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Do you think you could do one where Bakugou's s/o is struggling with a recent weight gain, not wanting to be intimate stuff like that. Maybe where he makes a positive comment about their stretch marks and comforts them assuring them how attractive he finds them. I love everything I've read of yours! Thank you.

a/n: yes! thank you love! <3 these ideas are so cute. all body types are beautiful and that’s on jah

all characters aged 18+ au!!

summary: you begin to feel insecure about your weight, worrying about bakugou’s thoughts on your recent weight-gain and stretch marks.

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

warnings: swearing, soft bakugou, fluff, 

word count: 807

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You’d had a bit of healthy weight gain, and seemingly nothing had changed. But you’d noticed. You felt like your stretch marks were baring signals for everyone to see.

You just wanted to cover up and never been again. You’d just felt so insecure about it, even though it seemed so normal.

Bakugou had already knocked on your door, knocking you out of your trance of staring at your tummy in the mirror. You bit your lip and pulled his sweater down over what you thought was an immediate turn-off.

“Hey, babe.” Bakugou pulled you into a kiss after you opened the door. You smiled into the kiss, melting into his touch.

The kiss was hungry, driven by passion. And you wanted more than anything to get hot and heavy with him.

But what if he saw your stretch marks? What if-

Bakugou pulled away and stepped into your room, closing the door behind himself. He turned his attention back to you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Training was so boring today.” His hand flicked the lock shut so no-one could interrupt the two of you.

“Yeah.” You agree. You figured as third years your training would be a bit more intensive, but it had been pretty slow lately.

Bakugou walked with you back to your bed, eventually coming to a stop in front of you.

“I’m just happy I get to come back and spend time with you.” Bakugou’s warm hands sneaked up your sweater, resting just above the hem of your pants.

Bakugou leaned forward, his lips connecting to your neck, nipping at your soft skin gently. You melted in his hands like putty. He was so good at making you weak at the knees for him. He knew all your sweet spots, and just how to play his cards to get you moaning his name.

“Katsuki-” You breathed out, feeling his hands crawling up your skin more and more.

Your hands shot down, pushing his hands out from under his own sweater that rested over your torso.

“What’s wrong, did I do something-”

“N-No! It’s just uh…” You tried to come up with an excuse to tell him why you weren’t feeling up to doing anything. 

Bakugou raised a brow, his hands retreating back to his side as he waited for your answer. You looked down at the ground, gripping the hem of your (his) sweater.

“I just uhm, I put on a bit of weight and I don’t want you to be grossed out.” You mumbled. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

You watched as Bakugou’s hands returned to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Why would you think I’d be grossed out?” Bakugou questioned, hugging you.

“I don’t know, I just- You’re so fit and I’m all disgusting-”

“Don’t fucking say that about yourself. You’re fucking beautiful.” Bakugou pulled away to look at you. Your eyes met with his. Your cheeks began to heat up.

How’d you get so lucky in the boyfriend department?

“I love you.” You said softly, pulling him in for another hug.

“I love you too.” Bakugou smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Bakugou’s hands slipped back under his sweater that was fashioned on you, his fingers tickling your sides.

“H-Hey!” You giggled, a smile resting on Bakugou’s lips. Bakugou pulled his own sweater off of you, staring at you in amazement.

He approached you, forcing you down onto the bed as he crawled over top of you. Your hands pulled his shirt off of him, throwing it to the side. You admired his broad shoulders, placing your hands on them, fixing yourself under him.

Bakugou brought his face down to your chest, peppering small kisses all over, eventually stopping right above your tummy. You felt the familiar pit return, worried he’d just said that to cheer you up.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Bakugou muttered, his fingers tracing your stretch marks delicately. Your cheeks flushed again as he complimented you.

“I’m so fucking lucky to have you.” Bakugou placed small kisses along your stretch marks, proving every one of them to be just as beautiful as the last.

“Gorgeous.” Bakugou whispered, rising back up to meet with your eyes.

He hovered above you, moving a hand back up to stroke your cheek.

“Don’t ever think that you’re anything less than beautiful.” Bakugou reassured you. You nodded, feeling silly for wanting to cry and kiss him a million times.

“Are you fixing to cry?” Bakugou asked, noticing how glossy your eyes were getting.

“No! Maybe! You’re so sweet, please kiss me.” You blurted out, quickly placing your hand at the back of his neck, pulling him down to lock his lips onto yours again.

Bakugou hummed happily as his lips melted against yours, happy that he had made you feel better.

He loves you so much.

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Hi hi there, @eggos-world​! I’m sending you all the good vibes during these weird circumstances ^^ This request is like the cutest thing thank you so so much. Have a lovely day, my friend. 

Lets continue the never-ending stream of Yaomomo-chi making Bakugou content!!

As always, lots of love coming at you from Yaomomo xxx


Katsuki Bakugou:


Originally posted by baekugos

Katsuki growled, his crimson eyes narrowing at the annoying ball of green that was Deku sat on the sofa, his arm secured around your waist: An innocent scene, if you will. But, the blond boy saw it as a threat. Katsuki had been pining after you for the last two years, his time at UA consumed by his growing feelings for you, and Deku knew it. He couldn’t believe that Izuku has the nerve to touch you like that, like you were lovers or something. Katsuki wasn’t about to sit around and just let that nerd take you away from him so easily.

“Oi, Deku, watch where you’re putting your fuckin’ hands.” Kaachan’s voice was low, a scowl on his face as he sat down between the pair of you, his muscular thigh pressing up against your own on the now cramped little settee. He’d clearly just showered, his spiky hair damp and less voluminous than usual. Katsuki always made an effort to smell good when he knew you’d be around too, evident by the sweet cologne you could smell radiating from his body.

“Why? Are you jealous, Kaachan?” Deku chided, smirking, knowing full-well that his teasing would probably get Katsuki to admit his feelings. Katsuki’s face flared red at the accusation, his hand that was closest to Izuku sparking as his anger bubbled over, activating his quirk. Katsuki was making an effort to keep the hand that was next to you from lighting, not wanting to hurt you.

“Shut the fuck up, Deku!” He screeched, tackling Izuku to the floor in front of you, his face full of rage as he prepared to potentially kill his green-haired classmate. Katsuki didn’t want you to know about his crush on you - It was embarrassing: The way his heart had pounded for you ever since your first year of school together. He wasn’t just about to admit that he had been completely smitten for you for the last two years, never intending to tell you that all the notes in your locker were from him. No way in hell were you knowing that the white day cards and flowers were put at your dorm room door by him, either.

“Hey Bakugou-san! Maybe you could help me with this homework?” You’d gotten his attention successfully, watching as he let go of poor Midoriya and sat next to you begrudgingly, staring at the map in your hands.

“You’re really struggling with geography, idiot?” Now time to make him laugh.

“So I am confusion, why is this one ‘Kansas’?”, you pointed to the American state on the map before quickly moving your hand across the map, pointing at another state, “But this one is not ‘Ar-Kansas’?! Bakugou, explain, explain! What do you mean its ‘Arkansas’?!” Vines were a sure fire way to get anyone to laugh. Katsuki’s angry expression melted away as he chuckled lowly at your antics, his laughter only increasing as you continued to fake yell at the map. You continued quoting stupid vines, giving Izuku time to escape to the safety of his room whilst you listened to the blond boy’s uncontrollable snickering.

Tears pooled at the edges of Bakugou’s eyes as he continued to chuckle, “You’re such an idiot, dumbass.”

“Awh, c’mon Bakugou-san! You know ya’ love me,” your words made him blush deeply and look anywhere in the room but at your face, “Otherwise you wouldn’t have nearly boiled Deku-kun alive earlier.”

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on you! It’s inappropriate…” Katsuki scoffed, but his breath hitched in his throat when you wrapped your arms around his tummy, hugging him before laying a gentle kiss to his chest. Unsurprisingly, he let you snuggle into his frame, tucking you under his chin which he placed upon your head and sighing deeply at the touch he’d craved for so long.

“Don’t see you complaining now, Kaachan. Is it inappropriate when you’re cuddling me instead?” Pink blush seared on Katsuki’s face when you used his nickname, though, a glint of mischief twinkled in his gorgeous ruby eyes.

“Do you want it to be … (F/N)-chan?” He’d never used your first name before, let alone added ‘chan’ to infer that he actually liked you. Of course you’d known about his crush on you for a while - Izuku couldn’t keep secrets that well.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you giggled, lifting your head to kiss his cheek, “At least buy me dinner first.” And with that, you kissed his lips and gained yourself one hot-headed boyfriend.

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  • Kaminari has ADHD, it was Aizawa that sent him to see a professional when he first noticed that the boy could have them.
  • When Kaminari came back to him, upset with the results. He made him speak to Mic. 
  • Kaminari felt comfortable talking to Mic about this stuff, seeing as Mic understood.
  • At first Kaminari felt stupid and weird. Like he just didn’t fit in. 
  • But would the Bakusquad allow that? No sir, not at all.
  • Aizawa was glad he had all of the Bakusquad sat near each other in times like this.
  • Ojirou had no issue lending his tail as a fidget toy when nobody remembered Denki’s ‘fidget box’
  • Inside of the box had a large arrange of toys for him, fidget spinners and fidget cubes, stress balls and a pot of paperclips.
  • They found that letting Denki make a chain of paperclips really helps him focus. 
  • The teachers was much more lenient with him and his impulsiveness. He made sure all teachers had a fidget toy in their classroom at all times. 
  • Aizawa let Denki wear earphones during tests, letting him listen to calming music. He understood from Mic that it is really hard to focus. 
  • The Bakusquad keep a close eye on him when they go out because Kaminari has a tendency to see something and just walk off.
  • Whenever they get visitors, they grow to hate Kaminari. They tell him about how rude he is. He cant exactly control his impulsiveness
  • Sensai is quick to jump too his defence while apologising to the visitor.
  • His class is very supportive. 
  • There was this one time Kendo didn’t have a chance to drag Monoma way before he crossed the line.  
  • He made a comment about how Kaminari will never be able to handle being a hero because he is too stupid and his brain doesnt function the same.
  • It hurt Kaminaris self-esteem a whole load. And it got the entire Bakusquad put on house arrest for two days. 
  • It would of been a week if Aizawa wasn’t mad at Monoma. 

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Tokoyami: I feel like I want to flip someone off

Dark Shadow: I don’t know why you want to do it but I hope it won’t cause us harm


Bakugou: The fuck your screaming for-

Tokoyami: *flips Bakugo off then runs away*




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Arcade {Kamijirou}

{slight bakukami}

TW : Abusive Relationship, College AU, Jirou is a dickhead only for this fic I love kamijirou I promise.

It was no secret that Kaminari and Jirou were a happy couple! Their dynamic was one that everybody envied. They could only imagine what they were like alone, they probably had so much fun together! Right? Yeah, because Kaminari was to pussy to ever do anything to Jirou. And women are unable to be the abusers in relationships, so all the bruises were because of Kaminari’s foolishness. He caused them all because he was soo frail and weak, he couldn’t even stand up to a woman. How weak of him, how pathetic. He needs to shut up and take this like a man. Not a weak gay twink! He hated himself for hit, so did Jirou. Jirou hated that it meant she had to worry twice as much about his loyalty. Well she thought it did.

“You are such a whore aren’t you Kaminari?! You would suck anyones dick if they asked you!?” Jirou spat at him, the saliva landing on his foot. “Get on your fucking knees, you feel how your stomach folds?! You fucking fat pig. You better not of ate anything today.” Jirou was almost positive that all their friends had left the house. “You are going to stay in the fucking bedroom while I go out with Momo. You are not to leave the bedroom or make any noise. You got that?!” A harsh slap connected with his cheeks. “We are going out tonight, for a meal. For Todoroki’s birthday. So you better look your best and not embarrass me you hear?!” Kaminari could only nod, his face feeling numb. “Make sure all bruises are covered up. As well as any cuts. You will be happy and you will only order a salad and a water. Ok?!” Denki nodded again. “ANSWER ME!” Another slap, “Yes, sorry mistress.” He nodded slightly. And when she left he began to sob. This was how he was going to spend the rest of his life. He was stuck here, in this situation forever. He didn’t want this for himself. He knows he should get out of that situation, but where would he go? Where would he stay? He lived in an house with them all.

He knew they wouldn’t believe him anyway, he is a dude. Dude’s aren’t ever the abused ones in the relationship… right? Yeah. That’s how it works in the fucked up society they live in. This is just tough love, right? He can take it, he brought this among himself. If he wasn’t so difficult to deal with he wouldn’t be treated like an accessory for Jirou to used whenever she wants too. Thats unfair but oh well, it doesn’t matter. At all. He knew he was a waste of time, there was no point of him talking to someone about what was happening. Nobody would believe him. They would just laugh at him like they all do. No matter the amount bruises or scars that he uses as evidence, he knows deep down they would just see him as weak and pathetic. He was, he really was. He was all the horrible names she called him, he was nothing more than a weak littlebitch whose parents never did and never will love him.

He was fostered out of pity. He didn’t have a real family. All his friends were fake and hated him. He never had a chance with Bakugou, he was way out of his league. And he was nothing else except a broken old toy Jirou picked up and kept. He was too loud and annoying (By Jirou’s orders). He actually once believed that true love was violent until Sero proved that it wasn’t. Sero and Kirishima never had this problem. They loved each other. Jirou hated him, she was embarrassed of him. She just loved to cause him harm and hurt him. Emotionally and physically and Denki doesn’t know when is too much. What he didn’t realise was that Bakugou was getting suspicious. Anytime anyone raised their voice it would cause Denki to flinch slightly. If anyone raised a hand to him he would freeze up at first. But whenever someone pointed out Jirou was quick to interrupt and point out how it was just his traumatic childhood. It wasn’t, it was Jirou.

Jirou reminded him of his mother, not his foster mother, his biological mother. Always calling him a disappointment, telling him to just give up. The way her eyebrows scrunch together whnever Denki slightly talks back. The roughness of the slap which contrasts the softness of her hand. They had the same sigh whenever Denki slipped up slightly infront of his friends, the same terrifying glare. The thoughts were terrifying and had him on the verge of tears, he was all choked up. He wanted to declare this as enough, he didn’t know if he could. He hoped that Jirou would lie there one day in misery whenever she remembered what she did. The reason she was stuck drink her woes away and the reason she was abandoned. He hoped it was her and not him, he decided not to speak up. He didn’t want to risk being abandoned by his friends because he is weak. Denki wiped his eyes, he didn’t realise he was crying until he looked into the mirror. The mirror he uses to cover up the painful scars. He felt disappointed that he let it get this far, he didn’t call it off when he had the chance. She had him whipped at first, but now it has gone to far. Yet he cant leave her, he is stuck. Forver and ever. He will never be able to recover from this. Jirou hated his body, but not as much as he did. If he wanted to throw up whenever he looked in the mirror, that’s saying something. That is saying a lot about the type of person Jirou made him.

That was until he heard the shouting of Mina, and Jirou. They hadn’t left? They were gonna think he is weak. Denki was already rushing around to fit as much stuff as he could into a bag. He was prepared to be left.

“How often do you do it?! How often do you hurt him?!”

He broke down, he heard people running up the stairs. They were going to kill him, they are all gonna hate him. He was shaking, he couldn’t hear anything anymore, the blood rushing too his ear mixing with the thumping of his heart was over-whelming. His vision was blurred with tears. He could only recognize the figure who held him still. It was Kirishima. The bright red hair made it obvious. He instantly calmed down when he felt the warmth of Bakugous hands on his arms, his two best-friends got him now. He was safe. He couldn’t be hurt now right? They are here to help him! Not harm him! He couldn’t help but let out another loud sob.

“Denki…hey… listen to me. Listen to my voice. Focus on me and only me.” Bakugou spoke softly. It was strange. He was normally more aggressive and die die die. Not comforting and gentle. It shows that he knows this is what needs to happen, what is appropriate for this situation.

“I-I cant-K-Katsuki I can-” Denki choked out. He would be flipping out if Kirishima was tightly holding him. “Denki breathe. Breathe with me.” Bakugou instructed. Moving Denki’s hand to remain on his heart. Hoping his own steady heart beat would settle his raging one. The one that is causing him all these problems. “See? You are fine… she wont hurt you anymore. Sero and Mina are kicking her out right now.” Katsuki whispered soothingly. They almost had a system, it was like a pack. And you never hurt someone in the pack, especially Denki. They were all especially protective over him after what happened. He closed his eyes as he allowed Katsuki’s heartbeat and his voice slowly bring him down from his panicked state. Kirishima rocking him back and forth really helped. It brought him back down to earth. Knowing they were there and she wasn’t

“Denki… I need you to tell me what is going on and how long it has been happening.” Bakugou spoke gently. Grabbing his hands for extra reassurance. At some point the three had moved to sit on the bed. “S-She is r-really tough on m-me- a-and she h-hurts me-” Denki took in a sharp breath when he heard the door slam. “I-It was around 2 months i-into dating-” Denki was cut off by a pissed off Bakugou. “You have been dating for 8 months- You didn’t tell anyone for 6 months!?” Bakugou growled. He wasn’t angry at Denki. He was mad at Jirou, and himself. Himself for not noticing and helping. He felt like an idiot, how can he have a crush on this dude if he doesn’t know the important things? He stares at him all the time! Bakugou observed Kaminari like a hawk 24/7 and he couldn’t notice the simply odd behaviours that he was showing. He felt like a failure. A nuisance. But he couldn’t think of himself right now. He had more important things to think about. Such as Denki, he needed to help Kaminari. Not be selfish.

“I-I am s-sorry- I just thought- b-because I’m a dude- I-It wasnt abusive-” Denki cried. This broke Kirishimas soft heart. His best bro, his brother from another mother, had been abused by another person. The boy must be petrified at this rate. He must be traumatized. He wouldnt be suprised, he has gone through so much. Kirishima had so much adoration for him. He took pride into claiming he was his best-friend. “Dude, miss me with that sexist crap. You were in an abusive relationship. Period.” Kirishima frowned, pulling the electric boy closer. Tightening his grip.

“Yeah, Kaminari. You shouldn’t of had to go through that again. I hope you know I’m not mad at you. I am mad at that fucking bitch! Who exactly does she thing she is?! She can’t do shit like that.” Bakugou growled. “I will make sure that she gets what she deserves. You are safe now, Denki.” This made Kaminari feel like all the weight has been taken off of his shoulders. ‘You are safe now, denki.’ hearing Bakugou say that, the one he truly had a crush on, was like a dream come true. He knew now. That he had the Bakusquad to defend him.

Both of the boys laid either side of him. Kirishima was showering him in compliments such as 'You are so manly!’

'You are electrifying!’

'You are an amazing hero!’

and all that jazz.

While Bakugou was playing with his hair. Gently massaging his head before he began to separate his hair into braids. Kaminari was relaxed now. He was being pampered by the very two best people in the world. Once Kaminari took a nap they were planning on going to the arcade! To have fun, as a squad. And maybe even prove to Denki that he is so much more than what Jirou had implanted in his brain. Sero was going to pick out an outfit which would make him embrace his body and his scars. Mina was going to doll him up with some make-up to try bring his confidence up. And Katsuki was going to be there for him to hug/cuddle whenever he is feeling unsafe or on edge. Kirishima was there to make sure he has a good time! Because he is a good bro. The best bro.

“Come on Kaminari. Show them.your outfit for tonight!” Sero cheered. Kaminari walking out in a mesh yellow crop top and a pair of leather jeans and these big ass stompers. Now Mina was pulling him into the bathroom ready to do his make-up. She was going to make sure it was top quality. Only he best for him. He has gone through too much already. They were gonna keep his mind off of it while Jirou gets her stuff and moves out. They couldnt careless where she goes. They make enough money to live happily and pay her portion of the rent. They didn’t need her. And if they needed someone else to come move in. They would call someone and ask. They were not letting her near Denki, they would get a restraining order if they need to. They all loved and cared for Denki they were not about ot let some bitch change that!

When he came out it revealed the job Mina did, the amazing job she did. The red lipstick just made him look kissable and the eyeliner was perfectly winged. This is why Mina is best-girl. “Come on! Bakubro is getting grumpy because we are taking forver!” Mina giigled but Denki frowned. “Y-Yeah- sorry.” He sighed. “No baby! Not like that!” Mina sighed grabbing his hand and pulling Denki out to the car. “Yes bro! You look amazing!” Eijirou hyped him up, he wanted Denki to feel like he was on cloud nine by the end of the night. And hyping him up was an easier way to do this. And a simple compliment always raised peoples spirits. Who wouldn’t feel better when they got a compliment from Kirishima! 

The car ride was just a hugeee karaoke. It started off by Kaminari sining Doja Cat. More specifically Tia Tamera. Then it became a carpool karaoke with the bakusquad. Even Bakugou joined in, only to keep Kaminari happy obviously. It was because he was having fun or anything. He is not soft for his friends. Not at all. And when they arrive Denki’s eyes lit up, they weren’t dull like they were ealier. They had the electric yellow colour back in them. Causing the squad to sigh in relief. “Lets go have the time of our life!” Mina yelled. Instantly scanning her card on Air Hockey. “Come on, Denki! Winner faces Bakuhoe!” She grinned as Denki accepted her challenge. That grin only left her face when she got completely demolished by Denki. 3-9. Now the grin was on Denki’s face. “Lets go Bakubae.” He scanned the card as Bakugou stood on his side of the table. “You are on. Dunce Face.” Bakugou grunted. Once again, Denki completely demolished his opposition. this time 5-9. 

“I am the best!”

“Yeah… yeah you are.”  


I made this too prove that men can be the abused one in the relationship. If you are in a situation like Kami, speak up. It’s easier said then done, but it has to be done.

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**A/N hey guys, Sky here!  So I wrote this piece a while back, originally as a Kiribaku fic, but I wanted to post it here so I made it an x reader!  I hope you guys like it!

Katsuki couldn’t take it. Why had All Might chosen stupid Deku? What was so great about him?  He was just some Quirkless loser eight months ago, and now he’s supposed to be the next Symbol of Peace? It was bullshit. He was supposed to be Number One, how could he do that when Deku had All Might’s power running through him?

When he returned to his dorm room, he slammed the door shut behind himself and kicked his trash bin over. “Damn it!” he yelled. How was he supposed to be Number One when his life-long hero had chosen somebody else? And Deku of all people!

Angrily, he turned to face his door. On the back of it was a poster, the single piece of All Might memorabilia he allowed himself to have. He reached for the paper, fingers digging between the door and the laminated paper. His hands formed fists and pulled away from the wall, taking the poster off and dropping it on the floor. “Agh!” he screamed.

Sparks began forming on his fingertips. It should’ve been him. He should blow that stupid Deku to pieces like he’d been dreaming of ever since they were kids. He’d get to take down Icy-Hot too, his only other real competitor.

There was a light knock on the door, causing Katsuki to turn. He didn’t want to see anybody. He didn’t want to be seen in this vulnerable state. “Go away,” he barked out. When the doorknob began to turn, his anger flared even higher. “I said go away!” he yelled.

Standing in the now-open doorway was his girlfriend, y/n. Her eyes were wide with worry, but Katsuki couldn’t see that. All he could focus on was his rage. His hatred for Deku that just kept growing stronger and stronger by the second. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. All his life, all he’d ever worked for was being the top Hero one day. He’d worked for it, Deku was just having it handed to him.

y/n took a step forward, closing the door behind herself. “Katsuki, what’s wrong?” She extended one hand towards her boyfriend, but when she saw just how furious the ash-blond was she retracted her arm.

Katsuki couldn’t tell her. Not only because he promised All Might, but because he was embarrassed. He was always gloating, telling everybody about how he was going to be the best. How was he supposed to tell anybody – especially y/n – that he couldn’t? How was he supposed to explain that he was going to have to take second place, and to Deku of all people! How could he look any of them in the eye? He had to get rid of y/n. She couldn’t see him like this. “Go away,” he growled. He glared up at his girlfriend through lidded red eyes. They could argue about it once he calmed down, but he knew that if they argued while he was riled up, something would happen.

But she didn’t listen. “Katsuki, part of this relationship thing is talking to each other. Talk to me.” She closed the distance between them so she could take her boyfriend’s hands in hers. Her pleading eyes met Katsuki’s, but it didn’t calm him. No, it riled him up even more.

How was he even supposed to look her in the eye? He had become second to some Quirkless nobody! How was she supposed to look at him? How was anybody supposed to? “I don’t wanna talk,” he said, pulling his hands from hers. His hands had been sparking. He couldn’t let y/n touch them or she could get hurt.

“Fine,” said y/n, and she walked over to Katsuki’s bed. It had a plain grey comforter on it, strewn about from his nightly tossing and turning and refusal to make his bed. She sat down on the mattress, patting the space beside her. “Then we won’t talk, we’ll just sit.”

His heart began flaring. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve y/n. He wasn’t good enough. She had fallen for the guy destined to be Number One, and that wasn’t him anymore. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her up off the bed. “Just leave me be!”

Before he knew it, his worst nightmare had come true. His hands felt warmer and warmer as sparks began popping from his fingertips, until a full explosion was unleashed. He watched in horror as y/n flew to the wall, crashing into it and causing a rip in the drywall.

His eyes widened as he processed what he’d just done. “y/n!” he yelled, rushing over to his bed and cradling his girlfriend in his arms. Her head was dripping blood, and there was a large burn mark on her shoulder. The entire fabric of her shirt around the area had been burned away, leaving just the charred edges giving off smoke.

The door flew open, leading to Sero and Ashido standing in the doorway with wide eyes. Their gazes shifted from Katsuki’s horrified face to y/n’s unconscious figure, and Ashido screamed.

“y/n!” she yelled, rushing in. She knelt on the bed beside Katsuki and turned towards Sero. “Call the Hospital!”

Tears were already forming in Katsuki’s eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d done it. He’d attacked y/n. When she woke up, she was going to hate him. He couldn’t take it. “I’m so sorry,” he cried out, hugging his girlfriend’s unconscious form to him tightly. “I’m so sorry!”

In the moment, he forgot all about Deku and All Might. He didn’t care that his classmates were seeing him be vulnerable. He didn’t care that they saw the tears on his face. All he could think of was his horror and shame for himself.

Of course he couldn’t be Number One. He’d just attacked his girlfriend accidentally because he was upset.

The next twenty minutes were a blur to Katsuki. He watched helplessly as Aizawa ran into his dorm room and used a surprising amount of strength to pick up the unconscious girl. He followed like a lost puppy, even getting into the back of the ambulance when it finally arrived. The paramedics tried to stop him, but he just kept screaming, “That’s my girlfriend!”

When his thoughts finally caught up to him, he was sitting in the hospital waiting room. His forehead was resting in his open palms, elbows on the arms of the uncomfortable waiting room chair. Tears were streaming down his face. People stared at him and whispered, but for the first time ever he ignored it. He couldn’t focus on them.

y/n was going to hate him, and that was all he could think about.

He’d always been so confident about his control over his Quirk. But something inside of him just…snapped. He broke, and it was going to cost him everything. His everything.

It felt like hours until a doctor came out calling his name. Katsuki shot up out of his chair, rushing towards the doctor. He needed to know that y/n was going to be okay.

“Mr. Bakugou,” the doctor said as she looked down at a clipboard. Her lips pursed tightly together as her eyes scanned a paper before she looked up at him. “Your friend is expected to make a full recovery.”

Katsuki sighed in relief. If she was going to be okay, he could live with that. He could live with being hated. As long as she was okay. “Thank god,” he breathed out.

“I wouldn’t be thanking God just yet,” the doctor said. Katsuki’s red eyes shot up to her, and she continued. “She’s got a serious concussion, could take weeks to heal. Third degree burns on the left shoulder. And she’s got a cracked rib.”

Katsuki’s heart lurched. He felt like he was going to throw up. y/n laid in a hospital bed physically broken because of him.

But it appeared the bad news wasn’t quite over yet. “She’ll be going into surgery in half an hour to fix her rib. If you’d like, you may sit with her until then.”

He should’ve said no. He should’ve turned and walked right out of that hospital, as far from y/n as he could get so he couldn’t hurt her anymore. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he found himself nodding and following as the doctor led him down a seemingly endless corridor, until she pushed a door open.

Katsuki stepped inside and felt his heart shatter more than the believed to be possible.

y/n laid on the bed motionless. A thick layer of gauze was wrapped around her head, and several machines were hooked up to her. Tubes and needles inserted into her arms and chest, all over her body. And her shoulder… Katsuki couldn’t even look at it. He kept his eyes focused on her forehead, then her torso, then the floor.

Slowly, he walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs beside the bed. He wanted to reach out and just hold y/n’s hand, but he restrained himself. That’s how he got into this mess in the first place.

Fresh tears fell down his face, and he hid it in his hands to hide them. “I’m so sorry,” he cried out into his palms. He felt it with all of his heart, he said it with more conviction than he’d said anything before. The apology hung in the air for about ten minutes, until Katsuki heard a light groaning.

“Ka…” Katsuki’s head shot up, to see y/n’s eyes had opened. They looked groggy and dazed, but they were her eyes.

“Shh,” said Katsuki. He scooted his chair closer to the bed but didn’t make any move to touch her. “Go back to sleep.”

y/n’s  dazed eyes shifted over to Katsuki. “Hey…” Her voice sounded weak and strained as her eyes scanned Katsuki, then fell to get what little view of her shoulder he could without moving her head. “I’m gonna look…so badass,” she said, a light smile creeping onto her face.

Katsuki’s eyes widened. Why was she smiling? She should be yelling at him! She should be breaking up with him and telling him to go away! Why on earth was she smiling?

“y/n…” Their eyes met, and another tear fell from Katsuki’s eye.

“No tears,” she said as his eyes shifted back up to Katsuki.

“You should hate me,” he said quietly. He sat back in his chair, eyes scanning his girlfriend’s injured body once again. “You should be screaming at me to get away from you. You should be telling me I don’t deserve to be in the hospital room with you, or even within ten feet of you.”

A moment of silence hung between them. y/n seemed to be considering what he said, taking it in. It must have been difficult to think with the concussion. “Then…why are you here?”

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut to prevent another tear. “Because I love you.” This was the first time he’d allowed himself to be truly vulnerable. He and y/n had had heart-to-heart moments in the past, but never like this. Not ones that brought Katsuki to tears, feeling like he had to beg for forgiveness.

y/n’s lips twitched slightly upward, into a small smile. “And I love…you too.”

Katsuki stood up from his chair. “Well you shouldn’t!” His voice was getting louder as he spoke, heart beating faster. “I put you in here! Your shoulder is sizzling because I lost my stupid temper!”

She chuckled lightly. “I’m sizzling? What…am I bacon?”

Katsuki nearly facepalmed. She must have been on pain medicine, and probably some extremely powerful ones. She wouldn’t be herself for a long time, and that was what hurt the most: He didn’t know what was real and what was just happy drugged-out y/n. The not knowing…it would eat him alive. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“I love you,” she said. Katsuki opened his eyes slowly, to see his girlfriend’s hand slowly reaching for his. He yanked it away faster than he’d ever moved anything before.

Katsuki swallowed his sob. He wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, but he couldn’t. He didn’t trust himself. “I-I should go,” he said. He turned to the door, and as he moved to take the first step out of the room y/n spoke again.

“Say you love me too.”

Katsuki couldn’t turn to face him. He loved her more than anything, but he had a feeling that once she was herself again, she would hate him just as much as Katsuki loved her. “I love you too,” he said. Without another word, he walked out of the hospital room and back into the waiting room.

He sat back down in the uncomfortable chair. He couldn’t go back to his dorm; he couldn’t bare to look at the hole he’d made by blasting his girlfriend with an explosion.

He lost track of how long he sat in that chair with his head in his hands. It had to have been at least an hour when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Kacchan?” a quiet voice asked.

Katsuki’s heart began racing again. It was Deku. It was his fault he’d lost control. He wasn’t even mad about All Might choosing Deku to be his successor anymore, he was mad that it got him so angry he lost control. He was furious, but in no mood to deal with it. “Fuck off, Deku,” he growled angrily.

He saw the seat beside his dip in and looked up to see the dumbass had sat down next to him.  Before them stood his boyfriend, perfectly healthy and uninjured. It wasn’t fair.

“She’ll be okay,” Deku said in an attempt to reassure Katsuki. But he didn’t want reassurance. He wanted to be left alone. “She’ll be better soon, and everything can go back to how it was. This was just an accident.”

Katsuki lost it. He jumped up out of his seat, palms open and ready to fire off explosions at any second. “How can you say that?!” he yelled. “Nothing will go back to how it was! She’s gonna hate me!”

Deku shook his stupid green head. “No, she won’t.” He stood up from his chair as well and grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt, pulling it up ever-so-slightly. There on his skin, hidden beneath his shirt, was a patch of burnt red skin. “Shoto had an accident once, too. And I don’t hate him.” He reached out and took his boyfriend’s hand in his. “In fact, him worrying about me like that only brought us closer.”

A small explosion fired off of Katsuki’s hand. “You don’t get it!” He turned away from them. He couldn’t stand seeing a happy couple. “He didn’t break one of your stupid ribs, Deku! He didn’t give you a concussion! He didn’t blast you into a fucking wall!” His hands reached up to tangle in his own hair, pulling at it in anger. “He didn’t nearly kill you!”

Slowly, Deku reached out one of his hands to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. He was too exhausted to push it off. “The doctor said she’s gonna be okay, so focus on that.”

Katsuki slumped back down in his chair, leaning his head back against the wall. “How am I supposed to forget about that?”

“You don’t,” said Todoroki. The first thing he’d said since arriving. “You learn from it. You promise to be better, and you keep that promise.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Kacchan,” Deku said. He let go of his boyfriend’s hand and bent down to level with Katsuki. “It may take some time, but it will be.”

The ash-blond grunted. “You better be right, Deku. Or I’ll have to kick your ass.”

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Hiii could u do hc for Baku and todo w/ a gf who wants to be at there house all the time like sleepover’s and after school because her family is really toxic and bully’s her and treats her like shit ( but never physically hurt her ) she acts like everything’s ok if you don’t want to do this plz say no💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟

a/n: hi!! of course love <3 i wanna have a sleepover so bad bruh, me and my best friend usually have sleepovers all the time like every weekend, but with everything happening, we’ve been separated, she’s my other brain cell.

headcanon: them with a s/o who hates being at their own house

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

warnings: fluff, swearing, angst

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katsuki bakugou


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  • Dorms weren’t a thing just yet. So you were currently staying at home. 
  • You hated home.
  • It was nothing but a pit of hatred, boiling over with your parents’ distaste for your future. They hated that you wanted to become a hero. They hated that you wanted to throw your life away on some whim.
  • “You’re wasting your time. You don’t have any talent.”
  • “You’re pathetic, and that quirk is useless in the hero world.”
  • “Drop out already, you’re being a real pain in the ass.”
  • But you didn’t listen. In fact, you did the opposite. You tried even harder.
  • But that was hard in it of itself.
  • When you and Bakugou got together, you made every excuse to go over. You felt like you were being clingy but you just didn’t want to be home. You didn’t want to hear your parents tease and bully you for chasing your dreams.
  • It was often you found yourself hanging out after school, staying for dinner, hanging out on the weekends, studying together, and eventually, after enough persuading from Bakugou, you could spend the night.
  • “We’re just gonna watch movies!”
  • “You better leave the door open!” 
  • “Shut up!” Bakugou yelled back to his mom, bringing you upstairs toward his room. You giggled and walked into his room, now accustomed to his house’s layout.
  • You opened your book bag to pull out some school work. As you opened your binder, a bunch of ripped papers were staring back at you.
  • This can’t be happening.
  • Your parents had taken their frustration with you out on your homework.
  • You’d stopped by to pick up some spare clothes, and in the meantime, they’d ripped and torn your important homework to shreds.
  • You sat on Bakugou’s bed, staring at the tattered fragments of what was supposed to be your math and reading homework.
  • “Hey what happened?” Bakugou asked, looking at the mess of paper.
  • “I-I don’t know.” You lied. Of course, you knew. But you didn’t want to tell him.
  • “Don’t give me that shit.” Bakugou turned to look at you. You looked back at him, your eyes brimming with tears. 
  • “Nothing is wrong, I promise.” You lied again. Bakugou frowned and glanced back at your homework.
  • “You expect me to believe that you just tore that up yourself?” Bakugou asked. You shook your head.
  • “It’s just-”
  • “It’s what? You can tell me.” Bakugou wasn’t the one for comforting, but he could tell when things were bothering you. And if something was making you upset, he was going to beat the shit out of whoever or whatever it was.
  • “My parents. They don’t like the idea of me being a hero. They must’ve done this while I was getting spare clothes.” You explained, leaning into Bakugou.
  • “I’ll have my mom make copies on the printer.” Bakugou looked down at his homework. He hadn’t started, so you’d be able to get a nice clean copy.
  • And then everything clicked. 
  • “Is this why you always want to come over?” Bakugou asked, not even giving his question a second thought.
  • “Yeah.” You whispered. As a few tears rolled down your cheek, you felt strong arms embrace you.
  • “Don’t ever ask me again if you can come over. You come over whenever you want, okay?” Bakugou rubbed your back. You nodded and lifted your head to look at Bakugou.
  • You smiled at him and poked his nose.
  • “You’re such a softie.” You said quietly, watching as Bakugou rolled his eyes.
  • “Only for you, dumbass.”

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shoto todoroki


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  • Shoto is sort of oblivious. But he knows what it’s like when parents pressure you.
  • At first, it was mostly just verbal taunts. Your parents would tease you for wanting to be a hero, and tell you that your quirk was pathetic.
  • But then things got worse.
  • They wouldn’t physically hurt you, but you wondered if they would.
  • The yelling and bullying got worse.
  • It became a daily thing. You’d be trying to make dinner and they’d mess with your things, crumping up your homework, your mom even hid your hero costume one time.
  • You found it a few days later but you had to make up an excuse as to where it went.
  • And then you and Todoroki started dating.
  • You started staying at your house less.
  • Todoroki was convinced you just liked being with him, and he soon had a full dresser drawer of your stuff, shirts, pants, jackets, you name it, it was in that drawer.
  • But then Todoroki noticed while you were using the bathroom, a note on your binder.
  • ‘Just give up already, you should be supporting this family not chasing some stupid dream.’
  • When you got back from the bathroom, you froze, watching as Todoroki read through several notes you had from your parents.
  • “What are these?” Todoroki asked, looking over at you. You quickly scurried over and took them from him.
  • “It’s nothing.” You lied, shoving them back into your bookbag.
  • “They don’t look like nothing.” Todoroki replied. You just shook your head.
  • “Really it’s-”
  • “Is something happening at your house?” Todoroki didn’t have much restraint. He cared for you a lot, so he was willing to get to the bottom of things. And if something was happening like what was happening with his dad and him, he didn’t want you experiencing it.
  • “I-” You paused. You looked down at your lap and sighed.
  • “My parents don’t think I’d make a good hero. They think I’m just chasing some silly dream.” You explain, not wanting to look up at Todoroki.
  • Todoroki pulled you into a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth.
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?” Todoroki questioned. You didn’t know what to say. You just didn’t want him feeling bad for you.
  • “I don’t know.” Was all you could say. Todoroki hugged you tighter, understanding your pain. How long had you been going through this?
  • “You’re more than welcome to come over whenever you’d like.” Todoroki pulled away looking at you. You nodded and smiled.
  • “Thank you.” You thanked him. Todoroki was your escape.
  • “Do you want some soba?” Todoroki asked, his eyes lighting up.
  • “I would love some soba.”

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could you do hc’s for bakugou with a girlfriend who’s a boxer? love your work!

a/n: this is super cute, i like this idea, thanks love! sorry it’s a tad short

headcanon: them with a boxer s/o

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

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou


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  • Whether you’ve got a flashy quirk or not, you’re very skilled. And Bakugou saw that from day 1.
  • He always wanted to spar with you because you were just that good. And let’s face it when Bakugou saw you take down a few of his classmates with just sheer hand-to-hand combat, he was impressed.
  • You give him a run for his money.
  • Eventually, Mr. Aizawa had the two of you sparring, no quirks involved. That’s when Bakugou got scared.
  • Because you’d beaten him twice before on these same terms.
  • Boxing for you is pretty much second nature. So when you made it to U.A. you were pretty skilled in combat alone, but you could still use some fine-tuning.
  • Bakugou eventually got the courage to ask you out and then the two of you spent even more time together.
  • You like to teach him how to box.
  • Or maybe you just like to pin him down on the ground and hear him say that ‘you won.’ and  ‘alright you win, just let me up!’
  • But we’ll never know.
  • Bakugou enjoys sparring with you because he thinks you’re incredibly talented and worthy of fighting him.
  • If he’d want anyone to beat him, it’s you he wants.
  • And when you’re not throwing hands at each other, your cuddling, or going on walks.
  • Bakugou also takes super good care of you, and your hands. He’s always checking to make sure you’re letting them heal and not pushing yourself over the limit.
  • “Oi! You’re gonna hurt yourself quit.” Bakugou groaned. You glanced up at him, pulling your wrapped hands away from the punching bag. You glance down at your hands. 
  • Bakugou unwraps them and you’re able to see how red your knuckles are. Bakugou just huffs and brings your hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.
  • “Let’s go get ice cream or something.” Bakugou huffs. You smile and nod.
  • “Alright.”

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Melting My Heart


Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be in a taglist for this feel free to let me know! Happy to do it for anyone!

(Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best… isn’t the only thing out there.

Part One

*Your P.O.V*

As we sat in class, we were all bored out of our minds. Our teacher was on another lecture about our futures and what we should be doing with our lives. I watched the blonde haired, fireball that sat in front of me. Katsuki Bakugo. He was my biggest headache, but also, what felt like, the only person in my life I could trust. I had never known my father and my mother had kicked me out of the house a year ago. The only place I had had to go was the home of my boyfriend. His parents took me in without hesitation and I’d been there ever since. 

Katsuki was not only a fireball with his attitude, but also with his quirk. When we were kids and started to obtain them and learn to control them, we found that the fireball was lucky enough to have literal fireballs come from his hands. It was something that got him in trouble on more than one occasion. I, on the other hand, had Psionic Manipulation and the ability to erase a person’s quirk by simply looking at them. With my first quirk I can control things with my mind, whether it was people’s emotions or them themselves, or things around me, like making things levitate or break. An easy way to put it… I made things look like they could have been done by a ghost. 

I zoned the teacher out as I watched him. He was leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk. He had his head tilted back so he could see me, knowing that I was watching him. As we locked eyes the teacher spoke louder and broke us out of our trance. He may be a headache, but damn was he cute. 

“So… as third year students it’s time to start thinking seriously about your future and what you’re going to do with your lives. I could pass out some career aptitude tests,” he picked them up off the desk, “but why bother?” He took the pile and threw them all behind him. “I know you all want to go to the hero track.” The class broke out into cheers, except Katsuki, who kept a straight face. Everyone was suddenly using their quirk in some way or another, even though we weren’t supposed to on school grounds. “Yes, yes, you’ve all got some pretty good quirks, but no power usage allowed in school!” 

Suddenly Katuki spoke up. “Hey, Teach, don’t lump me in with this bunch of losers.” He reached his arm back and put it on my desk, putting it under my hand. “I’m the real deal, but these guys will be lucky to end up sidekicks to some busted d-lister.”

Now the class was just angry. Students were shouting at him. His arrogance was showing. “You think you’re better than us Katsuki!”

Katsuki leaned forward in his chair, taking his arm from my hands, his anger once again getting the best of him. “Let’s go, I’ll take you all on!”

 The teacher interrupted to try and stop what was going on and Katsuki leaned back in his chair again. “You’ve got impressive test results. Maybe you will get into UA High.” Mutterings started from all the students in the class again.

“That’s why it’s the only place worthy of me.” He leaned forward again and jumped up onto his desk, addressing the class now. “I aced all the mock tests, I’m the only one at this school, except maybe Y/N, who stands a chance at getting in.” He looked back at me and smiled before turning back around and smirking. “I’ll end up being more popular than All Might himself and be the richest hero of all time.” He balled his hand into a fist and put his arm up. “People all over the world will know who I am and it all starts with UA High!”

“Yea,” The teacher looked behind Katsuki and I to the little green haired kid behind us. We had known him all our lives and Katsuki and him had been good friends before his quirk turned him into a hot head. “Midoriya, don’t you wanna go to UA High too?”

The whole class stopped and Katsuki froze where he stood, not sure what to do next. Before he could even speak the whole class erupted into laughter. Izuku Midoriya was one of the very few kids in our school that had ended up not getting a quirk, so it was no wonder everyone was surprised he wanted to get into UA High. The kids were taunting him. “There’s no way you’re getting into the hero course without a quirk.”

Izuku began to fight back. “Actually, they got rid of that rule. I could be the first one!”

Katsuki was up and moving before I could grab him and say no. He formed a fireball in his hand and ran at Izuku, hitting him in the chest, sending him flying out of his chair. I stood up from my chair, it was my job to keep Katsuki in line as much as I was able to, something his parents were very grateful for. I grabbed his arm. “Kacchan, stop. I don’t want to use my quirk on you.”

He looked over at me with daggers and then back down at Izuku. “Listen up Deku, you’re even worse than the rest of these damn rejects you worthless wannabe. Do you really think they’d let someone like you in when they could have me?”

Izuku looked terrified. “No really, wait, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not trying to compete against you.” He started to crawl backwards without looking and backed into the wall behind him.  “You gotta believe me.” He looked down at the floor. “It’s just that, I’ve wanted to be a hero since I was little. I may not have a quirk, but I can still try my hardest, can’t I?”

“You’d never be able to hang with the best of the best.” Fireballs were forming in his hands again. “You’d die in the exams. Defenseless Izuku, the schools already crappy, you wanna embarrass it more by failing so hard.”

I stepped in front of him and raised my voice a little. “Katsuki, enough. I’m serious.”

When he heard me call him by his first name instead of Kacchan he put his hands down, he knew when I didn’t use his nickname that I was pissed. Katsuki looked around me and glared at Izuku before turning back around to head to his seat. Everyone started to go back to their own as well and I turned to Izuku, reaching my hand out to help him up.

He was hesitant. “Won’t Kacchan be mad that you’re helping me?”

I smiled at him. “Do I look like I care if Kacchan is mad at me Izuku?” 

Izuku reached out and took my hand, pulling himself up. “Thank you. I don’t know why he’s like this.”

“Neither do I Izuku, neither do I. I’m sorry about him, I try to keep him in line as much as I can.” I gave him an apologetic smile before turning and walking back to my seat. The piercing eyes of Katsuki Bakugou would be staring into my soul if they could. I smiled at him and watched his gaze grow even angrier. 

* * * * * * 

When class was over everyone started to file out, leaving just Izuku, Katsuki, his minions, and I. Katsuki walked over to Izuku again and I knew he was up to no good, especially if his lackeys were there to egg him on. He grabbed a notebook out of Izuku’s hand as he went to put it in his backpack. Seriously Katsuki? Can’t we just have one afternoon where we don’t start something and we go home? 

I walked over and his minions stepped in front of me, trying to stop me from getting to him. I glared at them both, but neither of them faltered. I could easily use my quirk on them to get them to move, but then I could be written up. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing Deku, but we’re not done.”

The minions started to taunt along with Katsuki. “Whatchu got? A diary?” When they read the cover they taunted more. “Don’t tell me you’re taking notes on how to become a hero.” They started to laugh. “That’s so pathetic.”

My facial expression changed and I could tell my eyes were small slits. “Would you guys just leave him alone?”

His minion with the long, brown hair looked over at me. “What’s the matter Y/N? Have a sweet spot for Deku?”

The short, black haired one laughed too. “Got a crush on poor little Midoriya.”

I saw Katsuki whip around to look at the two of them and I couldn’t tell whether he was mad at the two of them for trying to take digs at me, or mad at me for trying to stand up for Izuku. I put my hand up and a black circle of power began to form around it, something I had to do to levitate things. “Unless both of you wanna keep your feet on the ground and not get tossed out that window I would shut your mouths.” Katsuki smiled at me and turned back to Izuku, clearly not mad at me for standing up for him. 

Before I could say anything to him fire came from Katsuki’s hand and burnt the notebook he was holding. Izuku let out a pained yelp and Katsuki threw the book out the window behind him, causing him to yell again. “Most first string heroes show potential early on. People look at them and just know that they’re destined for greatness. When Y/N and I are the only ones from this garbage junior high to get into UA people will be talking about us like that.” He swung his bag over his shoulder. “They’ll realize I’m legit. The next big thing. That’s not ego talking, I just know I’m good.”

I snorted a little. “Ego.” I didn’t mean too, but I sang it a little, causing Katsuki to grunt in anger at me.

He put his hand on Izuku’s shoulder and I could see the smoke coming from under his hand and saw Izuku’s face getting tense. I activated my quirk, I knew if I didn’t this would get worse. Katsuki raised his hand and turned his head to me before speaking. “Here’s a little word of advice nerd. Don’t even think of applying… or else.”

Katsuki turned around and began to walk out of the room, followed by his little puppy dogs. I gave Izuku and apologetic look before following him out of the room. Katsuki put his hand on the door and turned around while opening it. “You know, if you really wanna be a hero that bad there actually might be another way. Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building. “

I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard come out of his mouth. I slapped his arm and glared. Izuku turned away from the window where he had been staring at his notebook that had landed in a fountain to look at Katsuki. Katsuki taunted. “Something wrong?”

Before I could berate him he wrapped his arm around my waist and lead me out the door, hoping I would just forget about it. 

* * * * * * 

His lackeys followed us as we continued toward home and my annoyance grew more. I felt like we never had any alone time unless we were off from school. His minions always followed us everywhere around school and always followed us home. I had never hidden my distaste for his friends and didn’t plan on hiding it. We had found our way into our favorite alleyway, a place Katsuki and I had gone to get away a lot before I moved in with him. There was no reason for us to sneak around anymore. 

The guys continued to talk as we walked down it, only stopping when Katsuki took his time to kick a bottle, spraying the contents all over. His minions were now grilling him. The short haired one was curious. “When you were little weren’t you and Midoriya good friends?”

The other long haired one spoke next. “Yea, you were a little harsh with him today.”

I was surprised to hear them agreeing. I never did this, but I agreed along with them. “You know I never agree with what these two idiots have to say, but they’re right Kacchan.”

“It’s his own fault for getting in my way.” Katsuki completely ignored the first question.

“You shouldn’t waste your time on the guy.” The long haired one once again was right.

Katsuki took the last sip from his soda can in his hands before crumpling it as he spoke. “Someone’s gotta teach that little twerp how the world really works.” He used his nitroglycerin in his hands and exploded the soda can, clearly angry. “I hate it when he talks heroes.”

The guys were clearly bored just wandering around with us. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s go to the arcade.” The short haired boy smiled. “Get your mind off it, you know?”

“Fine.” Katsuki turned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissing the side of my head, and we walked toward them.

The long haired guy spoke up. “Or we can sneak into the bar at the station, pick up some ladies.”

“Now that’s a good idea.” The short haired one smiled again.

Katsuki got tense. He knew that his minions had never liked me and every chance they had they tried to get him to stray from me. They thought I was just weighing him down. He got mad. “Idiots! If we get caught there’s no way UA would let us in.” He motioned toward me.

I turned to face him. “I’m gonna head home. I have a couple places I wanna stop before I get there. You guys go do whatever you wanna do, I’ll see you later.” I stood on my tip toes and kissed his lips. 

* * * * * * 

A few pit stops later I was headed toward our house, but as I got closer and closer in town there was commotion. Another villain was at it again, not something I wanted to have holding me up today.

As I walked I was stopped by the appearance of a hero. The hero Eraserhead stood before me. I gulped, wondering what I could have done wrong. He took a deep breath and began to speak. “Y/N Aizawa, we need to talk.”

I was shocked. How did this hero know my name. It took me a minute to speak. “How do you know who I am?”

He lifted his goggles, revealing his dark eyes. “My name is Shouta Aizawa.” He sighed. “I’m your father.”

I couldn’t speak, so he continued, trying to explain his situation. “I know this is sudden, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this for a year. I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you where you’d believe me.” He took his wallet out of his pocket of his hero costume and pulled out a picture, handing it to me. It was a picture of him and my mother. He held her and she looked happy. “Your mother took off on me 17 years ago, she never gave me a reason and she never talked to me again.”

I swallowed hard and could feel my eyes welling up with tears. He started to move toward me and I backed away a little. 

“I promise I’m not lying. I didn’t even know about you until a year ago, I had heard that you had been kicked out of your mother’s house. A friend of mine was still friends with your mother, but he had never told me she had a child until he mentioned her kicking you out. I’m willing to do what it takes to prove this to you. I understand if you don’t want me in your life and I’ll completely respect that. I’m just hoping that you’ll give me some time to get to know you.”

Tears slid down my face. I had always wanted to know who my father was. I had no reason to not believe him, I knew in my head that I shouldn’t believe him, I knew that I should turn and run, but the fact that I could actually have someone in my life, as a parent, that seemed to care about me kept my feet grounded. 

Before he could say another word my feet were moving. I fell forward when I was close enough and buried my face into his chest. He was  a Pro Hero, I had no reason to fear him. He held me as I sobbed. 

I had dreamed about this moment for 16 years, I had never had a real father figure in my life. This was my chance. Shouta held me out at an arm’s length before wiping the tears from my face. “If you want me to be here, I’ll be here. I want to know my daughter, and I hope she wants to know me.”

I sobbed as I spoke. “Yes, please, don’t leave me.”

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request: Hey could you pls do a story while bakugo and the reader have like they first time (if you know what i mean) and how he acts the next few week 😊 Its okay if you don’t want to write a story like that. And btw srry for my bad English

a/n: i really really like how this turned out, i hope you do too!

warnings: mentions of nsfw content, but no smut



Originally posted by izuwus

For some reason you thought your first time would be extremely planned, something that you would discuss with your partner for a while before doing so. Then again, you never knew that you would be dating Katsuki…

The night it happened Katsuki was helping you study in his room. It always ended up with you spending the night, cuddling up next to him… but tonight the enitre vibe was different.
Katsuki was sitting next to you, pointing at the different pages and then at your notes. You did the mistake of looking up at his face, and he looked so gorgeous. The focus in his eyes as he tried to explain the equation and the way his lips moved as he spoke- fuck. You looked at his lips.
Just as you looked at his lips he looked up at you, your noses were so close they were almost touching. You forced yourself to look him in the eyes instead of looking at his lips. Katsuki’s eyes flickered from your lips, back to your eyes. Before you knew it he pushed foreward and pressed his lips against yours.

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Draw a sketch of this hilarious skit, it’ll be easy I said, a quick little doodle. Two - weeks - later…

Credit to @oyasumi47 for the original dialogue.

I also like to imagine Todoroki adding in a smug “b*#ch” to the end of his last line.

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