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yaimlight · 1 year

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Pairing: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki x gender neutral reader

Warnings: like 3 swear words and the briefest most vague hint of sex might of happened at some point

One thing Katsuki hates is people being all up in his business. Now that he’s number two people seem to think they have some sort of right to him, like he doesn’t get to have a private life now that he’s finally made it to the top. Well, the top bar one but Katsuki had given up thinking he would ever make it to the number one spot a long time ago. Deku was too much like All Might for that to happen. The point is that it pisses Katsuki off. He’s a private person by nature and he can’t stand those nosy extras trying to force their way into his life when they had no right to be there.

That’s why you decide to keep whatever it is going on between the two of you quiet, at least whilst it’s still new anyway. He doesn’t want you getting hounded by the press and his crazy ass fans and you don’t want to deal with the inevitable gossip and hostility your relationship would bring. His fans really were crazy and you had seen before how vicious they could be when it came to the people Katsuki dated, deeming them unworthy of his attention and making sure they knew it too.

Katsuki doesn’t even tell his friends, often making up lies and excuses about staying late at work when in reality he was halfway across the city, hood up and face mask on whilst he snuck into your apartment building. It’s not that he doesn’t trust them, it's just easier this way. The less people that know the less likely it is that it will get out about your relationship. Plus Katsuki kind of enjoys it, having you all to himself. It’s stupid and selfish, he knows that but he likes knowing this is something just for him, for the two of you to enjoy without all the stress going public would bring.

The problem is though, as the months go by and your relationship starts to get serious Katsuki finds that he doesn’t want to hide it any more. He spends more nights at yours now then he does his own apartment, half your closet and draw space now full of his clothes. He even keeps a spare set of his hero uniform at yours in case of an emergency. It’s all sickeningly domestic. Katsuki actually likes listening to you talk about your day whilst he makes dinner, looks forward to cuddling up on the couch whilst you watch trash tv of a night and he definitely enjoys sharing a bed with you, feeling you curled up against his side as he drapes himself over you. He enjoys the other stuff you get up to in bed as well but there’s something strangely pleasing about waking up with you in his arms.

So yeah, Katsuki’s at the point now where he wants to stop hiding, wants to proudly show you off to the world and maybe move all his stuff into your apartment. Katsuki had never been good with feelings and talking about things though so he has no clue how to approach the topic let alone ask for more from you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about going public, you never having mentioned anything about wanting to stop sneaking around and take the next step in your relationship. Katsuki doesn’t want to ruin things between the two of you, doesn’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to so he keeps his mouth shut, letting the feeling stew as he tries to work out how invested in this, in him, you are.

The two of you worked well together, better than Katsuki had gotten along with any of his previous partners. It’s why he felt so comfortable around you, why he had let things get so far with you when normally he would have called it quits months ago. Sure the two of you argued every now and then, every couple did and though you came across as calm and mild mannered you could give as good as you got, your temper burning just as bright as Katsuki’s. It’s one of the things he liked about you, the fact that you didn’t back down and stood your ground, even if it did frustrate the hell out of him sometimes.

You were good together and Katsuki was pretty sure that if he asked you about making things official you would say yes but there’s that little bit of uncertainty that keeps him from just blurting it out over dinner. He almost brought it up a couple of times, had come close to asking you to some agency event or charity thing but he had chickened out at the last moment. Something he had berated himself for as soon as he was alone.

Maybe it would be best to introduce you to his friends first, Eijiro first perhaps. Ease you in before he lets the idiot squad loose on you. At least the red head wouldn’t freak out and start shrieking at you like the others would, demanding to know things that Katsuki would rather they not and telling stories that were sure to embarrass him. He would still rather take that over the vultures that were the media and general public. At least with that lot he knew it was just because they were excited and happy for him, everyone else would just want to know for the sake of it, uncaring of whatever damage they might cause in their search for information.

In the end though Katsuki doesn’t get the chance to introduce you to Eijiro, to any one actually because the choice gets taken away from and it’s all his fault.

Katsuki had been tired, having been on shift for almost twelve hours and having dealt with one annoying criminal after another. It had been late, well on its way towards 3am and all Katsuki had wanted was to crawl into bed and wrap himself around you. He should go back to his own place, shouldn’t wake you up when you had work in a couple of hours but he’s selfish and unwilling to go a whole night without seeing you. He doesn’t bother going back to the agency to change, just uses his quirk to get up onto the rooftops and starts making his way towards your apartment building.

He’s not quiet. Doesn’t even think about it as he moves across the rooftops. He’s too tired to care, to even notice that he’s causing a disturbance and drawing attention to himself. He does try and tone it down though when he gets closer to your place, his tired and aching body protesting the continued use of his quirk. He still has to use his quirk though, his explosions seeming even louder in the early morning quiet.

When he finally makes it to your building he doesn’t expect to find you still awake let alone up and about. Yet there are you, dressed in your pyjamas and lent against the railing of your balcony, staring out across the sleeping city with a steaming mug of something in your hand. He doesn’t hesitate to jump from the roof, the boom of his quirk loud and echoing as he uses it to make it safely across the gap. You don’t even flinch as he lands next to you, staying in the exact same position and waiting for him to come to you. Katsuki’s feet had barely touched the balcony before he was moving, taking a few short steps to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into the curve of your neck. He relaxes instantly, letting the tension fall away from him at the familiar comfort of your body.

He lingers there for a moment, just a moment but it’s long enough to seal both your fates.

You sigh softly at the contact, sinking back into his body briefly before you’re turning in his arms and forcing him to take a slight step backwards. He grunts in displeasure at being moved from his comfortable spot but his annoyance is quickly forgotten when you lean up and press a quick and soft kiss to his lips. When you pull away you move back into your apartment, taking Katsuki’s hand and pulling him along behind you. He goes willingly, making sure to slide the balcony doors closed behind him and shutting out the rest of the world. It’s dark in your apartment without any lights on and it takes his eyes a few seconds to adjust, until he’s able to make out the shape of you in front of him.

You’re the one who strips off his uniform, deft fingers making quick work of all his buttons and buckles. His boots are left next to the couch and his gauntlets placed on the dining table whilst his clothes end up thrown over the back of the arm chair. You coax him into a warm shower, stripping off your own clothes and sliding in behind him. He lets you scrub the dirt off his body and rub shampoo into his hair, your fingers massaging at his scalp and leaving him groaning at the feeling.

He’s slow and sluggish when you get out, half asleep and only just able to keep his eyes open as you rub his hair dry. You get him into bed first, Katsuki’s eyes closing almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. He stirs a little when you get in next to him, Katsuki blindly reaching out for you and pulling you closer against his side so he can press his face into your neck once more. He falls asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking hold of him and the familiar smell of your shampoo and body wash lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

He’s rudely awoken a few hours later to the insistent buzzing of his phone. Groaning he had blindly reached for it, hanging up on whoever was stupid enough to call him on his day off without even looking. Still grumbling he had rolled over, expecting to be able to wrap his arm around you and go back to sleep. His searching hand comes up empty though and that’s what really wakes him up, Katsuki lifting his head with a scowl like he could will you back into the bed. He can hear you though, the low murmur of your voice floating in through the open bedroom door so at least he knew you hadn’t slipped off to work without saying goodbye again.

He’s reluctant to get out of bed, sleep already calling him but Katsuki doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to see you, if only briefly, before you leave for the day. His phone was still buzzing and Katsuki made sure to grab it off the side as he pushed himself from the bed and made his way out into the hall. There’s a load of messages and notifications along with what feels like a hundred miss calls from not only his agency but Eijiro as well as Mina. There’s even a couple from the old hag. That twigs Katsuki on to the fact something must be going on. His mother didn’t call him for anything other than an emergency and paired that with the fact it looked like everyone he knew had tried to get a hold of him in the last couple of hours it didn’t bode well. His phone starts to vibrate again, Eijiro’s name flashing across the screen. Katsuki was going to answer but then he walks into the living room and finds you pacing whilst whispering agitatedly into your phone and any thought of answering his own phone disappears.

You’re already dressed for work, your briefcase sitting abandoned on the couch next to his now folded uniform. You jackets tossed across the back of the chair, your keys sat atop it giving Katsuki the impression you had been on your way out when whoever was on the phone had stopped you in your tracks. You don’t look happy, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down in a frown as you continue to argue with whoever’s on the phone. You look worried and that’s not something Katsuki’s used to. He doesn’t like it, chucking his phone on the couch and stalking towards you so he can find out what the hell is going on.

The movement catches your attention and before Katsuki can even make it across the room you’ve hung up the phone, spinning round to look at Katsuki with a strained smile and tears in your eyes. Something bad has had to have happened, a sense of dread filling him as the worse case scenarios race through his mind. When he asks you what’s wrong he gets an apology, a torrent or words falling from your lips so quickly that you could give Deku a run for his money.

He can hardly understand what you’re saying, especially when the tears that had been clinging to your lashes start to fall. He tries to calm you down, wipes away your tears as he tries to get out of you what the hell had happened without showing his own growing panic. In the end you don’t tell him what’s wrong, you just hand over your phone with one of the local newspapers' web pages opened and Katsuki finally finds out why his phone had been going off so much.

It’s a photo, dark and grainy but Katsuki can make out the familiar silhouette he casts against the dull light shining through your balcony doors. It doesn’t need the rather large headline of ‘Heroes Secret Midnight Rendezvous’ to make it clear what’s going on, your shadowy figure leaning in towards Katsuki and head angled up towards him for a kiss. Dread fills him as he shakily scrolls down looking at the other photos that show the two of you kissing and then you leading him into your apartment by the hand. It’s obvious what people will think is going on, what the newspaper has presented it as and the thought of people talking about you like that sends a stab of anger and worry through Katsuki’s heart.

You're still babbling, what Katsuki thinks could be apologies or excuses about the images but he’s not really listening. Instead he’s paying more attention to what’s on your phone than what you're saying to him. A mistake on his part because he knows how his silence could be taken but he’s too busy trying not to get angry and lash out at you. This isn’t your fault and you don’t deserve to be the one dealing with the fallout. Not from him and not from the stupid extras whose attention you now have.

The article itself is rubbish, just describing the images and speculating about who you are and how serious things could be between the two of you considering the time he had turned up at the apartment and how there had been no hint of him having been in a relationship beforehand. There’s nothing in it that identifies you, nothing that could even hint at giving you away but it’s only a matter of time now until someone finds out who you are. It will be almost like a witch hunt, everyone sticking their noses into Katsuki’s business and digging around until they find that one little bit of information that will lead them right back to you.

Shit.

This wasn’t how he had wanted things to go. Yeah he wanted to go public, wanted to finally be able to take you out to all the best restaurants and away on romantic getaways but this was never how he wanted it to come out. He had never gotten the chance to ask you what it was you wanted, if you even wanted this thing between the two of you to be something more than a fling. What if, now that it was all out in the open you decided that this wasn’t what you wanted. That it had been fun and all but you weren’t actually interested in anything more with him? Katsuki couldn’t say he would blame you if you did, not with how his previous partners had been treated but he wouldn’t let you go without a fight. He was pretty sure he loved you and he would be willing to do a lot to keep you in his life, including going back to only seeing you once every week or so and not staying the night. It would kill him but if it was only he could have you in his life then he would take it.

It’s then, as he’s trying to figure out a way to keep you with him, that Katsuki actually registers what you’re saying and he comes to realise just how big a pair of idiots the two of you have been.

Frowning, he finally looks up from your phone only to find you sitting on the chair, head buried in your hands and completely unaware that you have given Katsuki the best news he’s had in a while.

He was right, you were apologising but not for the reasons he thought you would be. Whilst Katsuki had been panicking that you were going to leave him, you had come to the conclusion that he was going to do the same to you. You were taking the blame for the photos, apologising for having been out on the balcony when he turned up when you knew you shouldn’t have been but you had seen how tired he had looked on the news and you had been worried about what kind of state he would be in when he got there. Katsuki would have called you an idiot because it had clearly been his loud ass that had drawn people's attention to him but what comes out of your mouth next has his brain short circuiting and any form of rebuttal dying on his lips.

You tell him that you would understand if he wants to call it quits, that you knew he hadn’t wanted people to know he had been seeing you and now that it was all over the press you fully expected him to pack his stuff and head back home, never to look your way again. You’re not crying any more but it’s a close thing and you’re just kind of babbling nonsense but it’s everything Katsuki has wanted to hear because the next thing you say is that you’re sorry. You’re sorry because you didn’t mean to be so emotional, you're sorry because you had known that this wouldn’t last but you had wanted to have as long as you could with him. Because you enjoyed spending time with him but more importantly because you were pretty sure you were in love with him.

It’s an accident. Well Katsuki thinks it is anyway because you don’t even seem to register what you have just told him. Katsuki though can’t stop replaying the words in his head, over and over again on a loop that has his heart beating like a drum and a wide smile curling up the corners on his mouth. He feels like an idiot, standing there grinning like a madman to the point his cheeks are starting to hurt, not to mention that he probably looks a little psychotic right now but he can’t really bring himself to care. He had all the answers he needed now, knew exactly where he stood with you and he wasn’t going to let a single second go past without doing what he had wanted to do for weeks now.

He chucks your phone onto the couch in the vague direction of your stuff before stalking across the small room in a couple of strides. When he’s standing before you Katsuki drops to his knees between your legs, taking your hands in his and gently pulling them away from your face. Your eyes are red rimmed and a little puffy when you look up at, resignation in your eyes that quickly turns to confusion when you see him smiling at you. Your brows furrowed even more when he asks you out on a date and he has to repeat himself twice more before you actually seem to understand what he means when he barks out that he wants to date you like a fucking normal couple.

Now he knows how you feel he expects you to say yes to his proposal. What he doesn’t expect is for you to scream yes at him before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and causing him to tumble backwards onto the floor. His phone is still buzzing away on the couch and yours is making that annoying dinging noise he hates so much but Katsuki doesn’t care. He doesn’t think he’s ever been quite as happy as he is now, rolling around on the floor with you in his arms, exchanging kisses between laughter.

This wasn’t how he had wanted people to find out about the two of you and he really wasn’t looking forward to having to explain himself to the PR department or the grilling he’s going to get from the idiot squad but he can’t find it in himself to be to angry about the invasion of his privacy. He’s finally gotten what he wants and he’s damned well not going to regret a single moment of how he got here.

Now, how long after your first public date would be considered too soon to ask you to move in with him because he sure as hell ain’t going to wait that long again.

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nuppu-nuppu · 2 years

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Nervous

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obitohno · 2 years

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thinking about domestic! bakugo, who still adores you despite the fact that he thinks your habit of leaving your morning cup of tea to cool is a little peculiar—because who the fuck doesn’t like to drink tea or coffee when the temperature is near boiling point? who still adores you even though you repeatedly forget to hang out the washing long after the cycle has finished, or when you also then forget to bring them in because you’ve somehow failed to realise that it’s pissing it down outside. who still adores you even when you steal all of his hoodies, especially the ones he’s already worn, because now he’s running out of clothes to wear, god-damn it, just let him put them in the wash! who still adores you despite the fact that it drives him crazy when you poke him with your toes in the middle of the night, because even though he’s told you exactly a million times that your feet are cold, you still refuse to wear socks in bed.

who looks at you whilst you’re brushing your teeth, toothpaste dribbling down your chin when you grin at him through the mirror, and he still thinks: fuck, i love you.

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years

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Boop!

Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

Warnings: soft!bakugo

A/N: don't know what this is but yeah here you go

M.list

"Boop"

The silence that followed made your smile lift more, if that was possible.

"What....are you doing?" Raising his eyebrow at you, Katsuki looked at you not in annoyance or anger but in confusion and adoration which he thought he hid well.

Letting out a chuckle, you said "I just booped you"

Another silence followed with Bakugo gazing at you with furrowed eyebrows like he was trying to think of what to say.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Grumbling a soft "don't do it again", Bakugo turned back to the book he was reading with a light blush spread on his cheeks.

As some minutes passed, with him continuing to read his book with you laying on his lap, you spoke up

"' 'suki? "

Bakugo hummed in response, "yeah?"

You grinned, mischiveous glint sparkling in your eyes.

"Boop"

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call-memissbrightside · 10 months

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Katsuki would pack you lunches for work, and it’d be the cute little lunches with the bear-shaped sandwiches and flower shaped fruit carefully cut and laid the night prior.it’s healthy and yummy and all your coworkers are jealous when it’s lunch time with their day old ramen while you unveil an array of carefully curated meals. you don’t ask him to do any of this, he just does it to show you he cares and maybe there would be a little note reading “eat everything brat! have a good day— K” stuffed at the bottom of your lunchbox everyday without fail next to the carefully wrapped utensils that match the color of your lunchbox

#PLEASE #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #soft bakugo katsuki

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lovra974 · 1 year

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Bakugo and Fashion designer Reader

Fluff. Hate to love?

The fashion industry is not an easy world. Everybody knows it. It's cruel, grueling, tiring and unforgiving. You need steel nerves, cold blood and being resourceful to just get a chance in this world. Tears shaped but don't break.

It was with this mantra you were forged. Your childhood was made of the blood of your fingers by piercing them on needles. Your teenagehood was scattered by sobs you hold by being screeming at during internships. Your early adulthood was describe with the choking of anxiety, your first jobs, being badly paid, the rents, the deadlines...

The road was sinuous, but your dream was worth it. Tears shaped but don't break. All this years, your work made you stand out. You had ideas, brillant ideas.

Now in your thirties, you were the head of collection for Singular, one of the biggest house in the Japan fashion industry. The brand's creators were the infamous Bakugo. Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo.

It was an honor to work for them. You took great care of what they gave you, you were meticulous, handling your teams like a leader. You soothed your bosses worries, erased problems and put the brand into a new era. They were so thankful.

Masaru often put a coffee on your desk and Mitsuki gave you one of her rare praise. Everything was good in your life, everything except Dynamight.

He was the one black spot in your life. Since the day you came to Singular, he decided he hated you. You remembered the first time Mitsuki presented you to him. Without getting his hand out of his pocket while you were hanging yours, he looked you up and down then said, "You won't last a week."

It hurted your ego so much to hear a top hero degrading you like that. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even years after. At this time, you didn't know for how long you would work for the Bakugo. But today, it was your third year anniversary for Singular. And damn you were smug about it.

Not only you were the one to hold the post for the longest, but your name was famous too. So much fashion houses all around the world asked you to work for them.

What made you so famous? An idea you developed with the Bakugos. Civilians were the first victims to villains attacks. So you thought about clothes that could protect them. Fireproof, chockproof, warm, acidproof etc... The designs were cool, sophisticated playing with black and reflective fabrics so heroes would found the civils easily.

It was your masterpiece. Everybody fought to have clothes from Singular. There was words that the couple would pass you the reigns when they'll retire.

So today, the third anniversary of your entry in Singular, you had a shoot with some pro heroes for the new collection.

Mitsuki had asked (more like ordered) her son to model for the brand with some of his friends. The brand was made for the public good after all.

The blond had stop pestering you years ago. But he would still glare you think and try to not to be in the same room if he could. And yes, after all this time it still affected you.

"Goodmorning heroes! I'm really happy to see you! Singular is honored to have you shoot for us."

"Morning! You are Y/N L/N! We are honored Singular called us," cheered Deku. "I've loved the winter collection! It was so cool and thoughtful I've ask my designers to take inspirations from you."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

"He's right, your idea to protect civilians was so manly!" completed Red Riot.

You thanked them and directed them to the loges so they could change. You didn't look at Dynamight, it was useless. Your presence and your fame was enough of a revenge.

The blond eyes followed you, red irises tracking all of your movements.

"I thought you told me they were evils that managed to brainwach your parents." murmured Kirishima "They looked pretty cool."

"Shut it Shitty Hair."

Kirishima looked his best friend stomping to his loge. He knew him, there was something in his voice. He stopped counting the number of times he heard about this "Stupid designer working for his parents". He would always be talking about them when he came back from his parents' office. Kirishima had find some magazines in his house about them and Singular. He had them because it was "his parents stupid brand". And how they absolutely ignored him just before and then he's frowning like a... Oh.

Oh! Damn, it was happening!

When Katsuki went out of the cabin adjusting the clothes while frowning like there was a problem, well there was one for him. The clothes fitted him well. So well. He was used to good shit with his parents but that was next level. He couldn't ignore your work when you were all his parents talk about. Y/N this, Y/N recommended that restaurant, Y/N that, Y/N is so talented and intelligent... He hated you. Damn he hated you so much. Because he couldn't deny it was right. You were amazing and it killed him he was so mean to you at the beginning. Now you barely acknowledge his presence, acting like you didn't care!

Alright, he deserved it. But he didn't know how to change your opinion of him.

Kirishima waited for him with a big grin.

"You could have told me bro, that you have a crush on them."

"What again, Hair for brain?"

"Come on Bakubro! It's okay, you just need to talk to them."

"I'm not!" he swore blushing. "Listen, they hate me, I hate them and it's perfect like this."

"You're blushing Kachaan." intervened Izuku with a knowing smile.

"I'M NOT!!! STOP IT NOW, I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!"

Kirishima knew how Deku's teasing got the explosive man. The green head just needed to pock him a little for him to explose and spill it.

"It's no big deal, Kachaan. Even I can do it!"

"Shut it stupid nerd! You won't talk to them and I won't talk to them either!"

"Why? Are you scared that you might like them evenmore if you talked? I definitely should talk to them."

"NO YOU'RE NOT!"

"Then stop me!" smiled the hero while activating his quirk.

You admired your work. You were pleased with the result. The photos were amazing, showing the adaptability and the comfortability of the new clothes. It was more of a sport wear collection. The heroes were running uround and jumping, looking straight ahead or directly at the camera.

Your favorite was a Dynamight photography. He jumped over a barrier with his quirk while looking at the camera. His red eyes glowed with the light emitted by his explosion. A faint smile adorned his lips.

You understood why he was his parents muse. His charisma, his style, his drive were exactly what Singular was. Authentic. Bold. Energetic.

You were admiring the photography when Bakugo came to you. His friends pushed him towards you, shooting things you didn't understand. It had been a long day, they pestered him about you none stop. He caved. And now he swallowed, then remembered you were just a human being with nothing to be scared about. But damn he was tense. He waited for you to look at him but you didn't.

"You're satisfied?" he asked to gain your attention.

"Kinda" you said while hiding which photo you were looking. "What do you want?"

He didn't respond immediately. Like he was hesitant.

"Can we keep the clothes?"

A faint redness appeared on his ears.

"Yes of course, they were for you anyway."

He nodded but didn't say anything for a long minute. He cursed at himself in his head. Why was he fucking chickening out? Come on it was not that hard! Finally he asked you what he wanted.

"You've got plan for your anniversary?"

You blinked. You didn't expect him to know about your third year anniversary.

"I don't know... Maybe a restaurant and some good wine. I wasn't expected to stay this long in Singular after all."

The last sentence was for him and he understood it.

"Really? You're still mad about that? It was three years ago!"

"Exactly. We wouldn't have this conversation if I wasn't still there, right?"

He sighed. He should have saw it coming. He looked behind him at Kirishima and Deku.

"You know what? You're right. And be fucking honored I said that. I shouldn't have done to you... Whatever the hell I've done... three years ago !" he shouted.

"That's an apology?"

"I'm not done yet! I'm gonna do it right, not gonna gave you half-assed words and call it a day! You should go to the restaurant in the third avenue tonight, it's fucking amazing, the wine will be at your door when you come back. I won't bother you anymore."

"Why? What do you want to do ?"

"Nothing dumbass. Not a lot of people can prouve me wrong and you've decided to be one of them. So now it's my turn to prouve you wrong about me."

"You want to prouve me your not an arrogant bully?"

"Yeah, I guess." he frowned while crossing his arms.

"Well good luck Dynamight..."

You turned your heels, exciting the room. The blond in your back grinned. Lucky him, he liked challenge.

Your driver, when you got in your car drive you to the third avenue.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"The Three Stars Restaurant on the third avenue, I have received instructions to take you here."

You arked a brow. The reservation was made for you. Just like he promised, a wine bottle with flowers were waiting in front of you appartement after. It was going on like this for a few months. Flowers, warm meals, notes... You didn't wanna talk about how his parents looked since they learned who left flowers on your desk.

With time, the bitterness you felt in his presence slowly sooth itself. He was not the guy that degraded you on your first day of the job anymore. He was a friend, a confident, something more you didn't dare put a label on yet. It was a long road, it took time to strip off your suspicions.

One day, after reviewing the last touches of the collection, you found him in your office.

"Dynamight," you greeted. "What a surprise."

"L/N." He smiled, eyeing your sketches and mood boards on the wall.

"Do you need anything?" You tried to hide your giddiness. The blond smiled at you, it was soft and warm, his cheeks slowly tainted with a cherry color you wanted to bite.

He pounded his response. You had reciprocated his advances recently. You gave his parents a note with your number a few months ago. He felt hot when his father gave it to him. He waited a long time for it.

And here he was, his heart in a place far too vulnerable for his liking. His admiration, his amusement, his care for you bubbling inside his every nerves. He liked you. It was not a damn cruch anymore. And the number of time he checked his phone for you should angered him. But it doesn't.

Texting and calling you was fun. You kept each other company while one was on night patrol and the other on a desk sketching and organizing the next collection.

"You free tonight?" He asked. He knew you had nothing but it felt good to ask, to give you a choice.

You looked at him, Singular clothes on, casual pose, acting confident. A muse. A muse and so much more he was now. You felt comfort around him. You definitely remembered the arched brow of Mitsuki when she saw your lastest drawings. "Interesting this pattern... It looks like... Explosions ?"

Oh the smugness in her voice.

You were whipped. A year ago you hated his guts. And now... You were wrong. You could see it in how easily he cared for you or his parents. How dedicated he was in his work, just like you were to yours.

You understood him, and him you. You had a similar childhood. And both of you were looking for someone who would push the other to do his best. Was he that?

"Yeah, I am," you answered after looking at your calendar. "Why?"

He walked to you, pupils piercing yours. He radiated determination, but he was still cautious in his steps.

"I would like to take you to the restaurant. On a date." His deep voice scratched his throat, making you shivering.

But as Dynamight could be determined it was your choice. And that's what scared him. Just between his brows, you could discerned the tension.

You smiled and took his hands, nodding. A grin awoke on his handsome face.

"With pleasure Hero, I'm starving!"

"Have you eaten today at least, you workaholic?"

"Yes!"

"More than three bites?"

"Oh shush. I was busy!"

"Be glad my mother doesn't know about it. She would kill you for not eating properly."

"I guess it's your problem now, " you smiled. "Desappointed?"

He laughed, enterlacing your fingers and rushing to get out of the building. "Not at all..."

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #soft bakugo katsuki #soft bakugou

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kywaslost · 1 year

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You Dreamt He Died - Bakugou!Reader

A/N: This is based on a dream I had a few days ago about my own brother. Thought it’d make a good comfort fic.

Warnings: heavy mentions of sh and attempted suicide, car wreck, death

If one were asked their thoughts of the Bakugou twins before they had met them, they’d say they thought they’d be at each other’s throats. That there would be constant yelling and bickering between the two. But they were all wrong. You and Katsuki were the best of friends, the perfect sibling duo. You were attached to Katsuki’s hip, and he was yours. Don’t get me wrong, there was the typical sibling rivalry, but for the most part you and Katsuki got along really well.

So well, in fact, that you often had nightmares about terrible things being done to your brother. Especially after the sludge attack, and his kidnapping. You’d been there for both villain attacks. The sludge villain had attacked you, too, but the press never talked about you. And you were there when the League got a hold of Katsuki. They tried to get you first, but you were able to get to safety before they could get you. But you were there when you watched your twin get pulled into some type of portal, taken away from you.

You had night mares. Sometimes they were bad enough to be considered night terrors. That’s why it wasn’t odd to see you leaving Katsuki’s room in the mornings, or asleep hunched over the counter in the kitchen, or knocked out on the sofa. But it was also uncommon for the other kids in 1-A to wake up to you screaming, or for you to miss class to go to therapy to talk about your dreams.

Sometimes you wouldn’t wake up from your nightmares until the morning. That’s just what happened tonight.

Your dream felt so real. You vividly remember standing in a hospital room, looking over the foot of the bed of your dead brother. All you could remember was pitch black. Then headlights. You were hanging upside down. Then you heard the doctor. Died in a car wreck, what a shame.

Suddenly you were standing in the dining room of your childhood home, silent tears streaming down your face. You turned to your parents.

“Mom,” you croaked out. “I can’t see reality for what it is. I struggle with derealization. Tell me. Is he dead? He’s never coming home? I’ll never see him again?”

Mitsuki glared at you, malice in her voice as she spoke, “yes.”

‘Did I kill him?’ you thought to yourself, crying harder. Then it was almost as if time skipped forward, and now you were on the top of a building somewhere in the city. You felt fat wet tears stream down your face. You opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was blood. But it was your blood. A kitchen knife sat beside you on the chilly concrete roof. Were you trying to kill yourself? There was blood dripping down your arms.

You immediately pulled out your phone, pulling up Aizawa’s phone number. He had told you to always text or call him when you felt this way, so you texted him, telling him how you felt and what had happened.

Fast forward 8 hours, and this was his response:

Aizawa: Sorry, I was sleeping. I’m sorry about what happened, hope you’ll figure it out!

How you were still alive now, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you were now standing in one of the halls of UA, breathless. There, standing alive and well in front of you, was Katsuki. His backpack hung over one shoulder as he spoke to Kirishima over his shoulder.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was hard to breathe. Was this real?

“Katsu?” your voice shook. Katsuki’s head snapped to you, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you ran into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You hugged him tightly, not daring to let go. “Are you real?”

Bakugou hesitated, “Yeah? I’d hope so.”

You spent the remainder of your dream clinging to Bakugou’s arm, following him around. You missed your elected classes to stay with him, hoping to god that this wasn’t just a dream. That he’s alive and not dead by your own doing.

You startled yourself awake. You glanced around your bedroom in a panic, taking in your surroundings. You were in your dorm room, and moonlight streamed in through the cracked curtains of your balcony. You stumbled out of bed, tripping over your weighted blanket as you stumbled over to your bedroom door. You threw open the door and ran into the hall, leaving your door open as you ran to the elevator.

You weren’t sure where you were going, but you ended up on the first floor of the dorms. When the elevator dinged and you stepped out, all lights were off, except for the lights in the kitchen.

“Y/N?” a soft, confused voice called from behind you. You whipped around, hands pressed to your chest as you heaved in quick breaths. Your eyes landed on Izuku, standing in the entryway of the kitchen. His grey hoodie hung lower on one side, and covered his hands. He looked tired, and worried. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Where’s my brother?” you asked with a whimper.

“Kacchan?” Deku asked, coming closer to you. “He should still be in bed.” Izuku placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, eyebrows raised in concern. “You’re shaking, N/N. Why don’t you sit down for a moment?”

You shook your head, then wiped the tears streaming down your face. It was getting harder to breathe. “I want Katsuki. I need to see him!”

“Ok,” Izuku said calmly, running the hand that was on your shoulder up and down your arm. “Here. Let’s sit down, and I can call him, ok? Then he can come down here. Is that alright?” You nodded, following Izuku as he led you over to the living room. You took a seat next to Deku and curled in on yourself, waiting for your brother.

Deku sat closely beside you, wrapping an arm around his shaking form. He gave you one last worried glance before pulling out his phone and opening Katsuki’s contact. A moment passed before the boy beside you sighed and took the phone away from his face.

“He won’t answer,” he muttered to himself. But you heard his words, and they sent you into hysterics. You cried harder, choking on your sobs. Izuku rushed to comfort you, pulling you into a hug. “No, no, it’s ok,” he said desperately. “I’m sure he’s just asleep. I’ll have Todoroki go wake him, ok?”

“Hello?” a tired voice came from the other end of the phone. “Midoriya, is everything alright?”

Izuku chuckled nervously. “Hey, Todoroki. Sorry to bother you. It’s just, I think Y/N had a nightmare, or something like that, and she’s kinda panicky. Do you think you could wake up Kacchan? I tried to call him but he didn’t answer.”

Deku could hear Shoto’s sheets ruffle as he got out of bed. “Yes, I can do that. Where are you?”

“Down in the living room,” Izu answered. “Thank you, Todoroki.”

“You’re welcome Midoriya.” Then the two hung up.

“Hey,” Izuku cooed gently, trying to calm your tears. “Todoroki’s going to get your brother, ok? I promise, he’s alright.” The green haired boy held you tighter. “Let’s try and get your breathing under control, yeah?”

Todoroki stepped out of the elevator and onto the floor Bakugou’s room was located on. He made his way to the blond’s door and knocked. “Katsuki,” he called.

There was grumbling coming from behind the door. “Who the hell is it?” Katsuki grumbled.

“Todoroki,” the icyhot boy stated.

“What the hell do you want at 4 in the morning?”

“It’s Y/N.”

There was a sudden commotion coming from behind the door before it was thrown open and a tired yet worried Bakugou stood in the doorway. “What happened?”

When Todoroki and Bakugou made it down to the first floor, Izuku had managed to get your breathing under control and your tears down to a minimum. When the elevator door dinged and Bakugou stepped out, Todoroki followed closely.

“N/N?” Katsuki called out quietly, reaching out for you. “What happened?”

You jumped from the couch and into the arms of your brother. “I dreamt I killed you,” you cried. “I killed you in a car wreck.”

“Oh, honey,” he cooed softly. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Bakugou’s crimson red eyes met Izuku’s, saying a silent ‘thank you’.

Bakugou rarely showed his soft side to anyone but you, but he was thankful that your guys’ childhood friend was there to calm you down, and that Todoroki was there to wake him up. You ended up going back to Katsuki’s room with him, spending the rest of the night with your twin. Thankfully it was now the weekend, so you could spend the rest of the day reassuring yourself that Katsuki was in fact alive and well beside you. But it was always nice to have him hold your hand and reassure you every once in a while.

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tigerlilla · 1 year

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act like you like me

(part two)

part one … part three

“sorry,” you shifted in the booth, “i’m nervous.”

he sighed. bakugo had messaged you last week about going on a double date with red riot and his boyfriend. you had happily agreed, totally fangirling.

“i don’t want to disappoint them,” you mumbled, adjusting your dress.

“just sit still and look pretty,” bakugo said. “you’ll be fine.”

you couldn’t even form a witty comeback, still squirming in your seat. your stomach was twisted in knots.

"bakugo!" you immediately recognized the voice.

"shitty hair," bakugo grinned, standing up from the booth. you smiled at the red headed hero and the hot blonde on his arm.

red riot smiled at you, "i'm glad i finally get to meet you."

you smiled, "the pleasure is all mine, red riot."

"kirishima," he replied, flashing his pointy teeth. "and this is my boyfriend, dylan."

the blonde beamed at you, "i've seen you in the news."

you laughed, "i've seen you as well." you remebered when kirishima and the model started dating, the positive and negative coments in the media.

"only my best angles, i hope," dylan smiled. you liked him.

bakugo and kirishima broke off into their own conversation.

“i loved you and bakugo at the go kart track,” dylan giggled, nursing a glass of something you couldn’t pronounce.

“god, that was two weeks ago,” you covered your face with your hands, “and it’s still being shared.”

“it’s cute!” dylan insisted. “pro heroes, they get yelled at by their partners just like us.” you smiled. “enough chit chat, we should dance!”

the thumping of the music had gotten progressively louder through the night. you played with the edge of your glass, admiring the lipstick smudge. god, when was the last time you were in a club? especially one for pro heroes and famous models.

you moved to tap bakugo on the shoulder as he turned to you, your faces much closer than you expected, “i’m going dancing with dylan,” you said. he nodded.

dylan grabbed your hand, pulling you into the crowd of bodies.

…

MODEL DYLAN RYLANT AND DYNAMIGHT’S GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED AT THE CLUB

DOUBLE DATE!! DYNAMIGHT AND RED RIOT TOGETHER WITH PARTNERS

DYNAMIGHT’S FRISKY NIGHT WITH GIRLFRIEND

you clicked on the last article, eyes drawn to the paparazzi pic of you on bakugo’s arm leaving the club, the hair you worked so hard on a terrible mess.

“pro hero dynamight was spotted leaving guy’s social club with his girlfriend alongside red riot and partner dylan rylant.” you continued to read, “fans were quickly drawn to a blurry picture of what seems like an intimate moment.”

another paparazzi picture. this one was from a phone camera, and showed your face centimeters from bakugo’s. your stomach twisted.

“bakugo and his girlfriend have yet to lay on the pda, but fans are hoping this is just the beginning of hot moments caught on camera.”

you scrolled through the comments; most positive. one in particular caught your eye, “couple of the year!! love them so much! love seeing this side of dynamight, he’s not a total ass lol”

you smiled and leaned back against the bakery counter, already thinking of what snarky comment to include when you sent the link to bakugo.

...

"see you, monday!" you smiled at your favorite customer. he came every saturday evening and bought crossiants and donuts for his family to enjoy sunday morning. his wife liked the berry crossiant with extra berries, he picked a ham and cheese crossiant, and he always got his sons donuts with sprinkles. last year, you made his twin sons an 8th birthday croquembouche with donut holes instead of cream puffs.

your reminiscing was interrupted by a call from dylan. "hey, wh-"

“where are you?” he said, sounding out of breath.

“at the bakery. what’s wrong?” you asked, quickly becoming concerned.

“your address was leaked, i just saw it-”

“what do- how? i-“

“i don't think you should be at the bakery right now. shit, i have to go. please be safe.” he hung up.

you pushed yourself off the counter, heading for the back room, already dialing bakugo, like an instinct you didn’t know you had.

the hero picked up on the third ring, “i’m at work, what-“

“dylan just called and said that my address was leaked and i don’t know what to do and-“

you heard him curse under his breath, “i’ll be there in a minute.”

“i don’t even know if it’s true or how he knows or-“

“calm down and stay in the back. i’ll be there soon.” bakugo hung up, leaving you feeling worse than before.

a quick search confirmed what dylan said; there was a whole thread of people talking about you, your real full name, where you lived, speculating how you spent your free time above the old bakery you worked at and why you dropped out of college. everything private that all might said he'd protect.

EVERY LIE DYNAMIGHT FED US ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND

you wanted to cry and scream and throw up. you were just looking at positive articles talking about how cute you and bakugo were last week.

you were too focused on the “leaked” picture of you walking into the bakery late one night, bakugo’s car in the background, to notice the pro hero stomping into the kitchen.

bakugo ripped your phone out of your hand. “we’re leaving.”

“this is my job,” you replied. “i can’t just leave.”

“that extra can fill in,” bakugo gestured to the high schooler playing on his phone in front of the oven.

“i-“

the entire building was filled with the sound of the bell on the counter being pounded over and over. “helloooo, is anyone here? i’m looking for bakugo’s girlfriend.”

you groaned. “i think me staying here would be worse. i’ll go talk to mr matsura and explain why you’ll be at the counter today, ichiro.”

hearing his name, the boy looked up from his phone, sputtering, “no, this is your mess. i’m not dealing with it. i don’t even-“

“oi! don’t fuckin talk to her like that,” bakugo barked, eyes locked on the poor kid. “no one gives a shit about your excuses, just do your damn job.”

the poor boy was terrified, eyes wide and a trembling frown. ichiro nodded and left, heading out to the woman still banging on the counter.

“that was really nice,” you frowned up at bakugo. “what’s wrong with you?”

“can’t even stick up for my damn girlfriend,” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

“thank you for sticking up for your poor damn girlfriend,” you put a hand on his arm. it felt like the perfect moment to peck him on the cheek, but you weren’t really his girlfriend and there weren’t any cameras to catch the moment, so really, there was no excuse for it. “i’m going to talk to mr matsura. help yourself to the fruit bars you like. i’ll be back in a minute.”

you walked over to your boss’s office door, knocking before letting yourself in. “good afternoon, sir. i am-“

the older man narrowed his eyes at you, “if you wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to replace, i’d fire you.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“at first i thought you dating that chump might be good for business. but you lied about where you worked, like anyone would believe you worked at a private financial firm,” you frowned at his insult, “and now it’s blown up in your face. take the rest of the day off. you better be here monday with all this mess cleaned up.”

“thank you, sir,” you bowed your head and slipped out the door. somehow the conversation had gone better and worse than you expected. you didn’t really peg your boss as the type of guy who read about who the pros were dating, but maybe you were wrong.

bakugo was not in the kitchen where you’d left him. he was not by the rack with the fruit bars. and he certainly was not the type to go talk to the lady asking ichiro for an interview about “the hero’s whore” (way harsh). to the boy’s credit, he kept his mouth closed.

you heard the thumping of his boots above your head and rolled your eyes. what a gentleman. you took the stairs by twos.

“why are you up here?” you asked, rounding the corner into your open bedroom. “holy shit.”

bakugo stood in front of your window, a giant crack spiderwebbing across the glass. “i heard a noise. maybe a rock.”

“oh my god,” hysteria wound it’s way up your throat. “they’re trying to kill me.”

“we’re leaving. get your shit. you’ll stay the night with me.”

you ignored him, rushing to draw the curtains on each window in your apartment. you weren’t sure if it would help, but it seemed like something.

by the time you got back into your bedroom, bakugo was picking through your closet, shoving things into a backpack he plucked off a hook.

he must have felt bad for you, for he softened just a bit, “i’ll call someone i know who sets up security systems, tomorrow. your window can be fixed too.”

“i don’t know if-“

please, just trust me.” he held out the partially stuffed backpack, gripping the strap with white knuckles.

“okay,” you replied quietly, taking the bag. you left out the back door ten minutes later, your stuffed backpack slung over bakugo’s shoulder.

…

you were quiet on the drive to bakugo’s apartment. there was too much to think about. you had texted dylan, updating him on what happened and asking for advice.

bakugo pulled into a big garage and turned off his car, sitting in the silence for a few seconds.

you wanted to reach out and touch his face, pull on the scowl he’d been wearing the whole day.

he turned, his red eyes catching on your face. “what are you staring at?”

“that ugly snarl ruining your pretty face,” you quipped back.

bakugo scowled deeper as you smiled. “whatever,” he grumbled as he got of his car, slamming the door behind him. bakugo led you from his private garage into the elevator and up the eleven floors to his apartment.

you held your tongue as he unlocked the front door. you couldn’t even imagine how luxurious his apartment must be. you slipped off your shoes, stepped inside, and frowned.

“be careful, you’ll get frown lines,” bakugo snarled as you frowned at his small apartment.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you asked, ignoring his comment. “this is tiny.”

“two bedrooms, one and a half bath,” he shrugged.

“you’re one of the most famous heroes in the world,” you gaped. “why do you only have one shower?”

bakugo looked at you like you were stupid, “why would i need more than one?”

“i… don’t know,” you frowned. “i guess i’m just used to people flaunting their wealth.” you looked around at the minimalist apartment; open floor plan with hardwood floor and eggshell walls, two rooms tucked off from the main space, a big kitchen with a bar, a tv propped on a quaint table in front of a sagging couch.

bakugo shrugged and walked off, your bag still on his back. “you can sleep in here. i’ll get new sheets.”

you followed him into the second bedroom. a bed was tucked in the corner, most of the room overtaken by a treadmill and an exercise bike and other miscellanous things shoved against the wall.

he must have noticed your gaze, he added, “i can move that shit if it bothers you.”

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind.”

bakugo placed your backpack on the floor and left the room for a second before coming back with pale orange bed sheets. you stood there and watched as he stretched the thin cotton over the bed, the muscles in arms straining against his black tshirt. he stood up turning back towards you, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “all might’s loosing his fucking mind.” you nodded and he left you in the bedroom by yourself.

you dumped the backpack out on the bed, immediately giggling at what bakugo had packed at the bottom; a short black dress, black sneakers, black jeans, and a black tank top. he wanted you to match him, apparently. tucked at the very bottom of your bag were your bright pink, fuzzy pig slippers. you nearly squealed.

your excitement was quickly overshadowed by bakugo slamming his fist on the wall outside the apartment and yelling something you couldn’t quite make out.

you tip toed outside your room, trying to snoop become more aware of your surroundings.

bakugo’s bedroom was beside yours, the door closed. you opened the door slightly, peering in through the crack. immediately you slammed your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. you opened the door wider, eyeing the bookshelf full of all might collectibles. magazines, books, action figures, soda cans; they were all there. holy shit.

“what are you doing?” bakugo barked, having snuck in after his intense call with all might.

you stepped back from the room, your eyes going wide, “sorry. i was looking for the bathroom.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. he pointed to an open door on the other side of your room, obviously the bathroom. “bathroom’s right there.”

"got it. thanks." you wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you quickly walked to the bathroom, sitting down on top of the toliet seat. you stayed there, knees tucked against your chest.

so much had happened recently. you met dylan only a week ago. you hadn’t even been dating bakugo for two full months. you were thrust into the spotlight and quite honestly, you should have expected it. what did you think was going to happen, everyone would love you and be perfectly content to respect your privacy?

you had to give yourself credit. you were handling it all super fucking amazingly. look at you, sitting in bakugo’s guest bathroom, completely composed even though your deepest darkest secrets were probably out there, floating on the web, and your address getting leaked was only the tip of the iceberg.

you were fine. you would be fine.

bakugo turned on the tv in the living room, flipping over to the news. you could hear through the walls. he would settle on a channel and then change it a minute later. it was obnoxious. he wouldn’t even listen to a fully story.

you opened the door as soon as you heard your name from the anchor, “wait, stop.”

bakugo barely spared you a glance before changing the channel.

“no, go back to that last one.” bakugo flipped to the next station. “can you please go back?”

he sighed loudly, going back to the channel talking about you. you caught the end of what they were saying.

“…was kicked out of ivy university’s hero costume design program and started working at sweetie’s bake house last year.”

another anchor jumped in, “dynamight works for all might’s agency, which has a history of working to protect the privacy of their heroes. concealing where she worked and her full name kept her safe. look what happened.”

“the agency’s statement claimed she had a different job, different background, and name. can we even trust that they’re actually dating?”

jesus. they were having a fucking round table about you on air. and they were right.

“also, look at who they keep as company. can we even be sure she’s actually a girl?” one of them laughed.

“turn it off,” you said quietly. but bakugo had already powered off the tv by the time you finished. you caught his red eyes focused on your face.

“hero suit designer, eh?” bakugo drew your attention to him.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “yeah, wanna hear my advice? throw away those ugly ass gauntlets.”

he barked out a laugh.

you took his laugh as an invitation to join him on the couch. so you did, sitting on the far opposite end, over two feet of space between the two of you. you frowned at the pile of folders sitting on the coffee table, “work on a saturday evening?” anything to not have to talk about what just happened on tv.

“yeah,” he grunted, pulling the stack onto his lap. “i’m already behind on incident reports and i have to complete my property damage assessment for the quarter and someone needed rescuing in the middle of my paperwork.”

you sighed dramatically, tossing your hand over your forehead, “o wise one, great lord katsuki, how can i ever repay you for rescuing me, a poor damsel in distress?” he gave you a dirty look. you dropped the act, “i can help you with your paperwork. what is it? signing your name on the line?” you took the folder off the top of the stack. “i’m sure i can forge your name-“

bakugo ripped the paper from you, snarling. “don’t fucking touch my shit.”

you quieted, pulling back your hand, “i’m sorry. i didn’t… sorry.”

he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, staying silent.

you quietly asked, “is there anyway i can help? proofreading reports or anything? i feel bad for putting you even further behind.”

the sun had begun to set, the lack of light in the room accentuating the dark circles under his eyes, the scar running down his left cheek. he stayed quiet, eyes focused on the papers in his lap.

you stood up from the couch, slipping back into the room you were using. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, noticing a hundred missed texts from dylan. you called and he picked up on the first ring.

“hi, how are you? where are you? are you safe?”

you smiled, “hi, dylan. i’m at bakugo’s apartment.”

“thank god. i’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“it’s not your fault,” you replied, picking at the orange blanket bakugo had laid across the bed. “this would have happened eventually.”

“it still sucks. i’m really sorry,” dylan sighed.

“it does suck. just a couple days ago i was a hero who somehow had clawed my way into the heart of stone cold bakugo and now i’m college dropout fraud.” the irony wasn’t lost on you. you were a fraud. you hadn’t unlocked bakugo’s heart, you’d clumsily fallen into his wallet.

“the media is ridiculously dramatic about everything. post a cute picture and they’ll forget all about this,” dylan replied.

“i don’t know. my work-“

“eiji, baby, i’m a genius!” dylan yelled. “i’ve had a wonderful idea. i’ll call you back tomorrow. and hey, i’ve had the terrible pleasure of knowing bakugo since eiji and i started dating and i know he’s a pain in the ass and i know he’s probably being mean to you about all of this stupid shit, but i also know that he cares for you and his piss poor attitude is him trying to show you that. i’ll have eiji kick him in the ass if you want me to, mkay? i’ll talk to you later, doll! call me if you need anything!”

“bye, i- you already hung up.” dylan was a fever dream. an addictive, confusing, amazing fever dream.

there was a knock on your door and bakugo let himself in.

he stood in the doorway, his shoulders somehow taking up the entire width. his red eyes were on you, so intense you wanted to curl in on yourself. “was that dylan?”

you nodded.

bakugo swallowed and you watched his throat bob. “i’m…” he swallowed again, “sorry.”

you blinked.

“i’m sorry for snapping at you.” he clinched his fists, like this was physically painful for him.

“it’s okay,” you replied, turning your face from him if just to relieve yourself from the burning of his gaze.

“no, you had a fuckin’ shit day and i made it worse and i am sorry.”

you turned back to him, still not wanting to meet his fiery eyes, instead focusing on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft slope of his neck, the small huff of his breath, the small scar by his temple that you’d never noticed until now. “thank you.” your eyes flicked up to his and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening and his jaw unclenching.

“did you want the money to go back to school?” he asked softly, as if he was scared to break the peace he just built.

“yes, but i also wanted a super hot pro hero boyfriend,” you bit down on your smile. “i secretly like the attention.”

the corner of bakugo’s mouth quirked up, “you think i’m super hot?”

“no, i’m using you to get to eraser head,” you taunted.

bakugo scoffed, “he’s old and ugly, been that way for years.”

you gasped, “take that back! i had his hero card framed and on my nightstand all throughout high school.”

bakugo laughed, his grin a devilish sight. “you never had my rookie hero card framed?”

“never even bought it,” you puffed out your chest.

“jesus woman, you’re killin’ me,” bakugo rolled his eyes, leaning back against the door frame.

“i haven’t even told you the best part,” you grinned. “i do have a hero card from your ua class; a signed shoto rookie card i payed a shit ton for.”

bakugo snarled, showing those pretty white canines, “yer just being fuckin mean, now.”

“obviously i liked the quiet, broody types,” you said, trying to contain your giggle.

bakugo looked like he was about to say something, but decided not to. he shook he head and walked out of your room. “whatever. are you hungry?”

you followed him into the kitchen, plopping down on a barstool. “i could eat.” you watched him move around the kitchen, his muscles slowly loosening, the stress in his face lightening. bakugo was loud and rambunctious and often overwhelming, but he had this grace and softness and fluidity that peeked through when you were looking hard enough.

“admiring the view?” bakugo smirked, saucepan in hand.

you blinked, startled out of your trance. you eyes had drifted to his chest, the fabric of his black shirt stretching over his pecs. “i am. thinking about how your hero costume should show more side boob.”

he hummed, “maybe i should get you a job in the costume department at the agency.”

“you have your own costume department? don’t most agencies just order from big brands?”

“it’s plus ultra, we have our own everything,” bakugo responded, tossing something else into the pan.

“plus ultra is such a dorky name for a hero agency.” you tilted your head, “why haven’t you and deku made your own agency yet?”

“running an agency is more paperwork than helping people. all might does the shit i don’t want to do,” he shrugged, dumping the contents of the pan onto plates.

“mhm, that’s why you came home with a giant stack of paperwork,” you raised an eyebrow. you knew better than to push him anymore, so you changed the subject. “where did you learn how to cook?”

“my mom,” he responded. “the old hag taught me to be good with a knife first, then flavor, and by then i liked it enough to keep cooking.” he slid a dish of pasta across the bar to you.

“thank you. you know, being good at cooking and high intelligence are deeply interlinked,” you said. you twisted up a bite of the pasta, knowing it would be delicious just from the heavenly smells. “you’re adaptable, make quick decisions, scrappy; all traits of a good chef and hero.”

“you bake, it’s the same as cooking.”

“baking is all about control, getting all the right measurements and techniques. it’s logical and straightforward. not like cooking at all. i’m a terrible cook,” you admitted.

“it’s not hard,” bakugo frowned.

“i wish i could make food that tastes this good,” you hummed, shoveling pasta into your mouth. he gave you his look of amused disgust, “sorry, i haven’t eaten all day.”

he smirked, pushing more pasta from the pan onto your plate, “eat up, princess.”

…

katsuki had told you he was going to bed 30 minutes ago. he had lied.

the day had been total shit. he wasn’t even sure why the media was so upset with you, but he was pissed about it. he was pissed about many things. but most of all, he was pissed about the folder sitting in front of him. the folder he had ripped out of your hands just a few hours ago.

he had known what was inside of that folder, who had dropped it off on his desk, who was getting fired on monday.

the folder sat open on his bed as he stared down at the paper inside of it. total fucking bullshit. he hated the press people at all might’s agency. he hated every one of his actions being picked over by a group of extras, predicting how it would effect his popularity polls, his hero ranking.

they were the ones who had pushed bakugo into your little agreement and now they were the ones wanting him to break it off.

he didn’t give a shit that his popularity poll had dropped by 2.3% today. he didn’t give a shit that you had “served her purpose” and were “dead weight now.”

couldn’t they see what a breath of fresh air you were? how his incident response satisfaction rating had increased by 14% since you two had started dating? that his popularity polls had been better than deku’s for the past month?

they had ate that shit up last week. you were an accessory to them, bakugo had realized. you were to be worn on his arm when they pleased and thrown away when they found something better, a new way to boost his ratings.

they even had included a goddamn breakup press statement in the folder. you had dropped out of college, not killed the fucking emperor.

bakugo picked up his phone, mulling over dylan’s text.

dylan (kiri): had a great idea on how to cheer up ur girlfriend. you haven’t been to our poker nights in sooo long and i think she would like meeting all ur friends. i can even post a cute pic of u the world will go crazy over. we have a private room at the club so it’ll be totally safe. it can be a cute lil date!!!

he replied, a short and sweet “k.”

dylan (kiri): yay!!!! i’ll bring the booze n the friends, you bring the hottie

dylan (kiri): hottie meaning ur girlfriend

dylan (kiri): i know u struggle connecting the dots sometimes xox

bakugo rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back on his bed, picking up the shitty documents inside the folder.

he ripped them up, dropping the shredded paper into the toliet bowl, flushing it down the pipes.

fuck it. he still had a month and a half left with you, whether his shitty pr team liked it or not.

…

“good morning, grumpy pants. you’re looking soft and cuddly this morning,” you smiled at a sulking bakugo standing in the kitchen as you slid out of your bedroom.

“it’s almost noon,” he grumbled, pushing a plate of eggs and rice across the bar.

“i was tired,” you shrugged, nibbling on a cold chunk of scrambled egg. “can you microwave this for like a minute?” bakugo gave you the strangest look. “why are you looking at me like that? it’s cold.”

“if you woke up at a reasonable time, it would have been warm.” bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, wearing his typical black tshirt and pants. “i don’t have a microwave, shitters cause cancer.”

you rolled your eyes, “jesus, you are such an old man. microwaves are safe, i’ve been using them my whole life.”

he raised a blond eyebrow, “maybe that explains the college dropout thing.”

your jaw dropped, “that was so mean! i dropped out because i was broke and they were going to kick me out if i couldn’t pay, not because i’m stupid.” you pouted, shoving his plate of food back towards him. “i think i liked it better when you ignored me.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. goddamn his stupidly cute little smile. “sure.” bakugo slid the food of your plate into a pan, placing it back atop the stove. his back was to you, his massive shoulders blocking the entire stove hood vent from view.

“anything exciting in the paper today?” you ask, reaching for it across the countertop. “i would read it, but i can’t read. dropped out of college, remember?” you heard bakugo’s scoff smirk and smiled. “anything about me?”

he turned back around, sliding the pile of steaming rice back onto your plate. “i think they’ve forgotten all about your college scandal, princess.”

you took a bite of the food, nearly burning your mouth. “mmmmnghff, ‘eally? il yam uz ight” bakugo waited for you to swallow and translate. “i said “dylan was right.” he told me the whole thing would blow over soon. now i just have to take care of my address leak.”

bakugo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. you hated that his arms looked so good when he did that. “i called a security company this morning, they can install a system by wednesday.”

your eyes widened, “thank you, katsuki. i appreciate that.”

he nodded. “you’ll be staying with me until it’s set up.”

“what?” you frowned, “i have work tomorrow. all my stuff is in my apartment, my clothes, my-“

“i packed you clothes.”

“you packed me a mini dress and pig slippers, bakugo.”

he looked at you, his pretty face completely neutral, “yeah, that’s what you wear.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. “oh my god, katsuki. you’re too cute.” the look on his face told you he didn’t understand what you thought was so funny. you gestured to the clothes you were still wearing from the day before, your long sleeve bakery shirt and jeans.

he scoffed, “fine. we can stop by your apartment and pick up a few things.”

you cocked your head, “and you’re going to take me to work tomorrow morning?”

he nodded, “it’s on the way to the agency.”

you shrugged, “okay. thank you for breakfast.”

bakugo took your empty plate, dumping it in the sink. “i am taking you somewhere tonight.”

“you’re taking me somewhere? where?”

“secret.”

you raised an eyebrow, “it’s a surprise?” bakugo nodded. “is there a dress code?” you frowned, “will there be paparazzi?”

he shook his head, “no, you’ll be fine.”

you sighed out of relief. “i’m excited. will you tell me where we’re going? have i been there before?”

bakugo grunted, pushing himself off the counter, “i’m not telling you.”

“is it like a date or…? don’t walk away from me! are you taking me on a super secret surprise date, bakugo katsuki?” you giggled as he slammed his bedroom door in your face. “are you sure all might didn’t put you up to this?” you yelled through his door.

“shut up.”

you laughed, walking the few steps over to the bedroom that’d be yours for a bit longer than expected.

…

“we have to leave in an hour,” bakugo said, plopping down on the only chair in your entire apartment.

“i’ll hurry,” you promised, slipping into your bedroom. your first stop was the shower and you couldn’t forget to pack your nice soaps for your brief stay at hotel bakugo.

you had made sure you packed the black dress bakugo had picked out so you could change into it after your shower. bakugo was wearing a dress shirt, so you figured you had to be going somewhere nice.

by the time you were dressed, your backpack was full of soap and clothes and your laptop and the cook book you were stealing recipes from.

“okay, i’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. i just need to put on my shoes,” you stepped out of your bedroom.

bakugo was leafing through the books scattered on your kitchen counter. fashion magazines were haphazardly spread out next to week old cups of tea and empty plates, a cookbook was opened to a croissant recipe, a newspaper with bakugo on the front had a crusty bowl of oatmeal covering up the best part of his costume, your favorite smut series was stacked against the wall.

“god, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled to yourself, balancing on one leg while you buckled your platform sandal.

bakugo turned to you, the sinking sun catching on his hair, making it look like spun gold. he was so gorgeous it made you sick.

you stood up, passing him your backpack bursting at the seams. “how do i look?” you asked, doing a tiny spin before looking back at him over the open back of the dress.

“like you’re going to complain about being cold,” he grumbled, leaning against your kitchen wall. bakugo held out the jacket tucked under his arm.

you narrowed your eyes, but took the jacket, slipping into it. his big black zip up probably ruined your adorable little black dress, but bakugo was right. you would have complained about being cold the minute you stepped outside.

bakugo slid the backpack over his shoulder, heading for the front door.

“oh, wait,” you stopped, “i left something. i’ll be right back.” bakugo sighed, but you ignored him, heading back for your bedroom.

you pulled out the trunk from under your bed, opening it up to what you knew would be laying neatly on top.

you pulled the limited edition rookie hero card still in its protective sleeve from its prized position atop the trunk and slid it into your sweatshirt pocket. you smiled to yourself as you kicked the trunk back under your bed and walked back to your front door.

“okay, i’m ready now.”

you locked your apartment door behind you and followed bakugo down the stairs and back out to his car.

“will you please tell me where we’re going?” you asked, pouting in the passenger seat of his sports car.

“no, stop asking,” he grumbled, eyes catching yours in the rear view mirror.

satisfied with his annoyance, you rubbed your thumb over the hero card hiding in your pocket, biting down on your smile.

“why are you smiling like that?” bakugo asked.

“it’s a secret,” you smiled wider, satisfied with yourself. bakugo grumbled something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

he was the same grumbly, grouchy boy you’d met 10 years ago on the side of the street after a villain attack, pissed off that you’d asked him to sign your rookie card you had spent hours looking through card packs to find. and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

next chapter!!

an// this is more a transitional chapter and i hate it and i am sorry but i hope that maybe you liked it and hopefully it made you smile, next part soon kiss kiss

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iputthebomp · 1 year

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So you’re sitting there, bored as all heck, when a genius idea suddenly hits you.

You should put little braids in Katsuki’s hair.

You jumped up from your bed and sped over to the loud pompom’s room, knowing it was a great idea. Especially because it was your idea. It’s 9-something PM and he should be asleep, the perfect chance to braid his spiky hair without a fight.

You have an extra key to his room (thank you Mother Momo) so all you have to do is quietly open the door and slip in. Easy.

Except it’s not because as soon as you push the door open, it creaks LOUDLY because of course it does.

He snaps up, ready to blast someone’s face off until he realizes it’s you. Then he just groans and flops back on his bed. “What do you want?”

“Nothin’. Just couldn’t sleep,” you reply, crawling over to his pillows and slipping under the blanket as gracefully as you could.

I mean, you tried.

He ended up just ripping the blanket out from underneath you and threw it on your face.

Once you were both settled and snuggled up with his head on your chest, you summoned all the knowledge of braiding you’ve ever gained and you gently started combing through his hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” you casually reply, ignoring the way he tensed when you started crossing the gathered hair.

He started relaxing, letting the feeling lull him back to sleep. Katsuki was too tired to bother arguing.

Besides, tomorrow was Saturday, so he could undo the braids and try to get the curls out in the morning before any of those annoying side characters or extras saw.

He didn’t have the best day, but this was a good way to end it.

#katsuki bakugou #soft bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x gn!reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #gn reader #my fic #I’m in a snuggly mood okay #ngl I think his hair is soft most of the time

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kyruskumiho27 · 11 months

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Warnings: •none •mild language

Summary: Bakugou thinks you can’t cook

Waiiitttttt

Bakugou who thinks you can’t fucking cook😭

Like he never lets you in the kitchen with him because he thinks it would burn down just from you stepping a foot in there😭

And then he realizes he’s never actually seen you cook, so how would he know you can’t?

He lets you in one day just to prove his suspicions right and is god damned surprised because you can actually throw down????

Like??? What the fuck??? 🤨🤨🤨

How dare you keep this from him even though he’s never told you his thoughts!!!😡

And you make the most scrumptious, cotumptious, delicious fucking plate of food to ever exist, and it’s from your country!!!

At this point he faults himself now because he could have been having these delicious delicacies all along!!!🤨😶

And he’s like actually offended😂😂 and of course you have no idea he thought this because you assumed he just wanted to spoil you and treat you🥰

And he never lets you in on his secret and makes you cook every other night because he likes getting another taste of where your from🥰

Poor man’s😭🤭😂

Anyways…

#fluff #mha bakugou #soft bakugo katsuki #bucky x reader #bnha bakugou #Bakugou is confused #and offended #like how come you didn’t tell him this??🤔🤔🤔#he loves you tho🥰#fluffy #small thoughts

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yaimlight · 1 year

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Pairing: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki x gender neutral reader

Warnings: a hand full of swear words and the briefest most non-descriptive mention of sex having happened at some point

A/N: happy white day, here have some more fluffy goodness 😘

A continuation of this

This was turning into a nightmare.

Not the moving in together. No that had gone as perfectly as it could and true to his work Katsuki had been in before the end of the week, his stuff easily fitting in with yours. He had already been practically living at yours any way so it hadn’t been that big a deal, the two of you already used to sharing the same space. Sure there had been a few teething issues but that was to be expected. You were spending more time together than you had been, now not just working in the same agency but living together as well and there were bound to be a few personality quirks that neither of you had known about the other until you were actually living together. They weren’t deal breakers but they were annoying and compromises had to be made so you didn’t start screaming at one another.

It didn’t help that for the first couple of weeks your schedules didn’t quite match up, resulting in a miscommunication that led to your first big argument. You were both stubborn to a fault and those first couple of days afterwards had been full of a tense silence that neither of you had known how to fix. It had taken dunce face of all people to work out what exactly had gone wrong and point it out to the both of you, leading to a very awkward apology from the both of you and a promise to communicate better. Since then things had been fine, great even and the two of you were back to normal, Katsuki smugly rubbing his relationship in the faces of his single friends.

No, the problem Katsuki had was that he needed to come up with some gesture for white day that was equal if not better than you asking him to move in with you on Valentine’s Day and he had nothing.

Zilch.

Zip.

Nada.

It was driving him crazy, Katsuki unable to come up with anything even remotely worthwhile and his idiot friends were being no help, suggesting mundane boring shit that Katsuki had no intention of doing. Taking you out to some fancy dinner just wasn’t good enough and Mina’s suggestion of a romantic getaway to some tropical island just wasn’t feasible, the two of you so busy with work that you would never get the time off. Not that either of you would ever ask for it anyway. And anyway, Katsuki didn’t do all that romantic crap and you wouldn’t expect it of him anyway but it just made this kind of thing bloody harder than it already was.

He had toyed with the idea of asking you to marry him, and had even gone as far as to ask Eijiro to go ring shopping with him. That had been a mistake. Though the redhead had agreed to help Katsuki had been able to tell right from the get go that his friend had had his reservations about the whole thing and not five minutes into the first jewellery shop he had started prodding and poking, asking Katsuki if he didn’t think something like that was to soon, that he was rushing into things when you had only been together a short while.

That had pissed him off, Katsuki barely keeping from yelling at him but he supposed it was kind of his fault Eijiro would think that. To everyone else it probably did look like the two of you were moving too fast, but that’s what happens when you keep your relationship secret, even from your closest friends. Everyone thinks the two of you decided to date one day and then moved in together straight away when in reality you were already months into your relationship before Katsuki had even started staying at yours the night, let alone thinking about living with you. He didn’t rush into things, not things like that anyway and the fact that his closest friend still believed he had kind of pissed him off. It had got Katsuki thinking though and that had just pissed him off even more.

What if it was too soon? The two of you had only been actually dating six months with a couple of months of fooling around before that. Eijiro had been dating Mina for four years before he asked her to marry him and Deku had managed to wait two years before giving into icyhot’s insistent demand to get married. Maybe he was rushing into things. Just because you now lived together and had gone public with your relationship didn’t mean that either of you were ready for that, or even wanted to go down that route. Well, Katsuki did. He would be happy to go down to the registry office now and tie himself to you until death did you part. But that was him, he had no clue what you wanted going forward so he had let Eijiro talk him out of his somewhat rash decision and sent him home empty handed angry and panicking about what the hell he was supposed to do now.

Apparently nothing because white day was already here and Katsuki was left standing in the locker room of the agency dressed in his street clothes and yanking at his hair because he was about to head home empty handed and that was completely unacceptable. Katsuki was never unprepared. Never and the fact that he was going into this with no plan let alone a back up one had him spiralling into a panic quicker then his howitzer attack had him spinning.

“Fuck!” Katsuki yelled, slamming his fist into his locker. He knew he was overreacting. Knew that you wouldn’t care if he came home empty handed and admitted to defeat but he had never once conceded a fight and he wasn’t about to now. It was fine. Everything would be fine. He just needed to come up with something. Something that was going to blow your socks off and show that not only was Katsuki serious about your relationship but that he was an amazing partner, the best in fact. Something that should be easy because Katsuki was the best at everything so why was this proving to be so bloody difficult?

Groaning Katsuki tipped forward, letting his head smack into his closed locker with a dull thud. “Stupid. Useless. Idiot,” he grumbled, smacking his head against the cool metal after every word. Why was this so bloody hard for him? It was just a gesture, a physical representation of his feelings but he had always been shit at expressing his true feelings and it seemed like no matter what he was never going to grow out of that. Whoever said age brought maturity was a liar. Katsuki didn’t feel any more prepared for this kind of situation then he would have coming out of high school.

“You know, if you keep hitting your head like that you’re going to end up damaging the pretty face of yours.” Katsuki’s head jerked up and round at the familiar voice, eyes going wide when he found you leaning against the looker room doors, an amused smile on your face as you stared at him fondly. He jerked away from the lockers, stumbling slightly as he frantically tried to sort out his hair. It was ridiculous but Katsuki felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, like he was five again and caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What are you doing here?” Katsuki winced slightly at his harsh and slightly accusatory tone, his loud voice echoing around the large and empty room. He supposes he should be thankful that your amused smile didn’t falter even as you raised an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. “Just finished up, thought we could go home together.” Katsuki wanted to groan and smack his head against the locker again at your stupid answer. You were supposed to have gone home over an hour ago giving Katsuki the time to do something before you expected him back at the apartment.

Now he had no time at all. Not even a second to come up with something he could do on your next day off together. You were there already, waiting for him to do this grand romantic gesture that he just didn’t have. He could maybe put it off until you got back to the apartment, hell he might even be able to come up with something but it wouldn’t be anything near what he wanted it to be. Shit, he was a failure. How the hell was he supposed to prove how he felt about you if he couldn’t do something as simple as get you something for bloody white day.

“Hey, you good?” Katsuki hadn’t even noticed you had moved, not till your hand was on his cheek and you were standing before him, your smile long gone and replaced with a worried frown. Gritting his jaw, Katsuki turned his head away from you, not feeling like he deserved your concern. Your hand fell away from his face, leaving his cheek feeling cold and tingling. This was it, he had to tell you he was a lousy boyfriend and hadn’t gotten you anything for white day. Fuck, he was pathetic, getting so worked up over this pointless shit but you had been expecting something of him dammit and he hated that he had let you down.

“I don’t have anything for you,” Katsuki forced out, still refusing to look at you and feeling his cheeks begin to burn from embarrassment and shame. He braced himself for it, the disbelieving ‘what’ you were bound to give him followed by a disappointed sigh and a couple of days worth of silent treatment for his failure to reciprocate your gesture of commitment. He would deserve it, after all what kind of boyfriend failed to reciprocate their partner's valentines gift.

“Ok,” you dragged out, “Were you meant to?” Scrunching his nose up at the obvious confusion in your voice Katsuki finally turned to look at you again. Your confusion was obvious, your head tilted to the side slightly and your brows furrowed. Scowling, Katsuki really looked at you, trying to work out if you were being dense on purpose or if you really had no clue what the hell he was on about. From the way you were looking at him like he had grown a second head Katsuki was inclined to go with the latter. “It’s white day,” he said slowly, like you were some kind of idiot that needed him to spell it out for you to understand what was going on. Your brows furrowed even more. “Yeah, and?”

Katsuki just stood there staring unblinkingly at you, your complete and utter lack of understanding taking him by surprise. You couldn’t actually be that dense. How did you not realise what that meant, what was expected of him. Hell, you had even said when you gave him the key to your place that you were expecting him to top that and yet here you were, acting like you had no recollection of that ever happening and that he was the crazy one out of the two of you. All week he had been working himself up into a mess, panicking over what you were expecting of him when apparently you didn’t even understand what kind of pressure you saying something like that would put him under.

“And I don’t have anything to give you,” Katsuki yelled, his frustration finally getting the better of him. You blinked owlishly at him, taking a slight step back at his angry outburst. The two of you fell into silence, Katsuki breathing heavily and glaring whilst your eyes darted over him like you were looking for an explanation to his weird behaviour. Katsuki could see it, the moment you realised what was going on, your eyes going wide in surprise. “Oh.” Katsuki scoffed at that, crossing his arms over his chest and once again turning his head away from you so he could glare at his closed locker.

Oh. That’s all you had to say for yourself, just oh. Like this wasn’t all your fault. How had you forgotten after daring him like that? Practically forcing him to take part in a stupid tradition that he otherwise wouldn’t have had anything to do with. Was this all some kind of joke to you, getting him to the point of mental exhaustion all because he was trying to live up to your expectations of what kind of partner he would be. Shit, he had been ready to marry you and you had bloody forgotten what white day even was. “You know I didn’t expect anything right.”

Katsuki’s head snapped round so quickly he was almost worried he was going to break his neck. “Huh?” What the hell did you mean you hadn’t been expecting anything from him? Did you think so little of him that you had already written him off, deciding he would be a shitty boyfriend without even giving him the chance to prove you wrong? “You're not into this kind of thing,” you shrugged, like that was enough of a reason for you to be looking down on him and treating him like he was incapable of doing something like you had. It pissed him off and Katsuki could feel himself getting angrier and angrier.

“If you weren’t expecting anything in return then why the hell would you wait till Valentines Day to give me the key to your shitty apartment?” Katsuki yelled, his palm crackling and popping with his quirk as he gestured toward the locker room doors. You had the decency to wince slightly, rubbing at the back of your neck and looking like a kicked puppy. Groaning you dropped down onto the bench behind you, elbows resting on your spread knees and head hanging down between your arms and fingers laced together behind your head. You looked like you were bracing yourself for impact, shielding all your vital organs from a blow that could possibly hurt you. Katsuki didn’t like it, not used to seeing you in such a position of surrender. Suddenly he felt wrong footed, like he had missed stepped somewhere and now he was standing in a sheet of ice that was cracking under him and threatening to give out at any moment. He really didn’t like that feeling.

“It was Valentine’s Day, just seemed like the right time to show you I was serious about us.” It was Katsuki’s turn to blink at you like he was a dumb idiot. Was it really that simple? Valentine’s Day was supposed to be for people to declare their feelings to the person they liked, letting them know their feelings by offering up a gift. If you accept the gift you were also accepting that person's feelings. Had that really been all you were doing, using the romantic holiday to help get across your feelings and Katsuki was just to stupid to see it. That didn’t change anything though. It was white day and Katsuki was supposed to give you a gift in return to show you he felt the same but you had never actually expected him to so did that mean you didn’t think he was as serious about this relationship as you were? Was that why you didn’t seem to care that he hadn’t been able to return the sentiment? But he had agreed to move in with you so surely that was proof enough of how he felt. He didn’t do things he didn’t want to and if he hadn't wanted to live with you he would have told you there and then.

Wordlessly Katsuki sank down onto the bench next to you, your bodies pressed so close together you were practically touching. You looked up then, those sharp and calculating eyes watching him intently for any sign that he was about start yelling at you. When you didn’t find any you relaxed slightly, leaning into him slightly and shrinking the already small gap between the two of you. “Plus I wanted to see how flustered you would get at getting an anonymous valentines,” you said teasingly, a soft smile on your lips as you nudged your shoulder against him. Katsuki couldn’t help but huff in amusement, his lips curling up at the edges ever so slightly. “Asshole,” he mumbled but there was no heat to it and the gentle laughter it got him was enough to have his chest tightening and his stomach fluttering like he had swallowed a butterfly. Pathetic really but he was used to it at this point.

“Look,” you started, all playfulness gone from your voice and Katsuki turned to look at you only to find you staring at the lockers with the same serious look on your face that you got at a briefing. “I knew when we started this that you weren’t the kind of person to make big romantic gestures and sprout flowery words of love and devotion and I don’t want you to think you have to be anything other than who you are to make me happy.” Katsuki’s chest tightened painfully at that, his throat suddenly dryer then the Sahara and eyes wide.

No one had ever said anything like that to him before. That he was good enough as he was to make someone happy. His whole life had been about improving himself, about becoming the best he could ever be and constantly pushing himself to become more than what he already was. Sure he had gotten praised for his effort’s, had gotten enough of that to last him a lifetime but there had always been something negative they would pick at, that they would tag onto the end. Bakugou’s quirks are amazing but his personality is horrible, he’s far too mean to be a hero. Bakugou took down that villain so quickly and without any casualties but he’s so violent, if he wants to get anywhere he really needs to calm down or no one will want him to save them. There was always something, a but that pushed him to work harder, to push himself to his limits and beyond but not you. Never with you.

He didn’t know what to do, his instincts demanding he lash out or laugh it off, declaring that obviously he would make you happy because he was the best but his words had abandoned him, leaving him to look at you like the love struck idiot he was.

Turning, you lent into him, cupping his cheek and pressing your forehead against his. This close Katsuki could see all the different shades in your eyes and feel your breath on his lips. It felt intimate, more so than all the times before when you had cuddled up close or exchanged kisses after a rather passionate round of sex. This was different to those moments, it felt heavier, important. Like everything was going to change after this and Katsuki didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

“I love you,” you stated matter-of-factly, looking at him in the eyes as you ripped his world apart, “the way you are so please, just be you because that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me, just as you are.” Katsuki was shaking, a hand gripping at the front of his shirt over his frantically breathing heart like that was somehow going to stop it from beating right out of his chest. Everything was too much, the emotions overwhelming him and leaving him with tears running down his cheeks and a feeling in his chest so bright and painful that Katsuki was afraid he was going to pass out. You loved him, had said it twice now so there was no denying it’s now. He had never been good at expressing how he felt, especially with words. No Katsuki was better with actions so instead of even attempting to talk he instead fisted his free hand in the front of your shirt and yanked you forward, smashing his lips against yours and swallowing your surprised cry.

It was messy and desperate, tasting like Katsuki’s tears but he couldn’t stop not even if he had wanted to. You loved him. Him. The loud mouth blond with an explosive personality to match his quirk and a bedside manner so bad the agency had banned him from talking to any victims of villain attacks just in case he made things worse. You knew all that though and loved him anyway, despite his failures and shortcomings. He never thought he would be the kind of person to get all mushy and emotional over a live confession but things had never quite gone the way he thought they would with you so why would this be any different.

Eventually the need to breathe became too much and reluctantly Katsuki pulled away, hastily rubbing at his eyes now the tears had stopped. Leaning back in Katsuki rested his forehead back against yours, his hands settling on your waist as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “Love you too, dumbass,” Katsuki admitted, his chest tightening painfully as he waited for your reaction. You were the first person he had ever said that to and though you had said it first there was still that annoying feeling of apprehension that this was all some kind of big joke and you were going to laugh in his face and leave him broken and unwanted.

You smiled brightly at his words, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss before pulling back before he could deepen it. “Good because you're stuck with me now.” Katsuki had wanted to say something along the lines of ‘just try and get rid of me’ or something like ‘good’ but that wasn’t what he ended up saying to you. No, what he blurted out were two words he had sworn he wasn’t going to even utter until you had at least another year in your relationship but apparently his brain to mouth filter was fucked and he was blurting out every idiotic thought that entered his head.

“Marry me.”

Katsuki groaned as soon as the words were out of his mouth, already trying to come up with a way to take it back that didn’t involve him just demanding you forget you had even heard anything. There was a moment of stunned silence before you had started to laugh and Katsuki seriously considered moving to Alaska. “Shut up,” he grumbled, shoving away from you and shuffling down the bench so he was no longer touching you. It was his turn now to bury his head in his hands, fingers sinking into his spikes so he could tug at the strands in frustration.

What was wrong with him, spewing rubbish like that? Hadn’t he just decided a week ago that the two of you weren’t ready for that yet. That it was too soon, too risky to bring that sort of thing up without knowing how you felt about it. Fuck. What if he had just ruined everything and you took it all back, scared off by how fast he was moving? Your laughing wasn’t helping though it had died down into a gentle chuckle now. He supposes he should be grateful for your laughing, giving him the opportunity to play it off like it’s some kind of joke but from how hot his face feels Katsuki didn’t feel he would be that successful in convincing you of that. “Sure Kats, I’d love to marry you.”

The would slowed then, Katsuki feeling like he’s moving through water as he turns to look at you. He must look like a mess, hair sticking up in weird angles and eyes bloodshot from crying, his face burning red even though it feels like it’s rapidly losing colour as he struggles to understand what the hell just happened. You look happy, smiling at Katsuki as he looks at you as if you're some kind of monster from a horror film. He imagined that right. There was no way you actually accepted this piss poor excuse of a proposal.

“What?” he managed to croak out, his throat back to feeling like he had swallowed a fist full of sand. You don’t stop smiling even as you roll your eyes at him. “Me. You. Marriage,” you deadpans, pointing between the two of you and then your ring finger, like he wouldn’t be able to understand without the visual queues. “Honestly Katsuki, you shouldn’t go around asking people this sort of thing if you don’t mean it…ah!” Katsuki didn’t give you time to finish whatever it was you were prattling about, lunging across the small space and pressing his lips against yours in a hungry and demanding kiss.

You fell back at the sudden extra weight, sprawling across the bench and trapped under Katsuki who had moved with you, never once taking his lips off yours. Once the initial shock had worn off you began to kiss back, wrapping your arms back around his neck and practically melting against him. Katsuki groaned, wrapping his arms around you and slotting easily between your spread legs. The kiss went on for a while, both of you panting when he finally pulled back. You looked good like that, slightly dazed from his kisses and lips red and puffy. Too good really, considering where you were and though he really wanted to show you how much he loved you he didn’t want some extra walking in and seeing a part of you that was only for Katsuki.

Trying to get back some form of control Katsuki pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed and just listening to the sound of your breathing.

You had said yes and to that pathetic accidental proposal at that. Shit. He didn’t have a ring to give you, not after letting that idiot Eijiro talk him out of getting one for you. Ha! Prove him wrong didn’t you. Katsuki would make sure to yell at him next time he saw him whilst pointing out how wrong he had been. Katsuki still needed to get you a ring though but maybe this time you could come with him instead. Katsuki smiled at that, pressing it into your neck as he imagined you in the middle of a jewellery store, fingers adorned with diamonds and rubies as you decided what ring would be good enough to show the world that you were his.

“So,” you said, dragging out the o and pulling Katsuki away from his fantasy. He automatically tensed up at your tone that suggested he wasn’t going to like what came out of your mouth next. Do you want to introduce me to your parents before or after you tell them we’re engaged?” Katsuki’s smile fell instantly at your words, dread filling him once more.

Fuck.

He hadn’t even told the old hag he was moving let alone he was dating someone and now he was going to have to skip all that and tell her that he was getting married after only being in a relationship for six months.

She was going to kill him.

Maybe the two of you could elope instead.

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