Shut up.”

“You’re slacking,” Bakugo reminded you, tugging you forward. He wasn’t going to wait for you to start moving as he ground up into you. You both choked out a moan, him holding his in deep and you mewling out softly, prettily at the motion. His hips jerked, and you instinctively rutted back. “That’s it.”

With you controlling everything from the waist down, he was free to wrap his arms around your back and push your chest against his face, nipping and biting on the exposed skin. You arched, pushing your tits further into his face as you circled your hips, dragging his cock against you.

The cum inside you was beginning to gush, little by little, dampening your underwear. It was like burning, an aching inside you as his erection ground against your lips, put pressure on your clit, and his teeth bullied your breasts, breaking into tender skin.

The vibrations from his growls kept humming into your chest, making your heart pound the same as between your legs as you edged closer to your blissful finish. Bakugo must have felt the same because he took control again, gripping and pushing you down into one single position and keeping you there, at just the right spot to have him panting in your ear.

It was enough to hype you up, bringing you higher and higher as his moans drawled huskily in your ears. “Katsuki,” you huffed out, gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself as your mind can’t be bothered to keep you up straight as your orgasm tingles through you. You’re too hazy to think of moving, but Bakugo kept rocking you, helping you ride it out. But as he kept thrusting up and bouncing you, you can’t help but feel soreness starting to settle in, an oversetting of pressure on your cunt overstimulating you. You whimpered and your forehead fell against his shoulder, the scent of burnt sugar from his quirk filling your nose, accelerating your high.

Finally, he tensed, digging his fingers into your ass, coming undone with you in a rush of heat and a heady moan. You both were panting, collecting your breath before building up enough energy to pull apart and collapse on your bed. Exhausted, you can barely move. The only thing you could do was sweat from the exercise and Bakugo’s eyes still on you, glossy yet thoughtful.

“What are you staring at me for?” you asked, still reeling from what just happened between the two of you.

He grumbled under his breath at your question, glancing away then back at you like he was trying to juggle what to say. Finally, he opened his mouth and clearly stated. “I like you.”

“Do you?”

“Surprised you didn’t say that you’ve noticed,” he remarked, earning a weak groan from you as you try to muster your best glare at him. He scoffed. “That’s all you got?” he asked, giving a soft tug to your hair.

“Dumbass,” you mumbled, averting your gaze. “...I like you too.”

“I know,” he said bluntly. "You're obsessed with me."

“Hey, that doesn’t mean I won’t punch you in the throat if you piss me off,” you mumbled, flustered.

“Sure, you will, sweet lips,” he mocked, going to pinch your side again and make you yelp. A pleasant sound to his ears.

The next morning, you headed to breakfast with the others as you always did before you had to head to the agency to train. Bakugo didn’t make much mention of the night before, but he did sit next to you rather than across like he normally does, and he hadn’t scowled at you once since the two of you fucked? Made out? You’re not really sure what to call it other than it made you sleep like a damn baby, and Bakugo did too considering how tightly he had squeezed you in your sleep as the two of you cuddled.

“They gave me orange juice,” you stated. Clearly, you remembered ordering apple, and you looked at Bakugo. “Bakugo, switch with me.”

“No,” he said, and you pouted.

“Katsuki, switch with me?” you asked, tempting your fate.

He glanced at you momentarily before finally sliding the tall glass of apple juice over to your side with a rough “you’re such a damn child” following.

“But I got what I wanted, so it worked out,” you said. The others expected Bakugo to follow up with another complaint, but he quietly sucked down the orange juice you had offered.

“You two seem a lot friendlier all of a sudden. Did something happen?” Mina asked, and you weren’t really sure how to respond. But you knew you also wanted to see how far you could push your blond counterpart.

You nodded. “I found out I’m Bakugo’s type,” you said, leaving the other two to giggle at him for being a softie.

His cheeks immediately flared red. “Shut up.” He could cover his cheek with his hand and hide the blush by tilting his head, but he couldn’t cover the pink burning on the tip of his ears from you.

“Blushing, again,” you teased. “See I’m winning. I don’t got that problem.”

Bakugo scoffed, turning back to you. He leaned over, whispering into your ear low and smooth, “Do you want me to tell them the faces you make when cum instead then?” he asked, and your mouth immediately clamped shut for the entire rest of the day.

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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Heh bitchhhhh 🥴🥴🥴, can i request a bakugo x reader. The reader has a showstopper quirk were they can make people break out into song and dance and when kidnapped by the league they force them to preform “ive got a dream” from tangled. P.s play bloxburg with me 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

a/n: heyyyy bitchhhh, lmfao yes, thank you for drafting this idea to me in my bedroom, and we can play bloxburg soon. i had so much fun writing this omg,

the song is from tangled so credit to tangled for most of the dialogue/song!

summary: upon running into the league of villains, you and bakugou decide it’s best to just try and get away instead of staying and fighting, but your quirk is going to affect all in the area.

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

warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, this is a certified crackfic brought to you by my sister’s amazing brain.

wordcount: 1.7k

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It’s a pretty average day, nothing crazy happening. for a grade in class, you’ve been assigned to patrol near campus.

And you were paired with none other than your crush, Bakugou.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, but it was a battle between knowing if Bakugou was aware of your quirk or not. You were worried.

As the tension settled, thickening with every passing second, every breath feeling harder to push out than the last, Bakugou was tired of the silence.

“Oi! Say something.” Bakugou’s harsh voice cut through the silence like a knife. It was unexpected, and it startled you. You looked over at him and cracked a smile.

“Sorry! I’m just thinking, what exactly are we looking for on this patrol?” You ask, deciding it was best to not worry if he knew about your quirk or not, he was in your class, surely he had to know.

“It’s a patrol. We’re not looking for something specific dumbass. We’re looking for anything out of the ordinary.” Bakugou’s words weren’t meant to hurt you, in fact, Bakugou began to think about if what he had said had been to harsh.

He’d been suffocating the feelings of a crush toward you for a while, and this patrol with one another didn’t help. Kirishima nor Kaminari were here to keep him grounded, he was going to be a mess.

A few screams caught your attention. Darting over to the noise, a lady was running away from an alley. Glancing at Bakugou, the two of you rushed in, not expecting what you saw.

The light from an open door illuminated a portion of the alley at the end, the rest shadowed in darkness from the buildings looming above.

Stepping into the lit room, the door was harshly shut and locked behind you, your eyes focusing on none other than the League of Villains.

“Shit.” You cursed, staring at the group of rag-tag villains with dangerous abilities.

“Well isn’t this ironic.” Tomura Shigaraki trotted over, standing oddly, almost hunched over as he scratched at the side of his neck.

“That can’t be healthy.” You whispered, cringing at the unnerving sound of his fingernails scratching against his raw skin.

“Die!-”

“Bakugou wait!” You pulled him back from lunging at the group, taking a step back away from them.

“We gotta stop them! What are you doing?” Bakugou yelled, glaring at you.

“Do you really think we can stop all of them at once? That’s suicide! Think dumbass!” You hit the top of his head lightly with a fist and groaned.

“That’s my line!” Bakugou grunted, looking back at the league. Shigaraki stood up straight and sighed, flexing his hand.

“What ideas do you have?” Bakugou hated asking the question, but he couldn’t use his. He’d cause to much damage, and structural damage to the bottom floor would cause the building to collapse.

“I have one but-”

“Then use it!”

“I can’t! My quirk it’ll-” You knew this was going to happen.

“I’m getting tired of your bickering. Dabi-”

“Use your quirk and stop wasting time!” Bakugou shakes you, gripping your shoulders harshly. It hurt but you activated your quirk and all the lights went out.

A single light shone down and Shigaraki stepped forward. He wasn’t moving on his own accord, and everyone was just watching as you raised your hands, seemingly controlling him like a puppet.

As music began to play, Shigaraki began to sing.

“I’m malicious, mean, and scary. My sneer could curdle dairy. And violence wise, my hands are not the cleanest.” Shigaraki’s eyes were wide, still conscious of everything that was happening, he was unhappy with the events unfolding.

The rest of the league sat immobile as they watched the scene unfold, Dabi trying to hold back a laugh, Kurogiri being ultimately curious, and Toga happy as can be.

“But despite my evil look, and my temper, and my hook, I’ve always yearned to be a concert pianist.” Shigaraki was moved over to where a piano sat, coincidentally still in pretty okay shape. Guess hiding out in yet another bar had its perks.

“Can’tcha see me on the stage performin’ Mozart? Tickilin’ the ivories ‘til they gleam. Yep, I’d rather be called deadly, for my killer show-tune medley, thank you! ‘Cause way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki’s fingers danced across the keys, always having one on each hand raised as to not decay the entire piano.

It was you controlling him playing, not him at all. Shigaraki had never touched a piano in his life, yet it was very interesting to seemingly be able to play it perfectly.

“He’s got a dream! He’s got a dream!” The rest of the league joined in, singing along with him.

“See I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem! Though I do like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers Like everybody else, I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki ended his verse off with a groovy riff on the keys, the spotlight jumping over to Dabi.

“I’ve got scars, and lumps, and bruises. Plus something here that oozes. And let’s not even mention my complexion.” Dabi stepped forward, his hands pointing out parts on his body.

“But despite my extra toes, and my goiter, and my nose, I really wanna make a love connection.” Dabi’s eyes widened as he sang the words, your fingers wiggling around, controlling his movements.

“Can’t you see me with a special little lady, rowin’ in a rowboat down the stream?” Dabi sat on a stool and mimicked rowing in a boat, continuing his verse.

“Though I’m one disgusting blighter, I’m a lover, not a fighter! ‘Cause way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” Dabi jumped up form his stool and stood in the middle of the room.

“He’s got a dream!” The league sang.

"I’ve got a dream!” Dabi continued.

“He’s got a dream!”

“And I know one day romance will reign supreme! Though my face leaves people screaming, there’s a child behind it, dreaming. Like everybody else, I’ve got a dream!” Dabi danced his way over to Shigaraki.

“Magne would like to quit and be a florist!”

“Kurogiri does interior design.”

“Twice is into mime, Toga’s cupcakes are sublime!”

“Mr. Compress knits.”

“Giran sews.”

“Muscular does little puppet shows!”

“And Spinner collects ceramic unicorns~!”

"What about you?” Shigaraki steps toward Bakugou who’s eyes widen in surprise as they quickly dart to you and then back to Shigaraki.

You were controlling everyone, the only downside to your quirk, is everyone in the area is affected. You control those in the room, even Bakugou. You just hoped he wasn’t going to hate you after this.

“I’m sorry me?” Bakugou asks, staring at Shigaraki. Dabi steps forward too.

“What’s your dream?” Dabi asks, pulling him into the center of the room where the spotlight shone.

“No, no no, sorry boys, I don’t sing.” Bakugou replied coolly. You stifled a laugh as he stared at you.

The league glared at him as the music kicked up again.

“I have dreams like you, no really! Just much less, touchy-feely. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny!” Bakugou began to sing, dancing around the bar.

“On an island that I own, tanned, and rested, and alone, surrounded by enormous piles of money!” Bakugou laid on the bar counter, propped up on his side as he pretended to relax on a beach.

“I’ve got a dream!”

“I’ve got a dream!” The rest of the league joined back in singing, while you pulled Bakugou off the counter, still controlling the others. You had to get out of here while they were still distracted. The song was almost over.

“She’s got a dream, he’s got a dream, they’ve got a dream, we’ve got a dream!” The league sang together.

“So our diff’rences ain’t really that extreme!”

“Call us brutal!” Shigaraki started.

“Sick.” Dabi added.

“Sadistic!” Twice and Toga sang harmoniously.

"And grotesquely optimistic.” Kurogiri sang, his voice was surprisingly really good.

“‘Cause way down deep inside, we’ve got a dream!” The league was singing together again.

You pulled Bakugou out of the bar and helped him down the alley as the two of you ran away, heading back toward the campus to let the heroes know.

“I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki started again.

“I’ve got a dream!” Dabi was next.

“I’ve got a dream!”

“I’ve got a dream!” Kurogiri, Compress and Twice joined in.

“I’ve got a dream!” Toga smiled as she joined in. She was having a blast.

“Yes, way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” They all joined in for the last line as the music faded out.

The lights returned to normal and everyone was able to move on their own.

“What the fuck!” Shigaraki cursed, shaking his body out as a chill raced through him.

“That was horrible!” Dabi groaned, staring at Shigaraki.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano!” Toga rushed over to Shigaraki.

“I can’t.” Shigaraki glared at the blonde girl.

“And who knew Kurogiri could sing so well!” Twice laughed.

“Never speak of this to anyone.” Shigaraki groaned, taking a breath from the entire show.

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“Why’d you make me sing?!” Bakugou groaned as he held your hand, pulling you into the main campus building.

“My quirk affects everyone in the area. I didn’t have much of a choice. You had to do something or it would’ve messed up.” You sighed.

“Whatever. I guess it wasn’t so bad.”

“You have a nice voice.” You compliment him. Bakugou’s cheeks twinge red as he thinks about what you just said.

“It was kind of funny to see them all sing and dance like that huh?” You question, gripping his hand a bit softer, your own face heating up as he runs his thumb across the back of your hand.

“It was something alright. Let’s just get this dealt with. And don’t you dare tell anyone about this!” Bakugou stops, pulling you into him.

“I won’t, I promise!” You smile, looking into his crimson eyes.

“Good.” Bakugou’s eyes flick down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, his lips locking onto yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Or that.” He pouts, huffing his cheeks as he returns to walking, leaving you stunned as you slowly catch up, excitement bubbling inside you.

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doubleca5t · 5 years

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What Your Favorite My Hero Academia Ship Says About You

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BAKUDEKU (Bakugou/Deku) - When you were a kid, your mom told you that some boy was being mean to you because he likes you and you never let go of that.

TODODEKU (Todoroki/Deku) - You are severely disappointed with the general lack of male tsunderes

TODOBAKU (Todoroki/Bakugou) - You think exposure therapy is the best way to work through trauma.

TODOBAKUDEKU (Todoroki/Bakugo/Deku) - You’re just here for some yaoi.

IZUOCHA (Deku/Uraraka) - You can only read hentai if the main characters are two consenting, married adults who love each other very much and mainly stick to missionary.

KIRIBAKU (Kirishima/Bakugou) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is TWO BROS. CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB.

ERASERMIC (Eraserhead/Present Mic) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is a vaudeville comedy duo.

KACCHAKO (Bakugou/Uraraka) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is Beauty and the Beast.

MOMOJIROU (Yaoyorozu/Jirou) - You believe there is no bond in this world stronger than that between two women who are sick of a man’s bullshit.

TODOMOMO (Todoroki/Yaoyorozu) - You just want good things for Yaoyorozu, and really, who wouldn't?

KIRIMINA (Kirishima/Ashido) - You like the childhood friend angle of BakuDeku, but you also think that said childhood friends should… ya know… actually be friends.

IIDAOCHA (Iida/Uraraka) - You thought Ron and Hermione getting together in the end might have even made too much sense.

KIRIDENKI (Kirishima/Kaminari) - This one is just the same joke as KiriBaku but, like, even more so.

KIRIDEKU (Kirishima/Deku) - Your interest in Deku's existing relationship dynamics is outweighed by your interest in Himbos.

ERASERMIGHT (Eraserhead/All Might) - I can't say for sure if you wanna fuck dads, but you definitely want to fuck father figures.

IIDEKU (IIda/Deku) - If this were like, 2011, you’d be on tumblr reblogging that post about how the dudes from Big Bang Theory can get it.

SHIGADABI (Shigaraki/Dabi) - You just wanna fuck villains, and really, who wouldn't?

KAMIJIROU (Kaminari/Jirou) - You’re a sucker for characters that look like they should start a band together

TSUCHAKO (Tsu/Uraraka) - You’re a sucker for characters who are beautiful cinnamon rolls. Too good for this world, too pure.

OJITOORU (Ojiro/Hagakure) - You’re a sucker for characters who are in desperate need of more screen time.

KAMISERO (Kaminari/Sero) - You are a certified morosexual. You are attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively.

HOT WINGS (Dabi/Hawks) - In a world where everyone runs from a challenge, you are the rare person who runs towards it. When everyone else has finished their fight, you press onward, never stopping. For you, no mountain is too high. No river is too deep. You have made a commitment to your community, and done what so many others could only dream of. You are: the few, the proud, the Manga Readers.

TOSHINKO (All Might/Deku’s Mom) - You discovered far too late that doing things ironically is the gateway drug to doing things for realsies.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #tododeku #izuocha #momojirou #todomomo #kiribaku #kirimina #erasermic #erasermight #kiridenki #shigadabi #kamijirou #tsuchaco #ojitooru #kamisero #toshinko #doubleca5t OC

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bnhatrashsammy · 4 years

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Rule No.1- Don’t Trust Denki

Im sorry for bothering you but like bakugous reaction to coming back from a 2 week break to his s/o (who usually has chapped lips ) having perfectly good glossy lips (idk im wierd) -Emily 🌛

You’re not bothering me at all, love!! I’m sorry if this has been in my ask box for awhile. This is my first time seeing it and it honestly gave me so many ideas so thank you so much for the request!!!

-Anyone can request! Just hit my ask box babies <3

I totally didn't read this wong and do it as though you were gone for two weeks ksadhfidhf it's fine-- i hope

Bakugou x Reader, mentions of cheating, embarrassed angry bby, denki is a certified dumbass

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Though outwardly he was the same angry bean he always is, Bakugou was genuinely excited to see you. You had been on a trip back to your home town to spend some time with your family before school started up again. Of course, Bakugou had told you to go, and sure you had been texting and calling each other constantly, but he just wants to kiss your stupidly cute face.

So instead of locking himself in his room, or going to the gym to train, he plants himself in the common room, eyes focused on the television in front of it, but he’s honestly just looking out the window to see you walk up the pathway so he can greet your dumbass.

It’s nearly an hour later when Bakugou spots your form, happily walking back with a slight skip in your step, both hands holding onto your backpack straps as your bob your head to whatever music you had playing through your headphones.

You happily skip up to the front door, though it slams open before you can even reach for the handle. You grin as you see Bakugou standing in front of you, a small smile on his face.

“Katsu! I missed you!” You’re quick to say, sliding your headphones to rest around your neck before hugging him tightly.

You can feel Bakugous smirk against the top of your head as he holds you in return, “Of course you did, dumbass, who fucking wouldn’t.”

You have to laugh, just relieved to be back in your boyfriend’s warm embrace.

Bakugou pulls back from the hug and presses his lips against yours, causing you to sigh in content. However, Bakugou rips himself away from you with a confused expression, looking over your face intently.

Your own expression becomes confused, “What? Do I taste weird? I haven’t eaten anything weird.” You wonder, waiting for him to say something instead of just staring at you like that.

“Why the fuck are your lips so soft?” He asks, sounding genuinely hurt for some reason.

“Huh? They’re lips Katsu- what else would they be like this?” You genuinely didn’t understand what he was going on about, aren’t everyone's lips soft???

Bakugou stares at you a moment, a flash of hurt on his face before he just turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there, utterly lost.

You put your things away in your room, thinking over the whole situation before you make your way to Bakugou’s dorm. You knock 4 times, something you all decided to do to signal who was at the door.

“What?”

You frown at the harshness of his voice and let yourself in, glaring at him as he sits on his bed, phone in hand.

“What’s up with you, babe? You’re not usually this uptight.”

Obviously you didn’t expect him to be super excited or anything to see you, but to be outright mean? To just fucking walk away? That was both fucked up and unusual.

He returns his gaze to his phone, giving you a noncommittal hum as a response.

That does little to ease your worries, and you walk right up to his bed, sitting at the foot of it and facing him with your legs and arms crossed.

“Baby? C’mon. Talk to me. What’s up?” You try again.

No response.

You continue trying to simply pester it out of him for a good 10 minutes before he finally snaps.

“Why do I have to be the one to say anything? You’re the one who fucked up!” His voice is a deathly damn and it leaves your mind blank.

Fuck??????

What did you do??? You literally can’t recall anything??

“Fuckin’ Kaminari had to tell me. Of all fuckin people!” His voice is louder this time.

You stare at him in complete and utter confusion.

“Baby, don’t get me wrong, I love you, but you are being completely fucking confusing right now and I have no idea what's going on?” You say even though it comes out like a question. Somehow this response only seemed to anger him further.

“Love me? HAH! That’s a funny one, considering you’ve been making out with some else. Who is not me. But what the fuck do I know?” He seethes, still focusing on his phone.

“Seriously? Where the fuck is this coming from?” You can’t even attempt to try and hide the genuine hurt that seeps into your voice. Why the fuck would he accuse you of flat out cheating on him?

“How the fuck else did your lips get so soft all of a sudden?” He rages, finally throwing his phone beside him on the bed, sitting up and crossing his arms angrily in front of his chest as he glares at you harshly.

You stare at him. What the ever loving fuck?

A laugh loudly bubbles out of your chest, you genuinely laugh so hard tears come to your eyes before you’re able to calm down.

“Baby, I don’t know what Denki told you, but me and my mom went to a spa. It was my reward for having such good grades. So it included lip treatments. I’m sorry my usual chapped lips aren’t available, but I am not cheating on you. You’re the only idiot in my life.” You explain, amusement in your voice

You watch his face go through so many different emotions. Denial, confusion, anger, then finally embarrassment.

With a groan he hides his flushed cheeks, covering them with his hands as he lays back down on the bed. Of course, his reaction just causes you to laugh more, flopping down beside of him.

He uncovers his face, choosing to wrap you in his arms and hide your face in his chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just fuckin’ assumed.”

“Honestly I think your mistake was trusting Denki about anything that had to do with kissing.” You said with a chuckle. The whole thing was honestly amusing to you.

He groans again, “Remind me to blast that fucker into next week later. Right now I’m busy showing you how much I miss you.”

Before you can respond he’s placing sloppy kisses on your neck, causing you to grin with a nod.

Denki can wait.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x you #bnha x you #mha x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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really-sleep-deprived-nerd · 4 years

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What your favorite BNHA character says about you:

Todoroki: Looking back on your childhood you can pinpoint Avatar the Last Airbender as the beginning of your crippling addiction to edgy boys who have trouble talking about their feelings. In other words, you liked Zuko.

Bakugo: There are two options here, either you think of him as a Baby and are therefore the physical embodiment of this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPpYiuquEVk vine or you are always a slut for some character development

Kaminari: You are a certified Morosexual. You are attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively

Aizawa: You either aren’t straight or you relate to him in a deep, spiritual level. Probably both

Kirishima: You would definitely throw hands with anyone who dares to insult your friends in your presence

Midoriya: You like Spider-Man because you think it’s very cool of him to refuse to kill anyone despite being physically able to do so without breaking a sweat

Sero: You like Spider-Man because you think he is funny and his powers are cool

All Might: Your favorite MCU character was Tony Stark and you refuse to accept his death as canon

Shigaraki: You either think that a good and angsty backstory is what makes a character great or you have a hand kink

Mirio: You are a dog person and you particularly like Golden Retrievers

Twice: You love deadpool with every fiber of your being

Dabi: You either have a thing for goths or you take the “Dabi is a Todoroki” theory as canon

Toga: You are a firm believer that Azula from Avatar the last airbender wasn't actually evil and just needed a hug and a very good therapist

Hawks: I can't 100% guarantee that you have a wing fetish, but it's a very real possibility

Kurogiri: You have read the manga and cried while doing so.

Tsuyu: Either you are a sucker for characters that are cute cinnamon rolls or you watch hentai

Tamaki: You are a cat person and you particularly like Black Cats

Shinsou: You like Aizawa and you probably were bullied when you were younger

Midnight: You want a girlfriend who not only can step on you, but will do so upon request

Inspired by Eldena Doubleca5t’s videos of “What for favorite ship from ____ says about you”

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myherowritings · 5 years

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The Language of Flowers

— “Hello may I request a Bakuogu x reader imagine, where […] Bakugou has a huge crush on her. She has a nature quirk and always gives him flowers (which he tuts at but acc loves lol) and one day they’re hanging out and she makes him a daisy chain and then a super cute confession happens? Thank you very much~” by anonymous.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: swearing, cheesy flower symbolism

a/n: AH ANON THIS WAS A SUPER CUTE REQUEST i didn’t add in the kiri’s sister part bc i just couldn’t figure out how but i hope you still enjoy!! ;c

“What flowers did Y/L/N bring you today?”

“Don’t know or care.”

Kaminari snorted and Kirishima laughed disbelievingly from his seat against the foot of the bed. The three were in Bakugou’s room on a Friday night after class, and for the entirety of their walk to the dorms, he wouldn’t stop muttering curse words under his breath with the bouquet of flowers you made for him clutched between his hands.

“Right, you don’t care…” drawled Denki. “Which is why you’re putting the flowers she gave you in a vase right next to your bed?”

“Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to do with them?” he fumed, gently arranging the bundles of lilacs despite the deep scowl etched onto his face.

“I don’t know. Maybe toss them on your desk and call it a day? They’d wither up eventually, but you know Y/L/N could just produce some more to replace them.”

Bakugou glared at his dumbass of a friend. Toss them on his desk? Didn’t he know how cluttered and disorganized that would look? (Or how Katsuki would rather chew through glass than place the flowers you gave him in anything less than a clean vase? Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone…)

“I just put them in a stupid jar I found lying around– It’s not that deep, dumbass,” he scoffed.

Kaminari raised a brow as a cocky little grin formed on his face. “Sure.”

“Hey!” Kirishima popped in before Bakugou could send Sparky flying off the edge of his bed. “No matter the reason, I think it’s cool you keep Y/L/N’s flowers.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes dubiously.

“You do?” voiced Denki.

He nodded. “It’s kind of manly when you think about it. Bakugou keeping the bouquets and learning the meanings of each flower just for Y/N–”

“I don’t learn their fucking meanings, dumbass!”

“Is that right?” Eijirou asked challengingly. “What do peonies stand for?”

Katsuki made an indignant noise. “Hell if I know.”

Kaminari raised his hand with an excited look. “I know! I know! It represents how much she wants you to smash the living daylights–”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” he hissed, hurling a pencil at him with full force, only for it to be stopped in the nick of time by Shitty Hair’s quirk. Bakugou glowered. “I’ve already told you before peonies symbolize a bashful yet compassionate love. Or can your two and a half brain cells not recall?”

His two friends–if they should even have the privilege of being called that–exchanged glances that made Bakugou want to kick them both out of his dorm room. Who the fuck let them come over in the first place?

A grin spread on Eijirou’s face, showing off his sharp teeth. “So she gave you the peonies to tell you she loves you but is too shy to say so herself?”

Katsuki’s face burned. “No! What the hell–?”

“Or maybe she’s saying she knows you love her but you’re too much of a pussy to say anything?” suggested Denki.

“First of all, fuck you. And that’s not it either, you dumbass!”

“Then what else could it mean?” he asked.

“That she liked peonies?” cried Bakugou incredulously. “Why are you asking me?! How should I know?”

Katsuki kept his fists clenched by his sides, seconds away from completely losing his temper at the two idiots in front of him.

Kirishima raised a brow. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the flowers Y/L/N gives you.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he lied through his teeth. He hated how he felt an uncomfortable pang in his heart as he said those words.

What the fuck was that? he thought, glaring down at his chest.

“Interesting,” Kirishima mused. “So, if I were to unlock your phone, I wouldn’t find tabs of ‘flower symbolism’ open on your browser?”

Kaminari grinned, looking over at the vase of purple flowers. “He probably searched up ‘the meaning of lavender’ and is currently reading through ten different flower blogs.”

Bakugou’s left eye twitched. “Lilacs.”

“What?”

“They’re lilacs you dumbass! Not lavender. Can’t you tell by the color?”

Denki blinked. “No?”

“Tch. Stupid,” he grumbled, rubbing a petal of the flower between his thumb and forefinger.

Lavender represented serenity and calmness– Dumb shit he didn’t care about. But lilacs were a different story.

Lilacs, specifically the light purple ones you gave him, symbolized first love. Love, happiness, passion… All those things reminded him of you. It was a thought so gentle it brought a strange feeling to his stomach, but he couldn’t say he hated it.

Bakugou stiffened. What the fuck was he thinking?

Shaking his head fervently, he forced himself out of his thoughts and turned to his two bumbling friends.

“…what do you think, Bakugou?” he heard Eijirou ask.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Think about what?”

Kirishima glanced at him curiously, noticing the uncharacteristic way Bakugou has been spacing out recently. “I said me, Kaminari, and Sero are going to the comic store tomorrow. You should join us.”

Katsuki internally cursed, knowing what he was about to say would bring along teasing that came with no end.

“I would,” he said carefully, “but I already have plans.”

“Oh, are you going home this weekend?” piped Denki.

“No.”

“Hero training?” asked Eijirou.

“No.”

“Are you banned from leaving campus grounds again–?”

“No!” Bakugou growled, rubbing his temples in slow circles. “For fuck’s safe, you two make my head hurt. I can’t go because I already made plans with someone else.”

Dumbass Number One gave him a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. “Someone else, huh?”

“And who is this someone else?” the blond-haired Dumbass Number Two questioned.

Kirishima nudged him with his elbow, causing Kaminari to nudge him back until the two were on the verge of wrestling on the floor of Bakugou’s dorm room.

Bakugou could only look back and forth between them and sigh. Dumbasses.

“He obviously means Y/L/N,” Eijirou said in a matter-of-fact tone, giving Katsuki a thumbs up. Katsuki responded with an eye roll. “He just didn’t want to say it because he likes to pretend his enormous crush on her isn’t obvious.”

“I don’t have a crush on Y/L/N,” he protested, folding his arms across his chest defensively.

“Right, and who exactly are you hanging out with tomorrow?” asked Denki.

“Listen– Just because I agreed to hang out with her doesn’t mean I like her!”

Kirishima hummed. “Sure. Have fun on your date tomorrow.”

Katsuki fumed. “It’s not a date!”

“Yeah, but you wish it were.”

With a final twitch of his eye and clenching of his jaw, Bakugou marched over to their seats on his floor, fingers flexing as the sweat that popped off his skin mad a sound so menacing his two idiot friends exchanged nervous glances with a visible swallow.

Laughing nervously, Denki shoved Eijirou in front of him for more time and made a dash towards the door.

“Have fun on your date!” Kirishima called, whacking Kaminari in the back of the head as he ran frantically away from a seething Katsuki.

“Use protection!” Denki warned, tripping over the carpet as he rubbed his sore neck, struggling to scurry away before Bakugou could lay hands on him. “Lots of protection!”

“I’LL MURDER YOU. BOTH OF YOU.”

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In the end, Bakugou didn’t murder anyone.

If he had, Aizawa probably wouldn’t have let him leave campus grounds and he would’ve missed his not-date with you. (Not that he cared if he saw you or not. He just figured slaughtering the two idiots wouldn’t be worth a week of cleaning duty.)

“Thanks for coming with me, Bakugou-kun,” you thanked once more, picnic basket swinging in hand as you walked beside him.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like I had anything better to do.”

Just stop fucking talking, you asshole, he scolded, wanting to punch himself in the face.

But his words didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest. You were well aware of his blunt, harsh persona and yet you chose to stick around him anyway.

You laughed, brushing off his dismissive remark with a sideways smiles he couldn’t look away from. “Well, I’m glad you had nothing better to do then.”

“Pfft.”

By the time the two of you arrived at the nearby park, the sun was resting lazily atop the clouds, rays shining through as you found a spot in the shade for the picnic blanket. You finished setting up the food before getting comfortable, offering Bakugou a sandwich as he took a seat next to you.

“Thanks,” he said, awkwardly taking a bite as he tried to think of what to say.

“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat as the silence settled between you. “Did you like the flowers I gave you yesterday? They’re one of my favorites!”

Bakugou snorted. “You say that about every flower.”

“Because every flower deserves to be loved!”

Although he scoffed externally, on the inside he couldn’t help but feel a begrudging flutter at your words. It just wasn’t possible for someone to have such a kind heart– There must’ve been some catch.

“The lilacs were fine. Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath, uprooting a strand of grass as he rested his palms behind him.

He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. Katsuki had hung around you plenty of times, but something about this moment sent his nerves on edge.

You beamed, a smile so bright it was capable of disarming all his defenses. “I’m happy you liked them! And you knew they were lilacs? I’m impressed. Most people would mistake them for lavender.”

Bakugou thought back to his certified dumb blond friend and scoffed at the memory. “Tch. Only idiots would mistake a pale purple lilac for lavender.”

With a teasing giggle at the somber frown on his face, you nodded. “Right. It definitely didn’t take me months to learn the difference, or anything.” You nudged his shoulder with your own at the sight of his wide-eyed expression. “Maybe you’re just a natural-born flower expert.”

He bristled. “Don’t call me that.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” you protested, folding your arms across your chest at his indignant tone. “I think it’s cool. Besides, flowers are amazing!”

“They’re whatever.”

Katsuki shrugged dismissively as he tried to ignore the knowing look on your face.

“Come on, Bakugou-kun. It’s me,” you said, poking his arm with your index finger. (If it were anyone else, he would’ve shoved them off. But since it was you… He sighed.) “You can admit that you like flowers. I won’t judge.”

“Hmph.”

You pouted, lip jutting out in a small frown. “At least tell me what your favorite flower is.”

He thought about it for a while. “I don’t have one.”

“You have to have one!”

“Don’t you have like 50 because you can’t choose just one?!” asked Bakugou incredulously.

“Yes, but… I have one flower that I love slightly more than the rest,” you said conspiratorially, tapping the bottom of your chin.

Crawling over to the edge of the picnic blanket, you held your hands about the fertile soil and sprouted bundles of white-petaled flowers with yellow centers.

“Daisies?” he guessed.

You nodded in excitement. “Yes! See, I told you– Flower expert!”

Katsuki fought the blush off his cheeks. “It’s just common knowledge.”

It most definitely was not because he spent hours researching all the different types of flowers after the first week of you constantly giving them to him.

“Sure.” You grinned. “I love daisies for a lot of reasons, but one of the reasons is because they make the prettiest flower chains.”

His brows furrowed. “Flower chain?”

You turned towards him with a disbelieving look on your face. “You’ve never made a flower chain?”

“Never even heard of it.”

Your eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets as your held your hand above your chest. “My… My heart is hurting.”

Bakugou dismissed your over-exaggeration with a tsk, but felt the corners of his lips quirking upwards nonetheless. Glancing down at the cluster of white daisies you had just sprouted, you took one between your thumb and index finger and pinched it at the stem.

“Can I show you how?” you asked with a hopeful expression.

He blinked in surprise but managed a shrug. “I guess.”

“Great!” you cheered. You beckoned him over to the spot beside you as you kneeled against the soft bed of grass. Gently plucking a bundle of flowers you had just sprouted, you handed them to him. “There are lots of different ways to make a daisy chain, but I think the braiding method is the best.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure how the fuck there could’ve been different methods for sticking flowers together, but he nodded despite himself. “You can show me that one then.”

Moving closer next to him, you held three daisies in one hand and showed him how to braid–one strand over the other. As you went down the stem, you slowly added more and more flowers to the chain, twisting as it began to curve into a circle.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked gruffly, looking between your chain and his with a slight frown. His was sparse with some areas looking like they were about to fall apart.

Taking in the condition of his flowers, you stifled a laugh. “Looks fine to me.”

“Hmph.”

After a few minutes of grumbles and complaints, Bakugou slowly got the hang of making the daisy chain. In a way, the repetitive movements were sort of relaxing.

You were seated beside him, so close your thigh was brushing against his and he struggled to remain focused on the task at hand.

“Did you know daisies are actually a mix of two flowers?” you said, drawing his attention even more towards you. “The yellow centers are disc florets and the white petals are ray florets.”

He peered closer at the head of the flower in between his fingers, examining the small floral discs that made up the yellow center.

“That’s why, in flower language, white daisies are known to symbolize true love,” you told him. Katsuki looked over at you to find a small smile on your face as you finished up the last of your daisy chain. “It’s the joining together of two different types of flowers, and they fit perfectly. One wouldn’t be the same without the other.”

Your gaze flitted to his as a flush filled his cheeks at your intimate words, and for once in his life, he was at a complete loss for words.

There was a slight twinkle in your eye as you stared with your lips slightly parted. The tension in the air grew when neither of you wanted to look away first in fear of ruining this moment. The setting of the sun cast gentle shadows of your eyelashes and cheekbones and Katsuki was completely annoyed but how disarming your smile in the sunset was.

Clearing his throat, he glared down at the floor as you bit your lip, toying with the petals of the daisy in your lap.

“Ahem– Um, well…” you trailed off, opening and shutting your mouth as you tried to form your thoughts into a sentence. “I made this for you!”

Fumbling with the daisy chain in your hands, you extended your arms out, offering the flower crown to him with your head bowed. His eyes widened in alarm as you waited for him to take the gift.

“W-What are you doing, baka?! You don’t need to bow!” he cried, an intense blush making its way to his cheeks as you peered up at him through your lashes.

“But I wanted to give this to you.”

“You don’t have to give it like that!”

You huffed, puffing your cheeks out in an embarrassed pout. “Do you not want it?”

“I never said that–! But even if I did, it’s not like it never stopped you before,” Katsuki said defensively, muttering an oath under his breath when he felt even the tips of his ears heat up at your actions.

Fighting the flushed expression off your face, you chewed the inside of your cheek. You withdrew your extended arms, hugging the daisies close to your chest as you absentmindedly stroked a white petal.

“Do you want me to stop?” you blurted, your voice quiet.

He looked taken aback. “What?”

You avoided his questioning stare as you continued, “I like giving you all these flowers because the look on your face for the fraction of a second you let your guard down is something I always want to see–” Katsuki’s palms grew sweaty as he felt his temperature rise to inhuman heights. “But, if it annoys you and you want me to stop… I will.”

Bakugou glared down at his lap, unsure where the hell your thought came from or how the fuck he should reply. He didn’t want you to stop– He thought that much was clear.

“Tch.” He shook his head, mumbling under his breath. “Baka.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry?”

He looked up at you, meeting your confused gaze with his intense one. “If you were annoying me, I would’ve told you. I don’t– I don’t mind you giving me all these…dumb flowers.”

Tilting your head to the side, you asked cautiously, “So you like them?”

The most Katsuki could bring himself to do was shrug, but it was enough for you to understand the true meaning he couldn’t bring himself to admit. Slowly, a grin lit up your face as you nudged his side.

“Well, good. Because they like you, too.”

The smile you gave him made it clear there was something more behind your words as well. He glared, flustered. “We’re talking about the stupid flowers, right?”

“Of course,” you said with an all too innocent nod. “What else could we be talking about?”

The two of you shared a knowing smile before he rolled his eyes, taking the daisy chain in your hands and placing them on his head. It felt weird and awkward, but he figured he could put up with it for you. As you stared at him, a weird expression dawn on your face that made him frown in embarrassment.

“What are you looking at, baka?”

You hid the secretive smirk on your face behind your hands. “You. You look cute in that.”

“Yeah… Whatever,” he scoffed, despite the warmth spread in his chest.

And by the time the not-date came to an end, Katsuki wasn’t sure how the two of you ended up walking back to the dorms, smiling dazedly as you walked hand-in-hand. All he knew was, one day, he wanted to be the one to bring you flowers.

a/n: okay honestly i just want bakugou to fall in love so we can see this tsundere but also soft and sweet side of him ahhh i would die. anyway, this was very cheesy hehe but i hope it made you smile! xx sofia

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why Kaminari Denki is not the U.A. traitor (and why the traitor is actually Hagakure)

thank you, anon! okay first off, my opinion of the Kaminari Traitor Theory is: nah, he ain’t. but as requested, I will break this down and refute the various arguments point by point.

this is a big compilation of various “Kaminari is the traitor” posts from 4chan (general warning btw for 4chan being 4chan), which I got from this reddit thread. some of these are clearly shitposts, but on the whole it seems fairly comprehensive, so I’m gonna use this as my primary source for theory arguments. if there are any major arguments for this theory that I missed please let me know.

also! a huge part of the reason why I don’t subscribe to this theory is that I am 1000% sure that Hagakure is the actual traitor. so the second half of this post will consist of a detailed explanation as to why I’m all-in on that theory to the point of dismissing any and all other theories. I feel like that’s worth clarifying a bit more.

so! here goes.

“his proto design is that of a villain”

lol I’m trying to think of how to put this diplomatically. this is something I see a lot, people using Horikoshi’s prototype sketches and notes as evidence for various theories. the thing is, this is shaky ground at best. there’s a reason why these are proto designs and not the final product. Deku’s proto design had emo kid hair, and proto!Katsuki was an obnoxious prep school kid lol. plans change, and thank fucking god for that tbh.

but that aside, “he looks like a villain” is not in any way a solid argument to begin with. Horikoshi has made a point in the actual story of showing that people’s preconceived notions of what heroes and villains “should” look and behave like doesn’t always line up with reality. and in this case we’re not even basing it on behavior, but solely on how he looks, which is really kind of discriminatory. by that logic, one could look at, say, Shouji, and be all, “well he’s clearly the traitor.” just because someone looks scary at first glance doesn’t mean they actually are. all in all, I don’t buy it.

“Kaminari is the only one who could have told the villains where the camping trip was being held since he’s pretty much a walking GPS”

I present to you a panel from chapter 83:

literally any one of the students could have used their phone’s GPS to pinpoint their location and send it to the villains. they weren’t on any kind of communications lockdown, and even if they were, there was no practical way to enforce it. so this argument doesn’t really hold water for me. even if Kami’s quirk did work that way, which we don’t really have evidence of aside from one weird line in the USJ arc that has never since been expanded on, that doesn’t really work as evidence of him being the traitor when there are 39 other kids who could have done the exact same thing without a quirk.

“his dumbness is fake”

this is honestly the one aspect of this theory that I least understand. the thing is, this isn’t a theory. this is a what-if. it’s as if it occurred to someone one day, “lol what if he was just faking” and then this entire elaborate conspiracy headcanon was built up around that and eventually evolved into what we have today. this just doesn’t make sense to me at all. is there any evidence of him actually faking it? I feel like people just went “omg that would be such a cool twist” and then started arguing why it could be canon.

anyways I personally think Kaminari is 100% certified organic dumbass, and frankly I love him for that. where is the respect for the dumbasses of the world. Kaminari is still a great character even if he’s not secretly a JUST AS PLANNED double agent. you don’t need to make him evil for him to be interesting.

“look at his sneering face here, though”

okay yeah but hear me out: he’s a little shithead, lol. I mean, do you also think Bakugou is the traitor or.

“I edited this picture to make him look more evil, look”

okay??? lol, what. I think we can just move right along from this one.

“he didn’t bother with a costume, this must mean he doesn’t need help controlling his ability”

this I don’t get at all. a lot of the kids went into hero school not having a clear idea of what kind of costume features would best suit their quirks. that’s only natural; they’re still inexperienced. it is in no way any kind of indicator of any deception on their part. Kaminari is extremely powerful, but until recently he hasn’t had the guidance he needed to help him figure out how to harness that power better. and seeing as he has now made several modifications to his costume since starting at U.A., this argument is out of date.

“it’s scary how much traitor kaminari would make sense”

a lot of these really are just shitposts, huh? maybe I should have picked a better source. but just, like. what even is the logic here? “if he’s actually not stupid THEN HE MUST BE EVIL”? I really am trying to give this theory a fair shake you guys, even though it probably doesn’t seem that way. but this is just leap after leap. I keep thinking that I must have missed something crucial but as far as I can tell this is it.

“Monoma’s gonna copy his quirk and figure it out”

I do want to see Monoma copy his quirk, but only because seeing him go all “wheeeey” would be absolutely amazing tbh.

“reminder that kaminari thought stain was cool”

this one is actually a reasonable point. but listen, you have to keep in mind that Kaminari is a sixteen-year-old boy who gets easily swept up in the latest crazes and memes and fads. he’s naturally curious, and very open-minded and accepting, even when he perhaps shouldn’t be. but it’s as much a strength as it is a weakness, if not more so. those same traits make him the friendliest member of class 1-A (with the possible exception of Kirishima), allowing him to get along well even with a sentient cactus like Bakugou, and to stubbornly befriend Shinsou all of fifteen minutes after Shinsou announced that he wasn’t there to make friends lmao. he’s very unprejudiced, and when you put that together with how excitable he is, you can see how that might make him a bit more susceptible to getting caught up in stuff like the Stain hype train. it doesn’t make him evil. hell, even Deku had a kind of begrudging respect for Stain. I personally can’t stand Stain at all so I don’t get it myself lol, but it seems to be canon that he had a real charisma which many people were swayed by even if they didn’t agree with his ideals.

“>hanging wrist watches on the wall - Who the hell does this”

you know what that’s a fair point too.

“his room is tacky and shows no personality”

okay in seriousness this is barely worth addressing because it’s so far of a reach, but fine. the thing is, Kaminari’s core personality is that of a typical teenage boy. that’s his role in the class. he’s just a normal guy, because you need to have some normal people around to balance out this cast of extravagant weirdos. and anyways, if we’re accusing people of being evil simply because their rooms lack personality, Ojiro and Shouji’s rooms are right. there. I’m just saying.

“he was in remedial too [on the school trip]. avoiding combat”

so were Sero, Kirishima, Mina, Satou, and Monoma. what’s more, they didn’t know that the remedial kids were going to be barred from participating in the test of courage. most of them were devastated to realize that lol. anyways so yeah this isn’t really proof of anything.

“[the night] before the attack Kaminari is clearly missing”

this is referring to this panel from chapter 75:

however, there’s actually a whole chapter in the second light novel about Iida going around in the middle of the night checking on his sleeping classmates (which is actually very sweet) while also trying to find his glasses, and said chapter establishes that Iida is in fact the one missing in this scene. because he’s wandering around tucking people in and shit. Kaminari is actually the one under the pile of pillows.

anyways, this is getting long and I haven’t even gotten into the real meat of this post yet, so I’ll just address a couple of the remaining arguments real quick.

but if he’s really that stupid how did he get into U.A.” - he studied!!! also he’s not really that stupid! he can be very bright, he’s just easily distracted.

L pose – as others have pointed out, this...

...is very likely just a variation of his finger gun pose, as seen here:

but even if it’s not, my rebuttal for the Stain argument applies here as well. my boy loves his memes. this would have been right in the midst of all the Deika City coverage, and the PLF probably took the opportunity to throw a few poses in there. it’s probably the trendy thing on Instagram right now. in any case, what it is not is proof that Kaminari is the person who broke into the U.A. offices and stole the staff schedule in order to facilitate the League’s planned invasion of USJ. nor is it proof of Kaminari being the one who gave away the training camp’s location.

and segueing into the second part of this post now, this, IMO, is what so many of these traitor theories are missing. if you’re trying to identify who the U.A. traitor is, these are the two incidents you need to look at. I feel like a lot of people get swept up in what-if speculation, and forget what sparked this whole notion of there being a mole at U.A. in the first place. it’s specifically because of these two attacks, which could not have been planned without the assistance of an inside person providing information to the League from within UA. therefore, if we’re trying to identify who the traitor is, these are the only two questions we actually have to answer:

who, if anyone, had the opportunity to steal the staff schedule during Shigaraki’s break-in in chapter 12, and

who was it that gave away the training camp’s location and allowed Dabi and co. to invade and kidnap Bakugou?

that’s it. this, IMO, is what the focus should be on. and here’s the thing: while we still don’t have a definitive answer for the second question, we do have an answer for the first, and Horikoshi gave it to us all the way back in that same chapter.

but before I get to that, let’s back up and revisit that memorable incident. recall, if you will, the events that took place on the day of the break-in. class 1-A voted on a class president, and afterwards, during their lunch period, the security alarm went off as a result of Tomura doing this to the door and allowing the press to swarm the school:

initially, Rat Principal speculates as to whether a villain might have taken the opportunity to sneak in. but given the later incident at the training camp, as Present Mic rightly points out, it’s far more likely that there is a traitor in their midst instead. someone who had both the means and opportunity to take advantage of the chaos caused by the press, and somehow steal a copy of the staff schedule from right under U.A.’s nose.

given that this same person is almost certainly the one who later on gave the training camp info to the villains as well, this narrows down the field of potential suspects to either one of the teachers, or a student from class 1-A or 1-B. obviously if it’s a teacher then it could be any one of them, so there’s really no point in trying to narrow it down. the same goes for 1-B since we’re not even introduced to them until the following arc and we have no idea what they were doing during this incident. so for now, the question becomes: which, if any of the class 1-A kids had the opportunity to steal the schedule during chapter 12?

and for the answer, we need only revisit the class president voting records:

incidentally, this is something I can’t take credit for, because it was Viz’s translator Caleb Cook who originally pointed it out on his Twitter. but anyways. just in case this isn’t clear, the results are as following:

3 votes - Deku (himself, Ochako, and Iida)

2 votes - Yaomomo (herself, and Shouto)

1 vote - Jirou, Tsuyu, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Mineta, Satou, Kouda, Mina, Shouji, and Aoyama

for anyone doing the math, that is... nineteen votes.

curious, for a class consisting of twenty kids. and downright suspicious given the events that take place less than an hour later. assuming that each student voted for him or herself as implied, what this means is that every kid in class 1-A is accounted for on the day of the break-in, except one. and it’s not Kaminari.

it’s Hagakure.

Hagakure is not featured in any of the panels before or after the vote, either. true, she’s invisible, but she should still be wearing her uniform at the very least. but she is very distinctively the sole 1-A student unaccounted for during this chapter. Hagakure, whose quirk is invisibility. Hagakure, who could have easily slipped into the teacher’s office during the press onslaught and taken a copy of the schedule unnoticed. Hagakure, who is also one of only two people (the other being Aoyama) whose whereabouts are also unverified during the subsequent attack:

now this is where it gets really interesting. why would Hagakure’s location be deliberately withheld? especially since later on she says that she was actually with Todoroki the whole time:

unlike Aoyama, whose whereabouts remain a mystery because He Is Just Like That, Hagakure freely discloses her own whereabouts. the thing is though, if it wasn’t actually a secret, then why did Horikoshi go out of his way to omit it in the first place? there are other characters whose locations we only know because Horikoshi put them on the map. specifically Tokoyami and Kouda, who are never actually shown battling once they get warped away (at least not in the manga). yet despite this, their whereabouts aren’t a secret. it’s a deliberate choice by Horikoshi to not confirm where Hagakure actually is, and coming on the heels of her also being conspicuously MIA in chapter 12, this IMO is a huge red flag.

anyway, so now let’s fast forward to the training camp arc. now here, we do know where Hagakure ends up. specifically, she gets KOed by the gas along with Jirou. this makes her one of only two U.A. students who are not actually involved in the fighting either at the forest, or back at the lodge with Vlad. at first glance, that might appear to make her less suspicious. and it’s true that unlike the USJ arc, there is no evidence here that directly ties Hagakure to this particular invasion (though the same is true for pretty much everyone else as well). however, there are two things I would like to point out. the first is Hagakure and Jirou’s position in the test of courage lineup:

directly behind Todoroki and Bakugou (a.k.a. the League’s target). this would have put her in a good position to signal to the League when to attack. note that the attack didn’t commence until Baku and Todo had reached the midpoint of the trail, which results in their decision to press forward through the forest rather than turning back toward the start.

this is suspiciously good timing on the League’s part. it’s not confirmed they knew exactly when to strike -- they could have just gotten lucky -- but it’s something worth taking note of.

and the second thing is that being so close to the League’s target would have made it difficult for Hagakure to escape without having to fight the League. and since she wasn’t alone, she couldn’t just run off and hide like during USJ. so it may be that she made the deliberate choice to let the poison gas take the two of them out instead, especially if she knew in advance that it wouldn’t actually be lethal. this gives her an alibi for the attack without putting her in the awkward position of potentially having to fight her own allies. all in all it’s making the best of a tricky situation.

lastly, here’s the thing that really clinches the whole theory for me, and it takes place a couple of days later. now remember, the purpose of this whole attack was for the League to kidnap Bakugou. they go to all that trouble, even losing three of their own members in the process. and what happens afterwards, barely two days later? the heroes track down the villains using Momo’s homing device and Naomasa’s fortuitous tip, and are able to get Bakugou back, albeit at great cost. all of that meticulous planning, only for the League to end up on the run, and with Tomura’s mentor taken captive to boot.

this seems like a huge oversight on behalf of the U.A. traitor if they knew about the heroes’ attack and didn’t think to warn the League. and the thing is, we know for a fact that every single member of class 1-A did know in advance, thanks to Kirishima and Shouto. every member that is, except two.

hmmm.

so, to reiterate. Hagakure Tooru:

has no alibi for the incident in chapter 12 during which someone stole the staff schedule as confirmed by Kurogiri in chapter 13

has no confirmed alibi for the USJ invasion

had the means and opportunity to pass along the training camp location to the villains, assuming she had a phone with GPS

is one of only two 1-A students who did not know that the heroes had tracked the villains’ location, and thus would not have been able to pass along that vital bit of info. we know that the villains were caught unawares by the heroes’ raid, so this is huge

so that’s three incidents (not counting the training camp location which admittedly anyone could have done) in which Hagakure is singled out as one of only a handful of people with no alibi during a critical moment. now granted, there are a handful of other candidates who could possibly fall under suspicion for same reasons. Aoyama’s whereabouts are also unknown during the USJ invasion, and Jirou was also knocked out during the training camp attack. however, Hagakure is the only one who lacks an alibi for all three incidents. and, crucially, she is the sole 1-A student who did not vote in the class president election, something which is never explained or even brought up but which is hidden in plain sight.

for these reasons, I pretty much have to conclude that Hagakure is the U.A. traitor. it just lines up. and for me, the difference between the Hagakure theory and the Kaminari theory is that the evidence for the former is based on actual events in the canon, whereas the Kami theory seems to mostly just be speculation about whether or not he’s secretly evil. and look, I have no idea whether or not Hagakure is evil. I have no clue why she’d be doing this. she seems nice (although it’s worth pointing out that we have no idea what she actually looks like, who her family is, or even how old she really is for that matter. her quirk is awfully convenient for being a spy). motive is definitely a big question mark here. but the fact remains that all of the evidence we have thus far points to one candidate, and that’s her.

anyways! so that’s the end of my post about the Kaminari traitor theory, I guess! basically, he is not the traitor for many reasons, but the most compelling one is that the actual traitor has already been confirmed in my book. anyhoo, this plot has more or less been on hold since chapter 98, so it’s been quite a while since we’ve had much to speak of in terms of new evidence. but as of 242 it looks like things may finally be on the move again, so that’s exciting. regardless of my opinion on the Kami theory, I’m excited that people are talking about this again, and I really can’t wait to see how things develop from here.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #kaminari denki #hagakure tooru #bnha meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #bnha theory #u.a. traitor #traitor!hagakure #hagakure traitor theory

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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Going Down Swinging

Going Down Swinging by Panda Bansha

Kaminari and Shinsou have the best get-together story of all of class A.

Words: 4820, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Nezu

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Bakusquad, kaminari is a certified dumbass, one singular mentioning of kiribaku, Mentions of Character Death, treating like character death, but no characters died writing this fic, is this considered a crack fic?, Rated for swearing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41939280

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami #♥#Shinkami #⚡#⚣#R:T #A:Panda #Bakusquad

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cl-0-vr · 4 years

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next up is kaminari denki! he’s a certified dumbass™️ but we still love him 😚💛

♋️ INSTAGRAM: https://instagram.com/yumi_chan_doodles?igshid=14j048qz5xoea

#mha #my hero academia #bnha fanart #boku no hero academia #kaminari denki #denki art #digital drawing #digital art #digital illustration

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kurokoros · 4 years

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👀👀 kaminari live cam show? Tell me more!

Consider: Kaminari, a certified dumbass, borrows some money from local drug dealer Shigaraki, and Kaminari, deathly afraid of having his kneecaps busted, ropes the reader, his roommate, into helping him make X amount of money in three days (started as a week, Kaminari is v bad at haggling). Someone suggests a cam show and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

btw this all started because I came up with this dialogue

Y/N: You stole money from your weed dealer?

Kaminari: No, Y/N, I’m not a fucking idiot! I stole money from Sero’s weed dealer!

#alisha babbles #does this count as fuck or die?#whatever #they gone fuck in front of a live audience because otherwise kaminari might have his kneecaps broken #lmao no one is going to read this #alas to the wip pile it goes #Anonymous

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chocolatetayaki · 4 years

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Shinsou: Gimmie a kiss

Kaminari: No i’m mad at you

Shinsou: Why?

Kaminari: because you never told me the answer to 12x12

Shinsou: i’m dating the biggest dumbass ever-

-7/15/2020-

#bnha #mha #dumbass hours #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #bakusquad #kamishin #shinkami #kaminari x shinsou #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #denks is a certified dummy

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one-trigger-lullaby · 5 years

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Part two of Bakugo getting revenge for Mineta sabotaging Midoriya

Link to part one

You Can Lead a Horse to Water but it won't Save it from These Fucking Hands

Bakugo had remained unmoving by Deku's side, his anger left to fester until it had reached the boiling point. His muscles were stiff with tension that begged to be released in the way of soot-covered fists and blood-soaked ground.

His eyes trailed to the door as Aizawa entered, his eyes glowing red and his light gray scarf weaving through the air around him. He looked towards them and his eyes seemed to dim a bit once Deku looked up at him from his place on the ground.

Before Aizawa had had even a second to open his mouth, Bakugo was jabbing a sweat-glistened finger down to point at the object of his anger, drawing the dark-faced teacher's attention to the purple glob stuck to the bottom of Deku's, prone-on-the-fucking-floor Deku's, bright red high-top sneaker.

The man's eyes glowed anew as he took a moment to study it, his lip pulling up in an almost unnoticeable sneer as he no doubt recognized the offensive thing for what it was. Aizawa met Bakugo's eye, his own afire. An understanding passed between them. "As of now, Mineta Minoru, student of UA in class 1-A, is expelled from UA on charges of assault and attempted murder of a certified hero."

Section 3:4:A: Any person(s) charged with assault, attempted murder, murder, manslaughter(Involuntary manslaughter withstanding under certain specifications, see Section 4:1:E), assassination, or sabotage(Section 4:15:E) of a certified hero(Student licenses certified by the UHA withstanding) are to have their status changed to A-Class Villain Citizenship(Section 5:3:V) effective immediately and assumed as armed an dangerous. Pursuing heroes are permitted to use deadly force in apprehending villain. (Further regulations continued in Section 3:5:A)

Bakugo's eyes went wild with his grin. Aizawa came to take his place, kneeling by Deku's side and speaking quietly to him. Bakugo paid them no mind, fury and vicious satisfaction intermingling in his throat, twisting into fiery chaos that ripped and tore down his body. He wanted revenge and, with Aizawa's pretty little words, he'd be able to have it.

He turned to leave, ignoring whatever else Aizawa was saying to Deku, uncaring, really. Just as he got to the door, Aizawa's voice stopped him short. "Bring him back alive, please, Bakugo."

He heard Deku pipe up quietly in question but Bakugo just pushed on. "No fucking promises."

Bakugo Katsuki was on a warpath and the scorch marks his feet left on the floors through his burned-through soles warned all who saw them of it. His hands were a steady crackle of explosive energy, his sweat running down his arms in cascades as his anger manifested itself.

He made a B-line from the training grounds towards the dorm buildings, pushing past any students that were stupid enough to stand in his way. In a show of good judgment, most stepped back immediately, some even activating their quirks as he passed as if they expected him to turn on them.

But no, he had a target. One worth more than those extras.

The wide doors' hinges cracked and twisted as he blew them open, hanging on an awkward angle. The students lingering behind it jumped away with cries of surprise and Bakugo saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye as he stomped past.

A large, rough hand grabbed his arm, slipping away easily when Bakugo tugged it away with a wordless snarl. "Woah, dude, what the hell happened!?"

Bakugo turned his head with a snap to look back at Kirishima who held his nitroglycerin-covered hand at his side with a limp wrist and a confused look. "Don't touch me."

Kirishima recoiled at the acid in his tone and hung back for a second as Bakugo continued past him. He heard the redhead follow soon after, wordless, almost like silent support. Bakugo didn't care; he could do what he wanted as long as he stayed out of his goddamn way.

He demolished the three flights of stairs it would take to get to the floor purple-dick crept on and Bakugo could practically feel Kirishima's confused stare burn deeper into his back as they got further and further into the residential area but Bakugo, quite frankly, didn't have to explain himself. Not to him, not to anyone.

The shit stain lived on the fourth floor of the building, in the fourth room to the left with an obnoxious purple and red-splotched door. On it hung a tell-tale photo of a large-breasted woman with black crosses over her otherwise exposed nipples.

Bakugo didn't pause once he came upon it, his shoulders heaving with his furious breath. In a second, the doorknob was smashed into the charred door as he blew a hole in it before flinging what was left of the door into the far wall of the room.

"Bakugo, what the hell are you doing?" Bakugo ignored Kirishima in favor stepping into the room with heavy footsteps and looking around the apparently empty space.

Bakugo's fists clenched. "Fucker's not here. Fuck."

He turned on his heel with every intention of walking out but the redhead blocking the doorway didn't seem intent on moving willingly. He tried to push past despite this but he was met with quirk-hardened shoulders as the dumbass physically stopped him, planting an unmoving hand on the other side of the doorway.

"Chill the hell out, man, what are you doing?" Kirishima asked, his sharp teeth dug into his lip.

A long, smoke-filled breath left through Bakugo's nose. His eyes were pure fire as he glared at his longtime friend.

"Mineta," he ground out, "is an A-class villain." He almost reveled in the look of dumb shock that came over Kirishima's face.

"What? But..." Kirishima's arm fell from the doorway as he turned his nose down with a lost look on his face.

Bakugo shrugged past him, clenching his jaw tightly as he took in the hurt puppy look on the redhead's face. His voice was quiet as he confided in his friend, "The fucker could've killed Deku today."

Kirishima's head snapped to the side so fast Bakugo heard his neck crack. "What? Is he okay?"

Bakugo gave a tight nod, crossing his arms. "But purple dick won't be after I'm finished with him."

Bakugo waited as Kirishima seemed to search for something in his eyes. After a long beat, he nodded with surety. He slapped Bakugo's shoulder. "I'm with you."

"Common room." Was all Bakugo said as he turned and walked out of the room, humbly reassured by Kirishima's rock-solid presence at his back.

Coincidentally, most of their classmates could've been found in the common room that evening. Soon-to-be-dead Mineta Minoru was no exception to that.

Laughter was what met him as he entered, his fellow classmates stationed at every corner of the room and completely, deliciously unaware of what was about to happen. Tokoyami was reading in the bright purple armchair in the corner of the expansive room; Uraraka, frog-porn, and pink hair were standing in front of the pool table, jabbering on excitedly in between loud pings of cue hitting ball.

Best of all, Mineta was standing on the thousand-times replaced coffee table, holding up a golden cup with that stupid fucking atrocity of a cape tied around his duck-like neck as he posed for Kaminari who scribbled madly at a piece of sketching paper, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips.

"Bakugo! Come play!" Pink-hair shouted as she spotted him lingering in the doorway. As he had never taken his off of the little gremlin, he saw the millisecond his target recognized what she had just said, freezing on the table.

"I have something to take care of, first," He told her, slowly walking towards Mineta as the teenager twisted towards him with a look or horror.

"What? But..." Mina trailed off, looking back at the stoic Kirishima flanking him. She seemed to pull back a bit, standing back to watch as they approached the coffee table.

Mineta had turned fully by this point, leaning almost entirely off of the table, holding the shiny golden cup in his hand like a weapon. "B-b-b-b-bakugo, buddy, come on, let's not get hasty..."

Bakugo's palms cracked and fizzled with heat and tiny explosions, his grin growing wild as Mineta took a tumble off of the table, collapsing in a rightfully terrified heap of ugly.

Kaminari had looked up at this point, his obnoxiously yellow eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "Bakugo? What's—"

Kaminari got cut off with a flinch as another explosion popped in his palm, and bright and loud enough to give everyone in the room pause. Bakugo allowed Mineta scramble to his feet, palms faced forward in a futile attempt at appeasement.

"Please, come on, I didn't do anything," Mineta pleaded. His words made the boil in his blood rise in temperature, heating his insides until toxic sweat dripped down his straining temple.

"Didn't do anything?" Bakugo repeated in a hiss that scuttled out between clenched teeth. His nostrils flared as he took a large step forward, stopped short by Kirishima who had put a hand on his arm.

He rounded on the solid teen to give him a piece of his fucking mind but Kirishima wasn't looking at him—he was staring hard at the pale, shivering lump of shit in front of them.

Kirishima pushed his way in front of Bakugo, using the hand he had on Bakugo as leverage. In a show of good faith mixed with curiosity, Bakugo let him without fuss.

"Mineta," Kirishima started slowly, "what did you do?"

"Nothing!" He exclaimed desperately. "He-he's crazy, Kirishima, crazy!" His voice went annoyingly high at the end.

"And why would he lie?" Kirishima crossed his arm, muscles bulging. Mineta watched with a gulp.

Mina and Uraraka veered closer in the corner of Bakugo's eye, Mina by Bakugo and Uraraka somewhere in between. "B—because he's crazy!" Mineta insisted. He looked at Uraraka with a wet sheen in his eyes. "You know he's always trying to hurt me for no reason."

Bakugo sneered. Little prick. Going after the oblivious, kind-hearted chick that the shit had never personally offended. It would've almost been smart if he weren't so fucking stupid.

Officially out of patience, Bakugo pushed Kirishima away and raised his hands. "Say bye-bye you little fuck."

Mineta cried out in fear as Bakugo's palms crackled and heat licked his skin.

"Stop it Bakugo!" Bakugo pulled back abruptly, drawing his hands in as Uraraka threw herself in front of Mineta, her doe-eyes wide and determined. Bakugo ground his teeth. Bleeding hearts of the fucking world unite.

"Bakugo, you can't just push people around whenever you want because you have a strong quirk. You're going to hurt someone." Uraraka held a wide stance. "I'm tired of watching you bully everyone just because you can."

"At least I don't sexually harass people like the worthless scum you're defending," Bakugo sneered, leaning in close to her face. She seemed to hesitate.

"He's lying!" Mineta screeched

"I'm not," Bakugo challenged.

Uraraka looked conflicted for all of a second before she seemed to shake herself out of it, returning to glaring at Bakugo. "That's enough, Bakugo. Leave him alone."

Bakugo's eyes narrowed. "Sure. Let's say, in this perfect little fucked up world of yours, I leave him alone. Then what? Oh yeah." He rolled his eyes and tapped the side of his head. "Someone else will take care of it. Nah, I'd rather do it myself."

"Why would someone be after Mineta?" Mina piped up beside him, looking uncertain.

"Uraraka, move," Kirishima said, his face flat and joyless. He put a hand on her forearm and tugged gently. She stood strong and frowned.

"Why do you let him do this, Kirishima? You don't have to let him push you around," Uraraka said, her voice softer as she spoke to the redhead of whom Bakugo was sure she held much more fondness for than that of which she held for himself.

"Uraraka," Kirishima said gently, "Mineta's a villain citizen, you have to move."

Her eyes went wide and Mina seemed to give up on her line of questioning, freezing. "What? But—"

"Fucker tried to kill Deku this morning," Bakugo informed helpfully. "Move the fuck out of my way before I move you myself."

Kirishima pulled a shocked Uraraka out of the way, letting her process in the sidelines as Bakugo moved forward.

"What?!" Mineta scrambled onto the couch, going over the back of it. "I didn't try to kill anyone!"

"No?" Bakugo cracked his knuckles. "It's got your sticky little fingers all over it, fuckface." He stepped up and over the table, onto the couch.

"Woah, woah, woah, Bakugo, let's think about this! You can't just kill me!"

"No?" Bakugo quirked a brow. "Then why isn't anyone stopping me?"

Mineta looked around at his silent, grim-faced classmates filling the room and watching but making no move to halt Bakugo's actions. "B-because they're scared of you."

"Not even close," Bakugo told him almost joyously.

"Villains who attempt to murder or assassinate licensed heroes are classified under Class A," Tokoyami said, having finally stood from the armchair and wandered closer, watching the goings-on with a look of neutrality.

Horror overtook Mineta's features. "No, n-no!"

"That's right, you little shit, it turns out I have everything fucking right to blow you off the fucking map." An explosion popped. "And I'm going to."

Bakugo hopped over the back of the couch with ease and gripped Mineta by the throat before he could scramble away like the terrified worm he was. Mineta cried out, his tiny fists scrambling to latch onto Bakugo's thickly-veined arms.

"Please!" Mineta looked at the others pleadingly. "C-come on guys, you... you can't just..." He trailed off as none of his 'friends' were able to meet his eye.

Bakugo drew him in close. "You hurt my partner. I'm going to enjoy ripping you apart."

The familiar smell of smoke and nitroglycerin was what Midoriya woke up to. His body was numb and his head was high and floaty, but he could recognize his partner's unique scent despite it. It always followed the blonde like a fused trail.

It got especially strong, Midoriya had noted long ago, after he'd used his quirk in a fight.

He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, barely remembered making it off the ground, but it didn't seem like nearly long enough when he finally opened his eyes.

Bakugo was seated at his bedside, one leg crossed over the other as he read over a magazine with All Might on the front cover. As he turned a page in the mag, Midoriya noticed that his fingertips were soot-covered and dark.

Midoriya frowned, squinting. "Kacchan? What's that? What did you do?"

Bakugo looked at Midoriya innocently, his eyebrows raised. "Nothing."

Rolling his eyes, Midoriya nodded to his hands. "Training?"

Bakugo glanced down at his own hands as if this was the first time he'd seen them. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Something like that."

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