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NEW FIC | My Childhood Friend, Bakugo - Prologue: Middle School Years

New fic! This one is going to be short (unlike my others lol). It's just an experiment for fun, and yes I will still be making progress on Love-Coach Ochako and the other story arcs. ^^

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Summary: "What if Bakugo was actually 'nice'?" Midoriya has been friends with Bakugo for as long as he can remember. They grew up loving the same hero, sharing the same dreams-yet out of nowhere, during their first year of middle school, Bakugo changes. Though he isn't the one who tears up his notebooks or pushes him down the stairs, Bakugo watches it all without batting an eye anymore. Before he knows it, life with Bakugo becomes torture-forcing himself to endure his cheerful yet subtly brutal remarks every day. Yet somehow, there is a spark of hope: Midoriya gets accepted to UA. The question is, will getting accepted change anything? And will he ever get his old friend back?

Note: If it isn't clear, this is an experimental fic, where everything in MHA is the same, except Bakugo has his beta personality of "inadvertently insulting people". In other words, he is a conniving, passive aggressive nightmare of a manipulator instead of his angry, explosive self.

This fic is also my way of exploring how to write this kind of character. It's just an exercise, so it'll be short (5-7 chapters), but hopefully kind of fun.

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Foreword:

“At first, I made him a natural-born genius who would inadvertently insult people, but that got pretty boring so I went the other route and turned him into a nasty guy with an explosive personality. I’m glad he came out so unlikable.” -Kohei Horikoshi; My Hero Academia Vol. 1

What if he was still that “nice-guy” type of person? Not the sort of bully who intimidates and attacks others, but the sort who manipulates with words? I could never possibly hope to mimic Horikoshi’s style, or figure out what his initial plans had looked like, but I couldn’t help but want to try my hand at writing such a character. I only plan to do a couple of experimental chapters, but I hope you all enjoy them nonetheless!

Prologue: Middle School Years

His green eyes peered sullenly down at the surface of the koi pond, watching gloomily as the fish bobbed up to the surface to peck at the ink-smeared pages of his hero journal. It was already thoroughly ruined before, when his classmates had torn out the pages, but seeing the ink now splotched across the cover like a murder-scene only added to the insult. It was pointless, but figuring there were still salvageable pages somewhere in there, Midoriya reached in and pulled out the notebook like he was holding a dirty rag.

“That’s not food, stupid. It’s my notebook…” he muttered irritably to the fish.

He shook it a few times, splattering water and ink across the pavement, before fingering through a couple of the pages to double-check what’d been ruined. Sure enough, there wasn’t much remaining that was readable. He should’ve known better than to bring it to class, but he couldn’t help it. Taking notes was the closest Midoriya ever felt to being a hero, and if that was the only way he could find solace in his grim day-today experience, then so be it.

“I kept warning ya not to bring those things to school. What—is that your third one you’ve lost? Fourth?”

The voice cropped up unexpectedly behind him, and he flinched. He already knew who it was by that casually patronizing tone of voice, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk back. Instead, he focused on shaking out more water from his book, and turned in the opposite direction.

“Aaah, I really don’t get it, Deku. Why even bother when you’re quirkless? You know it’s never gonna change anything—I keep tellin’ ya.”

He started to leave, but of course he followed him from behind. Wherever Midoriya went, there was no escaping his annoyingly persistent childhood “friend”, Bakugo. For the life of him, he still couldn’t understand why Bakugo did what he did, anyway. Their friendship was in a rather gray area—somewhere between amiable, and borderline manipulative.

At least he doesn’t try to hurt me, Midoriya thought, barely optimistic.

“You should try going for a job that better suits your personality, anyway,” he went on, “I mean, what would they even call you? ‘The Mumbler’? I can’t think of anything else, haha. That’s why I keep saying you’re better suited for civic work. You know—the kind of stuff anyone could do. I mean, they need someone for those jobs. Those of us with real strong quirks have sort of an obligation to do things like hero work, don’cha think?”

Oh how he wished he could tell him to shut-up. By now, Midoriya had done this rodeo about a hundred different times with him, and knew exactly what Bakugo was intending to say. Hidden between the lines written in fine print, was something probably in the likeness of: “You’re useless and should just stay out of my way so I don’t have a hard time. I don’t need you making me look bad.”

Bakugo suddenly slid an arm around his shoulder, making an electric shock travel up his spine at the feeling of his palm. He stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk, finally catching sight of the menacingly sweet smile on his face.

“You listening, nerd? You get me?”

He couldn’t help but respond this time. “Y… yeah, I hear you, haha.”

Bakugo’s red eyes bore into him a moment longer, unblinking as he waited for more. All the while, his smile continued to pierce into Midoriya’s soul, and he wondered painfully when he would leave him alone.

“And…?” Bakugo pressed.

There it was, the fine print. Midoriya had to choose his words carefully if he didn’t want to get his toes stepped on.

“…I’ll stay out of your way.” he replied vaguely.

Bakugo seemed to notice his attempt at not giving a direct commitment, but at least for now, this was satisfactory. Letting his thin smile turn into a more sincere grin, he ground his knuckles against Midoriya’s scalp in an almost playful noogie—had it not slightly hurt.

“Aww, you’d do that for me? I knew I could trust you buddy.”

Bakugo skipped past Midoriya after that, moving to join his other group of friends as they rounded the corner of the school building. He turned one last time to face him, shouting out with a familiar wave: “I’ll see you tomorrow, Deku! Stay outta trouble, eh?”

Midoriya tilted his head sullenly downwards, which Bakugo took as a nod, and left.

Now that he was gone, Midoriya finally had a spare moment to think.

Kacchan really doesn’t want me to apply to UA—I know that, but I can’t help it. he looked down one last time at his notebook, wondering when everything had gone so wrong between them, I want to be a hero too. You’re aware of that—and I promised already that I wouldn’t get in your way, so then why…?

Truthfully, there was no way of knowing. Years ago, the two had been the best of friends—practically growing up with two sets of parents from all the time they’d spent together. Being such a reserved person, even when he was a toddler—the age where everyone was quirkless, he was still rather alone. He had a timid voice, and a tiny body even for his age; and it didn’t help that his hero-obsession often took precedence over any kind of social interaction. It was a bad habit that persisted even until now, despite all the bullying he received for it.

Bakugo was different, though. Born with a flashy quirk, and a friendly personality, he made connections easily. He was surrounded by friends, which made Midoriya slightly jealous, but for whatever reason, Bakugo remained loyal to him the most. He had no idea why though—they’d been friends for so long, the day they’d initially met was long-forgotten. There was only one memory in particular from their youth that would often pop up as the most likely start of their friendship.

It was a memory from before either of them had gotten their quirks. They’d gone to a playground together, only to bump into a rough group of 2nd graders who wanted free domain over the swing sets. Midoriya fell—bruising both elbows as the intimidating child leered down at him from above.

“Quirkless children aren’t allowed in this park, brats!” he jeered, “You should know better than to come here!”

“I-it doesn’t say that anywhere! You’re lying!”

The kid pointed to a sign written in Kanji, “It says it right there, stupid! So get out before we make you!”

Midoriya whimpered uselessly. He was too young to understand much Kanji, so for all he knew, it could’ve well said that. Still, his legs were trembling so much that he couldn’t move if he wanted to. The kid would have to throw hm out by force if he wanted him to leave.

“Hey, get up and scram already!” he yelled again, irritation rising in his voice.

Fat tears threatened the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as the kid’s hand took a fistful of his collar and began to lift him harshly off of his feet.

S-someone save me!

At that moment, the big kid let out an angry yell. A sudden ball of dirt hurled into his eyes—spraying particles everywhere like a tiny explosion, and blinded him temporarily. Almost immediately, he dropped Midoriya and wiped furiously at his eyes while his friends watched in stunned dismay.

“Augh—what the heck was that!? Who threw that!?”

Taking advantage of the commotion, a hand flew to Midoriya’s wrist, and pulled with a surprising amount of force. He flew to his feet instantly, his strength returning, and the both of them dashed out of the park and headed in the direction of home. Finally blinking over at his savior, Midoriya’s eyes focused on his friend Bakugo—who currently had a big grin on his face.

“Did you see that!?” he laughed, turning to face Midoriya with an off-putting amount of enthusiasm, “Wasn’t I so cool!? I sure showed them, haha! Stupid big kids!”

“Y-yeah! You were super awesome!” Midoriya agreed, grinning.

“Thanks!”

They both slowed down for a moment, sure that the others wouldn’t chase them now that they were in front of their house. Both of them paused to catch their breath, equally worn out from their small jog, until Midoriya suddenly broke the silence with a stress-induced sob. Bakugo whipped his head around in response, eyes wide with concern when he started to bawl.

“Wh-what’re you crying for, ‘Zuku!? We got ‘em! We’re safe!”

“It’s just—It’s just—” he was too young at the time to understand the feeling, but looking back, he must’ve felt so relieved to have a friend like Bakugo.

“H-hey, look at me, alright!?”

He placed his small hands onto Midoriya’s shoulders, allowing him a moment to pause.

“I’ve got your back, okay? Always!” he grinned, “I don’t care if you end up quirkless, or if I end up quirkless—you can always rely on me! I’ll be your hero okay!?”

Midoriya nodded pitifully, attempting to hold back his tears with some difficulty. “O-okay.”

“Don’t forget!”

He nodded again, harsher this time.

“Good!”

He then extended out a hand, and performed a secret handshake that Midoriya wasn’t familiar with. Bakugo helped him out though, teaching him the simple motions until he understood. By the time they finished, Bakugo was grinning from ear to ear with satisfaction.

“What was that for?” Midoriya sniffed, eyeing his hand as if he’d just grown it new.

“A secret pact!” he announced loudly, “Now we’ll be friends forever, so you don’t have ta worry if anyone will save you!”

Midoriya, at that age, took those words to heart in a special way. For good reason, he truly believed that Bakugo would always be there for him. Bakugo was strong, and always kind to him first and foremost, so Midoriya relied on him for just about everything. The possibility of things ever turning sour between them seemed entirely impossible in every way back then—even despite the small red flags here and there.

Midoriya nodded vivaciously at Bakugo, affirming his approval with an excited: “Mmh!” before going back inside for their afternoon snacks.

However, that time felt like an eternity ago, compared to his last three years of middle school. Life wasn’t so simple now. Rather, he lived under constant fear of Bakugo’s oppressive, watchful eye over him. He’d gone from being a friend, to being a pawn, it seemed—though again, he didn’t know why. Perhaps it had happened slowly—chipped away day by day as Bakugo took him to more extremes, promising protection in exchange for devotion. By now, the protection was long-gone though. There was nothing in the way of keeping Midoriya from getting tripped down the stairs, or having his hair drenched with curdled milk.

But yet there was Bakugo still—smiling next to him like nothing had changed at all. It was creepy.

The closest memory Midoriya had to the beginning of the abuse, was halfway into their first year of middle school.

Before that point, he’d only had inklings of suspicion regarding Bakugo’s perception of him. Technically, there was nothing stopping him from bullying him except for sheer loyalty. If that were to crumble, then he could easily become the most controlling person in his life by default. It was a dangerous balance that seemed only destined to eventually tip the scale, in hindsight.

Bakugo had stopped a little ways down the hall to their classroom. He was speaking with a group of two other people—a redheaded girl with a ponytail, and a dark-haired boy who was quite tall for a middle schooler. Midoriya truly wished he could’ve heard their conversation in full, because it was quite possibly the catalyst for Bakugo’s change in demeanor, but there was no way he could ever know unless he asked him now. Until that day came, Midoriya would have to make assumptions with just the sprinkling of words he’d overheard.

“…we hear you’re applying to UA after middle school, right? That’s pretty amazing Bakugo!”

“Aww, you flatter me guys!” Bakugo replied, scratching the back of his head bashfully, “UA’s been my goal ever since I was a kid. It’s kinda my dream to become the number one hero and all, haha.”

“Well, with your talent you’re sure to get in!” the boy replied, “I hear the exams are supposed to measure your quirk potential or something, so with a quirk like Explosion, they’d have to be idiots to let you slip by.”

“Right?” he chuckled back, “Just you guys watch—I’ll become the representative for this school as the sole UA alumni! It’ll put this place on the map for sure.”

“I’m sure the principal would appreciate that, haha.”

They chuckled for a minute as Midoriya gathered up his things from his desk, and peeked around the corner to look for him. When he spotted Bakugo, he almost called out—but seeing his other classmates (who tended to be more hostile towards him) made him hesitate. Instead, he paused in the doorway for another moment, and shuffled around the items in his bag to pretend he was looking for something while he waited.

“Say though…” the girl began, a quizzical expression filling her face, “isn’t Deku trying to get into that place too? He’s a total All-Might otaku, after all—it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Bakugo flinched. He flinched, and Midoriya noticed it quite obviously even from the doorway. It was rare to ever see him lose his cool, so for him to have reacted this way was so unsettling, he never forgot it.

“Ah, he did mention that bit,” Bakugo responded, some of his chipper attitude diminishing, “But I mean, it’s not like he’ll get in, so what’s the harm in it?”

Okay, ouch. he'd thought. Granted, he was no stranger to Bakugo’s brutal honesty, but for some reason hearing him say this so casually to other people than himself, really stung.

“Well, he’s a huge freaking nerd for one,” the black-haired kid answered, holding up a finger, “Some students get into that school with pretty vanilla quirks, yanno. Might as well be quirkless.” he leaned forward a little bit, “Wanna know why? It’s ‘cuz of the written exam. If you’re a genius—or in his case, a complete hero nut, you could get into something like General Ed, or the Support Department. Happens all the time.”

There was an eerily long pause that lasted at least three solid seconds before Bakugo responded with a bone-chillingly upbeat: “Oh really?”

Sometimes, Bakugo would make these facial expressions. They happened at the most random times, it seemed—he’d be upset, stressed, tired, but then he’d smile. Midoriya assumed for years that he was just a natural optimist. There could be a typhoon on the weekend, or he’d lose his homework, or step in a pile of dog poop, and he’d laugh it all off like it was a twisted comedy routine.

But then there were times when that smile of his would come purely out of nowhere. Something would happen that he legitimately didn’t like, and he’d just snap. Once, after Midoriya had laughed about a stroke of his bad luck, Bakugo smiled straight into the abyss and retorted quite coldly:

“Shut-up, Izuku.”

And then the day proceeded on like nothing had happened.

Even with Bakugo’s back facing him, Midoriya knew what his face looked like. That jarring, ever-present expression of his was the only fitting match for his current tone of voice.

“You didn’t know, Bakugo?”

He shrugged and laughed a little, “I did, but I forgot it could apply to that nerd. The kid’s smart, I’ll give him credit for that—I guess that means I might be in a little trouble then.”

Midoriya didn’t like where this was headed. A slow feeling of dread lowered onto his shoulders. At this rate, Bakugo’s likelihood of doing something unpredictable was going to increase. He tended to do that on occasion—sway Midoriya’s life in an entirely different direction, all on a whim or an impulse. Midoriya never understood the cause of these mood swings of his—it was just another mystery about him which despite all the notebooks he’d written in, Midoriya had yet to crack.

“You? Oh, please! He could never take your spot, Bakugo. The little #@*%’s quirkless.”

“Haha, I’m not worried about that, haha,” another odd pause. This time, Bakugo cut himself off and ended his train of thought with an air of question.

I’ve got to step in before this gets ugly.

Clearing the hall in three strides, Midoriya placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, hoping it would wake him up a bit.

“There you are, Kacchan! Let’s go home already.” Midoriya forced a smile on his face as he said this, his mind racing elsewhere. Kacchan only said that stuff because he’s a people-pleaser. He’s always been like that. This conversation is already over—I just have to pull him away.

“Hey, tell us already, Deku!” the red-headed girl shouted in a jeering tone, “What’re your plans for getting into UA again? ‘Hard work’, or some bull#@*% like that?”

“C-cut it out!” he turned to Bakugo with a slightly disheartened expression, “It’s perfectly possible for a quirkless student to get into UA if they can pass the exams, but that has nothing to do with Kacchan here. We’re both going to fight hard for what we want, so you can take your insults elsewhere!” he glanced frantically at the students, and then at Bakugo again, “R-right?”

They both gave Bakugo a rather scornful look; one that told without speaking, the words: “Is he serious?”. If Midoriya hadn’t had Bakugo by his side as his pillar of strength, he would’ve already been wailing in a pathetic heap by now.

“He doesn’t need you all looking down on him just because he’s friends with a qu-quirkless kid!” Midoriya stammered back, hating what he called himself, “Now come on already, Kacchan—”

“Cut it out Deku.”

The words spilled out of his mouth so fast, it gave him whiplash. An icy chill crawled up his spine at the realization of what his friend had just said to him.

“Deku”?

Bakugo then spun in the opposite direction of the classmates, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his face became less and less readable. Midoriya had nothing to work with again, other than that smile—though it was fainter than usual. He looked robotically stiff, and wide-eyed. Whatever his face meant, he was in deep thought over something, and Midoriya was becoming steadily more afraid of what that suspenseful “something” was.

“Deku-wha—?” he blinked foolishly, his tongue flopping uselessly in his mouth, “B-but you don’t—you said you’d never—”

“Ah? Something wrong with that?” he gave Midoriya a side glance, returning the corners of his smile back to his cheeks for a moment.

“Deku’s not… a very nice…” his words came out as a low mumble, but he was sure Bakugo knew what he was saying anyway.

Bakugo had never used the name “Deku” before. This was the first time. His classmates had come up with it while jumping him after school, and ever since then, the awful nickname had stuck. Of course, Bakugo condemned usage of the name, and swore he would never say it—especially since he was Midoriya’s supposed friend. So hearing him say it now, with no concern at all in his tone, felt like a literal stab to the chest.

“It’s got a nice ring to it—Deku,” he repeated, seeming to savor the taste of the word in his mouth as he drawled it out, “Forgot what it means, but it’s short and to the point. Kinda like you!”

He hovered his palm over Midoriya’s head to show their height difference, but the sudden shadow of his palm caused him to instinctually duck away in fear. Now in a half-crouch with his hand over his head, Midoriya was able to catch a glimpse Bakugo’s piercing, red eyes.

He regretted looking.

“Deku, you look better from this angle,” he said quietly, his words stinging Midoriya like hailstones, “…far away from me.”

Bakugo put his hand back into his pocket and smiled at him so hard his eyes squinted shut.

“Crouch any lower, and I bet I could see my house from up here, haha! You’re like a little green pebble, ‘Zuku.” unexpectedly, Bakugo gave him a hearty slap on the back which about knocked him over. “Come on now, let’s go—just like you said, eh? Gotta hurry home if we want to catch those All-Might re-runs!”

Midoriya was still shaking, but even if his friend was a menace in disguise, there was no way he could say no to that.

“Y-y-yeah—right. Right!” he stood up and brushed off his slacks, “I’m coming!”

Perhaps the most jarring part of that entire interaction was the fact that they did in fact, watch All-Might re-runs together that afternoon. And during their show, while Midoriya had gotten up to bring over a snack bowl, Bakugo all of a sudden blurted:

“Oh riiight. Deku means ‘worthless’.”

Midoriya sat down slowly next to him, staring with suppressed fear into Bakugo’s empty face. Sure enough, he was still smiling, even with his wide eyes glued to the television.

Midoriya swallowed harshly, turning to look at the tv too without saying a single word in response.

If you already knew that, then why say it?

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katsukiizmoon · 11 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓 ♥️🌶 ┊makeout sessions + BKG꒱

『♡』 making out, praising, affection, slow making out bc I know katsuki absolutely loves it,

Slow hands find grip on the fat of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles. The apartment AC whirrs, cooling the air around your warmed bodies. You puff out a short breath, hands trailing up his body.

Katsuki hums at the feeling of your hands on his chest, one hand coming to your lower back. He pulls you closer with a thick palm, licking into your mouth and savoring the way you taste.

Your lips break from his for only a moment, to breathe, before you’re back on him. Your thumb rubs over his nipple, once, then twice to get a reaction. He lets out a grunt and jostles you in his lap.

The TV long forgotten, murmuring in the background, you soak in everything he gives you. His thick fingers slide to grip your ass, pulling you closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

One of your hands comes to tug at his blonde roots and it makes him float. He kisses you, slow and lazy. He allows every noise you elicit to come to the surface, not bothering to suppress anything. You’re leaving a peck to his lips, slow and soft, and then trailing down his neck.

He hums again at your tongue on his skin. It makes him so hot and bothered- ready to spring into action. But today you’re moving so slow, the both of you. You’re taking your time like he’s going to disappear when you’re finished.

Katsuki resists the urge to buck up and allows you to suck deep purple and red splotches along his body. Unspoken rule that he’ll never bitch about the marks.

A thick, large hand finds his way to your hair and he lightly grips at the base of your skull so you’ll pull back and look at him. And god is he a sight to behold.

His lips are puffy and swollen, slick with spit. His face burns coral, prominent cheek bones and jaw line stinging with affection. And his eyes- oh, his eyes.

They stare into your own like he’s memorizing every detail of your existence. As if he was to carve a statue replica of you. And cherry irises flick down to your lips before his tongue is back in your mouth for the umpteenth time.

It makes a desperate, needy sound leave you. But in a slow, gentle movement he’s picking you up to lay you on your back. He takes special care to assure a pillow is under your head on the couch.

His hands wander, touching every part of your body he can in awe. And he starts to kiss, nice and easy again. Like he’s scared you’ll break if he moves too fast. He’s wearing the small, gold chain you got him for Christmas and it dangles, laying on top of your throat as he swallows up your love.

“My pretty little angel.” Katsuki murmurs, gruff and from somewhere deep within his soul.

You hum out in appreciation, arms winding around his neck and shoulders to pull him in. His length presses against your core but you make no effort to move.

You take the time to nibble on his bottom lip, massaging his shoulders with gentle hands. His hands take purchase on the back of your thighs and he rubs circles. His body, large and all muscle, lays so that he is slotted between you. Pressing against you in all the right places and ways, heavy.

“Yeah pretty ?” You gasp between kisses, and it’s got a sound one could only equate to a whimper coming from him.

“Prettiest thing on this earth, Katsuki.” And for the second time that day he whimpers, soaking in the praise.

He finds himself comfortable, ignoring the matter between his legs for the much more important one laid out in front of him. You invite him into your soul like he’s being offered tea and cookies.

You spend time like that, allowing one another to just be. To drink in praise and hold each other’s body so close it almost hurts. And Katsuki wonders what he ever did to deserve this.

Someone who’s willing to move slow, kiss him deeply and praise him all the while. It makes his head spin, his knees weak.

#kissing him nice and slow for an hour before you fuck??? yeah #masterlist #katsukiizmoon #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x yn #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo headcanon #bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine

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moominsuki · 4 months

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my favourite bakugou x you trope is the one where he randomly gets thrown 10 years into the future by a villain with you (or to spice things up, his current gf/ “situationship” who isn’t you) by his side and they discover that bakugou is a number 1 pro hero now who’s very established, agency and billboards - the whole nine and he’s chuffed, he really is.

he tries to keep a low profile as he doesn’t want to alter the future and change the past but he sees you across the street - decade older, very pretty you donning a wedding ring on your finger and he’s sick, practically throwing up when he also sees a baby in your pram that he’s sure isn’t his…

until he sees his future self exit a building and scoop you up into his arms, then leaning down to pick said baby from its seat - and the baby is the spitting image of bakugou.

he has to hide behind the alleyway bin to alleviate his breathing.

#this is my favourite trope #and you guys aren’t together 10 years prior so #katsuki NEVER cheats so he wonders how you both came about #he’s had. a THING for you but you’re beautiful and nice so he didn’t think much #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.

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beybuniki · 2 months

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Any bkdk Valentine art?:)

gay chicken

#i wanted to be upset but this ask is worded nicely :) and its valentines day so here you go #10k likes and i'll draw the part where bakugo chickens out #this is actually so good for a 1 min sketch #bnha #bakudeku #dekubaku #bkdk #yaoi #seme x uke #valentines day #asks

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theloveinc · 2 months

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OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.

Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood

head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺

so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...

it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!

and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???

....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...

LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.

(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)

#bakugo #HI PYGMY THIS WAS INSANE OF U TO SAY THANK U PYGMY MY BFFL #but sorry u said this and i had to rip the idea right out of your hands and put it straight into my mouth #i feel like i'm high on a drug i really do #bakugo doing that thing where he he refuses to leave baby or u for long periods and fights being told to go do something nice for himself #he's showing up to his first guys night in like 6 months and doesn't know what do with himself #needs a baby picture once and hour #and he gets home to baby asleep in the crib and YES he's upset he missed bedtime but also like. wow. alone time with y/n.#and he just wants to hold u🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and watch a movie and be together #and he;s finally at a point in his life when he's able to admit vulnerability and talks abt feeling like an inadequate dad.#and finally u just have to shut him up by fuc-[redacted for profanity]#oh my god gonna think abt this all night #ALL NIGHT I LOVE U PYGMY #caitie things #kids tw #gen #pygmy lurks

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pettydollie · 4 months

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˚♡ ⋆｡˚ my girl tf?

summary: bakugou's friends think you're just a joke wc: 1.3k

"morning, bakugou-kun!"

katsuki's friend left a friendly slap his back as greeting. he simply nods in response as he entered the classroom with people crowding around him. his gaze softens as he sees you sitting at your desk going over notes.

you look so calm and sweet. that's something he loves about you. your aura. you're always gentle and it just makes katsuki love you even more. the two of you were in an established relationship as of last friday where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

but since then, nothing had really changed. except now, he gets to kiss you and hold your hand like a lovesick puppy. he gets to call you "baby" and "cutie", names that he refrained from calling you when you were just friends.

you nod your head unconsciously as your eyes scan the page in front of you. you had headphones in, understandably as bakugou's friends were very ehm loud.

the only thing that hadn't been discussed yet was how you felt about school. does he get to show you off? should he pretend you're just friends? he decides for now, he'll play dumb and act like your close friend.

he walks over to his desk, sits down, and leans forward to tap you on your cheek with his finger. you grin, turning around and pulling off your headphones. "mornin'" he greeted, forcing himself not to wink at you as his friends were watching.

"hey," you spoke softly. GOD YOUR VOICE IS SO CUTE. he taps your cheek again. "i gotta ask you somethin'." he muttered, staring into your eyes. you nodded, edging him to go on. "how d'ya feel about all this? d'ya want me to pretend we're just friends or.. those idiots won't bother ya, i promise-"

you smile at his thoughtfulness. you brush his cheek with your thumb. "no, i don't care." you kissed where your thumb was rubbing on his face. "WHAT?"

you and bakugou's heads turned simultaneously to see a group of people jaw-dropped at your previous action. "what's wrong with you idiots now?" katsuki frowned.

"she just- how- why did she.. i-" the group of boys stuttered.

"who the hell are you?" everyone exclaimed. you were about to awkwardly answer when bakugou rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"my girl, the fuck?"

the boys standing all shared a look. “ohhh okay..” some winked while others laughed dryly. they walked to their seats so class could begin.

“i wasn’t expecting that response to be honest.” you added, playing with his fingers. he nodded. “me either.”

you turned around for a moment, grabbing something before handing katsuki your notes. "did you study?" "no." "why not?" "'cus i wanna study with you"

you smiled sweetly and turned around as aizawa begun the class.

the class ended and bakugou abruptly grabs your backpack and books. he slings your bag over his shoulder and holds your books on one arm, the other pulling you to stand up before wrapping it around your shoulder. you formed a little upside down smile and lean into his side. "thank you." you whisper shyly.

you two walked through the halls, people’s eyes falling on you. you feel judged as girls whisper and shared mean giggles. you were so used to being invisible and katsuki was highly aware of that. he squeezes your arm as a way to tell you “ignore them”

bakugou leads you to the cafeteria where he brings you to the popular table. it’s cliche, but these weren’t nice popular kids. they scan you up and down and the only reason they play nice is because you were with bakugou.

"sooo, are you new here?" a girl asks boredly, not even looking at you and attempts to puts up a kind facade. the girl sitting across from her shakes her head, "that's l/n, i have her in aizawa's."

"ohhh okayy," the girl drags out, not really caring as she eyes bakugou shamelessly. he made an ick face and scooches closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

the perv you recognized to be mineta moves near katsuki and grabs his shoulder, causing bakugou to turn around, about to throw hands.

“you’ll win the bet, i’ll cheer you on.” that fool whispers not so quietly to katsuki with stars in his eyes. “what’s the prize anyway-“

katsuki shoves him off immediately. “there's no bet." he huffs, going back to eating.

"wha?" people look up curiously. "you heard me!" bakugou barks in reply, his eyes filling with annoyance. you just sit there quietly like you always do. you're not really sure what to do in this situation anyhow. do you calm him down (which you dont know how to do), run away, yell at them???

the table starts laughing, shocking you. mineta is laughing his ass off and adds, "do you really expect us to believe that, bakugou? she doesn't even talk!" wow that was uncalled for. your face twists into an awkward look, knowing that he was right.

bakugou twirls a piece of your hair and scowls at the group.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE US ALONE, MORONS!" he stands up with tiny explosions coming out of his hands. mostly everyone stops speaking, some even muttering apologies.

"oh man, my sister is gonna be so pissed." a boy chuckles. another boy smirks. "your sister? man, think of camie! she's gonna beat her ass so bad."

"camie? no, camie's my friend." you blurt out. the table turns to look at you, raising eyebrows. "really?" "is that so?"

well, you weren't completely lying. you were friends with camie's younger sister but you've only talked to camie a few times before. you were feeling annoyed and how come these people think they can talk all they want about you right to your face?

you stay quiet nonetheless and grab your food and belongings. bakugou immediately stands up with you and you could say that slight concern was written on his face. you look down for a moment before you walk away to your dorm.

katsuki follows silently. once you make it upstairs, you quickly unlock your door, about to close it before bakugou holds it back. "don't shut me out."

you weren't even mad. you weren't sad either. you just wanted to get out of that environment. you didn't want to be harassed and made fun of like you were in junior high.

though you stand like a deer caught in headlights at bakugou's comment. "i'm-i'm not. it's not you, i promise." you sigh with a slight smile. "i just- i don't know. can i talk to you later?"

he looks taken aback and you can tell he's trying not to explode, which you appreciate. "i- yeah. sure, call me or somethin'." he kisses your cheek shyly and closes the door.

a few hours later, you decide that you don't want anything to do with katsuki's friends. they're his group of people, but not yours. and besides, you're dating him. not them.

you leave your dorm and walk to katsuki's. you knock softly and hear the heavy footsteps coming. the door opens widely and you're pulled inside. "hey- oh"

"are you gonna dump me?"

"what?- no!" you shake your head aggressively. he physically relaxes and you grab his hand. "i just would rather have this be between us." you suggest, staring at him lovingly.

he nods. "thas' fine."

"mmkay." you hum, grinning. the two of you stare at each other like rory and jess when they start dating before he finally invites you to watch a movie.

a/n: bye midway through, i kinda forgot that they just started dating and i made them so comfy with each other already. not that u guys are awkward but wtv lol

#also sorry this is kinda crappy #AND HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THE BANNER??#first time making one #be nice to me pls #anyways #katsuki bakugo #bakugou #bakugou x reader #college au #mha x reader #fem reader #y/n #bakugo x y/n #h3artands0ul #sorry banner is kinda blurry #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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ms0milk · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

On a diplomatic trip far from home, Prince Bakugou must contend with his hatred for you. A woman who lives to take orders. The last thing the warrior prince needs is a babysitter but it’s a feat, not a coincidence, that you are the only apprentice to the captain of his royal guard. Feasts, balls, and festivities await you and your new friends at Takoba, and in the seaside kingdom you must reconcile with the idea that your prince is not so noble as the queen who raised him. All while something half dead and long forgotten festers on high tide.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 [𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔] prince!bakugou x royal guard!(fem) reader, slow burn to eventual smut. y/n has a personality and it is business formal, she grows. individual chapters will have specific tags-warnings-ratings— in general please expect violence/descriptions of injuries, strong language, two aloof fools, the classic motley bnha crew, seaside shenanigans. bakugou is an absolute piece of work, y/n is professional to a fault and it drives him insane. travel companions ー civil teammates ー genuine enemies ー confused friends ー lovers. plenty of ridiculous tension accompanied by angst and 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄

❂ ー 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this story has been my baby over the past few months (was this a direct response to mha ch 362? yes) — so I hope you cherish it as much as I do. I am not immune to roy/riza (fmab) and many of the dynamics in this au are heavily inspired by their relationship! just gotta build up that trust first (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ be prepared to absolutely hurtle this man out of harm's way TAGLIST | AO3

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆. ✦

You terrify him and it breaks his heart.

𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

In the warm forests of Aldera Castle you and the prince grew up in periphery. A soldier without magic and the boy who never spoke to her. Suddenly, he is your only responsibility.

𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

With the first day of travel under your belt and introductions well collected, your Alderan company finds time to unwind together. Thankfully, nothing bad ever happens around a campfire.

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

Are all carriages of the east made for prisoners of war? Prince Bakugou despises the close quarters and their snagging silver fixtures, but it is a special kind of fate that would deliver you to the safety of the sea and to the feet of the fire that bars your entrance. And deliver you together at that.

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞

Hats off to dying!

𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

What a vivid dream you’ve made, of the prince and his heavy hands wrapped around your body.

𝒔𝒊𝒙. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐚

It is at exactly the wrong moment that you realize where all the guards have gone, and just how desperate you must appear for the prince to take such pleasure in destruction.

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

Would he treat you this way in the presence of others? Is it only when you're alone that hell raises?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

In the immortal words of your prince, this was a dogshit idea for a dinner party. You are haunted by blue flames and scarred ghosts no matter how hard you focus on work, and a punishment for your distraction is in order.

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭

He has no right– your prince is a hypocrite and alone in a haunted seaside garden confrontation is, finally, inevitable.

𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

You will eat the flame mage alive before he lays a finger on your prince, but why gods has Bakugou chosen now to fear for you? To treat you so gently?

𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Thirty-one hours awake and every second spent thinking of you.

𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆. 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Gods help anyone that might try to hurt you, even if that person is the ocean, or a god– even if that person is you. You finally find your prince's bedchambers after a fight at sea.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠

The end of your fever comes with realizations. What happens when two people unable to speak stand too close for too long?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

You always think you're well enough to train and if Bakugou has to tie you to a hospital bed himself he will, but he doesn't mean to watch you win for so long and he certainly doesn't mean to join you.

𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

Can devotion come before forgiveness? can you control it? the last two sober Alderans carry their friends to bed.

𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

You don’t mean to bite him, he startled you. You don’t mean to laugh together or beam about magic that is not yours. You do not mean to kiss him.

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

(3/11)

#wanna be tagged?#leave a nice comment or fill out my taglist form!#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #mha #mha fantasy au #mha x reader #bnha #bnha fantasy au #bnha x reader #fantasy bakugou #fantasy bakugo #a hymn to black water

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xpyray · 9 months

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A loose redraw of that Horikoshi drawing

#mha #bnha #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #shoto todoroki #third wheeling shoto is always a must #bkdk #bakudeku #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #but for real the development of their relationship is so nice #also it was so unexpected i got a whiplash from it

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artsy-alice · 1 year

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it's their season 💜💙💗

(i am this 🤏 close to making an actor au)

(mitsuri is the one who posts lives/reels on the set while on break from taping & her social media is filled w bts photos & the cast hanging out on their free time)

(genmui are boyfriends irl. they didnt share a lot of scenes during their season/arc, but they were so cute on set the writers decided to write them closer together during the final season)

(ssshhh i'm coping. I'M COPING.)

#genmui #shinazugawa genya #tokito muichiro #kanroji mitsuri #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #genya looks baby when he's not being an angry pomeranian bakugo #BREAKING IN THE NEW TABLET #IT'S NICE #(art)#(fanart)#(april2023)

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http-tokki · 6 months

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am i nice to you?

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, angst, drunk reader, unrequited love, established friendships, ~ wc: 1k ~ And I sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night, With no one else in sight - Drunk Walk Home : Mitski ~ "Why doesn't he like me?" "Cause he's an idiot."

Part one is here x

Bakugou finds you sitting on the curb in the middle of the night while coming home from the gym. He hadn't known it was you when he stopped; he just stopped because what kind of person is he if he drove past a woman sitting in the gutter? But as he shouts at you from within his car, he realises who you are.

"Why didn't you call me?" he pulls up the park break. "I gave you my number for this exact reason!"

"Bakugou?" your voice is hoarse.

"Yes, we’ve done this bit before now why are you outside!?"

Katsuki throws open his door but reaches back into the car and retrieves a jacket. He doesn't check for traffic as he steps into the street, gait purposeful in order to reach you before you're swept into the night. You sniff again, using your hand to wipe at the tears that have frozen to your skin and by the time you look up again, he is standing above you with a jacket held out.

"Why are you in the street?" his tone gruff.

"Because the night is pretty, and I want to enjoy it." You lie.

And he stares at you, right brow raising in question. You stare back, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you fight a frown. He notices your dress, pretty and black but way too short to be worn in the dead of winter, and then your tiny handbag and high heels that had been kicked off.

"Are you-"

You burst into tears, unable to hold them back and cry into your hands.

Katsuki winces, unable to deal with emotion, but for you, he'll try. Crouching down to your level, he wraps his jacket around your shoulders and sits beside you on the dirty curb. He doesn't know how to do this and has never needed to comfort someone before, but you desperately need someone, so he sits there while you cry. He lets you lean your head on his chest and cry until you're wheezing.

"Okay, you need to stop." Katsuki frowns, pushing at your shoulders. "you're going to hyperventilate."

You don't stop.

Falling back into the grass, you cry into the night sky. Blubbered words are shouted into the sky, heartbroken sobs echoing through the desolate street as you empty your soul to the universe and classmate sitting beside you.

"Why doesn't he like me?" you ask quietly, hurt in every word.

"Cause he's an idiot," Bakugou replies, knowing you hadn't asked him the question, but he has the answer.

"You don't even know who I'm talking about." your retort is slurred.

"I know it's the guy you wore this all for." he lightly kicks your bare foot. "He's stupid."

This is his attempt at comfort.

"He is stupid", you agree, tone lifting slightly. "but he's so nice to me." you sigh, hands clutching the dress at your chest.

"You're crying in the street; how nice can he actually be?" Bakugou frowns, bending forward to pick up your shoes and bag from the gutter. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

You shake your head and sniff. "I don't want to go."

Katsuki knows you're drunk, knows you're probably gonna hurl anytime soon, but he needs to get you out of the cold before your fingers and toes freeze off. He turns to you, bag and shoes in one hand and reaches for your shoulder.

"Come on, let's go." he encourages you to sit, hand slipping between your shoulder and the grass below, but you don't move.

"Can you just sit with me?" Katsuki has never heard anyone sound so small, so torn apart. "Please, 'Suki."

Bakugou pauses at the nickname.

"You're going to get frostbite." He mutters, dropping your belongings in favour of tugging his jumper up and over his head to drape over you as you lay on the earth.

You look at him, a frown etched into your pretty face and tears welling in your red eyes. His heart breaks at how pathetically gorgeous you look. How, even after sobbing your eyes out, you can still manage to hold him in the palm of your hand and bend him to your every whim.

"Five minutes" is the answer to your plea, and he lies beside you.

Shoulder to shoulder, you rest on the road verge and stare into space. Katsuki can hear your sniffles from beside him and feel your body move with each shaking breath. He doesn't know what else to do, how else to comfort you in a platonic way, how else to make everything go away, so he does what he thinks he should do.

Slipping an arm under your shoulders, he hauls you into his embrace, and when no protest comes from you, he guides your body to lay against his. He lays your head against his chest, your arms following his instructions to wrap around his chest and legs tangling with his; you feel warm. Warmer than you've felt in a while. Bakugou's hands glide up to the base of your neck, sliding into your hair and anchoring in the roots.

You lift your head to face him and find him looking down at you. The hand not in your hair skims over your jaw, cupping your face with a gentleness you never knew possible. You had never been held like this, with such tenderness and reverence as if you were something out of this world.

A shaky sigh leaves you.

"Am I nice to you?" Katsuki asks softly.

You nod.

Katsuki ghosts his thumb over your cheek, swiping up the remnants of the tears that escaped your diligent wiping. You stare up at him, galaxies swirling within your glassy eyes, and it takes everything in him not to lean in and kiss you. His muscles tighten at the impulse, soul pushing him forward to make contact, to seal the fate of your friendship into something more with a simple peck, but he can't. He can't make that move after you have poured your heart out to him. It wouldn't be fair. So, he pulls back from you. Breaking contact and sitting up to collect your things.

"Five minutes is up", he murmurs, returning to collect you. "Let's go"

He watches your face fall, hope fading from your eyes as you sit up.

God, he was an idiot.

a/n: the way i relate to this song is unreal. I remember sitting on the side of the road once throwing up and crying my eyes up all because a guy I liked didn't like me back but I didn't have bakugou come and get me, I had to pick myself up and walk to the train station alone lmao

#💐http tokki #it’s 12am pls be nice I’m tired and need to upload this #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader #bnha fanfic #katsuki fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou angst #one shot

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