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teklarn · 11 months

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you’re losing me - k. bakugou

katuski bakugou x gn!reader

genre: angst

summary: what’s it like after the break up, coming back to move all of your memories out of your home? after a nasty break up, bakugou returns to your old, shared apartment to do just that.

you say you don’t understand and i say i know you don’t. we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won’t.

warnings:

- - -

he thought he’d be able to wait another day before packing his boxes. you said you didn’t want to see him, and that this was the only day you would be out of the house. he didn’t think that was necessarily true, there were many reasons why you could be out of the house, but he assumed you just wanted all remnants of his presence gone by the night.

he’d been staying with a friend for the past week. you calling him to remind him to take his shit out of the apartment was the only proof he needed to know that this was final.

you two were done.

he felt sick stuffing clothes into luggages and bags. usually, katsuki was an organized man, but he had little to no energy today. since he hadn’t seen you, everything felt terribly draining.

katsuki always criticized other people for pinning all of their happiness on one person. it was unrealistic. while a person can make you incredibly happy, isn’t it unhealthy for them to be the only thing that makes you happy?

loving someone was like a glorified hobby, in a cheap way of explanation. like how a passionate artist might go mad over their paintings, obsessing over small details as if they were memorable freckles on a lover’s face.

he wanted to convince himself that loving you was some glorified hobby. you were someone who just took up all his time, and he gave you his time in return. but in real life, he has a job. he has a life outside of you.

he wanted to convince himself that you weren’t his entire world.

the more katuski thought about it, the more his chest began to clench. he moved to the bathroom, taking all of his hygienic products. all the musky and expensive colognes you’d bought him over past birthdays sitting on a shelf, the near-empty glass containers clinking softly against each other as he dropped them all into a separate bag.

he doesn’t remember it―is trying not to recall everything that you two went through until finally, you deservedly said the fighting wasn’t worth it anymore. he was negligent about the relationship and had been for some time.

maybe he just got too comfortable, maybe he forgot how to keep the romance alive. katsuki bakugou wasn’t one for romance at all, but he’d like to consider himself someone for you. and he liked romance, so long as he was romantic with you.

maybe he just got too strung up with his work, and maybe if you two had been patient and waited out the tribulations after this busy season everything would be okay.

or maybe he had been so absent in your life within the past year that you just simply...fell out of love with him. which might just be worse than any of the excuses he had been trying to force.

you let him go like he was...nothing.

maybe you were the only one who realized anything in the relationship had changed. he was too consumed, too comfortable, and too ignorant. too selfish for his own good. katsuki had always been a little too selfish about everything.

the heartbeat of the relationship had fallen flat.

bakugou sniffled, forcing tears back as if you’d walk through the doorway at any moment. you wouldn’t be back until later―technically, the apartment was his just for a few more hours. it was his time to reminisce, just a little bit.

he wanted to scream at himself to do something. you’d been screaming at him to do something, to say something, to make you feel like he’s scared of losing you. you had been asking those simple things of him...for a while.

as you had been asking for many things from him.

he felt like an idiot, slapping himself in the face and trying to resist the temptation of getting drunk with his friends and doing something stupid with someone whose name he would never care to say.

he chuckled, knowing he’d probably mutter your name instead of theirs. he liked the sound of your name. how the syllables rolled off his tongue, how it sounded like home. it brought back the idea of how, even now, he still loved talking about you.

bragging about you to other people was his favorite pastime. you were his favorite pastime.

time ticked by as he scribbled down a note, just offering one last goodbye, as if his hopeful attitude would be reciprocated.

he wanted another chance.

katsuki took a last glance that the apartment that was now yours. just yours. of all the places he felt you’d be safest, he was glad it was here.

he flicked the light off, slinging his possessions over his broad shoulder and blinking puffy eyes shut, leaving.

it pained him too much to think about you, to hope for you. to know that one day, you’d come home with someone else and be happier with them. he didn’t want to have to know about how much happier you’d be without him. perhaps that was another selfish thing he was allowing himself to feel.

Y/n,

I want you to know that I love you. I regret what happened, but I don’t blame you for going through with it. I know there is likely no chance of coming back from my mistakes, so I wish you every love, Y/n. I wish you every success and every joy you could ever imagine.

I hope that I never have to hear anything about it.

Love, for the last time,

- Katsuki.

UNEDITED.

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

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teklarn · 11 months

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why did you make katsuki insult the reader so much in your brutal fanfic. Didn’t feel like a romantic x reader fic at all, so gross

first of all, it's bakugou ofc he's going to insult the reader. it happens in so many other bakugou x readers. second of all, the person who requested it was happy with the way I wrote it, and third of all, if you don't like something you don't have to be rude about it. finally, if you're so mad about 'insulting the reader' don't go thru the effort to insult me too, and call my writing gross please

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teklarn · 1 year

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Can I request Aizawa x reader with "childhood enemies" and "forced to work together" where reader bullied Aizawa in highschool and she starts working as a teacher?

my biggest problem - s. aizawa

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: childhood enemies & forced to work together)

shota aizawa x fem! reader

genre: angst???

summary: years after your graduation, you return to UA Highschool as a teacher, wandering the halls you’d once been so fond of. upon wandering said halls, you stumble across the person you least expected to be working with loud teenagers. your former classmate, shota aizawa. it’ll be hard not to ignore your difficult history working so close with him.

warnings: mild cursing, bullying, implied enemies to lovers (?), UNEDITED.

l/n = last name

p/h/n = pro hero name

- - -

he was a quiet, reserved dork. his hair was awfully long and unruly, and at his young age stubble was already beginning to pop from his skin.

“you ever bother to try to look your age? you look like a thirty-year-old man in a student’s uniform.”

your classmate―aizawa―shifted in his seat, leaning on his other hand to listen in on the lecture before you. the two of you had been seated next to each other at the back of the classroom, so these whispers weren’t new to him.

mostly, aizawa ignored you. but there were times when you got underneath his skin. your persistence was always worth it at the end of the day.

“are you trying to ignore me?” you leaned on your own elbow, mimicking his slumped posture.

aizawa blinked. you knew he heard you, and you knew that he also recognized the fact that you were awfully close.

“y/n.”

the teacher’s voice snapped your attention.

“yes, sir?”

“pay attention.”

“my apologies, sensei. i was just helping aizawa with his notes,” you lied.

your professor grunted in acknowledgement before returning to the lecture. as his back faced the class again, you nudged aizawa with your finger, leaning over the gap in between the desks.

“pass me a pencil. i don’t have one with me.”

aizawa’s dark eyes slid towards you, deadpan as he reached into his pencil case and handed you the writing utensil. you took it without any thanks.

“the tip is dull.”

“so?” he shrugged.

“do you mind sharpening it for me or something?”

“i don’t have a sharpener.”

“pfft,” you scoffed, scribbling your name down. “useless.”

there was another time―there were many times―you remember. he was walking with his head down, eyes trained on the dark floor as the halls buzzed to life, students heading down to the lunch room.

you thought that, perhaps with the intense faze he was holding to the ground, aizawa would have seen you sticking out your leg just as he passed your locker.

he didn’t fall on his face, but the boy stumbled, taking a moment to catch his balance before shooting you a distasteful glance which lasted no more than a second. then he continued on his way, making sure to hurry his way down the hall.

he acted so uncaring. it almost pissed you off. but smaller moments such as this one gave you butterflies. in the seconds he dared to give you a reaction, he was reminded exactly why he shouldn’t.

even in the training class after that, (in all the training classes you spent together) you somehow managed to always find yourself on a team with him, or with him on the opposing team. didn’t matter which side you played for, agaisnt or with him, you made it hell for him.

you made everyday absolute hell for him.

you and your friends.

perhaps there was another reason why people never talked to him. it couldn’t possibly be because you were the fanciest shit-talker this damn school has ever seen.

there was something about aizawa that irked the absolute ever-loving shit out of you. it was his unruly hair and unshaved teen stubble and how he never seemed to grow out of his middle school goth phase. it was his attitude and how he never made an effort to make any friends of his own.

perhaps someone aside from yamada and oboro might speak to him every once in a while.

- - -

you wandered through the halls. it had been years, too long you found, that you had last been wandering this school. as soon as you had stepped in, ready to take on your new job, you began picking out all the things that had changed from your time here.

being a teacher at UA wasn't your original dream, however when the opportunity arose, you thought, why not? there's nothing wrong with this. your original job as a pro was great pay, but after suffering from an injury during a villain fight, you'd decided to take on teaching fulltime, at least for a while before you went back to being a fulltime pro-hero. so this was fine, this was great.

it was great until you stepped into classroom 1A and your eyes landed on a familiar head of unruly hair.

aizawa turned to you, eyes unblinking as always. a class of curious eyes stared back at you.

"everyone," aizawa started, "this is l/n sensei. she'll be my student teacher. she's here to assist any of you with anything you might need."

"you're pro hero p/h/n!"

a boy with dark green hair drew your attention. you'd seen his face somewhere before, perhaps on television. you smiled.

"i am."

"you're so admirable! especially your battle strategy. when it comes down to it, I think you're one of the-"

"enough, midoriya," aizawa snapped.

you waved a hand at your former classmate, greeting him almost as a friend. "don't be silly, he can ask me as many questions as he'd like." you laughed and watched a tiny smile stretch across midoriya's face.

aizawa only glared at your weak attempt at friendship. guilt prodded at your gut.

"i'd like you all to take out your textbooks. please flip to page one-ninety. we'll call numbers randomly and read the rest of the passage aloud. l/n, please take a seat over there, where you can observe the class."

you scoffed playfully. "i know you've been at this teaching game much longer than me, but i'm not completely inexperienced." your jokes were purely just that. jokes.

but aizawa only stared at you with those unblinking eyes until you set your stuff down where directed and sat.

the rest of the lesson was painfully awkward until you heard the unmistakable voice to yamada.

dressed in his present mic uniform, you watched your successful classmate waltz in.

aizawa looked at him as he slapped him on the back. you smiled. some things never change.

"i think it's my turn to take over this class."

aizawa dusted the chalk off his calloused hands. "all right, class. the rest of the passage is for homework. please read this tonight, and i'll be calling you out randomly to make sure you did."

you put up a hesitant finger. "uh-"

"l/n sensei won't be staying for this class." he turned to you. "you'll be following me. principal nezu wants to greet you."

"of course." you hurried outside, and the class resumed their work.

"you know," you started, "you don't have to be so cold to me."

aizawa remained silent.

"i don't know why you're acting like this. you're so...cut off. awkward, i guess. that's how you're acting. i'm an old classmate." you giggled. "what, is it just because my career was more successful than yours that you-?"

"some things don't change, huh."

you furrowed your brow. "what do you-? this isn't the way to the principal's office."

"no. we're going to my office. i'm the one who wants to talk to you."

"you can talk to me out here, you don't have to make it weird."

he opened his office door and despite your protests, you stepped inside and freely took a seat.

he closed the door and took up the seat behind the desk across from you. "now, listen. this isn't an invitation to be friends. we're working together, that's it. and i need you to respect me, understand?"

"that i do, eraserhead," you mocked.

"that right there is what i mean. you hold no respect for anyone but yourself."

"oh, c'mon, are you kidding-"

"so i need you to shut the hell up, because i'm in charge."

your mouth clamped shut.

"i don't need you nagging, i don't need you pretending like you were my friend. i won't give you the satisfaction of telling you that you made my high school years hell, but i will tell you that i never considered you a friend, and i still don't. i don't think i ever will. there's very few people i would spare my words to, and you i've saved a lot for."

"i'm...flattered?"

"you can't..." red seemed to dust his cheeks.

your fingers twisted together. "you know...i'm sorry."

aizawa was quiet.

"i am sorry because...i was insecure. you were always better in school than me. you were always...i don't know. just...better, i guess? can i say that? i was lucky you didn't envy the spotlight. you would have taken it from me if you did." you chuckled softly to yourself.

"shut up."

you lifted your head. "what?"

"you were my biggest challenge."

"oh, i'm absolutely flattered."

aizawa stood before nezu's office door and glared at you. you hadn't realized how much his demeanor had changed.

he lifted your chin. "i've come to overcome such issues in the past. but there are some i seem to not be able to escape. dealing with you in the next year..." his eyes narrowed. "you're my biggest problem, y/n.

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UNEDITED.

a/n: i am so sorry this took literal months to get out, i didn't see it because i was off tumblr for a hot second, and then i got into the biggest writing slump i've ever been in i literally could get nothing down. please forgive my tardy completion of this request it's lowkey shit but i had to get it out there :) i love u!

#aizawa shota x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha fic #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia #anime #xreader

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teklarn · 1 year

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maroon - k. bakugou

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: patching up wounds)

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: fluff???

summary: katsuki stumbles into his office late at night to find is assistant, you, cleaning the mess that is his desk. unfortunate for him, he’s unable to hide the gash in his abdomen any longer and collapses into your arms, staining your outfit maroon.

warnings: cursing, blood, light descriptions of body horror (?), cursing, a bit slowburn, brief mention of drug use, UNEDITED

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lights twinkled outside the window. the city view was breathtaking no matter the time of day.

it was a late night and an early morning for you. you’d been staying overtime lately, tidying up the mess that was pro-hero dynamight’s office. on any other day or week or month, bakugou was a very neat, organized young man.

he was done with paperwork a month before it was needed, his deadlines never needed to be pushed back. his hair was, perhaps, the only messy thing about it besides his attitude.

everyone knew of his rambunctious tendencies as a teen, but he’d calmed down since then. the sneers and glares from across the room were still prevalent, as well as his snappy attitude and short temper.

it wasn’t a rare occurrence to hear a raspy, angry voice bellowing from the end of the hall.

recently, bakugou had taken up a project with a few other heroes to take down a villain that had been rampaging the past few weeks. the identity of them was still unknown. citizens had started calling the villain “Kage,” or “Shadow,” reminiscent of the villain’s ability to hide in the shadows of other people, making everyone and no one a suspect at the same time.

It was impossible to track someone with no certain physical form. the pro’s weren’t even certain of what Kage looked like which only reinforced the strength of their foe.

the stress was pressing down harder and harder on bakugou’s shoulders. you could tell.

you were normally decent around him, never giving in to his tendency to draw out an argument (an argument being him lecturing you) or snapping back at him. you kept a nice attitude, you dressed modestly or for the occasion. you were a good assistant.

but you knew the stress was getting back when it started to affect you.

you’d been tired lately.

bakugou insisted a bit aggressively that you didn’t need to clean his office. you didn’t need to hover around him like a needy child waiting for the teacher to be off their lunch break.

he didn’t need you unless he called for you.

despite those worse, you often found yourself doing more than necessary, even little errands like morning coffee. bakugou was a routine man, never missing a meal. that doesn’t mean he hasn’t ever slipped up once in a while.

perhaps that was why you were the only assisstant that hadn’t run out of his office pissed off or swiping at fat tears.

you wanted to do these things for him, not only to ensure your job for the future, but also because he was busy just as much as he was organized.

he was so organized with his schedule that he would often forget to be organized in other places.

so here you were, late at night in dynamight’s office shuffling papers into neat piles, segregated into their given genres of work. a sigh fell from your lips, your eyes were tinted with red from the sleep creeping up your shoulders.

just one more pile to organize and you’d be done for the night.

too absorbed in your work, you nearly missed the door opening. the familiar shhk of the sliding door sounded.

bakugou came stumbling in, his legs confused by the weight of his own body, or perhaps the lack thereof.

“sir? what happened?” you raced towards your boss as he collapsed.

“what are you doing here, y/n?” his voice was raspy. a hoarse mess of stress and pain.

“cleaning your office. i thought it would be nice to have a clean workspace in the morning―you should sit down.”

“yeah...i can do it on my own.”

he knew what was good for him, prideful as he was.

“i’ll get some bandages...stay here.”

“no, no, i’ll be fine y/n.”

you took in the wound and the red blossom of blood spread across his hero uniform. there was more red than the iconic black and orange blending in.

the blood was dark, almost a deep deep purple.

“let me see where you’re hurt.” you started towards him, kneeling to view the wound. you dared to slip your hands past his, fingertips grazing upon each other’s. his uniform was torn, revealing a large gash stretching from his shoulder blade and down the side of his abdomen, ending where his ribcage stopped.

“i will be fine, y/n. go home.”

“sir―”

“go. home. i can deal with this by myself without your incessant nagging.”

your brow furrowed. “i can’t say that working with you is pleasant all the time, sir, but if you must know, i will lose my job if i don’t tend to you right now.”

this seemed to take him by a bit of surprise. you were always friendly to him, but you needed to be. for your job.

“seriously? your job?”

“i value it a lot, sir.”

“stop. stop, enough with the sir. just bakugou right now, okay?”

“it’s really important we keep a professional environment right now.”

“aren’t you supposed to be doing what i want?”

your face sunk into a repulsive attitude.

“okay, whatever, just...get the first aid kit.” he groaned, adjusting his position in the cushioned seat. patches of blood were beginning to appear on the teal fabric. you made a mental note of needing to clean that up later. or just replace the chair entirely.

you fetched the first aid kit and hurried back.

“we should call a doctor right now so you’re patched up by the time the ambulence arrives.”

“no,” bakugou said, resting a hand on yours as you began to reach for your phone.

“you need help―”

“no more sirens for today. please.”

you nearly jumped back at his manners.

“i don’t want to hear anymore crying. just need to catch this damn villain.”

“and you can do that once you’re better, bakugou. so we should call the ambulence.”

he shook his head. “later. please. i will be fine. i’ve faced injuries worse than this without terrible consequences. it’s bad but it’s not like he pierced anything vital. just think...think of it as a really big papercut. that’s a bit deep. a papercut with a knife.”

you paused for a moment, slowly reaching for the kit and pulling out a disinfectant. you took a cloth and began dabbing some on.

“can i ask...what happened?”

“bitch villain can go into people’s shadows ‘n manipulate them and shit. their shadows, i mean. did that to me. right under my nose. i could tell something was off. kept feeling...watched. then I turned around and got scared by my own damn shadow.” he winced as the disinfectant stung him.

“sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he looked around the room. at the organized shelves, at the paper stacks on his desk. “you cleaned all my shit up, huh?”

you mimicked him, glancing around before getting back to work. “yeah. you didn’t seem to have much time on your hands and work has been piling up because of this case. i know you insist you don’t need help but as your assistant i―”

“thank you.”

“...what?”

“i’ve never thanked you for all the shit you do for me.”

you hid the smile creeping up your cheek. “i like to think of myself as a good assistant.”

“yeah, you are. don’t let it get to your head, dumbass.”

you peered up at him and noticed a scarlet tint on his cheeks, almost as deep as the color now staining your hands. it just occurred to you that when he wasn’t yelling and his face wasn’t contorted with rage, he was actually quite handsome.

he had scruffy hair that told everyone he was still a young man, but the eyes of an old soul. he wore porcelain skin and a sharp jawline like a glass doll would.

he cleared his throat, setting you off balance for a moment and snapping you back into reality.

“keep staring, i dare you.”

you glared up at him, holding his gaze with a rare intensity. you ignored the head rushing to your cheeks, flushing your ears. “must you be so irritable all the time?”

bakugou, despite the pain in his side, let out a laugh. it filled the room with a warmth you ached to feel again.

“so you’ve been lying to me this whole time? with the ‘sweet assistant’ act? i feel so betrayed.”

you’d never seen him so...relaxed. so easy going. it almost reminded you of the light-hearted red riot, a man who seemed to never face any troubles.

he had dimples, a sweet feature you never imagined someone like bakugou to have.

“unfortunately, yes. you can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“but only sometimes?”

you chuckled, blushing. “maybe. only sometimes.”

“what other times have i not been...a pain in the ass?”

the simplicity of both of your attitudes seemed to ease his pain just a bit, so you let go of your professional nature and let out another breathy chuckle.

“well, when you’re not yelling or pissed off, then you’re all right i guess,” you joked.

“so when i’m not me?”

you looked up at him. “no, i was kidding...”

he grinned mischievously. “so was i.”

“you’re...making a joke?”

“i take my job seriously. but i need a laugh when i’m fucking bleeding out.”

you hurried back to work, patching up the wound.

bakugou wasn’t exceptionally nice to you, not that he was to anyone. but he seemed almost...high on something? he wasn’t, as you could evidently tell. but he was all too smiley, too child-like in this intimate presence of yours. on normal days, bakugou wasn’t...nasty to you as he was to other people.

you averted your gaze down to the kit, pretending to gather gauze to distract yourself from the color of red dusting your cheeks and the crimson gaze of bakugou staring at you, deep as a maroon sea.

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teklarn · 2 years

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begged and borrowed time - k. bakugou

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: marriage promise)

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: angst

summary: childhood crushes, neighbors, best friends… katsuki bakugou moved to a small town, finding the neighbors across the street have a child his age who is relentless in their promises. especially this silly little promise to marry him one day.

warnings: cursing, unrequited love, UNEDITED

- - -

katsuki is a child with chubby cheeks and stubby legs. he remembers the sun that day, beaming down in its last triumph before red and orange leaves would sweep the pavement, a new season coming to claim the place of summer.

he remembered his mother’s hand dragging him along and the smell of barbecue haunting the air.

the new house looked old to him now, but he would never forget the feeling of not belonging. not belonging, so new and fresh to the point where he could trick everyone into thinking he belonged all along.

and, as he came to know as he grew, it wasn’t that hard to fit in when someone else stuck out like a sore thumb.

because just across the street was another kid, roughly his age, if not the exact same age as him. and they were staring. with chubby cheeks and pouty lips.

he remembered his mother dragging him along, and for once, he followed along, his steps sloppy up the new steps.

but before he knew it, there they were. on his driveway, admiring his dad’s truck.

he tugged his hand out of his mother’s. “get your hands off my daddy’s truck.”

the child recoiled from the bright blue paint.

“who are you?” katsuki demanded.

his mother turned. “katsuki, must you be so rude? that’s no way to treat our neighbors.”

the child simply smiled and shook their head. the action irritated him, but katsuki stayed silent.

“my name is y/n. i live across the street with my mom and dad. we’re your neighbors.” your voice was chipper. light and fluffy. it reminded katsuki of clouds. it still did, how airy and delicate and careless you seemed about everything. he never knew how deeply you cared. how you brushed everything off but kept everything close. “what’s your name?”

his mother reached a friendly hand over his shoulder. “we’re the bakugous. you may call me mitsuki. this is my son, katsuki. excuse his behaviour.”

you shrugged. “that’s okay. it’s nice to meet you, katsuki. my parents told me to invite you guys for dinner if you’d like that.” you rocked back and forth on your heels expectantly.

katsuki remembered huffing, cheeks puffing out as he crossed his arms and turned, repulsed. “in your dreams, you sucker.”

“KATSUKI!” mitsuki swiped at her son, snatching his arm and pushing him towards you. “apologize.” she demanded. “now.”

his lips stayed shut, his eyes on the concrete he stood on.

again, you shrugged. so nonchalant. so uncaring. “that’s okay, mrs. bakugou. i understand. he can talk to me when he’s ready.”

katsuki only scoffed in response before spinning on a heel and tugging his mother’s skirt. “let’s go, mama.”

mitsuki looked between you and her son. “y/n, tell your parents that we appreciate the offer, but not today. perhaps another time? we’re just settling in today. we’ve got much unpacking to do, you see.”

“i understand! maybe on the weekend?”

“how about never?” katsuki snorted.

“that’s enough now, katsuki. hush.” mitsuki turned back to you. “it was quite nice meeting you, y/n. tell your family we also say hello. i’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”

chipper, you nodded. “i’ll see you soon, katsuki!”

- - -

soon came sooner than expected. because there he was. a blonde, grouchy boy with rosy cheeks on pale skin. he’d come here around six in the evening on a sunny wednesday and was now sitting across from you at your dining table on the evening of the following saturday.

and he was beautiful.

you giggled, a childish, sweet sound emerging from you as you toyed with the potatoes on your plate.

“don’t play with your food, y/n,” your mother whispered, nudging your elbow.

“i’m not, mama.”

your mother only raised her eyebrows in question. you smiled innocently and stabbed through the softened skin of your potatoes, stuffing two in your mouth, cheeks full.

katsuki only continued to stare at you with distaste, sticking his tongue out.

“that isn’t nice,” you said, mouth full.

“y/n, talking with your mouth full isn’t nice.” your older brother, eijirou, stuck his tongue back out at you.

he sat beside katsuki, just as much a bother to him as were you. however, a part of katsuki seemed to tolerate eiji more.

“you’re not nice,” you retorted.

eiji was only a year older than you and was just a few months younger than katsuki.

he tossed a tomato your way. it splattered before you, a mushy pile of red on your plate.

“hey!” you shot up from your seat. katsuki chuckled to himself, looking approvingly at eiji.

“eijirou!” your mother scowled. she turned to mitsuki. “i apologize for his outburst. for both of their behaviors. they’re better behaved than this. i know they are.”

mitsuki only smiled in return. “trust me, my little one is a bit of a nightmare himself.”

katsuki’s smile faded. “mama!?”

“if you don’t want me to say anything,” mitsuki bit out at her son, “then don’t act like that.”

katsuki grit his teeth, seething as his eyes bore down on you. that glare was something you would grow used to in time. the sourness in that gaze was something you would soon grow fond of. while you’d be used to it in no time, while you would soon learn to reply with a scoff or some smart comment, his gaze on you will always leave butterflies in your stomach.

“sorry, mama,” you shrugged.

“just be better next time, okay sweetpea? and you too, eiji.”

you grinned, nodding. your brother did the same, his mouth half-full with rice.

that was a nice night.

- - -

two years later, when you were eight and katsuki was nine, you tried proposing to him during recess on the playground. kids screamed around and pretended katsuki had cooties from you for the rest of the year.

what hurt your little heart the most, though, was that katsuki had kicked gravel into your face and rejected you.

- - -

ten years later, at the sad age of eighteen, when everything seemed to be falling apart. when your teen world seemed to be crumbling at every little mistake you made, all your hope was pinned on one boy.

the same boy who moved here on that sunny wednesday.

“will you go to prom with me?”

katsuki looked at you. at your sad figure in the dark, standing at his door with flowers in your hands.

“you got me…flowers?”

“yes.” you shifted the pretty pink florals in your hands, offering the bouquet to him. “i thought you might…like them.”

“i’ve never been a liar.” he snatched them from your hands. “they’re pretty.”

“you look very…pretty today katsuki.” he did indeed. the boy was dressed in a suit and tie. the tie was red, complimenting the crimson of his eyes. he was just on the tip of turning nineteen.

he switched his gaze to you. you, who had dressed your best for this moment. this moment that was perhaps more thrilling than the idea of prom itself. you were already late, missing out on the loud music and your even louder friends. and eiji, who was there with his own date. eiji, who you wanted to watch be a stuttering idiot around the girl he loved.

you were missing so much already. but it was all worth it. it was all worth it because katsuki was going to say yes. he was finally going to say yes, because you knew exactly what to say.

you had pried every little bit of information out of your brother in hopes that some little piece of katsuki would finally be known to you. that somehow, through some of that knowledge, katsuki would realize how much you cared, how much you wanted. he’d discover that you guys liked the same music, the same books, the same subjects and had the same dreams.

“shut up, dumbass,” he snorted, turning. your heart sunk into your stomach, but some poor, stupid part of you was still hanging on to a little bit of hope. and that hope was answered as katsuki paused, his hand on the doorknob.

he stared at the flowers, a mix of pink and orange.

you bit your lip, staring intensely at him, at his eyes trained on the flowers.

perhaps he’d reconsider. you’ve put in all this effort after all these years. he had to at least give you a shot, right?

“thanks for these, y/n, but―” he looked at you before tossing the bouqet back into your hands, “―i have nowhere to keep these.”

you caught them, your arms clumsy. some of the brittle petals fluttered to the pavement. “o-oh. i’ll take these back home then…but would you consider? i mean, consider going to the—”

“y/n, no. i’ve had enough. i don’t like you back. i know you’ve been pining over this imaginary friendship, this fake relationship, since we met. but i don’t like you back.”

- - -

when you were eleven and katsuki was twelve, there was a junior production everyone in grades five to seven was required to audition for.

surprisingly, katsuki got the role of the prince. you, however, had gotten the role of a servant who worked for the prince.

eiji had gotten the role of the knight. the prince’s best friend. together they worked to save the princess in every scene and you…you were in five total scenes, only one of which you shared with katsuki.

you handed him a piece of fake bread in that scene. perhaps it was the only vital role you’d played.

to give things to him.

to give things to a person who would never reciprocate.

but that wasn’t the point.

you just liked to give.

- - -

and up until this point, this point where he said no, this point where he gave everything back, you had no idea that it was possible for him to say no.

he would call you stupid, call you dumb and boring but he would take whatever it was you gave to him. whether it was a story you wanted to tell him, whether you wanted to share your food, he would just listen and take it.

but for the first time in your life, he said no.

“oh, i understand.”

you paced away, swiping fat tears from your cheeks as you retreated to your car, driving off to your shared school.

there, the gym was already stuffed with sweaty bodies and loud teenagers.

a horrible combination, especially for your mood.

across the gym, you spotted your friends jumping up and down in perfect timing with the beat.

you weren’t sure why you had come. you could have been back at home.

but you would have been back at home doing nothing. sobbing, mostly. but nothing at all. you would be dwelling on something in silence.

at least here, maybe your thoughts could wander a little bit.

you carried yourself to the hallway. there, you stayed. there, you wondered.

while you knew, all those years when you would jokingly propose to him, when you would take out a ringpop and get down on one knee…while you knew it was all fake, a part of you would hope that one day, it wouldn’t be, and he would say it.

perhaps there was no difference between love and obsession, but whatever he made you feel, it made you feel happy inside.

the hall was dimly lit by pink, flashing lights from the gym. students you knew from classes passed by, paying no heed to your figure slumped against the wall. as if you had had too much to drink, or danced so hard your feet were aching more than your heart.

you didn’t expect anyone to stop by. you preferred it that way.

but someone did.

“y/n? i’ve been looking for you.”

- - -

katsuki bakugou had never been fond of drinking. he thought it was stupid. thought drugs and alcohol and all the things people did to forget was stupid and that all the people who did that shit were idiots with no future.

those kinds of people were made of excuses.

he thought that way, at least, up until now.

up until now, where he was in a suit, at a table. his plate was shiny and clean, untouched by the sweet wedding cake across the room.

lights danced across the ceiling, loud music blasting in time with the flashes.

this time, it was just like prom, but people were fancier. people were more expensive, but just as irresponsible.

and there was eijirou, in a suit dancing with the same girl―now woman―he had taken to prom that night. except this time, forever for them wasn’t a joke.

forever for them was truly forever.

or what it was meant to be, anyways.

his bride was beautiful. kind, dark brown eyes that complimented her dark skin just fine.

she was gorgeous. but not the most beautiful in the room.

but tonight, that’s what everyone would tell her.

it was a good thing she knew katsuki would never say that. but she assumed it was just because he was an introverted, grouchy twenty-something man invited to his best friend’s wedding.

the more katsuki thought about the past, the more he began to see how fucked up his thought process was. and how bad it felt to want something you knew you wouldn’t ever be able to have.

he stared, not that the girl in white, not at her husband who was grinning as she turned around.

but at you. at all the people lined up behind her. everyone, regardless of gender, wanted to know something. they wanted to know something bad.

eijirou’s bride smiled wide before shutting her eyes tight and tossing that gorgeous bouquet of orange and pink flowers into the air behind her.

the crowd of people swarmed, men in suits and women in fancy dresses of every color but white.

but he ignored their laughter, all their faces. ignored everything because all he saw was you and the bouquet that fell into your hands. like, after all these years, it was your turn. your time. your time to be happy.

and katsuki was happy for you. happy for you, but angry because you were smiling. smiling at turning towards someone else.

someone beautiful, someone kind, someone who had chased you before you ever thought of them.

he had never earned your love.

yet years ago, you’d given him every last bit of it.

so here he sat like a fool, wishing that he had cherished those small moments of your love, wishing he’d taken the opportunities to start forever with you.

but for the first time in katsuki’s life, he felt like he was losing.

you smiled, eyes landing on someone who had promised to marry you before he ever got the chance to even ask.

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bound to falling in love - k. bakugou

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: opposites attract)

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: fluff (drabble)

summary: what is falling in love with you like?

warnings: UNEDITED

- - -

katsuki bakugou is a fool in many ways.

he is so foolishly irritable towards everyone.

he makes mistakes and never takes accountability for them.

he’s a bit of a mess. not one you feel obligated to clean up, though.

because as rude and coarse and short-tempered he is, he’s yours.

you are a fool in many ways.

you are so foolishly kind and blind to the cruelty of the world.

you think everything is your fault, the word ‘sorry’ a constant prayer on your lips.

you’re a bit of a mess, but not one katsuki feels obligated to clean up.

because you are apologetic and sweet and caring and he is rough and brash and angry, and you contrast one another so terribly perfect that people find it horrifically annoying.

because you two balance each other’s wants and needs out.

you are different in every single way, yet all you’vd ever done, every moment where he was cocky and you were gentle was leading to the moments where you guys would cuddle beside the fire and watch a movie.

but perhaps the reason you guys get along so well isn’t because you’re so different. it’s because, despite all of that, you guys have the same dreams.

perhaps it was all planned.

or not.

perhaps it was just you guys being yourselves and not paying anyone else for it.

“katsuki? do you think the stars planned all this?”

“hell no.”

“i’m glad i fell in love with you.”

katsuki didn’t care how or when he fell in love with you. you handled his temper like it was nothing and was patient beyond compare.

whatever it was...stars or gods, the sky or just fate, something was definitely on his side.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #boku no hero bakugou #bnha #mha #my hero academia #katuski #anime #xreader #bakugou fluff #fluff #bnha fluff

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begged and borrowed time - k. bakugou

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: marriage promise)

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

genre: angst

summary: childhood crushes, neighbors, best friends... katsuki bakugou moved to a small town, finding the neighbors across the street have a child his age who is relentless in their promises. especially this silly little promise to marry him one day.

warnings: cursing, unrequited love, UNEDITED

- - -

he remembered his mother’s hand dragging him along and the smell of barbecue haunting the air.

and, as he came to know as he grew, it wasn’t that hard to fit in when someone else stuck out like a sore thumb.

because just across the street was another kid, roughly his age, if not the exact same age as him. and they were staring. with chubby cheeks and pouty lips.

he remembered his mother dragging him along, and for once, he followed along, his steps sloppy up the new steps.

but before he knew it, there they were. on his driveway, admiring his dad’s truck.

he tugged his hand out of his mother’s. “get your hands off my daddy’s truck.”

the child recoiled from the bright blue paint.

“who are you?” katsuki demanded.

his mother turned. “katsuki, must you be so rude? that’s no way to treat our neighbors.”

the child simply smiled and shook their head. the action irritated him, but katsuki stayed silent.

his mother reached a friendly hand over his shoulder. “we’re the bakugous. you may call me mitsuki. this is my son, katsuki. excuse his behaviour.”

you shrugged. “that’s okay. it’s nice to meet you, katsuki. my parents told me to invite you guys for dinner if you’d like that.” you rocked back and forth on your heels expectantly.

katsuki remembered huffing, cheeks puffing out as he crossed his arms and turned, repulsed. “in your dreams, you sucker.”

“KATSUKI!” mitsuki swiped at her son, snatching his arm and pushing him towards you. “apologize.” she demanded. “now.”

his lips stayed shut, his eyes on the concrete he stood on.

again, you shrugged. so nonchalant. so uncaring. “that’s okay, mrs. bakugou. i understand. he can talk to me when he’s ready.”

katsuki only scoffed in response before spinning on a heel and tugging his mother’s skirt. “let’s go, mama.”

“i understand! maybe on the weekend?”

“how about never?” katsuki snorted.

“that’s enough now, katsuki. hush.” mitsuki turned back to you. “it was quite nice meeting you, y/n. tell your family we also say hello. i’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”

chipper, you nodded. “i’ll see you soon, katsuki!”

- - -

and he was beautiful.

you giggled, a childish, sweet sound emerging from you as you toyed with the potatoes on your plate.

“don’t play with your food, y/n,” your mother whispered, nudging your elbow.

“i’m not, mama.”

your mother only raised her eyebrows in question. you smiled innocently and stabbed through the softened skin of your potatoes, stuffing two in your mouth, cheeks full.

katsuki only continued to stare at you with distaste, sticking his tongue out.

“that isn’t nice,” you said, mouth full.

“y/n, talking with your mouth full isn’t nice.” your older brother, eijirou, stuck his tongue back out at you.

he sat beside katsuki, just as much a bother to him as were you. however, a part of katsuki seemed to tolerate eiji more.

“you’re not nice,” you retorted.

eiji was only a year older than you and was just a few months younger than katsuki.

he tossed a tomato your way. it splattered before you, a mushy pile of red on your plate.

“hey!” you shot up from your seat. katsuki chuckled to himself, looking approvingly at eiji.

“eijirou!” your mother scowled. she turned to mitsuki. “i apologize for his outburst. for both of their behaviors. they’re better behaved than this. i know they are.”

mitsuki only smiled in return. “trust me, my little one is a bit of a nightmare himself.”

katsuki’s smile faded. “mama!?”

“if you don’t want me to say anything,” mitsuki bit out at her son, “then don’t act like that.”

“sorry, mama,” you shrugged.

“just be better next time, okay sweetpea? and you too, eiji.”

you grinned, nodding. your brother did the same, his mouth half-full with rice.

that was a nice night.

- - -

what hurt your little heart the most, though, was that katsuki had kicked gravel into your face and rejected you.

- - -

the same boy who moved here on that sunny wednesday.

“will you go to prom with me?”

katsuki looked at you. at your sad figure in the dark, standing at his door with flowers in your hands.

“you got me...flowers?”

“yes.” you shifted the pretty pink florals in your hands, offering the bouquet to him. “i thought you might...like them.”

“i’ve never been a liar.” he snatched them from your hands. “they’re pretty.”

“you look very...pretty today katsuki.” he did indeed. the boy was dressed in a suit and tie. the tie was red, complimenting the crimson of his eyes. he was just on the tip of turning nineteen.

you were missing so much already. but it was all worth it. it was all worth it because katsuki was going to say yes. he was finally going to say yes, because you knew exactly what to say.

he stared at the flowers, a mix of pink and orange.

you bit your lip, staring intensely at him, at his eyes trained on the flowers.

perhaps he’d reconsider. you’ve put in all this effort after all these years. he had to at least give you a shot, right?

“thanks for these, y/n, but―” he looked at you before tossing the bouqet back into your hands, “―i have nowhere to keep these.”

you caught them, your arms clumsy. some of the brittle petals fluttered to the pavement. “o-oh. i’ll take these back home then...but would you consider? i mean, consider going to the—”

“y/n, no. i’ve had enough. i don’t like you back. i know you’ve been pining over this imaginary friendship, this fake relationship, since we met. but i don’t like you back.”

- - -

when you were eleven and katsuki was twelve, there was a junior production everyone in grades five to seven was required to audition for.

surprisingly, katsuki got the role of the prince. you, however, had gotten the role of a servant who worked for the prince.

eiji had gotten the role of the knight. the prince’s best friend. together they worked to save the princess in every scene and you...you were in five total scenes, only one of which you shared with katsuki.

you handed him a piece of fake bread in that scene. perhaps it was the only vital role you’d played.

to give things to him.

to give things to a person who would never reciprocate.

but that wasn’t the point.

you just liked to give.

- - -

and up until this point, this point where he said no, this point where he gave everything back, you had no idea that it was possible for him to say no.

but for the first time in your life, he said no.

“oh, i understand.”

you paced away, swiping fat tears from your cheeks as you retreated to your car, driving off to your shared school.

there, the gym was already stuffed with sweaty bodies and loud teenagers.

a horrible combination, especially for your mood.

across the gym, you spotted your friends jumping up and down in perfect timing with the beat.

you weren’t sure why you had come. you could have been back at home.

but you would have been back at home doing nothing. sobbing, mostly. but nothing at all. you would be dwelling on something in silence.

at least here, maybe your thoughts could wander a little bit.

you carried yourself to the hallway. there, you stayed. there, you wondered.

while you knew, all those years when you would jokingly propose to him, when you would take out a ringpop and get down on one knee...while you knew it was all fake, a part of you would hope that one day, it wouldn’t be, and he would say it.