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bbyseok · 1 year

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the drummer

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count: 3k

a/n: this was made due to my newfound infatuation with the band babymetal and their music everyone say thank you babymetal

content: fluff, no quirks au, rock band au, bakusquad (excluding mina, sorry!!) as a band, metal concerts: loud sounds, crowds, mosh pits, etc., swearing, side ships: kamijirou and kirimina, bakugou calls reader “sweetheart” and i think that’s everything

analysis: you attend a metal concert for the first time with your friends. and while you don’t usually listen to rock often, maybe the drummer can change your mind.

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you like to say you have a wide variety when it comes to your taste in music. music is beautiful, after all—it could bring people from all over the world together, whether they understood the language of the songs or not.

you listen to a bit of everything; a bit of the usual stuff that plays on the radio to pass time in the car, a little bit of pop, some rnb, a hint of rap, a dash of country, etc.

though—the only real exposure you have had to the rock and metal genre was through your current roommate.

but when said roommate nearly screams the roof of your shared apartment off one day, you barrel into her room thinking she had seriously gotten hurt—only to be met with the news of something else.

“jirou kyoka!” you scold her after heaving out a sigh of relief when you find her just sitting on her bed, laptop in her hands. “you scared me half to death! i thought something happened!”

“something did happen,” the short-haired girl retorts giddily as she displays the screen towards you. “one of my favorite bands is having a concert near us!”

and when she thrusts the screen towards you, you catch sight of some somewhat familiar faces—there’s a spiky redhead with a contagious smile on the bass, and a guy with short black hair on the keyboards. there seem to be two blondes, but the difference between them is that the one playing the guitar, who also looks like he’s the singer, has a flirty look on his face while the red-eyed man on the drums has a handsome yet threatening scowl twisted on his lips.

the only reason you’re able to recognize them is because jirou’s has shown you some of their music before. “oh.” your unenthusiastic reaction has her rolling her eyes as she faces her laptop back towards her.

you chuckle a little and sit beside her, making yourself comfy on the mattress. “no, seriously, that’s exciting, jirou!” you declare with a nod, “i’m happy for you! you just screamed really loud.”

she touches her fingers together, still looking away in embarrassment. “ah, right. sorry about that.”

you coo and bring her in for a side hug. the onyx-eyed girl can be a little shy sometimes, and it had taken a while for her to open up to you despite living together. “no, no- it’s okay! y’know i don’t listen to a lot of that kinda stuff but.. when’s the concert? did you buy tickets yet?”

when jirou visibly brightens up, you grin to yourself. she’s so passionate about music sometimes; it’s endearing to see. “concert’s in a couple of weeks. and no, haven’t bought tickets yet.”

you blink and laugh. “well, why haven’t you? you should before they get all sold out, right?”

as if you had reminded her, she yelps and her fingers start tapping away on the keyboard. “ah, you’re right. they can sell out pretty fast.”

you eye the screen once again, tracing your stare over the band members out of curiosity as she gets ready to buy said tickets. really, you have no idea where you’re going with this but— “how about i come with you?”

her fingers freeze and she stares at you in surprise. “really? are you sure?” she questions, tilting her head. “like you just said, you don’t really listen to this kind of music.”

you shrug. “well, it’ll be a new experience for me. you only live once, right?” and then you quickly add, “and i can help you pay too!”

kyoka genuinely seems thrilled by your decision, but her fingers still hover over the mousepad. “are you sure?”

before you can change your mind, you insist with a laugh. “jirou, i’m positive.” you fish out your phone from your pocket to go over a calendar. “we’re both free that day, i can help pay for the tickets, and you won’t have to be alone during the concert—so it’ll be safer for you, yeah?”

jirou starts twiddling with her fingers again. “i was actually gonna invite mina with me. she doesn’t listen to them as much as i do but she’s got a thing for the bassist.” she rolls her eyes with a fond scoff.

you glare at her playfully. “hey, i barely listen to them but don’t you got a thing for the blonde guitarist?” you tease.

when you see her blush and start to deny you, you laugh. “relax, jirou, i’m teasing. and we can still invite mina. i’m sure she’d love to go with us.”

jirou nods, smiling. “alright. it’ll be the three of us then.”

she clicks and confirms the purchase, sealing yourself a metal concert in a couple weeks.

except.. it doesn’t turn out to be the three of you. trust me, mina had been overjoyed to receive the news that the two of you had gotten her tickets. in fact, she had been so delighted that she had invited some of her other friends, and then their friends were invited, and- yeah. (you’re not too entirely sure how everyone managed to get tickets in time but you deduce not to question it.)

it’s the night of the concert, and after a thirty minute drive, you finally arrive at the designated arena. (jirou and mina had played some of the band’s music to familiarize you with some songs—there were a few catchy ones.)

the rest of your party had come in separate rides, so as the three of you exit mina’s car, they wave you down in excitement.

“it’s loud,” you state bluntly as your friends start their way to the arena entrance. you’re not even in the damn arena and it’s loud—the concert hasn’t even started yet.

“it’s only gonna get louder, babe,” mina says with a good-natured grin. “too late to turn back now!”

“i know, i know!” you laugh, trying to relax your nerves. you’re a bit nervous, sure—but you can’t deny that you’re also a little excited. “i’m not backing out, don’t worry.”

jirou tugs at your arm from her spot beside you. “if anything, you can leave early. wait for us in the car. metal concerts can get.. intense sometimes. i won’t be offended or anything.”

you shoot your roommate a relieved smile. “i’ll keep that in mind, thanks. but hopefully it doesn’t come to that. this’ll be fun!”

your optimism remains even as you file into the arena, looking for a spot. part of your group wants to score a place in the potential mosh pit, but with jirou and mina knowing it’s your first time, some decide to linger somewhere on the side. with this, your group decides to split up.

“don’t you guys wanna head into the- mosh pit?” you ask the two girls, feeling a bit guilty. “isn’t that closer to the stage? i feel really bad holding you guys back.”

mina waves a hand at you in dismissal. “no, don’t worry about it! i want a spot closer to the bar. and while being the mosh pit is fun, i’d rather not get ‘accidentally’ groped tonight.”

you blink at her and simply nod in acknowledgment. “ah, right, okay.” jirou nods alongside you.

the three of you grab some drinks and chat around while the arena continues to fill up. you had been eyeing the rest of your group making camp on the floor until you lose them once more people flood in.

the opening act starts and it’s another rock band. definitely a lesser known group, but their music is a good mood starter for the concert, it seems.

another thirty minutes pass by and it’s finally time for the main act of the band everyone’s been waiting for to make an appearance.

there’s the sound of the music starting and it’s as if it shakes the entire building—the crowd roars in anticipation.

a rough voice echoes throughout the arena and then the beat of drums pulses through the floor.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOO!”

and just like that, fireworks burst from the stage and the lights are on, focused on the band and you can spot the four members playing their respective instruments.

before you know it, you see jirou and mina jumping with the rest of the crowd, screaming their throats alongside the singer as he strums the strings of his guitar.

you find yourself enjoying yourself too! it’s amazing to see them play the first few songs back to back with no break—they’re quite the entertainment.

after the third or fourth song though, they seem to take a breather. “hello everyone!” the lead guitarist speaks into his mic. “you all having fun so far?”

the crowd answers with cheers and you can’t help but laugh as your two companions join them.

“i’m kaminari denki!” the singer introduces himself. jirou lets out a few cheers as the blonde lifts a hand up to his ear as if to bask in the crowd’s noise. and then he continues on to the other members. “our bassist, kirishima eijirou!”

“hey, everyone!” the redhead plays a few notes on the bass as the crowd cheers again—you and jirou share an amused look when mina squeals at the top of her lungs.

“on the keys, hanta serooo!” kaminari whoops out, and the fans join in again in another roar. the short-haired man plays for a bit, laughing a greeting, “good evening!”

“aaaand on the drums…” kaminari finishes up, imitating playing the drums with his hands with a grin, “our amazing kacchan!”

“it’s bakugou katsuki, dunce face!” the drummer snaps, his voice booming on the mic—and you recognize his voice from the beginning of the concert. there’s a few snickers and laughs from the crowd—you included—and bakugou plays for a few seconds.

displayed on the large screens behind and next to the stage, you can see the drummer’s features a bit despite the somewhat darkened lighting. “alright, fuckers!” he yells out once he’s done, “you ready for more?”

this time, you find yourself screaming alongside your two friends in eagerness and the concert continues as they play some more songs. during the short intermission, you head out for a quick bathroom break. when you return, you see jirou is the only one left in your previous spot.

“mina went into the mosh pit!” jirou explains as one song transitions into another. she points over to the rushing crowd and you look to the sea of people jamming out more aggressively, a few crowd-surfers here and there.

“oh, okay!” you answer back. you go back to jamming with your friend, genuinely enjoying yourself. (any time you see the drummer on the screen for a few seconds, you can’t find it in yourself to look away.)

and the night rages on. there some people headbanging so hard to the point where you were sure they were going to fling their heart out of their throats, but all in all, you were having fun.

it’s nearing the encore when you decide the pounding and rumbling of the arena is starting to become a bit much. “hey, jirou!” you shout over the music, “i’m gonna head back to the car!”

kyoka looks to you with slight concern. “want me to walk back with you?” she offers in a raised voice to match yours. her eyes flicker from the stage to you.

“no, no!” you’re quick to protest and decline, “enjoy the end of the concert- i know you don’t wanna miss it! i’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry!”

hesitantly, she gives you a thumbs up. you give her a quick hug before you start trudging away from her and through the rows and rows of people.

music continues to blast through the arena, and you’re sure that your ears are going to be ringing for the remainder of the night. but you suppose that’s what happens when you attend a metal concert out of all things. (it had been fun, for the most part, but you think that’s enough metal for one night.)

the blinding lights from the stage are flashing everywhere, probably more intense since it’s almost the end of the concert. it’s a bit difficult to see your surroundings very clearly for anything longer than five seconds, but you manage to stumble out of your section of the crowd on your own two feet, save for a few bumps into some people here and there.

you don’t know where the rest of your group is—though, you’re sure they’re probably getting trampled over in the mosh pit running circles in a certain area of the floor space in the peripheral of your eye. (yeah, there’s no way you’re taking place in that. hopefully mina’s alright!)

you continue following the signs that supposedly lead to the exit. getting out early can give you a head start and avoid any more crowds that would definitely get messier on the way out.

you follow down the railing and that’s when the arena darkens suddenly. they must be getting ready for the finale—so you whip your phone out to act as your flashlight to keep walking.

wait a minute. there’s only few people back here, so that must mean you’re heading in the right direction, but then—hold on. you’re backstage.

the security isn’t at its best, it seems. or maybe they’re slacking. who knows—either way, you’re not where you’re supposed to be, that’s for certain. you can see the back of the stage set up from here; there’s a few uniformed people working on what seems to be the lighting and shit. oh yeah—definitely not the exit.

maybe you can ask for directions? oh, how embarrassing… maybe you should’ve stayed with jirou until the end of the concert and walked back with her.

just- just follow the sound of yelling and screaming! obviously—that’s where the crowd is, so you can easily find the actual way out by listening to the roar of the fans.

and then they get louder and—the sound of the last of the commercial fireworks sizzles through the air and the closing music comes to an end. oh shit. the concert has ended.

that seals it for you: you’re going to head over to some staff person and—oh yeah, that one right there, standing near the small stairs, and ask politely for the actual exit.

and then the lights go out again—plunging you in darkness, save for the few lights from above and flickering from the side, and then you walk right into a solid chest.

“the hell?” a gruff voice erupts from in front of you, and it sounds familiar. the lights return and it takes you less than three seconds to register that you’re staring up at the drummer.

“fuckin’- goddammit, kiri!” the blonde scowls, turning his red glare to the guitarist coming down the stage stairs, “some fan got into the back again!”

kirishima is wiping the sweat off his brow when he catches sight of you, and he seems surprised. “huh? oh shit-”

you panic. what if you get into some serious trouble for this? what if they sue you? so you splutter out frantically without thinking, “i’m- i’m not a fan!”

bakugou brings his gaze back to you at your words, all confused, judging by the way he raises a brow at you. and when his stare lingers, you realize he’s actually taking the time to look at you.

he clicks his tongue and repeats your words. “not a fan, huh?”

fuck, that sounds rude, doesn’t it? “no! i mean- yes! i mean—i’ve never really listened to your guys’ music but i came along with my friends! but then i decided to leave a little early and just ended up getting lost and-”

the redhead comes to stand next to bakugou with a laugh. “relax, relax. we hear ya,” he reassures you with a toothy grin. “mistakes happen!”

you let out a sigh of relief, smiling gratefully at kirishima. “right. i didn’t think wandering backstage could happen but.. sounds like it has before?” you laugh, referring to bakugou’s previous words as you look to the drummer.

oh god. the tank top hangs loosely off bakugou’s broad shoulders as his skin glistens with sweat. you can now see his legs that are clad in black ripped jeans, not hidden behind the drum set. a screen, no matter how huge, doesn’t do him justice. he’s so damn beautiful up close.

what makes matters even worse is that he’s staring right at you.

you nearly let out a squeak of surprise from the sheer intensity of his gaze, instead glancing back to kirishima nervously since he continues talking anyway.

“ah yeah, sometimes,” the guitarist chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “not too often but- it definitely happens way more than it should. you’re okay though, really!”

you nod with a small smile, fiddling with your hands. you sneak a look back at the drummer, and you realize with a start that he hasn’t torn his eyes off you.

“not a fan?” bakugou repeats again in a drawl, cocking his head to the side and taking a step towards you.

you blink at him, a little confused, a little flustered. “um, well-”

“alright, sweetheart,” bakugou then huffs, catching you by surprise—are you hearing him right? but then the smirk he gives you makes you wanna melt into the floor. “let’s see if i can make you a fan before the next concert, yeah?”

———

the roar of the crowd is something you welcome, relishing in the noise the eager fans make as they wait for the concert to start. you don’t have a good view backstage, but there’s something you need to do first before you head to your reserved section.

sero and denki are the first to head up. the blonde adjusts his guitar and dashes out onto the stage, blowing jirou a flying kiss to which she rolls her eyes at but catches nonetheless.

kirishima strolls after the two of his band mates onto the stage, but not before he gives mina a squeezing hug paired with some laughter.

bakugou is the last one to walk up, and he approaches you with that same damned smirk of his that had made you give him your number not too long ago.

“i’m waiting, sweetheart,” katsuki snickers at you, raising a brow expectantly.

you glare at him playfully, and before he can sneak in another word, you grab the front of his stupid tank top and pull him down for a kiss.

(yeah, he had made you a fan.)

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bunny-x-haru · 1 year

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Secrets - Part 1

BakuDeku X f!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Kacchan has been a bit rocky lately. It was really bothering you and you didn't know how to fix it. Super slow burn. Bakugo's feelings for deku are resurfacing. How will this play out when he's still in love with y/n? Keep reading to find out. ;)

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, shower sex, biting, angst, language, Bakugou x Deku ship (KiriMina and DenkiShinsou as side ships) Everyone in the fic is aged up 21+ except for flashbacks. (there is no smut in the flashbacks)

A/N: ᕱ⑅ᕱ- This is the first fic that we (@dabislilbaby and @haru-x-ren) have written together. it's meant to be a sequel series to Your're The Only Thing That Makes Sense, which is a Bakugo x reader I (@dabislilbaby) wrote a few months ago. You should definitely go read that before starting this series. Haru had some ideas, so we collaborated on this sequel :) He didn't want to take much credit for the fic but it is Co-writer.

✷*はる*✷- Just want to say, hey everyone. It's haru. we can answer any questions you have through asks.

This is just the first of many collabs we'll be doing. Let us know if you'd like to be added to a the Tag List for the series, enjoy<3

Word Count: 8.8k

@electricnovaa @juslili

It was winter. You didn't take well to the cold, but the snow was so pretty. Sparkling from the streetlights and the big full moon. It was quiet and you could hear the snow crunching underneath your boots. As you walked home, you think about the last 6 years. The start of your relationship with Kacchan, U.A. graduation, moving in with him and starting your hero agency together. You were on your way home from the local supermarket. You picked up some groceries you needed, treating yourself to some sushi, making sure to get spicy udon noodles (his favorite) to bring home to him.

Yours and Katsuki's relationship has been rocky lately. And it had been making you a little uneasy to say the least. You'd had a few big fights and both of you had been working a lot, not having much time for each other. Recently, it's felt like there's been a heavy tension whenever you'd see him. It bothered you. You hated how things had been lately, and you wanted it to go back to the way it was. You'd been feeling like this for a while and it's made you fall into a bit of a depressive rut. You felt stuck. It's not that you didn't wanna be with him. You loved Bakugo, more than anything. But this bump in the road the two of you were having was frustrating and you didn't know how to fix it.

You'd finally made it home to your shared apartment. "Baby? Are you home?" You called out into the empty room. Silence. You checked the time on your watch. It was already 11, he still wasn't home? You set down the few grocery bags you carried on the kitchen counter. You pulled your phone from your pocket, getting ready to call your boyfriend, but you stopped yourself. Surely if he was still at work this late, then he must be busy with something important. You thought it best not to bother him, and just wait for him to come home. You finished putting away the groceries, putting the noodles you bought for him in the fridge with a sticky note on it, saying that it was for him. You changed into something more comfortable and found your way to the couch. You ate by yourself in front of the tv, watching something mind numbing.

You looked at your phone. It was 1:20 and he still wasn't home. You wanted to stay up and wait for him, but before long you'd fallen asleep. You were still in the same spot you'd been all night. On the couch, facing the tv, waiting for him. You didn't like going to bed without him, so often times you wouldn't. You'd stay up and wait for him, or until you were so tired that you couldn't keep yourself awake. You'd gotten so used to the way he held you, that it became hard to rest comfortably without his presence. The past couple of weeks he'd been coming home from work later and later. Which meant you had been getting less and less sleep.

Around 2:30 in the morning, Katsuki had finally come home. He made sure to enter the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping. Which he was positive you would be at this hour. He kicked off his shoes and he noticed the sound of the tv. Either you were awake or you'd forgotten to turn it off before going to bed. He walked towards the noise, stepping into the living room. The room was dark other than the fast-changing colors coming from the tv. He leaned over the coffee table to find the remote, and he noticed your hunched over sleeping form on the couch. You must have stayed up waiting for him again, he thought. He quickly turned off the tv, laying the remote back on the table. He knelt down to the edge of the couch, stroking a finger over your cheek softly. He slid his arms underneath you, picking you up bridal style. In your unconscious state, you instinctively buried your head in his neck, mumbling something incoherent.

He carried you into your shared bedroom. He gently laid you down on your side of the bed, trying his best not to wake you. He covered you with a blanket before finally getting out of the clothes he'd been wearing all day. He was too exhausted to do anything else other than go to sleep. He climbed into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His nose was buried in your hair, and he could smell your scented shampoo. He laid there for a few moments, waiting for his mind to relax the same way his body did. Suddenly, the thought of Izuku flooded his brain. He missed him.

Before you'd come back into his life, the two of them had a secret relationship. It was hidden from the rest of your class, including you, for many reasons. Mostly because both of them were just discovering their sexualities. It was difficult for them both, but especially hard on Bakugo. It made him question everything. Especially since the person who made him discover these feelings was someone he thought he despised. It lasted for a few months at best. But in those few months they both became so attached to each other. Of course, in front of everyone else, he was still mean to Izuku. The same bully he'd always been. But behind closed doors, he would soften. A kind of behavior that only you and Izuku had ever been able to pull out of him.

Your return stirred up a lot of trouble in their relationship. At first, everything had been fine. They were both happy to have their childhood friend back in their lives after such a long time. But Izuku became jealous of how much time Kacchan was spending with you. And then that night you spent in his room caused a huge fight between them. The memory started to fill Katsuki's thoughts as he began to replay that day.

6 years ago at UA highschool

Izuku sat off to the side, watching everyone fight at ground beta. He'd just finished up his fight with Sero, moving him up one spot in the bracket. He was watching your fight with Kacchan. At the end of the fight, he watched how Bakugo had you pinned to the ground. He watched the look in your eyes while they stared into his. It made him uneasy. He wished he could see the expression on Bakugo's face, but he couldn't at this angle. It made him nervous. The way you looked at him. The same way Kacchan looked at Deku when they were alone. He leaned over to Shoji, who was sitting next to him. "Hey, do you think something is going on between the two of them?" Deku asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the two of you. "Y/n and Bakugo? Probably." Shoji replied. Izuku flinched. He turned his head to Shoji, wanting to know more. "W- uh...why do you say that?" Shoji crossed two of his many arms, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, she spends like every night hanging out in his room. And I saw her leaving his dorm this morning." Deku sat up straight in his chair. "What? She was leaving his room this morning?" Shoji nodded his head. "Don't tell anyone though, I told them I'd keep my mouth shut about it." Izuku relaxed his expression, not wanting to give away his thoughts. He nodded to Shoji, assuring him that he wouldn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair, and his brain was running a million miles an hour.

'Y/n spent the night in his room...'

That same thought kept playing in his brain for the rest of combat training. After the brackets were finished, he headed straight back to the dorm, too in his head to focus on anything else.

He sat in his room staring at the ceiling. He fidgeted with his fingers while his thoughts ran wild. This must have gone on for hours because the next thing he knew, the sun was setting in his window. His overactive thoughts were becoming too much. He needed to talk to Kacchan about it. Especially since their relationship was always a secret. Closed doors and no affection from Bakugo in public. Does Kachaan really love me...? Doubts flooded his mind. The image of your and Bakugo fighting still fresh in his mind.

He dragged his phone out of his pocket, opening Bakugo's contact and sending him a message. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." There was a small lake just off campus. There was a spot at the edge of the water that was shielded by trees. There was a park bench there, though no one ever visited the area. Kacchan and Deku would meet up here a lot in the middle of the night. It was somewhere they could spend time together without the worry of being seen. They used to come here a lot but since you'd come back, they haven't as much.

Bakugo sat at his desk, doing some homework on his laptop. His phone dinged. It was a message from Deku. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." He looked up at the top corner of his screen, it was 9pm. Usually you would have come to his room by now to hang out, but tonight you didn't. He worried that he messed something up by the tension he caused earlier in the day after your fight. But he didn't have time to think about it. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and closed his laptop. He wasn't sure what Izuku wanted to talk about, but he was happy to have some alone time with him, nonetheless. Maybe "we need to talk" was just code for sex. He really didn't know. It wouldn't have been the first time Izuku called him there for something, just to pounce on him once he arrived.

Izuku stood at the water's edge, hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting for Kacchan to show up. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet ripple of the water, in an attempt to calm his nerves. The moonlight glistened off of the lake. He heard footsteps in the grass behind him. He turned as Bakugo approached him, and out of habit, leaned in for a kiss. Something they normally did when they met here. But Deku pulled away. Bakugo was confused. He'd never refused his affection before.

"Are you mad or something?" He questioned. Izuku immediately shoved him backwards. Not very hard, but enough to make him stumble. Katsuki froze, unsure how to react. Izuku stepped closer to him, shoving him again. And again. And again. Katsuki grabbed his wrists when he tried to push him a fifth time. "Hey, what's up with you?" Deku had never initiated a fight between them before, something was wrong.

Izuku struggled in his grasp, breaking free from his grip almost immediately. He pushed him back again, this time using his quirk. Bakugo flew back a few feet. Green lightning flickered around Izuku's body. The look in his eyes was dark. "Fight me." He said sternly. "Deku, I'm not gonna-" Kacchan was cut off by Izuku yelling. "I said fight me!" He threw a hard punch, making Bakugo's face bleed. He kept throwing punch after punch. At first, he didn't fight back. But he realized that his attempts to get him to calm down weren't working. So, he fired up his palms and started swinging. He'd never seen him like this before. Angry and letting his emotions get the best of him. It wasn't like him at all.

Kacchan was on the defensive. He tried desperately to pin Deku down so he could talk to him for just a second. He didn't want to hurt him, but he fired a few heavy shots at him anyway, hoping it would wear him down. The fight went on longer than he wanted it to. But he finally managed to catch Deku slipping.

He could tell that Izuku's emotions were getting in the way. He was usually so coordinated and precise in battle, but right now he was being sloppy. He caught him off his guard with a blow to the knees, making Izuku fall to the ground. Before he had a chance to get up, Katsuki pinned him to the ground. Straddling his waist and holding his wrists against the grass. Izuku squirmed and struggled beneath him, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Hey- HEY!" Bakugo yelled, making Izuku sit still. "Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you or what? You said you wanted to talk." Izuku let out a deep breath, feeling defeated. Katsuki took that as a sign that he was done throwing punches. He got off of him and stood, reaching out his hand to help Izuku stand.

Deku sat down on the bench, wiping the blood from his nose on his sleeve. Kacchan sat next to him, resting his arm over the back of the seat. Neither of them spoke at first, but Bakugo broke the silence. "What's going on? What are you so upset about?" Deku was silent. His hands balled into fists as they rested on his thighs. After a long pause, he spoke. "Do you wanna be with her?" He said softly, voice a bit shaky. Almost like he was afraid to ask.

"What?" Bakugo replied, readjusting his position so his body was facing more towards Deku. Izuku took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and reining in his emotions. "Y/n. Do you wanna be with her?" His head turned, green eyes meeting red. Kacchan hesitated. "...no... yes... maybe? I don't know..." He second guessed his answer every few seconds. The time he spent with you and the growing feelings he felt came into his brain. But just because his feelings for you resurfaced, doesn't mean that he loved Deku any less. Maybe never saying it was a huge mistake. He started to feel... scared. Izuku's eyes shut, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. Bakugo put a hand over Izuku's balled fist. "That doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you though..." Deku's eyes opened. The look on Kacchan's face was something he couldn't read. It was a mixture of a concerned, loving gaze and fear fueled by self-doubt.

Bakugo hadn't quite figured out what exactly it was that he had with Izuku. He was never good at anything involving feelings, much less feelings as complicated as this. All he knew was that he wanted him to stay. And yet when he thought of you, it was the same feeling. He had feelings for you both, strong ones, and it was so confusing and frustrating. He didn't know which way to go, or what he was supposed to do. But he knew that he couldn't have you both.

Both of them fell silent for a few minutes. Neither of them really knowing what to say. Bakugo put a hand to Deku's cheek, wiping away the tear that threatened to stain his skin. He leaned in, hesitating before pressing a kiss to his lips. Deku didn't pull away this time, placing his hand over top of Kacchan's. He pressed his forehead against Deku's. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. They both shut their eyes, staying in that moment.

Deku sniffled, nose stuffed from his tears. There was another long pause before he responded. "I..." he hesitated, unsure if he should really say what he's about to say. "I love you Kacchan. But I...I can't...not like this." Bakugo felt like his heart stopped when Deku said those words

'He...loves me?'

He was at a loss for words. But he had to say something right? When he opened his mouth to speak, they both heard distant footsteps, so they quickly pulled away from each other. Separating themselves on the bench by a foot or two.

Mr. Aizawa emerged from the bundle of trees that shielded the area. He stopped, noticing the two of them on the bench. Both Bakugo and Izuku looked bruised and battered. "I swear to God if I catch you two fighting in the middle of the night one more time, I'm gonna make you both do summer classes." Izuku stood from the bench, inconspicuously wiping away his last tear, pulling himself together. "It won't happen again sir, it's over now." He walked past Aizawa, heading back to the dorms. To anyone else it would sound like he was talking about the fight. But Kacchan knew what he meant by "it's over now." And his heart sank.

The two of them followed Aizawa back to the dorms, only to be scolded for their behavior while they stood in the common area. Bakugo wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, he'd heard it a million times before. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around the room waiting for Aizawa to be done with his lecture. You caught his attention; you were leaving the girls washroom and your hair was wet. He fidgeted with the toy he kept in his pocket that used to belong to you. He watched as you walked towards the elevator, meeting Iida at the door. Your eyes met. His red irises catching in your e/c eyes. He saw you whisper something to Iida, and Iida whispered something back to you before you both disappeared in the elevator.

Aizawa finally finished his scolding, sending them both to their dorm rooms. Kacchan and Deku both stood in the elevator in complete silence. It stopped on the second floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator without a word. Not even bothering to look back at him. He watched him walk away as the elevator doors closed again, taking him up to the fourth floor.

He hesitated outside his bedroom door. His head was all over the place and he didn't really want to be alone right now. But who else could he go to? Clearly, he couldn't go see Deku like he usually did when something was wrong.

He thought of you. You brought him so much comfort when he was around you. And to be honest, you were the only thing that was making sense to him right now. He was contemplating going to your room. He fidgeted with the toy in his pocket again and sighed. He walked away from his dorm, around the hall to where yours was. His knuckle came up, hesitating before giving a light knock.

You opened the door, and the sight of you calmed his thoughts. "Kacchan, what are you-" he interrupted you. "You didn't come to my room tonight."

[A/N: If you have some confusion about this part, please read the fic this flashback is from. Again, this is a series sequel to You're the only thing that makes sense. with established relationship between y/n and Bakugo. -]

Katsuki sighed, remembering that night. It was both one of the worst, and the best nights. he hated the fact that he lost Deku. But he was so happy to have you. He felt so guilty for having these thoughts lately. For the past couple of weeks, Izuku had invaded his mind on a regular basis. He thought he'd gotten over it a long time ago but now he was starting to question if he ever really did, or just pretended like it didn't happen.

He's never spoken of it since then, never even admitted to being interested in men to anyone aside from Kirishima. His best friend was the only person who knew. Not even y/n. Though Deku had come out as bisexual not long after. But Bakugo decided to remain in the closet publicly.

He wasn't sure what caused this influx of thoughts about him. Maybe it was the fact that him and Deku had been working so closely together lately? The two of them, as well as a few others had teamed up to work a big case against a dangerous villain. You were part of the team too, of course. But having Deku around so much lately might have been causing these feelings to resurface. Or maybe he was just making excuses.

He had to get rid of them. What happened with Deku was a long time ago and he needed to focus on his relationship with you. He knew he'd been distant lately. Staying late hours at work, avoiding you. It wasn't because he didn't want to be around you. But you were good at reading him. Too good. He didn't want you to know. He didn't want you to question what he was thinking about. Because if you'd asked him, he knew you'd catch his lie. He just needed a little more time to get over these resurfaced feelings. And then everything would be okay again.

It wasn't long before he finally drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. Letting the thoughts fade while his consciousness went black.

He dreamed that night. He dreamed that he had you both. He didn't have to choose. He never had to lose Deku. He dreamed that the three of you were happy. Together. But was that even possible? It was just a dream after all...

The next morning, you woke up to Katsuki's alarm. He slept right thru it, but you were now wide awake. You leaned over and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm. You took note of the fact that you were in bed, and so was he. He had his arms wrapped around you in a tight bear hug, like he always did. You laid there for just a minute. Taking in this moment when things felt okay.

You rolled over, still engulfed in his arms. You brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so calm when he slept. He wasn't angry, or sad. He wasn't frustrated or stressed out. He was just at peace. As nice as it was, you decided to wake him. If he didn't get up soon, you'd both be late.

You gently tapped on his nose; he was a bit ticklish there. You watch as his face scrunched, and his nose twitched under your touch. He hummed out a low groan. "You gotta get up so we can go fight crime" you teased in a low whisper. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours. You smiled at him. "Good morning, Teddy Bear." He sighed. "Good morning" you responded. He slowly sat up, while you stayed in your laying position. You watched his back muscles flex when he stretched his arms above his head, the sunlight peeking thru the curtains making his skin glow. He climbed out of bed, heading towards the large master bathroom. You rolled out of bed soon after and followed not far behind. The two of you had a semi-consistent morning routine when getting ready for work, and today was no different.

When you stepped into the bathroom, he was readjusting himself in his boxers while he stepped away from the toilet. Over the last 6 years you've been together, you've both become extremely comfortable with each other. He walked over to one of the double sinks in the bathroom and began washing his hands. You stepped over to the toilet, pulling your shorts down and following suit. "What time did you come home last night?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Around 2:30 I think" he responded, drying his hands on the towel to his left.

He picked up his red toothbrush that sat next to your purple one, wetting the bristles and squeezing the light blue paste onto the brush. You finished quickly and joined him in that action. It was silent for the length of two alphabets. He spit into the sink, picking up the glass he kept next to the faucet and rinsed out his mouth. then shut off the water and put his toothbrush back in its spot.

He turned with his back to the mirror, leaning on the counter and his head turned to you while you finished up. He broke the silence. "I got a call from an Agency in the states yesterday."

"Yeah? What'd they say?" You mumbled with your mouth full of paste. He sighed. "They need me in America for a big case they're working on. They asked me to go overseas for a bit, Kiri and Shinsou too." You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth. Putting your toothbrush back next to his. "What did you say?" Your eyes didn't leave the sink. He hesitated before answering. "The both of them already agreed to go, so I figured I might as well if they needed the help."

Your heart sank a bit. It wasn't the first time he had to go away for hero work. It usually wasn't overseas, but even then, it wasn't really a big deal. You just didn't like being alone. After you'd finally escaped the hell that was your father, you and Kacchan moved in together immediately. He was your home, and whenever he was away for too long, you'd get anxious. It was a trait about yourself that you greatly disliked, but he's assured you many times that he didn't mind how much you tend to miss him.

"How long will you be gone?" He hesitated again before answering. "...Five weeks at most." You looked over to him, the look on his face was sympathetic. He knew you hated when he was away for long periods of time. "...when are you leaving?"

"Three days." You nodded your head. You didn't really know what to say, you couldn't protest. Ask him to stay. No, that would be too selfish. He was a great hero and people needed him. What right did you have to keep him all to yourself. "Okay..." The tone in your voice was a bit sad, and he caught that.

"Come here" he pushed off the counter and took a step towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and yours lazily rested at his hips. He pulled your face into his chest and let his chin rest atop of your head. "I'm sorry things have been so rough lately, Teddy Bear. I know it hasn't been easy...but we'll be okay. I promise, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of your head, and you fully wrapped your arms around his waist. Then two of you just stood there for a few minutes, holding each other. He'd gotten a lot better at knowing when you needed comfort over the years. And he'd also gotten better at giving it to you.

You finally pulled away from the hug. "I'm gonna take a shower." you sighed while your arms dropped from his waist. He removed his from your shoulders and placed his hands on your hips. "Is it okay if I join you?" He smirked, pulling you a little closer and kissing your cheek. You nodded your head, face turning a little red. He let go of you and let you turn on the shower. He came up behind you while you stuck your hand under the water to test the temperature. His hands snaked up your shirt and slid over your soft skin. He kissed at the nape of your neck. He was being very soft and gentle with you. Once the water reached your desired temperature, you removed your hand from under the water. His fingers hooked into the hem of your oversized shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it off your arms. He kissed your neck again, wrapping his arms around you and taking one of your breasts in hand. He squeezed lightly and pressed himself against you. You felt the bulge in his boxers and your face ran hot. Even after so many years, he still managed to get you flustered.

You stuck your thumbs in your shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bakugo's hands left your body, and he did the same. You stepped into the shower, and he followed close behind. The water was warm against your skin, the steam filling the air. Kacchan grabbed your purple loofah that hung on one of the hooks on the shower wall. It was already wet thanks to the large shower head hitting the wall before the two of you stepped in.

He squeezed some of your lavender scented soup onto the loofah, rubbing it in until it turned to suds. He dragged the spongy material across your shoulders, coating your skin in soapy bubbles. "You remember the first time we did this?" His voice was soft. His hand that held the loofah snaked around to the front of your body. He pressed his chest against your back, letting the soap cover him as well while he coated your breasts with suds. "You were so nervous" he chuckled, smiling at the memory. You felt the loofah travel to your neck, covering it in soap as well. "Your hands were shaky..." He paused, moving the loofah towards your lower stomach. "...and you wouldn't even look me in the eyes." He shoved the loofah in between your legs, bringing a small yelp from your lips as you felt the material drag across your clit.

"Yeah, I remember" you spoke quietly. Your hand grabbed onto his large bicep that wrapped around you. Your hand slid down his arm until it was over top of his. You pulled his hand, along with the loofah, up your body until it was at your chest again. You took the loofah out of his hand and turned to face him. The steaming water hit your bare back and it felt so nice. He peered down at you as your hands raked over his muscular torso, coating him in your lavender soap. You dragged it over his shoulder and around the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer to you. Your lips pressed against his, and his tongue found yours. His hand rested at the back of your jaw below your ear, thumb on your cheek. His other reached around and squeezed your ass hard. His lips left yours and met the skin of your neck, a spot where there was no soap. He sank his teeth in you, and you moaned. "I'm gonna miss those pretty noises you make, teddy bear" you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. His praises never failed to soak you at your core.

He slid both his hands to cup the back of your thighs and lifted you up so easily like he always did. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, looking for stability. He turned slightly, resting you on the metal bar of the shower wall, though he still held most of your weight. He kissed you passionately, pushing your back against the cold, wet tile. He shielded most of the water from you with his tall figure.

He grinded against you, dragging the wet skin of his shaft across your clit. He kissed your neck again. "Please Kacchan" you moaned out. You knew how much he liked it when you'd beg for him. It made him feel wanted. Desired. Something you did a good job of anyway, but this just sent it home. You felt him twitch against you. His hand reached between you, and he lined himself up with your entrance, not bothering to give you any kind of prep. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls. Your breath hitched and your eyes shut, followed with a sinful whimper.

He really would miss this feeling while he was away.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. You moaned and whimpered into his ear while he fucked you against the wall. It was driving him absolutely mad. His palm slapped the tiled surface, looking for stability when he quickened his pace. His other arm wrapped around your arched back, holding onto you tight. Your moans got louder. So did his, echoing in the small space. You'd figured out a long time ago that neither of you were very good at being quiet. He was hitting so deep, abusing your sweet spot. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes rolling with it as you reached your climax.

Your scream echoed off the shower walls and you tightened around him. So much so that it became difficult to move in and out of you without a bit of force. But that didn't stop him. His thrusts became rougher, bullying his way inside of you. The feeling caused your orgasm to last much longer than it should have. The way your walls gripped him, and the sound of your broken cries sent him over the edge. It wasn't long before you felt hot, sticky ropes of cum shoot into you. He slowed down but not by much, continuing to push it deeper. His breathing was heavy, yours shaky. He finally pulled out of you, slowly. He looked down and watched the cum drip out of you and onto the shower floor. God, what a pretty sight this was. The woman he loved most, filled to the brim by him. Screaming for him.

He leaned over you, resting his head on the wall next to yours, still catching his breath. "I love you. So fucking much" he panted in your ear. "I love you too." You spoke softly thru your broken breathing.

He lifted you off the metal bar, though your legs were a little weak. He let you hold onto him for support. The two of you finished washing up in the shower, feeling the cold air as you both stepped out naked. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing one for himself. He grabbed another smaller towel and ruffled his wet hair. He laid that towel around his shoulders while you both walked out of the bathroom and back into your room. You stood at the foot of your bed and continued to dry off your wet skin. Kacchan slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some jeans. Following with black hoodie, pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

You were just pulling on a pair of panties and clasping your bra when you felt his hand on your waist and he leaned over your shoulder. "I'll make breakfast while you finish getting ready." He kissed your cheek before walking out of your bedroom. It'd always taken you a bit longer to get ready then him, since you had more steps.

He was being extra sweet today. At least more than he'd been lately. You'd hoped this meant that things were getting better and this rocky period wouldn't last much longer. You went back into the bathroom, blow drying your hair and putting on light makeup. You pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a cream-colored knitted sweater. You left your hair down, like you did most days and grabbed your phone before walking out into the apartment.

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and you followed it into the kitchen. You saw a bowl of egg yolks on the counter with a whisk sitting in it. You watched as Katsuki laid two pieces of egg-covered bread into a skillet, listening to the sound it made with it started to sizzle. "Bacon AND French toast? Is it my birthday or something?" You teased as you sat in one of the island counter stools. He smirked flipping over the bread in the pan. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and put one large piece of French toast on it along with a few strips of bacon. He grabbed the maple syrup out of the fridge and set them both on the counter in front of you. He walked around the counter to where you were sitting and grabbed your face gently. He turned your head to look at him and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Thank you for the udon. I'm sorry I wasn't home to eat it with you, but I'll make sure to take it for lunch today." You paused for a moment. This felt weird. Not in a bad way, but just... Different. He was being nice. Too nice. This was unlike him. "...you're welcome?" Something was up but you weren't quite sure what. "Are you feeling okay?" You asked him as he made his own plate and sat next to you. "Me? Yeah I'm fine. Why?" He responded before dousing his toast in syrup. "You're super lovey dovey this morning, and I just wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong."

he scoffed. "Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection?" He teased, trying to break the heaviness of the question. The truth was that he felt really guilty about being distant. About thinking of Deku. And on top of that, leaving for five weeks while you guys were working stuff out. He'd never say it to your face, but he'd always had a fear of losing you. Scared he wasn't good enough or that one day you might see him the same way everyone else did. So, he was trying to make up for it by doing all the things he knew you liked. But he didn't expect to be questioned about it.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I like it, it's just..." You paused, trying to find the right words. "You don't usually act like this, so I was just checking in." You felt a bit insecure about questioning his behavior. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, after all it wasn't really a problem. You couldn't complain.

There was that tension again. That heavy tension that hung in the air. The one that has been bothering you for so long.

The two of you finished your breakfast in silence and headed to work. The drive to the agency was silent, apart from the radio that played at a low volume. You walked into the building together, still in silence. You separated into a different locker rooms, both of you returning in your hero costumes.

You both stepped into the elevator and headed up to the 5th floor where both of your offices were. "I'm going to hold a team meeting today so be in the conference room at 10, okay?" He spoke, adjusting the sleeve of his suit. You responded with a simple mhm before it fell silent. As the two of you stepped out of the elevator, you were both greeted by your many sidekicks and assistants. "Diana, could you do me a favor and get a hold of everyone on the PVT case? Tell them I'm holding a meeting at 10am." He instructed one of his assistants. She nodded to him before walking away, presumably to do what he asked.

The PVT case was the "Pit Viper Tokara" case that everyone had teamed up on. The investigation had been running for a few months now and the past couple weeks have been full of immense progress.

Tokara Doku is the high-class villain that's been wreaking havoc on Japan. Up until now, Japan's biggest threat was the league of villains. But since the war had ended, and the new generation of heroes took over, things have been pretty quiet.

Tokara's first appearance was just 3 years ago. There had been a string of Murders linked with poisonous venom. None of the victims had a pattern that the detectives could see, and the type of poison used couldn't be matched in any database. It was a hard case for the police to crack, so they brought it to the pros. It was Chargbolt who made the first discovery of the Venom Villain, a young man by the name of Shio Takumi, more well-known now as the villain Tokara Doku.

Since then, his attacks on innocent civilians have become increasingly frequent and his methods seem to be more and more sadistic. A handful of agencies thought it best to work together and share what information we had on the villain, spending months on detailed investigations. The people attending are Pinky and Red Riot with their shared agency, Creati, Hitoshi and Chargebolt (also together) Shoto Todoroki, along with Deku, and last but not least Bakugo and your's shared agency.

You opened the conference room door, noticing Kacchan and Eiji talking at one end of the room. A few of your fellow pro heroes littered the large space in various locations. The room bright with florescent lights, a long dark Mahagony table with chairs surrounding it. You took a seat at your usual spot, right beside Katsuki's chair at the head of the long wooden table. You sat and waited for the meeting to start, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve to keep you distracted. Quiet chattering filled the room while your brain scattered.

Thoughts about this morning filled your mind. 5 whole weeks without Kacchan. Come the think of it, the two of you never spent more than just a few days apart since high school. Only ever a week at most maybe.

What if being away from you for that long made things worse...

You were pulled from your thoughts when the chair next to you was pulled out with a quiet scraping against the white tiled floor. You heard a familiar voice. "Hey pup!" You looked to see Izuku beaming his sweet smile at you. "Oh- hey zuku." His smile faltered for just a second before he turned soft.

He noticed something seemed... Off.

"You alright y/n?" He tilted his head down just slightly to level with you. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he just had a feeling that something was weighing on your mind. "What? Oh- yeah no no I'm fine." You waved off his concern. He leaned his head forward, raising his brows and giving you a look thru his lashes. "You sure?" You nodded and gave him a soft smile, assuring him that you were indeed, fine.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, you heard your boyfriend's booming voice fill the room. "Okay, a few things we need to get thru today. But first..." He paused, readjusting his posture, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight onto one foot. His frame towered over the table. "Kirishima, Shinsou, and I will be leaving in a couple days to take up a mission in America for a few weeks. While I'm gone, Deku will take over on leading this case with y/n." He glanced over to the two of you before continuing.

"As of now, we only have one lead on a possible location on where Tokara is hiding out." He picks up a small black remote from the table and turns to the white projector screen behind him. He turned the screen on and cleared his throat gruffly. "He's been able to escape our surveillance for about 2 weeks now, but one of Red Riot's sidekicks said he spotted him outside Shizuoka prison, and he was headed into this abandoned factory just a few blocks away." He clicked the remote and a slideshow of photos popped up of the abandoned building he was talking about.

He turns back to the group at the table. "We will not be taking any steps of action until I return, unless it is absolutely necessary." at the opposite end of the table you heard Hypno huff in annoyance. Bakugo turned towards the purple haired hero. "Got a problem, Shinsou?" he glared at him, red eyes burning. "As a matter of fact, I do, Dynamite." he said gruffly. "Denki still hasn't fully recovered from the most recent attack. He barely made it out of that fucking fight alive. I don't think we should be waiting to solve this issue just so more people can end up hurt!" his voice raised, and the rest of the group looked at Bakugo with expecting eyes. He replied, "I don't think rushing into something this serious, with the little information we have, is such a bright idea, idiot." the last word coated in malice.

Momo chimed in from the seat across from you, trying to lower the tension before it got worse. "Are we positive he's working alone? I know we've found no evidence of a partner or other villains, but his crimes as of late seem to be too complex for just one person to accomplish alone." Katsuki sighed. "We aren't positive, no. But just like you said, we have absolutely no evidence of him working with anyone else. I don't underestimate him to do all of this on his own, however we will be prepared for the possibility of other participants." he said this with a certainty in his voice. Strong and confident.

The meeting continued like any other, after 2 hours of heated conversation, it ended with a final conclusion of what was to take place while he was overseas. Though the two of you started this agency together, and it belongs equally to you both, Kacchan ran this place like a well-oiled machine. Always on top of things, keeping everyone organized and in check. There was a reason he was second only to Deku. And he never let being "number 2 hero" phase him. Getting his job done with efficiency.

On your way out of the meeting, Izuku catches you by the arm. "Hey, so uh, I didn't really have a chance to say this earlier... But we should get lunch sometime, we haven't really hung out in a while and I miss you" there was that sweet smile again, the one that always felt so warm and welcoming. "Yeah, that'd be great! I miss you too Zuku." You replied eagerly, returning his smile. "Maybe I'll even get ya another pup-cup" he teased, brushing his knuckle on the end of your nose.

Two years ago...

The four of you in Deku's black BMW, sat in the drive thru, waiting for Izuku to finish placing his order. You sat in the passenger seat being the DJ (He always gave you the aux.) Kacchan and Eiji were squeezed in the back seat with Ichika, Zuku's black and white spotted Great Dane.

You turned down the music while Izuku spoke the order out the window and into the speaker, mindlessly scrolling thru your phone. You weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you did hear your name. "Y/n, what do you want?" You looked up from your phone. "Uuhh I don't really know the menu all that well. Just get me whatever it was you brought me last time that tasted like cookies and cream." He turned away from you and continued with the order.

Next thing you knew you were being handed a cardboard tray of drinks and a little paper bag with warmth radiating from its contents. "Here baby" you handed Kacchan his drink, following with Eiji's right after, then setting yours and Zuku's in the front seat cup holders. He then handed you two small paper cups that were filled with nothing but what looked like whipped cream. You'd never seen this before.

You stuck your finger into one of the cups and tasted it. It was sweet and fluffy against your taste buds. You stuck out your tongue and licked at the cream some more. As Izuku turned back to you, he noticed. "y/n? Why are you eating the pup-cup?" He laughed, and you paused. "The what-cup?"

Out of your peripheral, you saw Ichi with her head poking thru the seat, head tilted, and ears raised as she watched you eat her treat. Izuku laughed again, picking up the second small paper cup and holding it up for the dog. "a pup-cup. It's supposed to be a treat for Ichi." He looked over to his pet, whose large tongue was going everywhere but the whipped cream. Your eyes darted between the two of them for a second as you realized. You heard Eiji in the back seat start laughing when he caught on.

"How's the treat, pup?" Izuku teased. And he never let you live it down. you laughed embarrassed as the three of them chuckled, blushing as you hide your embarrassment behind your hands.

The memory of where his nick name for you originated, seeped into your thoughts as you watched him walk away, pulling his coat over his hero suit before the elevator doors closed.

You could see the last sliver of sun peak over the horizon from your office window as it set. Mostly everyone had left the office by now, only few employees stayed late to finish their paperwork. Kacchan came thru the elevator doors, finishing up his evening patrol. Through your open office door, you watched him enter his own and set his gauntlets in the small chair.

You quickly logged off of your desktop computer, making your way over to him. footsteps quietly echoing in the empty office hallway. You leaned against the open-door frame and lightly knocked on the wood to get his attention. He turned to face you, taking off his green and orange gloves and setting them on the corner of his desk. "You 'bout ready to head home?" You asked quietly as you shoved your hands in your pockets. "I've got some paperwork I need to finish up, but you should go get some rest." He replied, stepping closer to you, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and handing them to you. "Go ahead and take the car, I'll get a cab when I finish up." He cupped your face and pulled you a bit closer to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "Okay." You mumbled. He sighed, moving his hand to lift your chin and look him in the eyes. He saw the slight pout on your face. He pursed his lips slightly, mimicking your pout. "I love you." He said in a bit of a whiney voice, trying his best to make you feel better. You let out a huff, staring into his vermillion eyes for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I love you too... Idiot."

He smirked. "That's my girl." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before turning back to his desk. "Drive safe, I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

Katsuki sat at his desk; chin rested in his palms while he filled out reports. Sun fully set now, and only soft fluorescent light filled the room.

"Why am I not surprised that you're still working?" Kacchan looked up from his computer to see the green haired hero leaning against the door frame of his office. "What are you doing here? Thought you left after the meeting." His eyes turned back to his computer screen to continue his work.

"I did. But I had a sneaky feeling you'd still be here, and I wanted to talk. " He pushed off the door frame, taking a seat at one of the chairs opposite Katsuki's desk. "Talk? About what?" He continued to type.

"Something's been off with you lately." Izuku stated. "Hm? Nah I'm good." Kacchan brushed it off.

"That wasn't a question. I can tell." He paused as Bakugo looked over to him. He smirked. "You forget that I can read you like a book." Katsuki scoffed, turning back to his computer once more. "Okay. And if there was something going on, what are you gonna do about it?" Deku shrugged as he spoke; "We can talk about it?" Bakugo scoffed again. "You've known me how many years? And you think asking me to talk about my feelings is gonna work? Yeah, okay." He shook his head.

Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line, not surprised by his apprehensive behavior. It was quiet for a moment before Izuku broke the silence. "I was invited to go drinking with some of the team tonight, you should come."

"I'll pass, thank you very much." Bakugo didn't even bother looking away from his computer. "Oh, c'mon Kacchan, when was the last time you took a breather from all this hero stuff? You're a worse workaholic than me."

"I'm also not number one." He retorts. Izuku stayed quiet and Bakugo looked over at that signature puppy-dog pout that always got him what he wanted. He sighed, rolling his eyes. " who's gonna be there?" Izuku smiled a little. " Kiri and Mina, and also Denks and Shinsou. And me of course." he chuckled. Katsuki looked over at him again, noticing his smile.

'That damn smile...' He felt himself caving to Deku's request. 'it's just a night out. Maybe a few drinks and CASUAL conversation will help me get over these feelings. He lied to himself.

"Fine. Let me finish up this last report and we'll go." He finally agreed, tongue in cheek. Izuku beamed a triumphant smile, telling Kacchan he'd meet him outside before leaving thru the elevator.

He shot you a quick text.

Kit-Kat❤️:

Deku wants me to go drinking with him and a few others, you wanna come?

Teddy Bear🧸:

I'd love to, but I'm really tired :( I haven't gotten much sleep lately

You have fun tho baby<3

Kit-Kat❤️:

Okay teddy bear, love you💕

Teddy Bear🧸:

Love you too🥰

he smiled softly at the message, warmth in his chest from your quick reply. He really was in love with you. Although he was confused and distracted those feelings never changed. He headed to the agency locker room and quickly shed his uniform before finding Deku in the parking lot.

He didn't realize what was about to come...

✰🅱🆄🅽✰ + ❦︎ʜᴀʀᴜ❦︎

Part 2

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