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killsaki · 1 month

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aspirations ☆ your boss doesn’t understand why you let unimportant things hold you back when you can do better.

prohero!bakugou katsuki x f!sidekick!reader

3.8k words | old commission <3 | minors dni

cw / tw : cheating (not on reader), toxic relationship dynamics (not w/ bkg), fingering, blackmail, power dynamics.

this is… awkward.

bakugou katsuki feels awkward.

even in his pro-hero status, even with his usual lack of care for others and their affairs, standing at the door of his office, hearing you cry just outside of it... it’s the first time in a long time that he’s been made so… uncomfortable.

you’d come halfway across the country to work as a sidekick at the agency he ran with his old classmate, you were a promising upcoming hero who would surely do numbers once you got the right exposure and the right training. that’s the reason you picked up and moved so damn far from your hometown, from your life, from your boyfriend. at least that’s what you’ve babbled on about to bakugou while the two of you were on patrols.

you were under the impression you’d be working under deku at first and when you’d found out you were going to be working alongside dynamight you’d nearly pissed yourself and gone home, you admitted while slapping his shoulder with a laugh. something which you instantly apologized for and smoothed a hand over where you’d hit as if you’d caused the tank of a man any harm and needed to soothe the pain. you’d admit that he was far from the personality he portrayed for the media and that you’d come to enjoy being around him.

that’s why this was so weird for him. you were always so positive, a clumsy sort of happy. you were always shining, continuing conversations with him even as he shrugged you off, always laughing and tossing some kind of witty remark after he’d tell you to shut up. you were annoying at some point, but you’d pulled your weight during missions and you were a shoulder for him to lean on when he got injuries too severe to keep himself upright. you made the halls of the agency a friendlier place than they’d ever been, even with the kind and smiling hero working just on the other side of the building.

so, who could make someone like you weep like a child?

“you know i get paid in a few days, i can send it back to you.” you speak through a shaky breath and bakugou can’t help but lean closer to the thin wood that separates the two of you. “it’s not like that!” you hiccup, “you’re the one who asked if you could keep my car until i can help you get yours fixed.” the white in front of him blurs as he sorts through his thoughts, who could you possibly be having to explain yourself to? “toru, please. i just want to go to sleep, today was hard enough already.” the boyfriend. “so you really won’t pay for my uber because you’re mad about a picture of me and my boss? a picture of us doing our–”

bakugou doesn’t know why he does it, why he swings the door open and stares at you with such an annoyed expression. but he’s already doing it before he realizes and he regrets it when you jump, cutting yourself short.

“sorry,” you stare at him for a moment, taking in short breaths before you quickly wipe your face, and turn away from him. sniffling as the voice over the other end starts to become intelligible to the hero. “i just wanna get home, i’m just.. i’m sorry.”

there’s a short reply given and then, silence. it takes you a minute, and bakugou stands there waiting the entire time before you pull your phone away from your ear. the screen displaying your wallpaper, signaling that the other person had ended the call.

“i didn’t know you were still here.” you look up at one of the only fluorescent lights left on, blinking away the remnants of water in your eyes.

he sighs, checking the time on his watch before looking back up at you who has yet to spare him another glance. the trains had stopped running long ago, he didn’t need to check the time to tell him that. no, he was just checking to see how fucked up your boyfriend had to be to leave you walking on the streets at the hour, or in the hands of a stranger to get home. and it’s not that you weren’t capable on your own, more so that the guy didn’t understand how much danger it’d be if someone picked up on that pattern and took advantage of you being so tired from a full day's work. he wonders if even you have thought about that. or if that’s what you were thinking about now, as you stand in silence in a way that he’s never witnessed you do before

“i can give you a ride.” he offers and your eyes fall shut, a deep breath making your chest puff slightly and the blonde can’t help but pick up on your relief.

“i’d appreciate that.”

it’s a long, awkward walk out of the agency’s building to where he’s parked his car nearly a block away. the wind is blowing and he couldn’t imagine having to walk home himself like this.

“why don’t you park at the agency’s lot?” you ask arms wrapped around yourself. your voice is still soft but he doesn’t comment on it.

“safer for me not to, i change parking spots every few weeks.” he shrugs.

“you sure do think about everything, don't you, dynamight?” you tease, and it’s like you’re recovering bits of yourself that he can recognize.

“guess so.” he shrugs instead of lecturing you about how you should do the same, another thought too busy working it’s way from his mind to his mouth. “so why are you paying to fix his car while he uses yours?” bakugou lets his thoughts fall off his tongue, and answers your wandering mind that he did overhear most of your conversation.

“i have the job that pays more.” you reach for the seatbelt, buckling it before looking over the console and catching the red eyes that watch you so intently. “why? you looking for a cause to donate to?”

he sucks his teeth and buckles himself in, instructing you to put in your address on the car’s screen. you say something that makes yourself laugh as you lean in to do it, but it goes in one of his ears and out the other. it didn’t make any sense for you to be with someone who didn’t support you fully, someone who didn’t trust you. sure bakugou didn’t know all the details of your relationship– maybe you’d offered it up to him one day when he was too focused on how your eyes lit up to pay attention to what you'd been saying to him. but he wouldn’t know that now.

why would you of all people put up with that?

“are you gonna take me home or should i be fearing for my safety?” you raise your eyebrows to exaggerate a skeptical look, something that the blonde’s face twists up and makes you laugh. but the thought of your tears streaked face earlier appears back in his mind and he decides to let you off without a remark of his own.

“you could’ve just asked for a ride.” he glances over at you once he rolls up to a stop light and his heart feels like, just for a moment, that it stops. the sight of you under such soft red light, lips still swollen from the way you’d bitten them as you calmed yourself from crying, it does more to him than he’d like to admit. it takes everything in him to tear his gaze back to the road once the traffic signal turns green.

“if toru found out i was alone with you outside of work, let alone in your car,” you huff out an unamused laugh and it sounds awful in comparison to the sweet, hearty one he’s grown used to. “he would have a fit.”

“sounds like a real perfect guy.” bakugou doesn’t look at you as he follows the gps and turns the next corner, but he can feel your eyes on him. how they trace from the neons shining off his wristwatch up his toned arms that are littered in pink scars, can feel the heat of your stare when it’s guided to his chin where he wonders if you can see the stubble he didn’t care enough to shave away this morning.

“he’s alright.” you finally respond and it makes the prohero next to you feel ill. “my high school sweetheart and all… i’m sure it’s just a rough patch.”

“right.” it wasn’t his place to meddle into whatever you have going on in your personal life. but you were one to look at the brighter side of things, he wonders if that was something you’d always done or something you forced yourself into. “a rough patch.”

the time of arrival for the destination keeps creeping closer and bakugou doesn’t know why it’s bothering him so badly.

“thanks for the ride home, mr dynamight, sir.” you salute him and he just blinks, making you giggle as you gather your things from his car.

“bakugou,” he takes your cup from his console, despite the passing thought that the colors look nice against the ones of his car’s interior. “calling me bakugou outside the workplace is fine.”

you hesitate before taking the cup, and he hates the smile that creeps up on your face when you finally do grab it from him. why the hell would he say something unprofessional like that?

you skip off with a “goodnight, mr. bakugou, sir.” and head up to your front door without catching the sight of how dramatically he rolls his eyes, or the slight lift of his lips when he thinks about how your voice sounds addressing him as something other than his trademarked name.

and from there, it’s a slippery slope, he comes to realize.

one ride turns into twenty and soon enough he’s sitting in his office chair every night waiting for you to come to tell him that you’re ready to go home.

he finds the same kind of habit forms around your shared lunch break when the two of you are working in the office rather than on the field. you’d always walked past his office, but after a comment on one of those drives to your place, you’d started to welcome yourself into his office to compare lunches. and now he can't seem to bring himself to take a bite until you’ve wandered in and finished your bit.

like now, he sits with the same lunch he’s been eating since monday because he meal prepped this week, and he needs you to come in and tell him how boring it must be eating the same thing over and over. his fingertips pad impatiently at the wood of his desk, you're always in here by now.. now that he thinks about it, you hadn’t come to ask if his coffee was bitter after getting it for him this morning.

his phone buzzing in his slacks pulls him from the thought and throws him into another one.

deku: hey, i know you’re being kind to the sidekick and all… but didn’t you say her boyfriend would be mad if he knew you were giving her rides? you should think about how that would affect her working here.

the blonde sighs and he doesn’t even want to respond to the message. he’s already on edge after starving off his lunch, plus the fact you’re not being normal today, why is midoriya suddenly interested in how your professional relationship affects your at home life?

bakugou: would you rather some villain stalk her schedule and kidnap the sidekick that you requested to come out here?

he types out, and he’s right. he knows he’s right, he’s keeping you safe by picking you up and dropping you off from his car's undisclosed location.

deku: that’s not what i meant

bakugou taps the side of his phone as the three dots come and go as midoriya no doubt types up a paragraph that bakugou will most likely not read. where the hell are you?

bakugou: i’m just making sure she gets home alright.

he sends, hoping it’ll be enough to end the conversation. he locks his phone and places it on the table next to his meal, the meal that, after eyeing the door once more, he starts to dig into. it’s a few minutes before he gets the next notification, but when he reads it, he’s stuck staring at the chair you’re supposed to be in while he finishes eating.

deku: are you sure that’s all it is?

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the two of you have grown close. that much is obvious to everyone who witnesses you by his side. he wouldn’t call himself fond of you, but he knows it’d be a lie to say he hates your presence, or that he doesn’t mind the absence of it. what he doesn’t understand is why the feeling in his chest is so intense when you walk in for your routine ride home with a blank expression and a single piece of paper in your hand.

“what is this?” he accepts it as you offer, and he’s half expecting it to be some stupid printed-out meme, or maybe even you showing off an email about a magazine cover that you landed. but instead, it’s formally addressed to him as–

“my letter of resignation.”

to say bakugou is confused is an understatement.

“i enjoyed working by your side. it was an experience i am sure will forever remain unmatched in my career.” your voice is shaking. the blonde tries to focus on the words in ink in front of him but nothing seems to register even as he eyes them over and over. “i’m very thankful for the time i was allowed to spend here, please don’t think otherwise. i’ll be sure to thank mr. deku as well for giving me the opportunity since–”

“why are you leaving?” his words come harsh, his face twisted up in a way he’s never shown to you and he’s not surprised when even then you don’t finch much.

“i need to go back home.” is all you let out, looking everywhere but at him.

he sits on it for a moment, that feeling in his chest starts to swell as he realizes the motives behind your actions today, behind this damn resignation letter.

“don’t you wanna be a big name pro?” he discard the paper on his desk as he pushes himself out of his chair to approach you. “so why are you throwing away your best chance— your only real chance at that for some small-town boyfriend?”

your eyes go wide as they tear from the back of his computer monitor to look into his own. the look of offense on your face is prominent but it’s nothing in comparison to the offense bakugou feels.

“it’s so much more than just my boyfriend.” you scoff, eyebrows knitting together. “what would you know?! you’re just my boss, you have no idea what my relationship is like.”

he’s never seen you mad before, you look… good.

“i know you’re sending money back home to cover his expenses. i know you’re paying for everything you have here all on your own.” he steps towards you with each sentence, making you take a step back in time with his strides. “i know he doesn’t check to see if you make it home safe, i know you’ve slept on the floor because you can’t afford furniture and food.”

you might not have told him much about your boyfriend, but he does know that he doesn’t deserve you... not the way that bakugou does.

“i never told you any of that..” your hand feels for the arm of the couch you’ve been backed into.

“you’re obvious.” he shrugs and it’s now that you start to breathe in short pants, your eyes dart to the door— unlocked but closed. then to his chest— he’s big, much bigger than you, stronger than you. “the last thing i would do is hurt you.” he tilts his head and your breathing clams, if only a little.

“sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking.” you whisper, you bring a hand to your forehead as you fall to sit on the arm of the couch. “today has just been... it’s been too much.”

bakugou nods. he hasn’t seen you cry since the first time he cared to listen to you speak. he doesn’t want to see that again, but he’d be bitter if the chance of it was taken away from him altogether.

“but you’ll stay.”

“i– i can’t stay. i’ll lose toru, i’ll lose the house,” you start gesturing around at nothing, voice sounding hollow. “i can’t stay bakugou.”

“if you go there’ll be nothing waiting for you.” he shrugs, grabbing your hands when they freeze. “i have toru’s information already. i’ll send him one of the many pictures you’d decided to take on my phone, while you were in my car.” the words taste awful off bakugou’s tongue but he doesn’t stop speaking them.

“why would you?” he can’t bring himself to look at your expression anymore.

“i wouldn’t even need to say anything then, i think that’d be enough.” you make a choked sound and he’s sure there are tears in your eyes. “so you’ll stay here.”

“that’s not fair.” your hands fall limp in his hold and he finally looks at you, the tears stream down your face and bakugou doesn’t even know what he’s doing anymore.

“your boyfriend’s in the way of your dream.” he swallows, convincing both you and himself but his sure tone never falters. “you can’t do anything for yourself if you go back to him. you can’t accomplish anything unless you’re here,” you blink away the tears, big eyes staring up at him. “unless you’re with me.”

you take in a shaky breath through trembling lips but nod all the same. you lean forward to rest against bakugou’s hard abdomen, your hands falling from his hold as you move. he has to stop himself from letting out a smug chuckle at the way you instantly come to him for comfort, to think you’d almost slipped through his hands.

“i’m tired of thinking about this.” you hiccup and throw yourself back on the cushions with one arm thrown over your eyes. parts of yourself that bakugou could recognize returning once again, only the way your head rolls to your shoulder and the look in your eyes as you peek up at him is something he’s never seen from you before. “help me?”

what you’d been alluding to is made clear when you reach out a hand for him, one that he doesn’t hesitate to take. he doesn’t even bother to speak any other word before he’s pressing his lips into your own, strong arms maneuvering you on the uncomfortable faux leather so quick it makes a loud noise as your skin rubs against it. he nearly moans at the way your arms wrap around his neck, the way they tangle into and tug at his hair while he slots himself between your legs.

the instant you press your hips up against him, he realizes how wrong he’s been. bakugou does favor you, he favors everything about you. he favors the way you talk shit to him, the way you laugh, the way you roll your eyes, how differently you act in interviews versus in his office, and he favors more than anything how you feel pressed up against him.

he all but tears your shirt off of you, and then your pants, both thrown to a grave somewhere on the rugged floor. his hands are rough as they glide down your body. his pads press in between your collarbones down between your breast, round your ribs, and down to squeeze at your hips.

“hurry up,” you whine, bringing your heel up to push at the waistband of his pants.

“always rushin’ me.” he sucks his teeth, but his voice is soft as he speaks.

he shivers at the sounds you make from his fingers gliding along the seat of your panties, barely damp, likely from your nerves— but bakugou can fix that. kisses are pressed to your neck, something much sweeter than anyone would expect, aside from of course you. you, the sweet little thing who saw past the hard shell everyone else encased him in, though he didn’t do much to prevent it.

his thumb finds its way to your clit, pressing circles on it through the fabric and your head falls back against the cushions, small gasps and whines following his every movement. it’s not until you start to push against him that he finally pulls your underwear to the side.

your sounds easily double in volume when he finally makes contact with your heat directly, a few more wet shapes rubbed into your clit before his fingers trail down to your entrance and you pull him by his hair from your neck, forcing him into a kiss while he presses a single thick digit into you. he rolls his wrist, hoping to stretch you a bit more before adding another, but your desperate hands wind into his shirt and he can’t help but give in.

he adds another and scissors them inside you, prodding to find that spot that had your lips parting, mind and body have given up on being able to kiss him as the pleasure takes over you. you’re dripping down his hand by the time you start babbling nonsense, and it’s all he can do to fuck his fingers into you despite the way you claw at his back, how your legs squeeze around him, and your pussy clamps down on him.

and when his name tumbles out somewhere along your nonsense as you cream down into his palm, for the first time in a long time, bakugou feels warm inside, something beyond the heat between his legs.

he lets you hold him while your breathing settles, even keeps his fingers inside you as you come back down to earth. he wants so bad to fuck you right now, to have you cry his name again and again as you make a mess on his cock this time... but he also wants to never let you move from under him, to keep himself wrapped around you at all times.

“i don’t wanna sleep on the floor anymore,” you whisper, and the blonde wonders how your boyfriend would feel if he knew that forcing you to turn in a resignation would lead to you being putty in his hands.

“come sleep at my place.”

you nod against him and, slowly, he helps to clean and dress you before you let him drag you off the couch.

“you’re always so helpful, baku’.” you rub your eyes as you lean against him, mindlessly following him to the car you’d been mistaken to get months ago.

but bakugou will later reiterate his intention were just truly just to help. just like when it came to officially end your relationship with toru, which would happen tonight after bakugou sends the loser a picture of you fast asleep in the same bed as pro hero dynamight—right where you should be.

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gglitch1dd · 4 months

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts on Pro Hero Deku falling for villain or former one? Please feel free to delete this if this wasn’t what you meant earlier

Love and Villainry.

Hero Midoriya Izuku x villain Reader

Honestly wasn’t sure how to write this one but I hope it does this justice.

Note: Dad for One (AFO is Izuku’s dad), hinted passions.

When the alert went out and Midoriya saw who the villain was, his breath got caught up in his throat. He felt like he could barely breathe.

You were on the loose again.

It was something Midoriya found so overwhelmingly annoying that at most times he’d rather send his side kicks to go and deal with you then to deal with you himself….

however that would mean not interacting with you and that would be a real shame if he didn’t at least give you one of his stern talkings. It was his favourite part of his week.

Midoriya quickly raced to pull on his gloves.

“Deku.”

The sound of the voice of Bakugou Katsuki annoyed him more than anything else. Midoriya would whole heartedly rather pluck every freckle from his body than listen to Bakugou speak for more than a few seconds tolerable.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he turned to look at the blond sidekick next to him. “Yes, kacchan?” He asked.

Bakugou had his arms folded over his chest as he looked at him. “You don’t mind if I take Ochaco out to that one place on Horikoshi Avenue do you? The one that sells the breadsticks she likes?” The question made a heavy bile of anger and disgust build up in MIdoriya’s throat, almost making him feel sick. “I mean, I just figured that since you took her there and you said she liked it, it might be a better experiance with me.” Bakugou leaned against the door of his locker.

Of course Midoriya minded, the only thing about it was that he couldn’t exactly do anything about it. Ochaco was his ex-girlfriend, specifically ex because she cheated on him with said blond hero. If there was one thing that Midoriya hated most in the world it would probably be Bakugou Katsuki and then his own life.

He thought life would be better with the quirk from All Might. He would be strong and no one would bully him ever again. He would be able to achieve his dreams and maybe… just maybe be a bit more desirable to others.

But ever since UA, life has been anything but what he had hopped for. He had a great quirk and sure he was nice. The perfect example for a hero but it all amounted to nothing when the girl he had liked for years ended up cheating on him with someone he thought he was on relatively decent terms with now to consider a friend. It all felt for nothing when most of the friends he had made in high school seemed too busy with hero work or supporting Ochaco and her “expressing her sexuality”. It didn’t matter that no matter how hard he tried he had not reached number one hero status yet because the Bakugou’s just so happen to be one of the biggest sponsors for hero events. Life only got worse when his sweet mother got sick and was now in hospital causing for Midoriya to work four times as hard and twice as man shifts to cover her medical bills.

Midoriya sighed as he closed his locker and pressed the button on his gloves. His hero cape came flying onto is shoulders, latching on and staying there. “Do whatever you want Kacchan.” He spoke as he left out of the room heading out to the closest exit.

Midoriya always knew when and where to find you. He had studied you enouugh to know that by the time he got to the jewellery store that you had just robbed it would have been too late to catch you.

Your quirk was a powerful one, which didn’t make sense to why on earth you were doing petty roberies and thievery. However, if it meant he got to see you more, he couldn’t exactly complain.

Midoriya landed on the roof top of the building with a heavy thud. It was the dead of night and there was something heavy in the air like always.

He looked around the top of the building eyes scanning the area. “You know, I’m starting to think hide and seek is one of your favourite games.” He commented as he was all by himself.

MIdoriya was vigilant and he was smart. WHich was why it didn’t take much for him to flick his wrist towards you, blackwhip used, and you were being pulled towards him out of the shadows and darkness. You were thrusted into his chest, contained by his quirk.

You looked up at him with a sultry look and a smirk on your face. “It seems as though you love to catch me, little hero.” You teased as you allowed him to keep you captive.

“Keeps me busy.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. His dark green eyes were trapped on you almost as if he was hipnotised, as if he couldn’t see anything past you and nothing before you. He had to use every part of his body not to lean down and kiss you.

You chuckled at his self control. “Hero work not keeping you busy, Deku?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “You know with your quirk you can easily-”

“Don’t even try it.” He reminded you. His quirk disipated as you were left free. He simply opened his palm.

You pouted as you looked at him. “Its so unfair that you always think I’m up to no good.” You stated as you moved a step closer to him, an innocently. You put a hand to his chest and another one felt up his arm and his large bicep. “How could I ever compete with such a big and strong man like you?” You asked softly as you looked up to him, your kisses aimed at his neck.

Midoriya let out a stuttered breath as his eyes nearly rolled back as your kisses turned hot as you sucked at his skin. He had to stay focused, but it was so hard when you had your body pressed up against him and your mouth on him.

“Don’t you want to take something else…” You started as you whispered into his ear, one hand moving to direct his hand between your thighs. “Little hero?” You breathed.

Midoriya swallowed down hard, his own morals and responsibilities fighting against his lust and obsession of you. He dragged a hand up your body, moving up and over your sternum. He watched your body shiver as he moved one of his large gloved hands to wrap around your neck. A playful squeeze went to your neck nearly making you bite back a moan as you stared up at him.

“Y/N…” He started speaking. Then right in front of you in his free hand was the diamond necklace and bracelet you had been hiding on your person. Your eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at you almost disappointed. He shook his head with a tsk. “If you want to get into my pants you’ll have to try harder than that, next time.”

He let go of you and turned to put the stolen items in his utility belt. You chuckled as you nodded. “Alright then. Although with your intelligence and skill I really think your wasting your life.”

Midoriya chuckled as he shook his head. “Coming from the villain? Remind me who is keeping you out of jail and putting food in your stomach?” He asked snarkly.

You weren’t bothered by his anger or attitude. “I’m serious, Midoriya. You deserve better.” You informed him. “You know that All for One will welcome you with open arms if you decide to.” At the mention of the infamous villain Midoriya sucked in a breath and looked away from you. “He’s your father."

“He is a man that just so happens to have taken part in my conception and that is all.” Midoriya corrected to you to his own personal view of the matter.

You let out a heavy breath as you walked over closer to him. “How’s your mother?” You asked softly.

He was silent for a moment as he looked out at the city. “Hanging in there.” He whispered.

You were careful but you placed your hand on his back, Placing in front of him you puta rather thick envelope.

MIdoriya hesitated as he started to shake his head. “Y/N-”

“It’s for you and it’s clean. i made sure.” You whispered to him. “Take care of yourself MIdoriya. If you wont let me do it in the way I want to, at least take this.”

Midoriya was speechless as he looked down at you. The green haired hero didn’t say a word as he moved one hand to the side of your face, leaning down to kiss you. You happily accepted as you kissed him back, wholeheartedly.

Midoriya closed his eyes as he moved back, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You smiled. “Anything for you, Izuku.”

-Glitch1d

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firesmokeandashes · 3 months

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Greetings, Tumblr dwellers. I am here today with a bunch of bkdk/mha incorrect/correct quotes. Because I, unfortunately, am lacking inspiration to write anything else at the moment :[

Please enjoy.

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Izuku and Katsuki: *arguing about something*

Katsuki: "Stop yelling at me, nerd!"

Izuku: "IM NOT YELLING AT YOU! IM SIMPLY... PROJECTING MY VOICE TO MAKE A POINT!"

Katsuki: "OTHERWISE KNOWN AS YELLING!!"

Izuku: "BUT NOW, YOU'RE YELLING!!"

Katsuki: "ONLY BECAUSE YOU YELLED AT ME FIRST!"

Izuku: *starts powering up one for all and charges at Katsuki* "AHHHHHHHH!!!"

Katsuki: *powers up his explosions and charges at Izuku* "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Izuku and Katsuki: *catches each others fists and begin making out aggressively instead*

Denki: "...."

Todoroki: *sipping coffee tiredly*

Denki: "So.... why were they fighting again..."

Todoroki: "Deku said he thought Bakugou was the better hero out of the both of them. Which made Bakugou extremely angry because he thinks Deku is the better hero out of both them, and it kind of escalated from there."

Denki: "...."

Izuku and Katsuki: *intense angry making out noises*

Todoroki: *continues sipping coffee out of his '#No.1 Wonder Duo Supporter' mug*

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Katsuki: "...."

Izuku: *standing in a slightly burnt looking pile of paper towles and plates covered in hot chocolate and feathers*

Katsuki: *watches as a featherless and slightly disoriented duck imerges from the pile*

Izuku: "I may have made a mistake..."

Katsuki: "Actually, it seems you've made several mistakes all within the past 5 minutes while I was changing my clothes"

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Katsuki: "Hey, Izuku! What'd ya say about coming with me on a road trip to the mountains for some hiking?"

Izuku: "I would say 'yes', but Im still recovering from the last road trip we went on"

Katsuki: "Izuku, that was ten years ago, and we were in high school!"

Izuku: "And you got kidnapped! And we had to come and rescue you!"

Katsuki: "That was one time, Izuku. ONE. TIME."

Izuku: "Yes, and I would very much not like to repeat the experience!"

Katsuki: "We're full grown-ass adults Izuku!"

Izuku: "I don't care! It was a traumatic experience that could still happen now that we're adults!"

Katsuki: "We're two of the highest ranking pro-heroes in Japan! WE FUCKING BEAT ALL FOR ONE! I highly doubt anyone is going to try kidnap either one of us!"

Izuku: "...."

Katsuki: *incredulous annoyed silence*

Izuku: "I'll go pack my bags..."

Katsuki: *silent contemplating look of disappointment at his boyfriend's ridiculousness*

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Katsuki: "You have to make a decision."

Izuku: "I did. I've decided not to decide."

Katsuki: "We're in the fucking drive-through Izuku! You have to choose something to eat!"

Izuku: "I can't! It's too much pressure!"

Katsuki: "You're the fucking number one hero you live under pressure! And you can't decide what to eat at a drive-through!?"

Izuku: "That's different!"

Katsuki: "How is saving people from birning buildings less stressful than choosing a meal at a fucking fast food joint!?"

Izuku: "Because saving people doesn't involve having to choose between chicken nuggets shapped like dinosaurs or chicken nuggets shapped like space ships!"

Katsuki: "....."

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Katsuki and Izuku: *staring at horribly disfigured homemade clay All Might figure with a hand(??) sticking out of his head and four legs 3 of which look like tree stumps, that they made the night before while partially drunk*

Izuku: "So.... Do you think we can fix it?"

Katsuki: "No. And Im not even going to try"

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Katsuki: *walking around a hero gala, his PR agent dragged him to*

Izuku: *walking slightly behind Kacchan, following him*

Izuku: "Where are you going, Kacchan?"

Katsuki: "Towards the answer of all my problems"

Izuku: But Kacchan, you're walking towards the exit"

Katsuki: "Exactly."

Izuku: "...."

Izuku: "Can I tag along with you, then? Because I really want to go home and finish watching the final episode of Sasaki to Miyano, but my ride won't be leaving for a while."

Katsuki: "Sure. We can pick up some ramen on the way to your place so we can eat it while we watch those two idiots finally get together."

Izuku: "Yay! Thanks, Kacchan! You're the best!"

Katsuki: "I know, I know. Now, let's get going before my PR agent catches me and makes me go talk to more people."

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Welp! That's all I got for now! I hope you guys liked them!

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http-tokki · 2 years

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You're my dream

~ bakugou katsuki x reader ~ tags/cw: fluff, katsuki proposes ~ wc: 400

Okay, so early on in your relationship with Katsuki, you have a marathon of all your favorite movies (mostly Disney, studio ghibli, and the occasional superhero/action movie thrown in). Still, your reaction to Tangled’s boat scene is imprinted on Bakugou’s brain. The way you clutched at his arm and mouthed along to all the words, smiling wide as Eugene and Rapunzel leaned in for the kiss. Everything about you being completely absorbed was beyond adorable, and that’s when the idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

Two and half years into the relationship is when he pops the question. Setting up a boat complete with flowers and lanterns (he even calls in a favor from the local council to recreate the endless amount of lanterns in the sky). He is again staring at you so full of love that he almost just blurts out the question.

“Hey, so remember when I told you about wanting to be the number one hero?” his voice is thick as he swallows the lump that forms in the back of his throat.

You turn your attention from the sky full of lanterns. “Is that why we’re out here? Did you get the spot?” you bounce your knees excitedly.

“Well, no, but… remember how it was my dream?” Katsuki could feel his cheeks blushing.

Your eyes narrow, and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you connect the dots.

“No, you’re not- Bakugou, I,” you shake your head as you finally register what is happening. “you’re not going to do this and make a joke, ‘Suki, that’s mean.”

“Can you shut up and let me talk, please?” the words are soft as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

Your eyes follow his hand, tears start to roll down your cheeks.

“I had a dream which I honestly thought I’d never reach, and I was always second guessing everything each time I was beat out, and you know how upset I get over it, but I don’t care about that anymore,” fingers grip the small box. “I don’t care about it because I have a new dream. You”

You sniffle and grab onto Katsuki’s free hand. “‘Suki…”

He shakes his head, knowing if he deviates from his planned script, he will burst into tears. “My new dream is to be with you and live with you and love you until we’re old and have a million grandkids. I don’t care about anything else, you’re it, and I- fuck, this is so hard,” his voice breaks as tears start to fall. “I love you so much, and I never want to be without you, so please, marry me.”

a/n: Okay, so one thing everyone knows about me is that Tangled is my ALL time favourite movie. like it’s number one, and the boat scene has me crying every single time but I just watched the little mermaid, and that boat scene had me giggling like a five-year-old again so I think I've got a thing for romantic boat rides, idk. this just popped into my head, and it’s v unedited cause my computer is fucked, and I'm lazy I’ll write it properly one day, but for now, please enjoy some Bakugou fluff

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hauntedhokage · 7 months

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Day 1: Pegging

Bakugou Katsuki/F!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: pegging, mentions of edging, use of “cock” referring to the dildo

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He needed to relax.

Fucking you stupid to vent the tension out was unfortunately not the solution this time, as he’d tried that last night and still couldn’t fucking sleep. You had slept like a goddamn baby, but watching you sleep was only truly relaxing if he was well rested and, since he wasn’t, he was just truly fucking irritated for the rest of the night. Was it too much to ask that he feel truly relaxed and sleep for longer than 45 minutes before he has to go watch TV on low volume in a desperate attempt to at least doze with a chess tournament trying to put him to sleep? Apparently so.

Which called for the roles to be reversed: he needed to get fucked stupid and you knew exactly what he meant when he said it during dinner with pink cheeks and a tired scowl. The poor guy needed it badly, thankfully you knew just what to do.

And you greatly appreciate the view of the number one hero laying face down in the middle of the bed and trying his best to relax into the mattress that you walk in on when you leave the bathroom just a couple hours after you’ve eaten. He was making your job easy for you, but you could still make him work for it a little bit.

“That bruise is new.” You can’t help but point out, gently grazing the angry red mark on his side just above his hip. Vaguely shaped like the heel of a boot, which tells you exactly which superfriend had gotten him so good. “Tell Midoriya to ease up in training or I’ll give him a few fresh ones.”

“We can deal with that later. Please just fuck me already.”

“You’re so bossy.” Even still, you’re uncapping the lube and watching with a small smile as he starts to squirm beneath you. “But you wanna do it doggy? Don’t wanna look at me?”

“Prep is easier for you like this. Flip me over after so I don’t fuck up the sheets.”

“You say that as if you haven’t already been prepping,” you comment, gently tugging on the plug nicely hidden between his cheeks and grinning at the pleasured hiss that leaves him. “You really kill the fun sometimes.”

“You like fingering my asshole?”

“I like teasing you when I do. Getting you all worked up is half of why this works so well to get you right.”

“Didn’t want you to have to hold back, just wanted - fuuuck-“ the groan that leaves him as you ease the plug out makes you feel giddy. All of this was in your hands, only you had his trust to see him like this while wearing a comically bright pink strap on. “You do that shit on purpose.”

“Yeah.” And you’re putting some of the lube on his mostly prepped hole, relishing in the quiet hiss that leaves him at the cool sensation before two of your fingers are working to spread the lube around and inside. “I dunno, baby, it’s nice when you’re quiet.”

“Rude.”

“As if that was news to you.”

“Maybe I’ll put out a request for someone nice to fuck me stupid.”

“I’m very nice to you.” You curl your fingers as you say that, pulling a stuttered curse from your blonde lover as your free hand starts to spread lube over the dildo strapped to your hips. “See? Treatin’ you real sweet.”

If he had a coherent train of thought, you’re sure he’d be telling you to fuck off right about now. But instead he’s just watching you over his shoulder, complying when you remove your fingers and use them to gesture for him to turn over. He’s careful to avoid kicking you as he does, and you watch as he adjusts the placement of his hips on the pillow.

Your hand not holding the dildo carefully holds his thigh, trying to massage the muscles to help him relax more as you push forward with the dildo. This was a well practiced dance, he knew exactly how to keep himself to make it easy and you appreciated that he’d learned to let go of his need to control the situation when it came to getting pegged.

“How’s it feeling?” you question softly as you’re finally fully sheathed, your hips pressed to the firm muscles of his ass as you watch him soak in the feeling of being so stuffed full.

“Fucking great, but just please fuck me.”

He was already desperate, meaning that he definitely did more than just prep himself with the plug. He’d definitely edged himself; for how long you wouldn’t know until he told you, since he got desperate after just a few minutes of delay. But ultimately you were going to give him what he needed, since he asked so nicely.

“You look so pretty taking my cock like this,” you praise, getting only a groan in response when you finally start to move. You know he wants fast and rough, and you’d give him that for sure, but you need to be careful with the number one hero and he knows that just as well as you did. You’re glad that he’s got his legs up, your hands on his thighs keeping them where you wanted them and not allowing him to try to hook a leg around you to guide your movements. He was mostly in charge, but not really.

“I can take it, babe, you know I can. Fuck me already.”

“How badly do you want it?” you ask, leaning forward a bit and smiling when he flips you off. “That’s not being very nice, Kats.”

“Baby~” Oh, that was the most pathetic sound you’d ever heard from the blonde. A performance like that needed to be rewarded, and that has you picking up your pace in hopes of hearing more desperate whines from him. “Fuck, that’s it.”

“Just like this?”

“Need your hand.” You’d normally deny a request like that so soon, but this puts you in true control over his orgasm and you’re taking a gentle hold of his cock. The groan that leaves him is music to your ears and you choose to stroke him slowly as you continue to fuck into him roughly. You can’t hear yourself think over how loud he is, and you know he’s not thinking at all as his hands grip the sheets beneath him. The mission had been achieved - you’d managed to fuck him stupid.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he warns, and you nod your understanding and encouragement while continuing to work his body and trying your best to keep the pace of your strokes steady even as your thrusts get harder. “Goddamn, I – shit – please don’t stop.”

“Not until you’re spent,” you assure, watching with a smile as he finally lets himself go. He really was pretty as his hips jerk against yours, face red as his cum releases onto his stomach and chest until finally he relaxes back into the mattress - breathless, spent, and completely content. “Atta boy.”

He only hums, letting you pull out and watching through half lidded eyes as you slide off the bed and move towards the bathroom. When you return, it’s not directly to the bed and he’s not pleased if the grunt that leaves him is any indicator. But his hand catches yours as you try to walk away again, what follows is only more surprising.

“Get up here.” The request has you looking at him with interest, giving his hand a squeeze when he tries to pull. “On my face.”

“How are you not exhausted?”

“My body’s useless, but I can still eat you out. Now get up here, brat.”

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kitthepurplepotato · 9 months

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Shenanigans 15

Chapter 15 / Last Resort

Summary: Katsuki goes through hell. Y/N’s heart breaks into tiny little pieces but does her best to help. Y/N decides she’s done pretending.

Warnings: Harmful thoughts, self-hatred, description of a person struggling with depression, ANGST. (Spoiler: the angst gets resolved by the end of this chapter!)

First Part Master List

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If you guys want background music, listen to this song on loop, the sound of it fits so perfectly in my opinion!

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*a few minutes earlier*

“Bakugou, we had no idea this guy is the same one from my country and I also insisted to come.”

She’s fucking done with me. I fucked up. Again. Why can’t I just fucking say “I was worried” like a normal person? I am a failure.

“Please, tell me what an asshole I am and how much you resent me! Fucking say it, I know you want to!”

Katsuki didn’t mean say that out loud. Why did he say that? Why is he so winded up over this?

Something feels wrong.

Well done, me. I yelled in her face again. All I want is to fucking hug her, why can’t I just reach over and do that? Why do I need to hurt her? Why can’t I be normal?

“Did he get you? Be honest with me.” Y/N asks, her eyes full of worry. Is he quirked? Or is he just mentally unstable as always? He has no idea.

“No he didn’t, calm the fuck down. I’m just freaked out.” He mutters and pushes himself away from the wall.

And now I lied to her face. This is so much more than a fucking freakout. I can’t breathe, Y/N. It hurts so much, everything, all over. Y/N, I think I’m broken. Something is wrong. Really, really wrong.

“You are staying at mine tonight. We don’t know if he’s after you or not.”

Why can’t I be honest? Why can’t I ask for help? Why do I need to be so fucking stubborn all the time? What happened to me that I ended up like this? How is anyone able to be in the same room as me if I treat them like that? I don’t fucking deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone. Their lives would me so much happier without me.

The car ride is silent… but not for Katsuki.

His mind wanders to places he never wanted to go to again.

His time in elementary school. His time in middle school.

Deku. I treated him like shit, I told him to die and I never even thought about the consequences. What a fucking great hero I am, bullying a poor quirkless kid, telling him to die just because I can blow up shit and he can’t.

But this isn’t the worst thing; the worst thing is that I wouldn’t be alive and I wouldn’t be the number two hero if it’s not for him. I don’t deserve to be on the top. I don’t deserve Izuku’s friendship, I never did. I still treat him like shit yet he calls me every week since we graduated and I always tell him to fuck off but he calls anyway.

Why does he even bother? I wanted him to die. I beat him to pulp. I broke him, I stepped on him, I am not a hero, I’m a fucking monster. That’s what I am.

“Shut up.” Katsuki murmurs into the silence.

“I didn’t say anything, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He answers but decides to take a deep breath and force himself to move towards Y/N. “I just…” he suddenly hugs her, his hands holding into the fabric of Y/N’s shirt, strong and desperate and the voices get a bit more quiet; he holds her like a life line and the voices die down completely; there is nothing but the sweet scent of her, the softness of the warm fabric under his palms, it fills the void in the blonde’s heart and he feels whole again. The effect doesn’t last very long as the car arrives in the car park of his flat, forcing the hero out of the embrace.

“Bakugou, if you are affected, you need to tell me.” Y/N looks deep into his eyes while Katsuki plops himself down on the sofa. He hates it.

“What, is it so weird I wanted to hug you after you almost fucking died?”

It is. It’s is fucking weird, because I’m an emotionless, rude fuck and I never show any signs of affection. Of course she’s confused by it. Of course she has no idea about my real feelings if I never show them. She probably thinks I despise her, because all I’ve done since we’ve met was talk shit. And now I’m forcing her to stay at my place, not even asking for her consent. I hugged her without asking as well. All I can do is take, take, take and never give anything back.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words. I’m just worried, okay? You look really pale and your eyes aren’t focusing on anything, you just stare into space and it freaks me out.” Y/N looks like she’s about to cry and Katsuki hates it.

“You can leave if you want. I’m fine.”

Please, don’t leave. I can’t do this without you. I’m a fucking weakling. I’ve always has been.

“Are you even listening to me? There is no fucking way I’m leaving you right now. I know you are lying! It might not be the effect of the quirk but something is bothering you. Something is wrong, I can feel it. I want to be with you, even if you will hate me for it tomorrow.” Y/N cries, hiding her face with her arms.

She’s only here because she thinks I’m quirked. If I die, she won’t have a job. This is what I get for being an asshole. No one could love me the way I am.

“I won’t hate you tomorrow. I will never hate you, whatever you do.”

Katsuki can’t listen to the voices anymore; he snuggles close to Y/N, his head resting on her shoulder. He takes a deep breath and the voices die down again; everything will be fine. Deku and Todoroki are out on the field, looking for Anguish right now with the help of Y/N’s tracking. She was able to pinpoint the gang’s location on their way home and sent the details to them so even if he’s quirked, the guy will be behind bars by tomorrow and he’s sure someone will force the guy to null out the effects of his quirk on the people affected by it. He only needs to stay strong for a few more hours. He can do that. With Y/N by his side at least. As Y/N pulls him closer, her fingers slowly caressing his scalp, the hero sighs and hides his face in the crook of her neck, where he can smell Y/N’s perfume the most; he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Y/N tugs his hair aggressively, but instead of the pain, he concentrates on the feeling; the true emotions behind the movement, the desperate pull towards her body, the way she shivers when Katsuki’s lips touches her neck and leaves one tiny kiss there as a silent thank you. They don’t say a word for a while after that.

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You know.

You know and you have no idea what to do.

Saying it out loud, telling the blonde he is definitely quirked will only freak him out even more. He will try to run away, he will try to deal with this on his own which he definitely can’t do, seeing how he finds solace in physical touch which he usually despises.

While the blonde is busy taking deep breaths and snuggling closer you send a quick message to Kirishima to let him know what happened and to not call Katsuki for now. It’s really hard to concentrate when every single exhale makes you shiver, but this is not the time to think about this.

Y/N: Problems with Dynamight. Call ME with any info ASAP.

The message is rushed and there’s barely any information in it but hopefully, it will be enough to make Kirishima aware of the situation. You didn’t want to alert the blonde with typing out a long ass message.

Your phone rings right away so you put the phone between you two to listen to it together.

“Hey, Kirishima, you are speaker.” You tell him, just in case.

“Hey guys.” Kirishima’s voice is nothing like his usual, energetic one; he sounds tired and stuffy.

“Are you still crying?” Bakugou barks into the phone, sounding like his old self for the first time since the accident.

“No, I’m just a bit overwhelmed.” He laughs, but it sounds fake even to you.

“Why are you lying to me? Why is everyone lying to me right now? Why can’t you fuckers be honest with me? Is it because you think I’ll just make your shitty days even worse? Why…”

“Katsuki! Stop! You are speaking nonsense!” You take the blonde’s jaw into your hands.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” He yells, but his face says something different; his eyes are soft, begging you to say it again.

“Kirishima is probably really fucking done. I almost got killed and Deku is trying to find the cartel with the information I provided, together with Shouto, probably fighting for their lives to save the country right as we speak.” You murmur, caressing his cheeks with your thumb. You try to ignore the butterflies in your belly as the blonde looks up at you with puppy eyes, drinking your words like it’s the priciest nectar.

“The guy who got quirked…” Kirishima jumps in, not even trying to hide his crying voice anymore. You really want to teleport to him for a hug. “He’s here. He’s… not okay. I’ve never seen anything like this, Y/N…” Kirishima full on wails into the microphone, making your heart clench.

“Find his closest family member or a friend. Physical touch and reassuring words work as well. Hopefully, Deku will be able to give us some info about how to actually stop this.” You finish your sentence but Katsuki moves away from you with an offended look on his scrunched up face.

“That’s why you let me touch you? That’s why you let me so close? Because of the fucking quirk?! That’s what I am to you? A fucking nuisance?!” The blonde has another meltdown, yapping and screaming nonsense, making Kirishima cry even more on the other side of the phone.

“I let you touch me because I fucking like it, now stop fucking yelling because I can’t have this conversation with you while Deku is fighting for his fucking life!” You yell back, reducing the blonde to a stuttering, blushing mess. “Sorry for yelling… I’m just stressed.” You snuggle close to the blonde, letting him comfort you; he wasn’t far from the truth to be honest, you do let him get away with everything for the sake of his mental well-being but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t let him do all of this anyway, but you can’t tell him that. Not here. Not now.

“Katsuki…” Kirishima speaks up, sniffling. “I’m sorry for everything. And thank you for being my best friend. You saved me from myself back in high school; the reason I am where I am is because you showed me the right path and you told me that I am good enough. Whatever is bothering you… it’s not real. You are enough for me, for Y/N… fuck, even Deku wouldn’t change a single thing about you. We love you, Katsuki. You are so manly and so kind.”

There are tears pooling in the blonde’s eyes but he shakes them away.

“Jesus, shitty hair, shut the hell up.” Katsuki sniffles and looks the other way. “I love you too, Eijirou. Now go back to work, you lazy fuck.”

Kirishima giggles on the other side of the line and everything goes silent; the only sound is coming from the bedroom, probably Steven knocking on the window to get some food.

“Can I say hi to Steven?” You look up at the blonde. Steven might help.

“If you wanted to take this to the bedroom you should’ve just said so.” He smirks but you only roll your eyes at the banter; on any other day it would reduce you to a stuttering mess, but you are way too stressed right now to even think about his implications.

“I would never use Steven to initiate an intercourse. I would also prefer him not watching.” You giggle as you make your way to the bedroom, pulling the blonde with you.

You play around with Steven for half an hour, actually managing to make Katsuki laugh when you pour some seeds into your palm and Steven eats them from your hands; Katsuki is so proud he even takes pictures of you while you laugh shyly when the camera is pointed at you. At one point, you steal the phone from the blonde and take a selfie; Steven decides to fly to Katsuki’s shoulders and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen; at least until he shits all over Katsuki’s shirt.

While Katsuki takes a rapid shower, you get another phone call from Kirishima; the fight was almost impossible without being able to get close to Anguish, but a guy called Shinsou appeared on the battle scene and together they managed to take Anguish to custody; apparently, Anguish’s quirk can not be used on people with the same kind of power hence why he couldn’t do shit when Shinsou appeared behind him and pushed his ugly face into the ground. His last victim is still in the agency’s emergency room under a 24/7 supervision, surrounded by his friends and family. As Anguish wasn’t under drugs at the time he got quirked, the quirk shouldn’t be able to stick for longer than 24 hours.

“Tell him to come over, we can order pizza.” Katsuki yells from the shower and you don’t need to pass the message as it was loud enough for him to hear anyway. Kirishima agrees happily, saying he can’t stay for too long as technically he’s the only key holder in the office right now but as Katsuki’s place is almost a part of the office itself it won’t cause any trouble if he comes over for a few minutes.

After Katsuki is done with the bathroom, you also take a scorching hot shower to burn all your worries away. You finish in a few minutes so you can snuggle with the blonde in case he needs it.

Katsuki looks a bit sluggish, but much better otherwise; the exhaustion makes a person’s mind run slower so maybe the quirk also gets weaker as the person affected gets more and more tired as the night crawls closer.

This is amazing news, because it means it’s only the morning and the early afternoon you need to get through before you get the grumpy hero back. It will probably leave a scar on his soul as the memories will not fade away with the quirk being gone but with common sense he’ll be able to understand how harming and illogical his thoughts were. Bakugou Katsuki is a strong hero. He will get out of it.

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“Guys!” The crying redhead barges in, limbs flying in the air as he runs towards Katsuki.

I don’t deserve him. — Shut up.

“Calm down, you idiot, save your energy. You have a long night ahead.” Without a single thought behind his actions Katsuki hugs the shaking redhead; he can feel Eijirou tense in his sudden embrace, but he doesn’t care right now; he feels the urge to show weakness, to show these people his real feelings because…

Maybe, there isn’t a tomorrow anymore. There isn’t a next time. There is no future. I’m too weak, how am I supposed to stay like this for another 20 hours? No way. I can’t do this.

As the night came, the voices got less powerful; Katsuki hears them but his brain is too hazy and tired to fully understand them but he can feel that this isn’t the end; they will be back in full force, it’s only a matter of time.

Eijirou hugs him with all his power after getting out of his stupor, he snuggles close and weeps on his shoulder; on any other day, Katsuki would be disgusted by all the body liquids soaking through his shirt, but right now, it feels nice. It’s finally quiet again.

Katsuki knows he can’t stay like this for long without making it even more suspicious as it already is so he moves away reluctantly, shoving Eijirou’s body towards the sofa to sit down.

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The smell of the pizza is strong; he’s not really hungry but takes a piece anyway; he stares at his friends devouring the food like they haven’t eaten for a week while he wonders why he doesn’t feel the same way. He knows he’s hungry and tired but his mind just doesn’t care; Katsuki feels like a wounded animal close to death; he feels the urge to run away, to hide, to slowly starve to death in a random dark corner of an alley where finally the pain stops and there’s nothing but darkness and peace.

He looks at Y/N, at the way she smiles at Kirishima’s 100th apology, telling him it’s okay, and he realizes he likes that smile; maybe it’s the veggie pizza that makes her so happy so he takes a slice of Y/N’s box and tries it; it’s easier to eat, it’s lighter and more saucy. Y/N swaps the two boxes over and takes a slice of his spicy one without saying a word about it; Katsuki eats a few more slices as a silent thank you.

Y/N puts the leftovers into a box and puts them in the fridge for later and Katsuki wonders if he will be able to eat them or was this his last slice; if it was, was it good enough to be his last meal? Probably not. But at least it was Y/N’s choice, so there’ll be a part of her with Katsuki forever.

Kirishima says goodbye, hugs the both of them before leaving; Katsuki grabs his shoulders, not wanting to let go of his best friend, of his companion of more than ten years; he wants to see him smile again, he wants to see him hyper and preppy as he comes into work at 7AM with the sweetest, most disgusting coffee in his hands.

He’ll be fine without me. I’m just making his work more complicated anyway. He deserves a better best friend.

When the door closes, Y/N takes his hand wordlessly; maybe staring at the door for almost a whole minute without saying anything made his thoughts too obvious. Katsuki doesn’t say anything he just lets himself be pulled into the bathroom to brush his teeth then to the bed; Y/N snuggles into his naked chest like it’s an everyday thing for them and Katsuki doesn’t argue. Not today.

The thoughts go away and he can breath again; as Y/N draws random shapes on his chest, leaving goosebumps on his skin with every stroke, Katsuki wonders how bad would it be to kiss her good night. He wonders so long her hands stop moving as she falls into a deep slumber after an eventful day, so Katsuki decides it doesn’t really matter anymore; he rolls to his side and leaves a tiny hint of a kiss on Y/N’s parted lips as he snuggles closer, chasing the warmth of her body in the middle of the cold night.

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When you wake up the next day, you find the other side of the bed empty and cold. Every single part of you trembles as a terrible feeling runs through you; there is no sound coming from the living room or the kitchen, there is no one on the balcony, only Steven running back and forth on the balustrade. As you jump out of the bed your eyes focus on a piece of paper on the nightstand; you are on the phone with Kirishima before you even get to the note.

“Take care of Kirishima and Steven. I’m sorry for everything. Everything will be okay. K.”

“He left a fucking goodbye note, Ei.” You burst into tears as your knees hit the floor, probably leaving a nasty bruise on both of them. “His phone is here. We can’t even call him…”

“Y/N, calm down, put some clothes on and come to the agency. I’ll ask the guys to check the CCTV to see if he went out or he’s still in the building. We will find him.” Kirishima sniffles, his voice deep and tired after sleeping on his office sofa. You end the call and do as you were told; in only 3 minutes you are in the CCTV room, looking at Katsuki’s disheveled figure moving around the hallway before taking a sudden turn towards the roof.

“Fuck!” Kirishima screams, moving towards the exit without hesitation. “You go up, I go down!”

“Why me..?” You ask with a confused frown on your face, but you move towards the emergency stairs anyway.

“Because he’s in love with you and this is the perfect time for you to tell him you feel the same.” Eijirou smiles and runs out of the main door.

Well, that’s definitely not what you expected, but even if he’s wrong, the shock might null the quirk, and a heartbreak is nothing compared to losing a person.

“You can fucking do this, Y/N. You can fucking do this.” You open the fire door leading to the massive roof as you activate an advanced smelling quirk to look for the caramel-scented blonde.

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“Why don’t you take a swan dive of the roof yourself, Kacchan?”

Katsuki is not inside his body, he’s somewhere else completely; there is a river underneath but the whole scene doesn’t make any sense; why is there a tall building right in front of a river? Bakugou knows this river, it’s a river near his childhood home and he’s quite sure no one has built a massive building in the middle of that forest.

“What are you waiting for, Kacchan?” Baby Deku mumbles with a broken smile on his tiny, chubby face. “You hurt me, you hurt Y/N, you hurt Kirishima; you hurt everyone one you love. You an incapable of anything but destruction, no one will mind if you end it, you know. I might be quirkless and useless for the society but I’m still so much better than you.”

“SHUT UP!”

“Katsuki!!”

The world tilts again and Deku disappears, his place taken by his mother who’s looking at him with pure disgust.

“I can’t believe I could only have one son and it had to be you. What an utter disappointment.”

“Mom… please…” Katsuki pleads, but he just gets shoved away.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Bakugou.” His mother’s face contorts then disappears and there’s Kirishima in front of him, looking at him the way you look at the vomit on the sidewalk on your way to work. “I wasted so much time to try to understand you, I gave you so many chances to redeem yourself but you just fucked up over and over again. I can’t do this anymore. I despise you.”

“Katsuki, please, snap out of it, I can’t get into your head to stop this, you need to come back to me! Please, come back to me!” Someone mumbles in the background but he can’t hear it too well.

“Kacchan, why do you still breathe?”

“I can’t believe I had to put up with you for years. You ended my career, you killed the symbol of peace. I’d still be able to fight if it’s not for you… it’s all your fault.” All Might steps right on Katsuki’s back as Katsuki tries his best not to throw up. He can barely breathe anymore.

“This is not real. I know it’s not. Stop it!” The blonde yells, but All Might changes into someone else; and this is the last straw for Katsuki. He can’t do this… he can’t…

“You fucking wish, you waste of space.” Y/N pushes him down the floor with one swift move. “What are you even fighting for? No one will ever love you, at least, I certainly won’t. I wouldn't even touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Katsuki can’t help the tears pooling in his eyes after hearing those words; he looks up from the floor, he tries his best to see the difference between this version of Y/N and the real one but there isn’t any. “What are you crying about? Are you in love with me or something?”

“Y/N… please, don’t leave me I can’t… I can’t do this anymore… not you… I can’t loose you.” He mumbles but Y/N just looks at him with pure disgust.

“Katsuki, you absolute son of a bitch!”

A sudden slap makes the blonde fall; right off the building, right towards the hard concrete, but something is off; something soft touches Katsuki’s lips and the time freezes; the background distorts then changes into something else; into a small room full of cleaning supplies. Katsuki has the urge to look around but there is something in the way; or rather someone, right in front of him, kissing him fiercely while their tears fall to Katsuki’s cheeks as her lips keep moving against him. It only takes him one deep breath to know who is the person in front of him, and there is only one way this is happening…

“Did I die?” Katsuki moves away from the kiss to look into Y/N’s eyes for one last time.

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“Did I die?”

“You fucker, I thought you were a goner!” You jump into Katsuki’s arms when he speaks up for the first time; when you found him in the shed on the top of the roof he was white as a sheet, mumbling to himself, not aware of anything, he was just staring into the space like he’s possessed and it was scariest shit you’ve ever seen in your life. After the words didn’t get him out of his stupor you tried everything; you poked him, hugged him, kissed him on his forehead while mumbling but nothing helped… the last straw was when he mumbled your name, begging you not to leave him; that’s when you slapped the poor guy in the face as hard as you could and then kissed him senseless. “You are alive. And the quirk should be gone I think. What do you think?” You mumble awkwardly, straddling the blonde’s thighs shamelessly. You literally kissed him without his consent, this is nothing compared to that.

“I think my thoughts are back to normal. I’m just really dizzy. And also a little bit confused.” He confesses. “You know, I was being told off by everyone I love, then suddenly, someone slapped me in the face and while my memories are quite hazy I’m quite sure someone also kissed me. What a weird dream that was.” The blonde grins with a tear-stained face and pulls you closer.

“The kiss part… was that a good dream or a bad dream?” You ask shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Hmm… well, I’m quite sure you had a morning breath, but otherwise, it was a nice dream.” The blonde grins again, even though you can’t see it. You can’t help but yelp at being called out for it; not like you had fucking time to brush your teeth before sprinting out of the building.

“You are such a shithead, Katsuki!” You poke the blonde between his ribs but you do not move away.

“Yeah, I am.” He sighs, snaking his arms around you as you melt into his touch; he’s back and you’ll never let him wonder away from you ever again.

…. Next Chapter (The End)

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, that was intense. I’m not going to lie this chapter fucked me up a tiny bit as I kinda used my own memories from a few years ago to write this, so I hope it’s readable. I went to a dark place for it 😂 Funnily enough the pizza bit is the part that gets me for a weird reason, it’s probably because that’s when Katsuki gave up fighting against the whole quirk and realized how much he fucking want to live at the same time. It scares the shit out of me to be honest.

- Btw what do you guys think about a Kirishima spin-off where Kiri falls in love with the barista who makes his beloved coffee every day?! WHAT ABOUT THAT?!

- Not much left from season 1 😭 It breaks my heart but I’m really excited to see these two as a “couple”! I have a feeling they have zero idea what the fuck they’re doing and it’s gonna be hilarious.

- I hope you guys are okay! Don’t forget, you are never alone and there is always something to look forward to even if you can’t see it yet ! 🩷

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moongirlcleo · 7 months

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Memento Mori

summary: IN HONOR OF THE LOML(SPOILERS SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MHA403) CW: mdni bc sex. hurt/comfort all over the place AN: babyyyyy you're back

It was all over the news about the downfall of the newest pro hero in japan. Reports flooded the tv screen and it was all you could do to keep from screaming again.

“Pro Hero Dynamight was recovered from today’s fight…”

“… His condition is still currently unknown. Rumor has it that—”

With an anguished cry, you shut the tv off. Not this. Not again.

A memory of back when you were at UA together sweeps your mind. He’d died. Died to save the people he cared about most.

The look on your face when he’d returned was priceless. It was if heaven itself gave him back, knowing you’d needed an angel. It was the day you’d confessed to him. Teary-eyed and covered in grime, you sobbed and kissed his blood-stained face, the ghost of a smile flashing on his face.

“’M right here, princess,” he murmured. “It’s gonna be okay.” You remembered it so vividly, you could almost hear Katsuki’s words aloud…

“Katsuki!”

In the doorway of your shared home, Katsuki stood braced against the doorway. His hero costume torn to bits, blood and grime and god knows what else caked to him. But there he was. Alive.

Running toward him, you pull him into a tight embrace, causing the blonde hero to grunt in pain.

“I thought I lost you again,” you murmur.

“Hah? It’s gonna take more than a fuckin’ low-life villain to end me, princess,” he sighs. “Can you ease up? My ribs are sore.”

You pull back and instantly look him over.

“Katsuki, why didn’t you see Recovery Girl or her team? You need to get healed.”

He rolled his eyes at you, trying not to grin. “Because, there’s a pain in the ass woman who I knew would be hysterical thanks to the fuckin’ news so I needed her to know I was okay. Besides, she can patch me up.”

With a tut, you turn him around to further evaluate him. “Katsuki Bakugou, your team is filled with the finest healers in Japan. Please, for me, go get healed. Now that I know you’re okay… I’ll make you your f-favorite dinner…” Tears fall from your face once more, causing Katsuki to softly take your face in his hands.

“Princess, stop with the water works. Seriously, I’m fine. I probably got a few cracked ribs and surface cuts. It’s nothin’ to be cryin over.”

“It’s not th-that,” you blubber. “I thought you died again. I really didn’t t-think I’d ever see you again.”

“Princess,” Katsuki sighs, pulling you into his arms in a gentle embrace. “I already told you, ‘m not gonna die again. Besides, it’s not like I stayed dead, right?”

“That’s not the point,” you sniffle, looking up at him. His carmine eyes softened as he smiles down at you.

He leans down and kisses you gently. “Tell you what, princess. If it’ll really make you that happy, I’ll go let the old woman heal me. Ya know ‘m gonna have to handle the press when they see me, right? I won’t be home til later.”

“Do that… the world needs to know their number one hero is okay. I’ll make you the mapo tofu you like.”

Katsuki chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Like I give a fuck about the world. Mine is right here. Make sure it’s hot yeah?”

It’s all you can do to not playfully swat him as he hobbles back out the door. His agency isn’t terribly far away, thankfully.

The hot water from the shower streams down your shoulders, letting the stress from earlier today wash away. It’s late now- Katsuki still wasn’t home.

As frustrating as it is, you knew it was all a part of dating a pro. Especially one so popular as Dynamight. Of course the media would want to interview him and be sure he was okay after this mornings’ incident.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice Katsuki stealthily slip into the bathroom until you feel his body next to yours under the water.

“Miss me?” He whispers, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Sure did,” you whisper back. “You seem good as new.”

Katsuki’s hands and eyes make their way around your familiar curves, a grin flashing on his face.

“Sorry ‘m late. Everyone and their fuckin’ mother wanted to talk to me about today.” He leans forward, placing a kiss on your neck. “And now I can show you how alive I really am.”

Katsuki walks forward, caging you in his arms until your back is pressed against the shower wall. He slots his thigh between plush legs, nudging them apart.

“Let me?” He asks, vermillion eyes looking for any sign of hesitation. When he sees you nod, he groans.

“Thank fuck. I need you baby.” Katsuki kneels in front of you, pushing your legs open with giant hands. “You’re already soaked…”

His tongue laps at your folds, tasting the sweetness of your arousal. You lean back and moan, a hand finding purchase in his golden strands, matted and wet.

“Mmmh, Katsuki… I don’t wanna come this way.” Your breathing was already getting labored, a sign of your pending release.

With a chuckle, Katsuki ignores your request. “Nah, you’re coming every way I want you to tonight, princess.” He brings his thumb up to your clit, circling it before pushing into your center as he resumes devouring you.

The tension within you boils, threatening to overflow.

“K-Katsuki, please..”

“Alright, baby. Fine. I’ll give you what ya want this time.” He stands, pushing you up against the wall a bit harder. “Don’t ever say daddy doesn’t give you what you want.”

Katsuki picks you up with ease as if you weighed nothing. He carries you out of the shower, water still running and lays you on the floor.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, easing his length into your center. With a moan, you manage a few words.

“Y-you.”

Katsuki gives you no time to adjust to his length, and thrusts into you insatiably. Strong arms cage around your side, giving you something to hold on to.

“Fuck..”

His movements are strong, erratic even.

“I’ll… mmh .. never leave you alone, got that?” He grunts, words punctuated by every thrust of his hips.

Your back arches, giving into the feelings only your husband could. “Oh… please…”

“Please what?” He demands, moving faster.

“N-need more of you.”

He chuckles breathlessly, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body. “I’ll give you every fuckin’ piece of me I can, babe.”

Katsuki continues his rough pace, reaching a hand between you both to rub your swollen clit, moaning as you whimper for him.

“That’s it princess, good fuckin’ girl. Cum for me.”

And you do. His voice always manages to do it for you, and you moan his name as you succumb to the pleasure.

Katsuki hisses in delight as he watches your expressions.

“Fuck, yn… just like that. God y’r fuckin sexy when you cum.” He thrusts faster, until his own release consumes him, filling you with white, hot ropes of cum. With a groan, he slumps on you and curls into your neck, kissing you softly.

“’M sorry that was shit,” he mumbles. “Just needed to have you.”

With a breathless giggle, you reply. “It wasn’t shit, Katsuki. You almost died today. I’m surprised you even wanted sex at all.”

He pulls his head up to look into your eyes. “You jokin’, right? You lookin’ all concerned and shit for me turned me on so bad, I’d have fucked you in that doorway if I wasn’t covered in blood and shit.”

You laugh at his answer. “Oh please, Kats.” Playfully swatting his side, you nudge him off of you and press a kiss to his lips.

“What?” He whispers into your lips. “You’re sexy when you’re worried about me. It’s turning me on again just thinkin’ about it.”

“Well, Dynamight, why don’t we make our way to the bedroom?”

“As if you have to fuckin’ tell me twice.”

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seonne · 2 months

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Bakugou joining Indian!reader for a festival.

Disclaimer: Reader is South Indian. Reader is afab and goes by she/her pronouns. If you have any requests, I'm open to them and let me know what you thought of this! This is my first time writing so please be gentle with me T-T

You moved to Japan alone after high school to continue your studies. You met Bakugou at your part-time job and he acknowledged your strength and quirk and offered for you to work as his sidekick part-time. Your relationship grew from there and now you two are married. Obviously there was a lot of controversy from back home about your marriage but in the end it was all settled and you two are now happily married and live in his condo in Musutafu. He's currently Number 2 hero and you guys are around 25 years old.

One day after patrol, Bakugou comes back home quite tired. It wasn't a hard day per se, but he was still quite exhausted from patrolling and doing paperwork all day. He opens the door and walks in and calls out to you, "I'm home, love". As he removes his shoes by the door, he hears your footsteps rushing up to him and he smiles softly.

"Welcome home, Katsuki!" You smile and rush up to him to hug him. He hugs you back and the smell of spices fill his nostrils as you hug him.

"Come in! I have a special something cooking in the kitchen!" You beckon him in and lead him to the kitchen. As soon as you guys enter the kitchen, the smell of spices and chicken snacks him in the face.

"I called my mom and asked for her recipe for Biriyani today! My mom's Chicken Biriyani! I can't wait for you to try it" You smile excitedly at him.

He laughs at your antics and ruffles your hair, happy at your excitedness. You make all his worries and tiredness wash away so quickly with your smile.

"Can't wait to try it babe, but I'm pretty sure it won't be up to par to my cooking" he says smugly to which you retaliate with a smack on his arm. He laughs as he pulls you into a hug and kisses your head. "I'm sure it will taste amazing"

You smile and hum as you smush your face into his chest. You push him away and demand he take a bath as you finish up the meal. He rolls his eyes and ruffles your hair again and walks to bathroom, laughing when he hears you whine about your hair.

After his bath he joins you at the table, where you have the food all ready to eat. He notices a spoon and fork next to his plate and a lack of utensils next to yours. He looks at you with a questioning look.

"What? You expect me to eat biriyani with a spoon? Nuhuh I'm not disrespecting my ancestors like that"

He rolls his eyes and sits down.

"Well then why do you have a spoon and a fork out for me? Shouldn't I eat with my hand as well?" He looks at you quizzically.

It's your turn to roll your eyes.

"I won't force you to eat with your hand when you're not used to it even if the food is traditionally supposed to be eaten by hand. Just eat however you want."

You both smile at each other and you look at him expectantly as he takes the first bite of the biriyani.

His face is stoic for the first few seconds and then his face lights up at the taste he's feeling. He looks at you with wide eyes and then back at his plate. Your face brightens as you know what the magic of Biriyani can be and smile smugly to yourself.

"That...is the best bite of food I've ever tasted"

You laugh as you watch him eat hungrily, only stopping to gulp down water in between. You start eating too, and moan at the taste melting on your tongue as you feel suddenly so at home.

You both laugh and talk all the while you guys eat, him occasionally spewing praises at the flavours of the dish. After you're done eating, he helps you clean up and as you guys finish up, your phone rings. It's your mum. You pick up the phone.

"Ah Amma? Ahh njangal kazhichu. Ahh avanu ishtappettu! Ah amme, amma paranja pole thanneya undakkiye. Aa sheri sheri njaan vekka tto. Sheri sheri."

Bakugou looks at you perplexed but patiently as he watches your conversation. "Soo?"

You smile. "It was my mom. She was asking how the food was and if you liked it or not. She also asked me to send a picture of it." You laugh.

Bakugou smiles softly and nods. After the cleaning up, you both sit with each other on the couch and talk about your day.

"Oh! Katsuki, before I forget I need to tell you something"

He looks at you and waits for you to keep talking.

"My parents have asked me to return home to celebrate Vishu with them this year."

His face drops slightly but he nods. It's understandable. Your family wants you home for the festival. And you always talked very excitedly about the festivals back home, so he would never stop you from going.

"...And they've specifically asked me to bring you with me, if you're free."

His eyes shot up to yours as he stared at you.

"...Really? They want me there?"

You smiled at him. "Of course they want you there, you're their son-in-law! Why wouldn't they want you there?"

His heart swells with emotion as he thinks of spending your festival with you. At your home. With your family.

"Soo would you be available to come with me?-"

"Yes!" He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at his enthusiasm. "I mean..sure... I could adjust my schedule to make some time.."

You beam at him and pounce on him to capture him in a tight hug.

"Thank you Katsuki! You're the best! I'll make sure you have a great time!"

He hugs you back and smiles softly. He sighs dramatically.

"You and your family are gonna get me killed one day, woman."

You laugh and blow a kiss at him.

"I need to go call my mum and tell her to buy you a set of shirt and dhoti!"

And that is all! This is probably going to come in parts, so lemme know if you guys are interested in this becoming a series! And once again, I'm open to requests, so request away!

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yalocalfanficaddict · 4 months

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TW; heres a prompt. Bokugo is having SH problems, and kiri catches him in the act. Then kiri ends up comforting bokugo and trying to help him get SH clean.

A little bit of angst for ya. ✨

Are you the same as the last Annon? I only ask because you spell Bakugou's name the same as the last Annon, haha! I don't have any ill-intent when I say that, only curious! Thank you for the angsty prompt, I hope I do it justice!! HOWEVER, THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE THAT I DO NOT WISH TO ROMANTICIZE!!! THIS WILL HAVE SH, HINTS OF ED ALONG WITH DISSOCIATION AND BLOOD!! PLEASE SKIP PAST IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING!!

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Katsuki knows he shouldn't do it. He actually hates it. He hates how the idea plagues his mind, disrupting his thoughts. He hates how his fingers twitch in consideration and temptation, succumbing to his mind and not following his body's request. He hates the feeling of satisfaction when he knows no regular person should. He hates the anxiety that chokes him when he changes in and out of his gym clothes. He hates it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

But he can't stop, no matter how hard he tries. He always finds himself locked in his private half-bathroom at least once a week, falling back onto his worst coping mechanism.

This time, Katsuki paces around his room, doing everything he can to break the cycle. Katsuki digs his fingers through his hair, a frustrated noise tickling the back of his throat. "God damn it. Why is this so hard? I'm going to be the next number-one hero for fucks sake!"

Slamming the side of his fist against his desk, Katsuki grits his teeth. Knowing he would cave by the end of today, he burns holes through his glare at the drawer. I won't open it, he tells himself.

The ache in his chest claws at him, yearning for it.

I won't open it.

The thoughts in his mind hound him, desperate for it.

I won't open it.

The shivers breathing against his neck and shoulders anticipate it.

I won't open it.

Shaking his head, his face skews. Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and backs away with a sharp sigh. He's better than this, and he knows it. There's no need for him to harm himself. He's perfectly capable of doing other things, but the idle scratching and picking at his left arm begs to differ.

Knowing there's no way for him to stop, Katsuki caves. Jerking the desk drawer open, he grabs what he needs before slamming it shut. Katsuki huffs as he perches on the edge of his bed, twisting his pocket knife open. I might as well do it where it's not visible instead of picking my fucking arm raw.

The cool steel glints in the evening light, casting a silver glow onto his complexion. He sighs, hiking up his shorts and peeling his boxer briefs back. Red lines trace along his flesh, jumping out at him from the stark comparison of his skin tone. Most have healed and are a soft pink, but the rest that scatter throughout his thighs are either faded white scars or dark red scabs.

Gnawing on the dead skin along his lips and the inside of his cheek, Katsuki alines the blade. Ten marks per leg. That's the limit he set himself if he ever wants to stop this. He hopes to limit himself to nine by next week, but that might not be possible.

An awfully too familiar sensation sneaks upon him. It's almost like his mind detaches from his body. The focus in his eyes slips into a haze-like stare, like sheer curtains drawing over them. His fingers and wrists work in mechanic order, never faulting or hesitating. The blade works along his thighs and hips like a bow drawing on the delicate strings of a cello.

How deep can he go before drawing too much blood? Katsuki has drawn blood several times after he worked up the courage to go further than only leaving red marks behind. How deep can he go before it's too late? Katsuki knows there's a crucial artery buried deep beneath his skin, but he's never reached it. How deep can he go before someone finds out? Katsuki has all but laughed a handful of times when not even Deku could figure out his strange new behavior.

Warm red leaks onto his free thumb, and Katsuki reaches for the tissue on his nightstand. Swiping at the ruby beads with one hand, Katsuki wipes the rest off of his thumb. He grabs more tissues and begins dabbing at the other leg. Thankfully, the cuts aren't as deep as he thought, so Katsuki keeps the Kleenex pressed against his wounds for almost five minutes.

Tossing the balls of bloody Kleenex in the trash bin, Katsuki comes back to his senses and off this strange high, realizing just how many marks he left on his body.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his clothes stinging the open flesh. "Holy shit. You fucking idiot," he hisses. Closed knife in his fist, Katsuki grips it until his whole hand begins to shake, pain shooting from his palm to his shoulder. Glancing down at his hand and the item inside, Katsuki raises his arm and chucks it across the room with a frustrated grunt. "God damn it all!"

The pocket knife strikes the wooden door with a sharp thwack! It clatters to the floor, leaving the room for Katsuki's agitated and labored breathing.

Slippers pad along the hardwood floor, and Katsuki instantly knows who it is on the other side.

"Damn," he whispers, realizing his mistake.

"Baku-bro...you good, man?"

He creeps over to the door and swoops down to retrieve the knife. Returning the knife to its original spot, Katsuki sighs before speaking up again. "Fine. A hundred percent good. Now go fuck off and go to bed."

Once he's positive that Kirishima has tucked himself back into his room, Katsuki curls up on his bed. Without much of a fight, he allows an all-too-familiar sense of shame to wash over him. Why should he be going to the extent of harming himself when he has it all? He has a proper family consisting of two parents, and his grades have never been better, not to mention that he's growing leaps and bounds with his quirk's potential. He even has Kirishima, someone he considers to be his closest friend.

Two faint knocks take him by surprise. That damn Kirishima just can't seem to leave him be. Katsuki gives one firm knock in return to assure that everything's okay. After that, it doesn't take long for sleep to claim him.

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A shudder rips through his body as he steps into the showers. The warm water slips into the cracks and crevasses of broken skin, causing Katsuki to hiss at the sensation. "Fuck," he whispers. He clenches his teeth before any more sounds of pain can slip past.

Does he deserve the pain? The lines between yes and no are smudged like the dried blood along his body. He deserves it because of the foul, selfish desire growing enough to hurt himself over nothing. But he's tired, craving nothing more than to be held. Katsuki can't recall when such sweet and warm contact seeped through his skin and fizzled through his veins.

Tears nearly muddle with the water as unknown forces clench around his throat, making it a struggle to breathe. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Katsuki presses his back against the tile walls before his weak knees buckle, sliding to the pooling floor. His shuddering gasps echo through the showers, and no tear falls. He refuses. It doesn't matter how much the feeling suffocates him. Katsuki would blast his own arms off before shedding a tear.

And so he sits there, gritting his teeth, muttering profanities at himself, digging his nails into his sides.

He sets his plate down in front of Kirishima and almost gags at the food on his plate. Katsuki knows he must eat something, or his training and progress will be all for nothing. A fried egg and a single slice of toast fill half the plate.

"Hey man, how'd you sleep? It was nearly midnight when I knocked," Kirishima chuckles. A strange smile pulls at the corners of his lips. "I heard a clatter and thought it was weird to hear something from you so late—"

"I knocked over a book on my nightstand in my sleep,"

Kirishima hums before taking a bite out of his own breakfast. "Alright, bro," he says around a mouthful of sausage.

The two boys pick away at their breakfasts in silence. Peace finally settles over Katsuki like a familiar blanket he lost long ago. After battling with himself to the point of self-destruction, Kirishima silences it all. Kirishima mutes the thoughts that plague his psyche in hell-inducing, nightmarish ways. Kirishima shuts down the programming in his mind that encourages dangerous actions.

"Thank you," his voice cracks from how low he whispers.

"Huh? What for, dude?" Kirishima clears his plate with Katsuki hot on his heels.

Katsuki stays silent for a moment, contemplating his words. Why did he even say 'thank you' anyway? It doesn't matter. He needs an excuse to bring meaning to the rather hollow words. "You're the only shitty person in this world I would bother to call close."

"Aw, thank you, man! You're my best friend, too!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you weirdo," Katsuki grumbles, but this time a hint of playfulness sneaks into his tone.

Katsuki and Kirishima work their way back to the dorms, chattering away about their plans for the weekend. Well, it's more Kirishima nattering away while Katsuki listens in silence.

"—and Kaminari and Sero are planning another sleepover. Do you think I should go?"

He shrugs. "I'm not your damn mother,"

"Oh, right," Kirishima chortles. "I'm thinking of maybe going, but Ashido's going through another break-up with Uraraka, so I might have to hang with her again—you know how they get."

He nods.

"Well...whaddya think?" Kirishima asks as Katsuki clicks the button for the elevator. It doesn't take long for it to chime open, swallowing them in as Kirishima presses the button that leads to their floor. "Should I or should I not go?"

"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care."

"Oh, right," Kirishima grins. "And uhm, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

The elevator's jaws open up and spit them out, leaving the boys to make their way back to their rooms. A movie would be...perfect, but Katsuki still hasn't taken out his trash. Removing any and all evidence from last night should be one of the first things he should do.

"No, I need to finish some more homework and tidy my room."

Kirishima raises a brow. They stop at Katsuki's room, and he watches him unlock the door. "You? Needing to tidy up your room? Who are you, and what have you done to Bakugou?"

He shakes his head with a low snicker. "At least my room is always cleaner than yours."

"Hey!"

"It's true,"

The silence only confirms what they both know.

Katsuki steps into his darkened room as Kirishima calls out, "I'll see you later, then. Right?"

"Sure," he grunts out.

Not bothering to switch on a light or open the curtains, Katsuki eyes the brimful trash bin under his desk. Despite eating his fill and spending time with his favorite person, his energy is somehow more limited. So he merely stands there, staring at it before drifting into space. What feels like TV static and muted chatter rustles in his ears, and for a moment, his world detaches.

Katsuki lets his head finally fall to gawk at his hands. They tremble as sweat begins to moisten his upturned palms. The same feeling of being strangled slips around Katsuki like an invisible rope hitching around his throat.

Sleep, he blinks back his trembling waterline as he wipes his hands on his pants. I need sleep. Maybe that's all it takes to feel better. God, I'm such a fool if I'm wrong. Scratch that. Delusional might be a better word...

He rips off his turtleneck and flops onto his bed. Curling up, he doesn't bother to throw on his messy covers.

This pain Katsuki's in is brain-numbing, chest hallowing pain. It's swallowing him up.

And he doesn't know how to escape it.

Katsuki wakes up to the sound of rapid knocking. Peeling his eyes open, he can't even register the slurred conversation he just had until a weight settles on the side of his bed.

"Hey man, y'good? It's nearly supper time, and you haven't come out since this morning," Kirishima's voice is warm and inviting. After a stammer pause, it quickly shifts to trembling, fearful. "Uhm, mind telling me what those red lines are on your hips there, bro?"

He's fully awake as he jolts to an awkward sitting position. Reaching for what blankets he can, he covers himself from the waist down. He must have cut himself a little too far up last night. "The fuck you staring down there for?"

Hands pull up in defense with a lowering head. "Sorry, I'm sorry, dude. It's just a bit concerning when you've been acting the way you've been for who knows how long."

"What the hell?" Katsuki feigns ignorance with a scoff. "You think I would want to hurt myself? Kirishima, let's be real here. Why would I do that?"

Kirishima bolts up and waves his arms in Katsuki's direction. An irritated noise rumbles the back of his throat. "You don't think that I wouldn't notice, Bakugou? I've seen how much you've cut back on your food and how you'd stare off into God knows where! I've seen how much more silent you've become, only flipping people off when they frustrate you. I've been waiting to see if this is just one big phase, but the idea of what you might be doing terrifies me. Bakugou, please tell me anything's wrong...don't suffer alone."

Words on the tip of his tongue swallow back into his gut. He's fine. He has a plan. A plan to limit himself week by week until he doesn't cut himself anymore. At least, that's what he tells himself. The notion of carving into his skin once more raises an excited feeling in his simmering veins while nausea churns, fuelling the civil war some might consider his mind.

"I'm fine, Shitty Hair. I was training a while ago and scrapped myself—there's nothing to worry about."

Kirishima sighs, squaring his jaw. "Fine, but please come down to eat something tonight. Everyone else is done, and the food's almost cold."

Katsuki nods, "Yeah, yeah. Sure."

He leaves the room, and Katsuki immediately swings himself out of bed. Fingers curling around his army knife, he creeps into the bathroom with a strange buzz of giddiness. Kirishima almost discovered the slashes on his legs and hips, so what if he ventures out further to see if he can get away with more. Just a little more, nothing too serious.

With the weather growing colder, everybody has been wearing long sleeves and jackets. If Katsuki treats the self-inflicted wounds just right and cuts just shallow enough, they'll be healed with close to no scarring by spring.

Locking the knife into place, Katsuki lifts his forearm up and bends it to face him. The seamless and unblemished skin stares back at him, practically challenging him to do it. Can he actually commit to it? He twists his wrist up and down, then left to right, observing how each artery, vein, and tendon sink in and jut out against the wall of flesh. An itch only a blade could satisfy burrows through the base of his wrist that connects to his palm. He refuses the urge and slides the knife lower to where the middle of his forearm is. Gently applying pressure to the blade, Katsuki slides it down. Memorized by the trail of red—blood oozing much more compared to the other places on his body—Katsuki glides the knife to another spot on his arm. Does he dare to go further? The last incision only takes a quarter of his forearm, so he goes again, dragging the blade halfway before stopping.

"Bakugou..? I—oh, shit. I fucking knew it. Holy fuck," a voice warbles and rasps.

His head snaps up, and his arms fall. With wide eyes, Katsuki stares into Kirishima's reflection, petrified to turn around and find him standing behind him.

Tears well up in their eyes, but only Kirishima's fall. He stretches his arm out, palm up. "Bakugou," he nearly whispers. When Katsuki doesn't move, Kirishima takes a half step and straightens his fingers more. "Please, Bakugou. Hand me the pocket knife."

Warm beads of blood trail down to his knuckles before splattering onto the cool tile in dramatic dollops.

Another step forward forces Katuski back, and the right side of his hip digs into the counter. "Go away, Kirishima. I just—I'm fine, honestly," his voice is meek, not even a shadow of his regular boisterous self. "I'll be down to eat in a bit, just...don't tell anybody, please."

"No. You lied—"

"Because I had to!"

Silence freezes over them until the scratching sound of Kirishima's slippers charges at him. Before Katsuki can react, Kirishima has both hands in a fist, pulling them above his head. "Drop the damn knife, Bakugou. I'm going to see you hurt yourself anymore."

Katsuki tries to fight back, but it's a struggle with how the small of his back presses flush against the counter, borderline arching towards the sink faucet. His arm burns, blood trickling down his elbow and seeping into Kirishima's black long-sleeve muscle shirt. Kirishima must have finished a workout before waking Katsuki because the scent of salty sweat tickles his nose. "Just let me go, God damn it! Then you don't have to watch, idiot," he spits, some flying and landing on Kirishima's cheek.

"But you're my friend, I can't...I can't just sit back and let you do this to yourself!" Kirishima grunts as he struggles with Katsuki. "Would you do the same for me? Just gawk, frozen in place as my own fucking blood stains me? Bakugou, you're going to kill yourself if you keep this up, and I refuse to let you go through with it!"

He falters at the words, unable to process how Kirishima spins them, pushing him against a wall with his wrists pinning on each side of his head.

"You might be in your own personal bubble, but we care about you—I fucking care for you! You're my best friend, my partner. You're my favorite person in the whole damn world, Bakugou..." Kirishima's weeping now, but the sound drowns in his ears as TV static crackles in the back of his mind.

Katsuki turns away to stare at the doorway. It stands a few inches away from them, laughing at their—his—struggle. Don't look at me like that, he wants to say to Kirishima. I'm not doing anything wrong... I'm just not in the right headspace right now.

But he stays silent, cheeks and ears hot with embarrassment. Everything blurs, so he stares up at the tile ceiling, to not let a single tear shed nor look at his distressed friend. 'Sorry' is all he can mouth, but Kirishima either doesn't notice or cares.

"Please, Bakugou...just drop the knife, alright? I'm not mad, but scared," he whispers the last word as if taboo. When Katsuki brings his gaze back to Kirishima, he finds his head hung and grip weakening. They both tremble and shake as tears swirl with blood on the floor. In some strange way, Katsuki finds it funny how it's almost a literal, physical statement of blood versus water. Which will stand tall and persevere? Only time and the fates know, and it's up to them to find out.

"I'm so damn scared that I'll lose you. Listen, I won't do the whole stupid 'Quit For Me' speech because that's probably the last thing you want to hear, but please stop for your own sake—"

"If you think this is all for stupid attention, it's not. I fucking swear on it, Kirishima."

Tears fall harder as both of them start sniffling. Kirishima shakes his head again, sealing his eyes tight, his face scrunches in hurt. "I would never. But please think of your parents if something worse happens to you. Think of Midoriya. Think of your goals, Bakugou. Who else will be number one? I have no clue because, at Midoriya's rate, he might not make it past thirty with how much he's been trashing his body through his quirk. There's no way in hell that Todoroki will be number one after all the beef he's had with his dad—he wouldn't allow it. So I'm begging, Bakugou—I'll get on my knees if I must—but please, please, please drop the knife. We can work through this together. You aren't alone...don't suffer alone."

Silence steals them away, leaving them with just their heaving breaths and solemn thoughts. He gasps when hot wetness trails down his cheeks. His first reaction is to swipe it away, but his injured arm screams at him when Kirishima stiffens his grip.

"Shit," he mutters. As the uncontrollable flow of tears slips down his face like waterfalls, a strange sense of vulnerability squeezes at his chest. Like he's been stripped naked for all the world to see, Katsuki wants to curl up under his bed and hide until Kirishima forgets this event. Katsuki sighs and looks everywhere but his direction. "Kiri, in my bedroom...I wanted you to know. But I didn't want to tell you. I was so close, too. What I've been doing to myself is much more complex than you think. I don't even know why I fucking do it. Shit, Kirishima, I sit here and try to limit myself each week. But...but..."

The dam breaks, and Katsuki's knees buckle again. A clatter is audible from the fallen knife, but nobody pays attention to it. Kirishima eases him to the floor before Katsuki wraps his arms around him like he's dangling from the highest point of a skyscraper. "Fucking hell, Kirishima. You," he's interrupted by a hiccup in his choking sob. "You're right. I swear I w-was getting better. I had a plan. I had precautions. It just went all to sh-shit today. God, I'm so tired of it all. Please make it stop—I want this to st-stop. I'm sorry, so so sorry. Okay? Give m-me a chance, and I'll change. Fuck everything so hurts damn badly..." Katsuki sniffs before another shattering gasp wracks through his body. "I'm so embarrassed that you see me like this now. Don't treat me like I'm some stupid fucking toy needing to be fixed now. Don't treat me like a doll in need of stitches. I don't need the pity."

More inconsistent and nonsensical rambles slip past his lips, but Kirishima doesn't pull away. Kirishima only cradles him closer, not bothering to acknowledge the blood staining his shirt. Carding fingers through Katsuki's choppy hair, Kirishima rocks him softly. Almost as if engaging in a slow dance of comfort and stability, leaving Katsuki no chance but to comply with his sobbing babbles. "Don't be sorry. It'll be okay, Bakugou, I can feel it. You have me to lean on and wipe your tears. You have me to guide you away from those dark paths and thoughts. You have me for everything and anything. I promise I won't leave you."

His cold hands link with Kirishima's warm ones when they pull away. Kirishima helps him to his feet before stooping down to rummage in the cabinet under the sink. "Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

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About two weeks later, Katsuki slowly but steadily returns to a new normal version of himself. Sure, the first two days were messy, consisting of yelling and negative remarks from Katsuki; however, Kirishima gladly picked up his pieces and glued him together. For that, Katsuki has been forever thankful. Whenever he can, he leaves behind small gestures of kindness, whether it's cooking a meal, helping Kirishima tidy up, or slipping him the answers to their quizzes instead of lecturing about studying after getting their grades back.

But there's still this hollow, achy feeling nestling in the base of his chest. Katsuki doesn't know when it'll go away, but hopefully, it will be soon.

They curl up on Kirishima's bed, watching something on his laptop. Subtitles follow the screen's events as they watch an animated movie about wizards and moving castles. With almost his complete attention dedicated to the screen, he doesn't even understand what his body is doing to him until Kirishima points it out.

"Please don't pick at your bandage," Eijirou prompts, running his hand in a soothing motion along Katsuki's left arm and gently squeezing his shoulder.

Katsuki quickly threads his fingers together to stop the mindless action. He grunts in acknowledgment, resting deeper onto Kirishima's chest. Eventually, Kirishima found out about how touch-starved Katsuki is. So they've entered a silent agreement that whenever alone, Kirishima is allowed to hold him unless told otherwise, and the same applies to Katsuki.

"I'm so glad you're doing better now, Kats," Kirishima grins, shifting the computer with his free hand. "Do you...feel better? I can get you some ice cubes if you'd like."

Katsuki hums to himself before answering. "No, m'good."

If it gets worse, then I might hold some to distract myself, Katsuki sighs. But I have all that I need right here.

When the movie ends, the credits start to slide across the screen, and Kirishima closes the laptop and slides it off his lap. "I uh...got you something to celebrate."

Katsuki sits up, criss-crossing his legs, and faces Kirishima. His brows knit together as his nose scrunches ever so slightly. "Whatcha mean by that? It's nobody's birthday, and no holidays are coming up."

Kirishima turns to grab something in his bag from beside the bed. "Well, because what we're dealing with is a total beast, I thought after each milestone, I'd get you something to congratulate!"

'What we're dealing with.' That thought echoes against every corner of Katsuki's brain, warming him to his core. That's right, I'm not alone.

With the back of his unbandaged arm, he uses the back of his wrist to swipe away at the tears that well up along his waterline. That's another thing Kirishima has been trying to teach him. He can cry, and it's okay to do so. Nobody will make fun of him. Nobody will look down on him.

Kirishima holds up a book and a paper bag with the label of their favorite bakery's logo, a proud beam plastering his face. "Ta-da! Oh, jeez, was it the wrong one? Is that why you're crying? I think I still have the receipt somewhere..."

"No! No, it's fine, Kiri," Katsuki's lips turn up into the faintest of smiles. "You're just too kind to me, and I really don't deserve it. I just don't know where I'd be if you didn't come to check up on me that day."

They've checked in on each other several times before, but there's no need to elaborate on which day he's talking about.

Kirishima sets the items aside and pulls Katsuki into another warm hug. "Shhh, it's okay, Kats."

The pair stay like that for a moment. Katsuki doesn't know where he starts, and Kirishima begins, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Katsuki actually enjoys it. He enjoys how the idea of silk-smooth possibilities settles his thoughts. He enjoys how his fingers twitch in consideration and the temptation to hold Kirishima at any moment. He enjoys the feeling of satisfaction when he knows he is, in fact, getting better with each baby step. He enjoys the pride that swells in his chest on how he did and will survive. He enjoys it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies towards the characters!! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter even with it being more on the darker side of things. I was planning to have more of the comfort aspect come in, but then it would've been too long, so I had to cut it off short, sorry! Below this is the link for if you wish to read this on AO3!! Also, if you would like to have this fic gifted to you, please @ yourself the next time you request! Thank you~!

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lovinkiri · 2 years

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Just A Speech

Katsuki Bakugou x GN!PR Manager!Reader

Description: You love Katsuki to death, but being his PR Manager was one of the hardest things you'd ever do. Especially at award ceremonies.

Author's Thoughts: Was thinking of being Bakugou's poor PR Manager and I was like "but imagine marrying him too"

You sighed, crossing your arms as your husband did the same. Reaching up, you pinched the bridge of your nose. And for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was your shoe tapping against the ground.

Katsuki Bakugou. You loved that man with everything in your being, but God he made your job harder sometimes.

All you wanted him to do was say a few words when accepting his reward. That's it.

You knew your husband hated speeches and as his partner, you could support that. But as his manager? You couldn't just let it go.

So there you two stood, outside of the ceremony room. Trying to sort this out before they called his name.

"Katsuki, it's just a few words. You don't even have to give a speech. Just a couple of sentences." You pleaded with him, looking up at him.

He scoffed and looked back at the door, only a few words leaving him. "I don't wanna."

It was said so childishly that one half of you wanted to laugh and kiss his pout, while the other wanted to throw something.

You sighed in frustration. "Please, Katsuki, I don't want much from you. You know we have to tread carefully. Especially since you yelled at that kid last week."

He looked back at you quickly, getting upset at the memory of how quickly he was judged for the misunderstanding. "That kid fuckin stayed in a collapsing building to get an autograph from me. Of course I yelled at him."

You walked over, quickly cupping his face in your hands. "I know that babe, but they don't. Maybe this is your opportunity to clear things up?" You suggested.

Katsuki immediately relaxed at your touch, leaning into your hands and grumbling under his breathe. "... Can we just go home?"

"As your manager, I can't let you do that. I'm sorry, Kats." You pecked his lips.

"Woah, sneaking away to get frisky? Where was, this Katsuki in college?"

You both turned to Mina, what was leaning out of the door with a grin. Bakugou rolled his eyes, leaning up and instead taking one of your hands in his.

"What is it, Raccoon Eyes?"

"I think your turn is coming up. Good luck, Y/n." She giggled before going back inside.

"Why the hell did she say good luck to you?" Bakugou asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him quietly.

"You. You're why." You thought to yourself.

You guys made your way back inside the room, Bakugou pulling out your chair for you to sit down. You thanked him quietly for as he pushed it in, getting a small grunt in return that you knew was just a quiet "You're Welcome".

As soon as Bakugou went to take a seat, they called out his name to claim his reward. Everyone around you clapped, the heroes he attended high school with cheering with you.

Sighing, he trudged up the stage and simply took his away with a grunt that you knew meant "Thank You".

Of course, no one else knew that so it looked pretty bad to the rest of the guests.

The two of you made eye contact before he slowly approached the podium with the microphone. You grinned, happy that he had decided to do this for you.

"I honestly hate giving speeches. But my partner really wants me to, so... Thanks for the reward I guess."

There was a pause and you laughed nervously under your breath. But then he continued.

"There's something I think everyone should ask themselves at some point: 'What does it mean to be a hero?'. Growing up, it meant being number one and being the best. But as a pro, it means wanting to protect and save everyone."

Katsuki looked around the room, forgetting why he was doing this for a second. Then his eyes fell on you.

"That's right," He remembered.

"Being a hero is some difficult shit. Not just because you get hurt or because of what you risk every day on the field. It's because you know you can't save everyone. And so when kids run into collapsing buildings, it scares the fuck out of us. We have to push that fear aside and pretend we can save everyone, but at the same time we still have to remember that one mistake could be fatal."

Murmurs began to spread throughout the room. The heroes were smiling, but the look on there faces was bittersweet. Happiness that Bakugou was talking about it, but solemn because the feeling he described was all too familiar.

"Even I get scared. So if you're gonna cancel me or some shit for that, then fine. I don't regret a damn thing. I don't want to be the harsh hero who yells at kids for putting themselves in danger, no one does. But someone has to."

With that, he walked off of the stage and returned to you. Everyone began to clap and you could see the look of understanding and respect they held for him.

But Bakugou ignored it, simply taking his seat next to you and throwing his arm behind the back of your chair.

"I'm so proud of you, Katsuki. I love you, you know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too."

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #fluff #bakugo katsuki

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honeyglz · 1 year

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Confession

A/N - Final part lets goo !!! I really do appreciate all/any support you guys have left on these works, if you are interested in my works, I will be adding a master list of my works to my blog soon. !!This takes place in an AU where Deku never got his quirk from all might!! As always I hope you enjoy :D

Proof read- No tf Reader - Fem (no spec for anatomy), She/Her, You/Your/Yours :)

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters aside from my depiction of 'Y/N'/the reader

Pairing - Bakugou x reader

P1 - "Tell me a secret" P2 - Take it to the grave Category - Angst with a happy end!

Content Warning - General violence, near death, in depth fight description (kinda), heavy(ish) gore, Deku having issues (Borderline yandere), Y/N cant catch a break man, blood both mentioned and heavy detailing, body horror and dis-figuration. (You'll find out how when reading). Please let me know if I missed any <3

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-Y/N's POV- You felt so lost, your eyes fogged up in a drunk like state. The scent of your own blood staining the walls around you. It felt like forever that you'd been here. Had it been forever? The voice had told you no one was coming, you knew better to believe them but a part of you agreed. What if no one was coming? What if you died here? Day's blurred for you, you wouldn't know the day if someone asked, that in itself scared you. You didn't want to die here. A needle pierced your skin for what felt like the 100th time today. The same voice whispering praise as they sewed the wound they had injected the stuff into. You had no idea what it was but every time they used it you felt more and more pain. Less control of your body. Less sane thoughts to cling too. The small nothings in your ear continued as you felt your body flinch at the closeness. "You did so well dove, keep this up and I may just let you live by the end of this!" The voice exclaimed stroking the bloodied area with their cool leather glove. "Maybe even keep you around, how does that sound Dove? Just you and me- Forever" Their hand lifted your chin, neck raw against the rusted chains pushing into it. The voice hummed waiting for response. "I'd rather die" The voice went silent for a moment before what seemed signature laugh rang through the room. "Atta girl. Can't have you loosing your spark before we see Kacchan hm?"

The glove let go of her face, allowing the sting on her neck to subside. "Well as much as I'll miss you I have other things to attend to" they sighed placing down the syringe. "Oh, and get some rest dove, we have a big day ahead of us." Their voice held a sinister note as the sound of the metal door slamming shut, a shiver running though your spine. You had a bad feeling about this.... -Bakugou's POV- Bakugou stared down at the number. He had been trying to track it for hours. His hero gear weighed heavy against his body. Gauntlets shining in the evening sunlight. He thought back to the call. Remembering every detail. The time, the weather, the way his fucking breath sounded through the speaker. Bakugou's hands clutched as he imagined what sicko that had done to you. He wondered if you were even still breathing. Heat flared up, running from his hands to his chest, every inch of his skin felt hot, he was going to kill that bastard. His shoes hit the smooth tile of his agency's floor. People scrambling around him, some with files, others eyes concentrating on their screens as they continued to try track the call. Everyone knew that Bakugou's patience was running thin, it would only be so long before he lost his cool and took things into drastic measures. Abruptly everyone stopped, the sound Bakugou's phone began to buzz. The same number appearing on Bakugou's phone. Ring

...

Ring

...

Ring- He picked up.

"Took you long enough" The voice he knew once all to well, taunted. Midoriya took a long sigh before speaking again. "Y'know I see why you like her Kacchan, she's very- how do I put this?" Bakugou grit his teeth as he team worked around him trying to track the call. Midoriya smiled against the phone. "Oh yes that's it. Very.. Explosive." The ground shook underneath them as Bakugou steadied himself, still clutching the phone to his ear, hearing Midoriya's laugh. The building began to tilt, people rushing out quickly. One of his employees called out to him showing him the screen above, still just presenting the location. They had found them. "I'm coming to get you Deku. And when I do God wont be able to save you." He growled into his phone slamming the device down as he rushed to help people out of the now crumbling building.

-Midoriya's POV-

Midoriya sat in the dark as he lay back in the abandoned warehouse he called home. "Oh I'm counting on it. Time to end this, old friend." Midoriya's stood, looking over to his workers. "Get her ready. Its time we allow these love birds a little get together."

-Y/N POV-

You were being moved. The feeling of light touching your skin felt harsh and unusual after so long, though it faded quickly as cold began to settle in. Your body felt strange, you were chained in every possible way, you had been hurt in every way your body could handle but you were walking. A strength coursed through your veins. A foreign one. You felt your chains tug as someone placed you down. The wind blew, brushing against your face for what felt like the first time in forever. It was silent for awhile as you heard people leave the area. Suddenly the voice spoke.

"Y'know dove.. I don't think Ill be able to hang around after this is done like I promised."

You turned your head to the voice, still trying to get a good sense of where you were. None the less the voice continued. "I'm just thinking, since I wont be around there's no need to hide who I am right?" You stayed silent confused for a moment at the sudden change in them. They had never appeared so.... human to you.

You felt the fabric around your head loosen, your sight restored as you blinked at the strange sensation. Once you regained your sight your eyes drifted up to see a man, forest green locks thrown against his pale face, freckles decorating his checks as he smiled at you. He stood up from his place as he stretched feet skimming the edge of the building they sat on. "He's coming to get you. Should be here any moment." He looked back down at you, a small sad smile etching onto his face. "I really am sorry I won't be around to see you after this." He reached down grabbing your hand as he lay a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Surprisingly you were calm, you didn't flinch or move away. You just watched.

"By the way, my real name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya."

He turned away from you and a sudden explosion made you fall back onto the roof, heart pounding as you struggled against your restraints. Instinct kicking in.

"Well, looks like its show time dove. I really will miss you" And with that. He disappeared. Leaving you alone in the cold once again. Something new coursing through your veins. A command. A whisper perhaps.

Evolve

-Bakugou's POV- Bakugou smashed through the building, scanning the area only to see an empty warehouse. Well empty-ish. There were a few rooms, one had what looked like a bed in it, the other had all sorts of devices and a chair. Along with what looked to be a burner phone. He grabbed the phone mindlessly before trailing further, determined to find you. The stench of blood filled his senses as he walked into he third room. It looked like some sort of horror house. Something out of a movie. Blood stained the walls, tools lay across a counter and in the middle of a room was a metal bench, chains and straps laid across it. He felt his breath stop as he picked up what looked to be a torn piece of your hero costume. His heart kicked up a notch as he heard footsteps. Paired with a familiar voice.

"Well well well, looks like you found me huh Kacchan?"

Bakugou's head turned to find the alleged ghost of his sins. There Midoriya stood, scars adorning his skin, eyes harsh, far from the ones he knew as a kid. In that moment everything in his life weighed nothing, his regrets, his achievements, his title as a hero. It all meant nothing if he lost now. Midoriya smiled as he walked forward, gloved hands running through his green hair. "Where is she Deku." Bakugou spat though grit teeth as he eye'd down the green haired man before him. Midoriya only scowled eye's twitching with a deranged look creeping into them. "So, you only came for her huh?" The question went unanswered as the blonde snarled at the small talk. "I'm not here for small talk, where the fuck is she" Bakugou seethed as Midoriya only sighed taking off his gloves.

"I was hoping for some sort of apology, maybe even an once of guilt. But I guess not, huh?" Midoriya dropped his gloves as light began to emit from his skin, flashes of what looked like lightning striking the space between them, his eyes glowing darkly as he stared right into the blondes scarlet eyes, electric eyes meeting blood red.

"Im going to enjoy this."

In a flash Midoriya was behind Bakugou, fingers woven in a fist as he went to strike. Dust clouded the room as Bakugou narrowly dodged, blasting behind him, ash overwhelming the air as his blast struck Midoriya into a wall. The concrete cracked under the pressure, leaving the green haired man winded. Smoke cleared revealing Midoriya with his head low, blood dripping from his lips as he smiled widely, grin psychotic as he laughed. "Better than I thought. My turn" Like clockwork, Midoriya pushed off the wall, fist slamming into the blondes torso. Bakugou wen't flying through the buildings wall, blood trickling from his head as the sicking crack of his own bones filled his head. Midoriya felt the corners of his mouth twitch up again as he watched the blonde struggle to stand for a moment. Bakugou stumbled to his feet as Midoriya charged once again only for the floor under him to crumble. He fell and Bakugou jumped down, wiping the blood from his face as he spat out the bitter red liquid. They went back and forth exchanging hit after hit until Bakugou sent a powerful blast Midoriya's way. Sending him tumbling into the ground. The blonde grabbed onto the smaller man's neck, hands heating up as the smell of burning flesh began to rise. "I told you God wouldn't be able to save you" he hissed, squeezing Midoriya's neck tighter. Bakugou lifted Midoriya's body from the rubble. Midoriya muttered something the blonde didn't quite catch. not that he cared.

Not until he was flung into the air. He dropped Midoriya, head slowly turning to reveal a creature. It didn't look like a Nomu, not a normal one at least. It had a more human look, ridged horns across its back, up its legs. It's limbs look scratched, cuts and wounds all along its body. The creature jumped above him using a broken concrete pillar to knock the hero into the floor, creating a dent in the ground. He groaned head pounding as he watched it stand to its full height, revealing a haunting pair of E/C eye's staring dully at his broken figure. -Y/N's POV- Devolve

You had blacked out after Izuku had left you alone. Where were you? Your vision came back and your body felt twisted, your entire being screaming at you for even thinking of moving. There was smoke, everywhere. You couldn't run, you couldn't move. Your eyes frantically scanned around you. You still had chains on. You looked down at your legs. Torn open and stitched back you only now saw what they had made you.

Bearly human. You forced your eyes off your mangled body as you spotted a familiar face. Izuku walked towards Bakugou, watching as the man tried to crawl away. Izuku laughed as he kicked the man in the jaw, sending him flying once again. The blonde looked over to you before Izuku grabbed onto his neck. Squeezing harshly causing your skin to crawl. You watched as the green haired man continued to hold him.

You felt panic crawl up your neck as you tried to move. The same voice you heard before blacking out speaking. Stop.

You dont. Obey.

"Fuck you" You spat as you started to regain feeling, pain drilling into your bones as you did so.

Stop trying.

Now your finger was moving. Stop now.

Again you refused. You body was crying in pain at this point as you took a step forward. Obey.

Another. Stop moving.

And another. The voice got smaller and smaller until you couldn't hear it anymore. Step after step until you were running to them. It ached. Everything ached. But you didn't stop. Your legs took you further and further, hands still clutching the concrete pillar as you ran. Your arms swung back all your remaining strength focusing on one thing.

Knocking this psycho motherfucker out of orbit.

Your arms burnt as you took the final step, hands crushing against the harsh stone as you sent every prayer to heaven that you hit him.

Midoriya didn't even have a chance to process what was happening as for the split second he turned his head to meet your gaze, icy and determined. His eyes widened in awe before everything went black.

'Of course you were the only one who broke the trance. Who else could do something as amazing as that? No one but you, Dove'

You watched as Midoriya was knocked too far for your eyes to follow. Dropping the pillar as you gave way to the crushing weight of strain that surrounded your body. Your hands, legs, everything shook as you let go of the breath you had been holding. Eyes snapping to Bakugou, who had now managed to stumble to his feet, leaning and limping you pushed yourself to rush to him as you tackled him.

You both fell back as he welcomed your embrace, face buried in your hair as he felt tears soak through his chest piece, his own tears racing down his face. He soothed you, heart breaking at your tired sobs. He held you tight, not minding the sting from his own wounds as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Your arms were locked around him, face pushed into his side as you sobbed, thankful that the nightmare was over.

Some time had passed and other hero's made it to the scene. You were both taken back to the hospital.

-At the hospital. 3 days later. Y/N's POV-

You awoke to the bright sunlight peaking through the dull curtains. You looked around to see your friends and family surrounding you. You smiled as tears ran down your face, thankful you weren't dreaming. You were free. You looked around, disappointed to see that Bakugou was no where to be seen. Mina noticed your smile drop as she signalled for everyone to give you abit of space. You stared at your bed realising that he had left. You let your thoughts get the better of you before a sudden grunt caught your attention. There Bakugou was, in a suit, cuts and bruises still fresh. He had bandages wrapped around his head, his messy blonde hair framing his face as sunlight hit the bouquet he held. He had a small blush on his face as he walked up to your bed handing you the flowers wordlessly. He looked nervous as he looked back to the door, their old classmates ushering him on as he spoke. "Listen I don't know if you meant what you said that day- But I fucking did... So-" He paused swallowing the last of his fears as he spoke "So, will you go out with me? I'll take you somewhere real nice promise. Hell I'll even wear whatever you want, shitty matching outfits and all-" He was cut off when your lips met his, hands around his neck tangling into his hair as you pushed your self up from the hospital bed covers. He was taken back before he leaned down ignoring the cheers from everyone outside the door. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away, breathless as you held your flowers, enjoying the furious blush that the hero wore once you pulled away. "So was that a yes or-?" he said jokingly as you smacked his arm playfully smiling as you admired him. "Yes Katsuki, I'll go out with you." You said planting another kiss against his check, watching as everyone poured back into the room congratulating you both.

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A/N - AHH ITS DONE!! Real talk I really do like how this panned out, though I do apologise if the fight scene was abit of a let down. If you have time or wish too feel free to comment your thoughts on the lil series this became. Be sure to follow if you like my content and stay safe <3 Tag List - @somsomishy THIS IS SO LATE BUT I FORGOT TO TAG YOU SO SORRY @hsxhype

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Empathetic Chapter 22

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: I’m starting a tag list! PLEASE send me an ask so I can make sure to add you!

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In a blaze of crankiness and fury, you made quick work of wittingly snapping back to his text with:

I thought we weren’t talking.

You tossed your phone to the side, too angry to look at it, and went to do some stretches. You felt an immediate need to de-stress in the best way you knew how. However, it only took a couple of minutes for your phone to vibrate again. You knew it was a reply from him, but you didn’t want to look at it.

How dare he assume, after avoiding you for days, that he could suddenly act like everything was normal? No way you were going to work out with him as you would typically do. There was no point anyway, it’s not like you had a sports festival you needed to prepare for. If you wanted, you could spend this whole next week in bed, and it wouldn’t affect you at all.

Grumbling, you finally decided to look at your phone. Curiosity was much stronger than a good stretch.

I don’t know why you would think that.

He doesn’t know why?!? He doesn’t know what I would think that?!?

Oh, your blood was boiling. If you were a pot? People could cook pasta in you. If you were a pool? People could sit in you like a jacuzzi. If you were a volcano? You would definitely erupt.

You immediately typed a reply.

Maybe from the way you avoided me for two days straight?

This time, you didn’t toss your phone. You turned off the screen and sat it on your bedside table. You weren’t sure he would reply, but you had a feeling he would. You settled yourself on the ground and worked on the breathing techniques you were taught in yoga classes.

However, when another text came in, you jumped at it.

I don’t have time for this.

It was so tempting, so utterly tempting, to march out of our room and to Bakugou’s. You want to knock on his door and then give him a swift punch the second he answered.

Instead, you merely replied:

Neither do I, just train on your own.

You put your phone back down, officially done with the conversation. You decided to take some more time meditating seeing as that really helped you clear your mind.

Then I’ll go on a nice long run, you thought, planning out how you would peacefully spend your day with no Bakugou.

However, your plans came to a sudden change when you heard a loud thud from the room across from yours. The stomping of feet echoed as a door opened and closed forcefully. Suddenly, there was a knocking at your own door.

“Let me in,” You heard Bakugou grumble from outside. Despite all the noise and stomping, his voice wasn’t harsh. He was clearly annoyed, but you had reason to believe this wouldn’t be a screaming match.

Albeit reluctantly, you got up from the floor and unlocked your door. You didn’t both to open it because you knew Bakugou would hear the click and you instead turned and moved to sit on your bed. Bakugou opened the door before you were even in your bed. He closed the door, much softer than his own, and looked at you.

Once you were sat, you looked at him expectantly, waving a hand as if you were giving him the floor to air his grievances.

“I don’t want to train alone,” He mumbled, refusing to end the debate but unwilling to apologize.

“Then find someone else to work out with,” You scoffed, grabbing your phone, and turning your attention to it as if the problem was solved.

Bakugou groaned loudly, drawing your eyes back to him for a moment. His hair was a mess, even more than usual and his shoulders sagged. His eyes were downturned as he looked from you to his feet repeatedly. His lips were pushed together into a fine line.

“I don’t want to find someone else to work out with,” He reasoned, moving away from the door and closer to the center of the room.

You harrumphed in response, unsatisfied with his vague replies. You looked at him and put your phone down. “Well, unfortunately, you can’t go around avoiding me for days and then expect me to come crawling back the second you want a gym buddy.”

“That’s not what I…” Bakugou trailed off from his sentence, looking away from you.

You stared at him, meeting his eyes once he finally looked back. You weren’t going to demand Bakugou to tell you what he was about to say, but you hoped he would.

“I just—” He once again stopped.

You bit your lip, unsure how to proceed. You could tell he was struggling with something and if your intuition was anything to go off of, he wanted you to be there. Even if he couldn’t explain himself, he missed you and your company.

However, you weren’t just going to roll over and cede when you spent the last couple of days in hell. If he can’t communicate, then that’s his problem and not yours.

“So, let me get this straight,” You began, breaking the palpable silence, “You want to go to the gym with me,” You gestured to yourself, “Even though you’ve been ignoring me.”

Bakugou nodded.

“But wait,” You stopped him, putting out a finger signifying he should wait. “Why should I go with you if you can’t even apologize?”

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, and his lips formed a fine line. You could tell he wanted to yell but was trying to stop himself.

“Well—”

You stopped him this time. “I’m just trying to understand your actions and motives, dude,” You interrupted, filling your voice with malice.

“Just listen then, okay?” Bakugou spat back.

You motioned for him to speak but didn’t back down from his loud and firm voice.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He finally said. However, his rant wasn’t over yet. “I shouldn’t have ignored you. It was stupid of me, and I probably hated it more than you did. Especially, when that purple-haired frea— you know what? Whatever, that part doesn’t matter.” He sighed loudly, “What does matter is that I’m sorry. Listen, I just needed some time to think.” He paused and bit his lip, debating his words.

“Think about what?” You prompted, hoping he would finally be feeling vulnerable enough to say something. Anything.

“I was thinking about you and—I guess me too. I just,” Bakugou tore his eyes away from you as his cheeks reddened. He was clearly too embarrassed to look at you. However, your rapidly beating heart and nerved prevented you from even contemplating his nonverbal actions. “I just don’t know how to act because I li—"

Bakugou paused like a deer in headlights.

The moment seemed to last forever. You were both looking into the other’s eyes. Your face was hot and Bakugou was red with anger? Joy? Embarrassment? You couldn’t figure it out. His mouth was slightly agape, possibly from shock about what he was about to admit.

You didn’t even notice the pause and simply thought it was another stutter which seemed to come out when he wasn’t quite sure how to articulate his words. Communication skills aside, you could tell he was trying. However, just when you thought he would continue, he didn’t.

“Never mind,” He muttered as he turned and left your room at the speed of light. Your door was slammed closed, and you were left alone in your room once again.

What was that? You thought as you sat in that same spot on your bed. You kept replaying those last couple of seconds. What was he about to say?

When you finally focused back on reality, minutes had passed, and you were still no closer to understanding Bakugou’s mentality at the time.

Your annoyance began building once more. Luckily, it wasn’t a furious annoyance like you had been feeling these past couple of days. It was more longing. You wished he was able to come out and say what he wanted, but you couldn’t blame him too much.

Bakugou was a blunt person. If he was having trouble speaking his mind, then he must be going through hell.

You groaned and looked around your room, thinking of how to spend your day.

You grabbed your laptop and pulled up an old file you hadn’t looked at in months. It was one you kept up with while you were still in America, but rarely visited since moving to Japan. The document listed a plethora of things you would work on to better yourself from sword skills to endurance while running.

You spent the next few minutes updating your list, putting into each category how you improved and how you did so. For example, your improvements with running endurance improved with your long runs every morning.

As your eyes scanned the screen, debating how to spend your time, you realized you were heavily missing one specific category: weightlifting.

It wasn’t something that was often on your mind, but you needed some amount of muscle to carry the sword you were hoping to use as well as any other emergencies. You could just imagine how sad you would feel if you needed to carry a fallen comrade.

It was with a sigh that you shut your laptop, realizing you needed to go to the main gym in order to work on weightlifting. That’s where Bakugou wanted to go…

Maybe he didn’t want to anymore, you thought as you began changing into a more appropriate outfit. At the very least, you could go to a different gym with fewer options. But I also shouldn’t avoid him as he did me. There’s no reason to change my schedule for him, you reasoned.

You picked out a rather casual outfit since you didn’t expect you would need mobility like you would for parkour practice. A compression shirt, sweater, and biker shorts seemed ideal.

You continued to debate where to work out as you packed a bag.

No, I should just go to the main gym, you finally deciding, pushing aside your fears. I can always leave anyways.

You made sure to fill up your water before you left. At this point, it had been about an hour since Bakugou stormed out of your room.

Luckily, you didn’t see him while you were downstairs filling up your water and slipping on some workout shoes.

The main gym was specifically designed for weightlifting with various equipment you might find at any other gym. This differed from the small gym by your dorms, which has some, but less equipment, and the gamma gym which was built to provide people with a big space that could be changed.

On your walk to the gym, you planned out what you wanted to do. You brought a yoga mat, hoping to start with a good stretch. You would move on to running and warming up your body with some light cardio. Finally, you would get started in the old weightlifting routine that you did back in America.

Since it’s been a while, you thought, I should take this slow.

It took longer to get to this gym than any of the others because it was farthest away from you. Regardless, you knew the equipment there would make it worth it and that the walk would help you clear your mind.

Finally, you found the glass doors of the gym and swung the heavy door open, letting the cool air of the gym wash over you.

It wasn’t immediate, but you soon noticed the one thing you wished to avoid: Bakugou Katsuki.

He was leaning over a duffel bag in the corn of the gym by the Lat Pulldown bench, grabbing a small black towel. The blond chugged down a few big gulps of water before using the towel to wipe away the sweat that formed and the water that dripped down his chin. He was wearing black basketball shorts with an orange stripe down the sides of each leg and a black tank top which showed much more skin than you wanted.

You tore your eyes away from him before he could notice you. You could feel some heat emanating from your cheeks and you made a beeline towards the side room where people did yoga. The main gym was incredibly similar to the small one by your dorms, but it was much more extensive and had multiple more machines and more variety in offered equipment.

The room had a glass wall, meaning Bakugou would still be able to see you if he looked. On the bright side, the room was much dimmer and empty so it was likely that he wouldn’t even look.

You attempted to ignore Bakugou and keep your eyes away from him as you set up your yoga mat on the ground. You take a few deep breaths, centering yourself in the room.

A tactic you had used for years now was to let what thoughts you have passed through your mind, you acknowledge them, and they continue past your mind. It was impossible to assume that a human could completely stop processing thoughts and empty their head. It would only bring more stress to try and do the impossible.

You take a deep inhale, then as you exhale, you keep a straight back and bend forward. Your spine gratefully stretched as you let your arms relax towards the floor.

Somehow, your mind was able to clear from thoughts of Bakugou. Even though he was just across the room, you were able to run through your typical routine. You focused on your breathing, inhaling as you rose and exhaling as you fell. Your routine usually lasted for twenty minutes depending on speed and if you repeated certain movements. By the end, you were teetering between cat and cow pose. Finally, you fell back into child’s pose. Your thighs stretched and hips extended. Groaning, you inhaled into a seal pose. Your abdomen burned in relief.

Your eyes closed as you went back into child’s pose.

Oh, I needed this, you thought as your forehead rested against the floor. Your mind cleared as you focused on the feeling of your hips. This had always been your favorite stretch.

Just as you relaxed and transitioned back into seal pose you heard a BANG against the plexiglass wall.

You jumped at the sound and turned to see what happened.

Your eyes were drawn to the clear wall. Other patrons also stared at the shaking glass as it finally stilled. You followed their eyes to the sandbag on the ground. It was positioned as if it hit the wall and fell with a thud, barely propped up against it. Looking across the room for where it came from, your eyes fell upon three other sandbags which were directly on the other side of the wall.

There was a clear space around them, indicating they could be thrown and tossed in the area as a form of exercise. So, how did this sandbag get thrown all the way here? Your eyes moved upward, catching the sight of a blond head moving straight for you.

Immediately, you felt tense, suddenly on edge. Your eyes widened and then turned into a scowl as you watched him approach you.

What is he doing?

You gulped when he finally reached the plexiglass wall.

Despite you already looking at him, Bakugou still loudly knocked on the wall, once again making it shake violently.

You flinched at the sound, not expecting him to do something so petty. Bakugou snatched up the bag and you expected him to turn around and leave just as quickly. However, he instead stood up straight and exaggeratedly mouthed “sorry!” before bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust at his ironic apology.

Bakugou’s head snapped up with a wicked smirk blooming on his face. Hidden behind the sandbag so no one else could see it, Bakugou flipped you the bird.

Your mouth opened in shock, and you watched him stand back up, smile etching onto his sharp features and middle finger mocking you. You were tempted to flip him off in retaliation, but people were still looking at the commotion he caused and therefore they would notice if you flipped off the student who just said sorry in the most dramatic way.

With a pout, you turned away from him and distracted yourself by chugging down some water. By the time you looked back, Bakugou was facing away and putting down the sandbag. You grumbled and began to roll up your mat.

What a way to ruin the end of my routine, you thought as you tucked the mat into your bag and grabbed your belongings.

You had half a mind to just leave. Who were you to give Bakugou the time of day?

You stared into the gym, watching Bakugou do pull-ups. His arms flexed each time he did a rep, his chin rising above the bar and legs barely swinging. His shirt rode up each time he dropped back down. You couldn’t help but scan over his figure, admiring the way his muscles contracted and the v-line extending below his pants.

Even though he was working out, his face didn’t seem strained. He seemed satisfied, and you absolutely knew why. How dare he act like a child, scare you like that, and then smirk as he got away with it?

No, you weren’t going to let this rattle you. You had to continue as if nothing happened. With your head held high, you made your way to the long row of treadmills. Only a couple of them were being used so you placed your stuff down in a safe area and chose the one closest to Bakugou. The treadmills were in the back and faced the rest of the gym. Bakugou was currently up against the wall to your left and was about halfway down, meaning he has approximately 50 feet away from you.

You did your best to ignore him even though his eyes were on you. You started up the treadmill and began your brisk jog which heated up your body and got your heart rate up in preparation for more precise exercises you would do later.

Your phone was propped up on the machinery so you could shuffle through songs, picking the perfect ones to keep you going. After a few minutes, from your peripherals, you noticed Bakugou stop. He chugged down some water from his gallon bottle and move elsewhere.

Notably, Bakugou was now much closer to you. The blond chose to deadlift, meaning he grabbed a bar, his chosen weights, and moved into an open, designated spot. People who were deadlifting had a row of wide space just in front of the treadmills.

You kept your eyes off him but could feel his smirk as he posted up a mere 10 feet from your treadmill. You grimaced in frustration and turned your head to the right wall, suddenly interested in the machines over there.

From the corner of your eye, you watched Bakugou turn away from you and get ready.

Away from me? You questioned, thinking he would want to mock you in every way possible. You imagined him getting uncomfortably close, making annoying faces, and obnoxiously dropping the weight so it would make a loud noise. You imagined it rolling to hit your treadmill and Bakugou not even apologizing as he grabbed it.

I guess not.

You attempted to focus back on your running, but you were suddenly torn when Bakugou began lifting. You looked up just as he squatted down to grab the bar.

Oh.

This is why he turned around.

He wasn’t trying to annoy you by messing around and hitting your equipment, but he was distracting you with his body.

You gulped and turned your head away, no longer looking at his flexing back muscles.

How dare he?

Groaning, you switched from your music to a video so you could keep your eyes distracted. You didn’t expect him to try distracting you by seducing you.

Did he notice me checking him out earlier? You questioned. No, there’s no way.

You found your eyes inching back up, looking away from the show you were mindlessly watching. The image you found as you risked peering at Bakugou surprised you.

He was holding onto the bar tightly. His muscles flexed and his back was particularly taught from lifting the weight. Suddenly, Bakugou dropped the weight and was back up in a standing position. He naturally stumbled back a few steps, looking for air that wasn’t hot from his own body heat and sweat.

Afterward, he wiped the sweat from his face with a small, white towel that rested on his shoulder. It was stained yellow from years of use, you presumed. Although stains like that could wash out from normal sweat, you were sure Bakugou’s was something different.

He groaned deep in his throat as he peeled the damp towel away and flung it toward his bag. His body turned, facing toward his bag and the corner. You could see him stare into the distance for a few seconds, taking deep breaths to calm his heart rate. From this angle, you could his part of his head and just a tad of roundness from his check.

Craning his neck just a tad more, Bakugou was able to make eye contact with you. He smirked fiercely as his eyes scanned over your body that was flustered from more than just your run. He clearly caught you staring and now you were paying the price.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked as he bent down to grab his water.

“As if,” You accosted him as you stopped your treadmill and began grabbing your stuff. You rapidly packed up your belongings, suddenly wishing you had a speed-based quirk. Groaning, you finally stood up and turned to make your exit.

However, just as you turned, you came face to face with a sweaty chest.

“Gross,” You mumbled, and you stepped back for the sake of your own personal space. Even still, Bakugou was all too close to you, and you could feel the heat on your face and a tug at your heart.

You looked up to the blond, expecting him to say something to you. Ever the person to speak when he has a chance, you were shocked when he simply stood there looking at you. His eyes were squinted in curiosity, his hands placed on his hips, and he leaned over just slightly. You felt a small tinge of nerves as he loomed over you. He looked you up and down and you gulped as you followed his eyes.

It felt like he was about to eat you up or rip you apart.

“W-what?” You finally asked after too many beats of silence. You attempted to look strong and stoic, and you confronted him in the moment, but you were sure it paled in comparison to him.

Bakugou looked into your eyes, and you watched his cheeks redden. Before you could get a good glimpse of his blushing face, Bakugou turned his head away and let out a small scoff that was clearly a hidden laugh.

You were absolutely and utterly shocked. Without thinking, you pulled back and slapped Bakugou on the arm. At the impact, Bakugou couldn’t hold it in any longer and proceeded to let out a genuine laugh. He covered his mouth and turned to the side completely so he wouldn’t be forced to look at you.

“How dare you!” You shot out, scrunching together your eyebrows, squinting your eyes in anger, and pursing your lips.

“HoW dArE yOu!” Bakugou mocked, raising the tone of his voice, and standing up to try and impersonate your mannerisms.

“Oh my god, you brat!” You seethed before turning in your place and walking around Bakugou.

You wanted to act quickly. Find something to do so you could distract yourself. You felt your stomach do flips as your thought about Bakugou’s smile and loud laughter. How was it that he could literally be making fun of you, and you will still come out thinking of how nice his genuine laughter sounded?

Frustrated, you grabbed weights that were too heavy for you and began a typical arm workout that would focus on your shoulder, biceps, and triceps. You placed yourself against a wall and were able to watch Bakugou finish his set.

He kept looking at you.

Obviously, you would turn away every time he did!

You felt flustered. Just the mischievous eye contact he made with you was enough to set free butterflies in your stomach. If you didn’t look away immediately, you would be stopped dead in your tracks, amazed by his perfect physique and gorgeous facial features.

You could get lost in his eyes. Not just the outstanding color, but the shape of his eyes too.

Eventually, you turned to face the wall of weight because you could no longer risk catching his gaze. You tried to drone out the noises of everyone and focus on your music. Every now and then someone would walk around you to pick up some weights for their own workout.

Unsurprisingly, Bakugou continued to pester you. After a few minutes of you facing the wall, a warm and tall body gently brushed against yours so they could grab weights.

It’s not like you were that close to them! There was no reason Bakugou had to actually touch you to get passed. Additionally, there was a whole WALL of weights, he could have easily grabbed something else to avoid you.

He was annoying when he was avoiding me and now he’s annoying because he’s plaguing me with his teasing jokes, looks, and touches.

You groaned when you notice it was him and shifted to the side so he wouldn’t have to brush past you when he was leaving with the weights.

From the bottom rack, he grabbed two dumbbells that were 75 pounds each.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was trying to show off. You had seen him lift weights in the past and he used 50 pounds.

Bakugou smirked at you as he stood, this time not going out of his way to brush against you and instead of relishing in the knowledge that he annoyed you. He barked out a chuckle and proceeded to stand next to you and follow along with whatever you did.

You paid him no mind. You closed your eyes, centered yourself with your breathing, and focused on yourself. There was a mirror against the wall and you were able to tune out Bakugou and you did havyk raises.

Inevitably, Bakugou became annoyed with the lack of attention you were giving him. He became mumbling to himself and breathing obnoxiously loud. Except none of it worked. Eventually, you finished your workout, put away your dumbbells, and moved on. Granted, your arms hurt like hell because you grabbed weights that were too heavy and you were too proud to switch them.

As you perused around the gym, looking at what to do next, you could feel the presence of Bakugou behind you. Clearly, he was going to follow you, do whatever you did, and find any chance to bother you.

He’s persistent, you thought as you moved to one of the many BOBs in the gym. You weren’t sure what the Japanese word for them was, but they were the little tan, rubber men that could be used as a punching and kicking bag. They were great, versatile practice opponents and you used them a plethora of times. BOB stood for Body Opponent Bag.

Your arms hurt, but you planned on mainly using your feet anyways.

“If you’re gonna use that, why not just spar with me instead?” Bakugou questioned, popping up behind the BOB. I’m a better opponent because I move, know your moves, and can fight back.” He counted these reasons on his fingers and was clearly thinking of more reasons.

“Yes, but this guy,” You patted the BOB, “Won’t use me for my skills, ignore me anytime he pleases, and then pretend as if nothing happened.

Bakugou scowled at you before shrugging and moving away.

Finally, you thought before getting into your workout. You focused on kicking and keeping up movement as if someone was on the other side. I do kind of wish I was sparring…

You frowned slightly as you continued your workout. However, your attention was pulled away from the clunking of another BOB. You looked to the side and noticed Bakugou was once again following you. He wasn’t specifically focusing on the movements you were making, but he clearly wanted to stay close by.

The blond was going all out on his punching equipment and it encouraged you to do the same. Ignoring all your soreness, you put everything into it. GIving jabs, swings, dodges, and kicks as if it was to save your life.

You looked back to Bakugou for a moment and noticed him watching you. He looked away quickly and proceeded to WHAM a punch against the BOB.

People in the gym could hear two loud hits. Bakugou hitting the BOB right in the head, and it hitting the floor.

With widened eyes, you stepped away slightly. You looked at the people in the gym and noticed just how annoyed everyone looked. Knowing how often Bakugou rubbed people the wrong way, you intervened.

“Sorry everyone,” You said, bowing low. You turned and bowed again to the other side of the room.

You rushed to Bakugou and picked up his BOB as he breathed heavily and stared down at it.

“Chill out,” You hissed, looking into his eyes and finally grabbing his attention.

“I’m just going all out,” He replied, “Like all these losers should.” He scoffed and went back to punching, effectively ending the conversation.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your area. Frustrated with Bakugou’s childishness, you decided to also go for hard hits. Out of protest, you turned your punching man so that you could face Bakugou. He looked up at you for a moment before going back to his own workout.

You decided to use Bakugou to your advantage. You watched him and dodged or block when he was gitting before fining windows to do your own attack.

As smart as ever, Bakugou picked up quickly and began doing the same. As a result, each of you were simply watching each other, barely focusing on wear you hit the BOB and instead on where you would want to hit each other.

You were lost in the workout. You felt so much more immersed with a sparring partner, even if you weren’t actually hitting each other. You couldn’t even be annoyed because you suddenly felt so much better.

Hit after hit, your heart pumped with passion. You swerved, light on your feet as Bakugou jabbed. You took your opportunity to punch up and Bakugou jutted back as if you actually hit him.

In reality, Bakugou had a clear advantage. He had a size advantage that particularly affected his amazing reach. On top of that, his arms were already just long on average. Additionally, he would also be better off with his muscle and weight.

This fight would not be the same if you were actually hitting each other.

Unfortunately, this disadvantage was getting to you. You wanted to prove you could beat him regardless. You were fast, and he had to punch down at a weird angle.

You lost yourself in the movements, dodging and hitting as hard as you could. It was in a sudden moment that each of you went to hit your BOBs at the same time.

Each hit the floor and you were back. Breathing heavily, you pulled back to analyze the scene.

Your eyes grazed over the two mannequins and then to Bakugou who was staring at the floor. His mannequin was dusty gray and you realized that, although you didn’t hear it, he used his quirk. God, imagine if that was actually my face.

Your eyes snapped up to everyone else.

They were all staring.

Now, this gym was not overseen by anyone. It was often that students were left alone to practice without a guardian who could stop them if they went too far. However, there was a plaque with rules on the outside, as there were in every gym.

From this list, you knew people could be kicked out for making too loud of noises and using a quirk not related to strength and weight training.

You hoped people would forgive you. You went over to Bakugou and forced him into a bow. You felt him resist against your hand, but your fingers coiled around his spiky hair and kept him down.

You spoke out a sound apology and hoped that would be enough. However, a tap on your shoulder forced you to look up.

It was a third year. She had on a kind smile, but an awkward disposition. Clearly, she didn’t want to do this but felt the need.

“Um, sorry,” She scratched at the side of her face and her eyebrows her downturned in anxiousness. “But I think you two should leave.”

“Ah, of course,” You spoke, bowing to her once again and releasing Bakugou’s head as you stood.

“What?” He immediately snapped while fussing with his hair.

“Shut up!” You seethed, giving him the angriest eyes you could manage.

The third-year made her leave quietly with a small bow. She went back to her side of the room and people continued to stare. They were going to continue to stare until you left.

Oh, how humiliating it felt to be kicked out of a gym by your peers rather than an observer designated to find these problems. You rushed to pack up yours and Bakugou’s things as he grumbled around like a child.

“Just be quiet and get it together,” You hissed, shoving his bag into his stomach and pushing him toward the door.

You sighed and followed behind him as he pushed open the heavy glass doors. It was warm outside, but you were still heated from your workout. You rushed to chug some of your water as you began the trek back to the dorms.

You felt your adrenaline subsiding slowly. Your breaths slowed and you cracked your neck to release some tension. You found yourself too tired to be angry at Bakugou. Everything he did was slipping through your mind as you dreamed of stretching out your back, taking a shower, and eating something delicious before curling into your cool, temperature-regulated sheets.

You could practically feel yourself falling asleep this second.

Bakugou sped up his pace before turning on his heels to face you. You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry about everything–”

He stopped talking for a moment as if he was shocking himself just as much as he shocked you. Your heart rate quickened as you anticipated if he would say anything else. Just as you were coming to let everything go. You never thought you would get an apology.

And yet, Bakugou can’t help but surprise you.

“I-I know I’m not explaining things,” He continued, “Not my actions or my thoughts,” He looked up like he was visualizing said thoughts. A pregnant pause filled the air. You watched Bakugou’s adam’s apple bob. He looked down, but you didn’t follow his eyes. You were too nervous to say or even do anything!

You felt warmth on your left hand. A thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. The grip was strong, secure, and your heart somehow beat even faster.

If you were able to pay attention, you would have known you gasped when you felt Bakugou’s hand touch your own. If you were able to pay attention, you would have seen the nerves all over Bakugou’s face.

He looked up finally and stared into your eyes.

Vermillion eyes pleaded with you. They were wide in fear. His eyebrows furrowed with nerves. He was biting his lip to prevent himself from spitting out some stupid sentence.

“I can’t lose you so just please be patient.”

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“I love you,” his words are breathless and he slumps against your frame. “I’ve never stopped loving you. I’ve always loved you.”

You kneel to his height, and he watches you with drowsy eyes.

“Tell me that again when you’re sober.”

— pro hero! bakugou katsuki x gn! reader

— angst, break up angst, arguing, consumption of alcohol, hurt no comfort

On a normal work day, you’d be frantic over the fact that you’re awake at four in the morning. But today isn’t one of those days, so you try to ignore your lack of sleep and focus on the television. The bowl of ice cream in your lap has melted long ago and you’ve only had a spoonful or two. Your eyes feel heavy but not enough to close them. At this point, you’re fighting against your exhausted body to stay awake.

Your phone vibrates on the dresser and you jump. The remote controller quickly drops from your hands as you scramble to reach for your phone.

A phone number you don’t recognize. It’s calling from Tokyo. You frown as you pick up, wondering who could be calling you at this unearthly hour. Then again, you’re awake at this unearthly hour. Maybe it’s a scam call.

“Hello?”

“It’s so good to hear your voice…” his voice is slurred, and you clench your jaw.

“Bakugou. What do you want?”

“I miss you. I need you. I’m an idiot and I regret everything I said and did. Please…” his voice turns whiny and you hear chattering in the background before a different but also familiar voice speaks into the phone.

“Oh my god Y/N, I’m so sorry. Denki and I found him at this bar and he’s completely drunk. Our agencies need us soon… Do you think you could pick him up? He’s at bar XXX.” Kirishima sounds desperate and you sigh. You’re pulling on a sweater and grabbing your keys before you know it.

“I’m on my way.”

“Thank you so much, I-” you hang up before he can finish his sentence. It’s not personal (it is) but the last thing you want to do is see or hear from Bakugou or his friends. Though you’re resentful, the feelings are still there. So you sigh as you rev your car’s engine and head on your way.

You hope you won’t regret your decision.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“Hey, Y/N.” The redhead is looking at his watch anxiously. You bite the inside of your cheek as you nod in acknowledgment, and Denki drags forward a groaning Bakugou. Your ex looks like absolute shit and a small part of you feels relieved knowing you’re not the only one. But you’re quick to shake the thought off as Denki hands you over Bakugou and you’re barely able to stand while holding onto him.

“I’m so sorry about this. Thank you so much for the favor…and I’m really sorry. I know the last thing you want is to see us but we didn’t know who to call. We have to leave now,” Kirishima’s words are frantic and rushed, and you nod.

“It’s okay. I’ll figure it out,” you uphoist Bakugou, who was beginning to fall over. He’s mumbling something under his breath that you can’t decipher.

“Thanks, we owe you. See you in a bit!” Denki says and the two Pro Heroes quickly exit the bar, leaving you with your drunken ex. You sigh, before heaving Bakugou with you towards the exit.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He speaks halfway to your car, and you roll your eyes.

“No, dipshit. It’s God. Now sober up and get inside the car.” He groans as you stuff him inside your passenger car seat before walking around to the driver’s seat. His head is hung low and you clench your jaw. He’s definitely not sober enough to buckle his seatbelt. So you sigh and lean over, doing it for him. He rests his head on your shoulder and your breath hitches. His nose is brushing against your neck and you freeze.

“It’s been a while,” he mumbles. “Why are you here?”

You reel back and grip your steering wheel. “Because you thought it would be a great idea to get piss drunk on a Tuesday morning.”

“Mm.” Is all he says. You ignore his mumbling.

“What’s your address?” You try to keep your eyes on the road and not look in his direction.

“Same one as before…” his voice is low and you clench your jaw.

“I don’t remember,” you say. “Tell me your address.”

Bakugou groans in response before slumping in his seat. He’s not sober enough to remember his address, unsurprisingly. You can already feel a headache forming.

“My house, then.” You mutter under your breath before beginning your drive home. Silently, you hope he won’t vomit in your car.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You’re breaking into a sweat lugging Bakugou’s weight towards your front door. Why does he have to be so heavy? At least he didn’t vomit in your car. Somehow, you manage to open your front door with one hand while the other holds onto your ex.

“Alright, stand up. You’re heavy,” you grimace. He seems to regain a bit of consciousness with the lights and mumbles under his breath as he raises his head.

“We’re at your place…” he says, though it sounds like he’s speaking to himself.

“Yeah. You’re too shitfaced to remember your address so I guess I’ll have to suffer the night with you.” You’re half-joking, but Bakugou doesn’t seem to hear. Instead, he rests his head against your shoulder and you gulp. Your heart skips a beat.

“Alright, stay here. I’m going to get you a glass of water.” He leans against the wall and by the time you’re back with a glass of water, he’s slid to the floor. You sigh and put down the cup. One of his arms goes around your shoulders as you hoist him up.

“God, you’re heavy. Help me out here, I can’t carry you to the couch.” You begin to move forward when he speaks.

“I love you,” his words are breathless and he slumps against your frame. He smells like beer and a cozy cabin all at once, and you had almost forgotten how nice it was to embrace him. “I’ve never stopped loving you. I’ve always loved you.”

It takes everything in you to not kiss him. To not say it back. So you bring him to the couch, where he immediately collapses and you drape a blanket over his frame. You kneel to his height, and he watches you through drowsy eyes.

“Tell me that when you’re sober.”

He says nothing in return and you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t say it. Yet disappointment still pools in the bottom of your stomach. You leave a cup of water and some pills on the coffee table before looking at him one last time.

“Good night, Katsuki.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the break-up

“You promised me. You promised.” The party hat is crushed in your fist and Katsuki sighs. Your anger only grows. He’s the one that shows up late to your birthday party and he has the nerve to sigh like you’re a bother? You’re tired.

“Y/N, I had a time-sensitive mission. I couldn’t just say no to the agency. I’m sorry, it was supposed to end early.” Kirishima and Denki watch you from the corner with concern, but you nod at them and they scurry away.

“I don’t want to hear it. Your best friends made it to the party and you didn’t. Do you hear me? Your best friends! Your co-workers. They made me a priority and they didn’t. I can’t believe you…”

He scoffs and your eyes feel watery. “Give me a break. I’m exhausted from being thrown around by scumbags and jailing them to make this shithole a better place. If I’m out there doing missions, it’s for both of us. Alright? I’m sorry something more important came up, but I had to do it.” He walks away and heads into the kitchen, and pours himself a cup of whiskey. You scoff, crossing your arms as you watch him.

“Something more important, huh?” You laugh and he raises a brow. “Thanks for the clarification. I’m a fool for not figuring it out.” He slams the cup on the counter and you’re surprised it doesn’t crack.

“Wait, what? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ll always be second to you, won’t I? Work comes first. Fuck our dates, our events, my birthday party. Fuck all of it! They don’t matter when you’ve got to play guard dog for your hero agency.” You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips, but you don’t back down. Katsuki’s nose flares and his eyes narrow.

“I am not playing guard dog for the agency. Stop being childish,” he snarls and takes a step forward. “You’re so demanding, it drives me insane! I can’t ever make you happy. It’s either this or that, you’re constantly nagging me. You’re a burden to me and it’s about time I say it.”

You falter in your steps. Katsuki’s eyes widen as his chest heaves, and your heart twists. You choke out a laugh, wiping away tears.

“Are you serious? Do you hear yourself right now?” He holds eye contact but says nothing in return. Your stomach drops. Swallowing a sob, you nod before looking around. Looking at the framed pictures of you two.

“Okay. I see how it is. I’ll move everything out by tomorrow. Goodbye, Katsuki.” You grab your keys before storming out of the apartment.

He doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t say a word the next day either, and his silence hurts more than everything he said.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You’re up before Bakugou is. So you decide to cook breakfast for the two of you, some simple steamed rice and boiled vegetables. By the time he wakes up, you’re already setting plates for two at the table. You avoid his gaze though you can feel his stare on you.

“Good morning. Did you take the pills I left on the table?”

“Yeah,” his voice is groggy and you get goosebumps. It’s been months since you’ve heard his morning voice. “Thanks.”

You glance at the clock and it reads nine o’clock. Not too late, and it’s conveniently your day off. “Eat up. You probably feel like shit right now.” He sits across from you at the table and you begin to eat in silence. Hopefully, he’ll bid you goodbye after breakfast and you can go back to your normal and mundane life without him. The way it was and the way it should be.

“Thanks,” he says between mouthfuls of rice. “You didn’t have to go out of your way and make me breakfast. Picking me up was more than enough.”

You shake your head and pick at your food. “Don’t feel too flattered. I was making my breakfast and had enough for you,” you lie. “I’m your ex, not a monster. Kirishima called me and told me you were drunk and didn’t have anyone else to pick you up.” You wonder if that means he hasn’t seen anyone besides you since you broke up.

He’s quiet for a few moments before slowly nodding. He pats his mouth with a napkin before setting his fork down, looking straight at you.

“Listen…I’m sorry. Genuinely. For everything.” You scoff, shaking your head.

“Relax, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s not like I was asleep or anything.” You eat a mouthful of rice when Bakugou sighs.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about us…and how badly I screwed up. I made a lot of mistakes and I’m reminded of it every day.” You pause, raising a brow. Wondering what he says to say while trying to squish the flicker of hope in your heart.

“What do you mean?”

“You were right. What you said that day when we broke up.” Your heart skips a beat and you swallow a lump down your throat.

“Yeah, I guess so.” An awkward silence falls upon you two and you feel Bakugou staring at you. But you keep your gaze on your plate, hoping he’ll say something. Do something. But then he clears his throat and the chair screeches as he gets up.

“I should go now. Thank you…for everything. And I’m sorry for the bother.” He grabs his coat from the sofa and walks towards the door. Your stomach lurches and you rise from the dining table.

“Wait!” Your ex stops and looks at you questioningly. “Do you…Do you remember anything from last night?”

Bakugou stares at you. He chuckles and rubs the back of his head. You get goosebumps. It’s been months since you’ve heard his laugh. Or his voice, for a matter of fact.

“Not much. I was drunk and…I probably did things or said things I shouldn’t have. If I said anything last night…don’t take it seriously. I was drunk and obviously wasn’t thinking.” Ouch. Your heart squeezes. “Why? What happened?”

You smile and ignore the dull ache in your chest. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You wave him goodbye and he nods hesitantly before closing the door behind him. Your chest aches and it’s all quite an irony; last night he was the one begging for your love, but somehow you’re the one left begging for his love.

a/n: hey guys!! long time no see ahaha...i haven’t watched mha in so long but had this idea in my drafts so i decided to finish it. i’m not completely sure abt the ending but lmk what y’all thought! do rb + comment + like if you enjoyed <3

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