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serenawitchwriter · 3 years

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BNHA fusion (Bakusquad/Deku)

BakuDeku

HE NUMBER ONE HERO

SCREAMS

DESTRUCTION!

is so insecure tho, don’t tell anyone

WILL ALSO TAKE ANY CHALLENGE

SCARY

YOU CAN’T HURT HIM??

SUPER UNSTABLE

ONLY GETS ALONG WITH KIRASHIMA

really wants to be friends with everyone though, please?

WOULD KILL YOU

NEVER SHUTS UP

BREAKS EVERYTHING INCLUDING HIMSELF, STILL COMES AFTER YOU

AND HE’S SMART!!??

HONEST

kinda hates himself, but in an apathetic way

NEVER GIVES UP

possibly Undyne from Undertale?

cries when frustrated

ADMIRABLE DESPITE ALL HIS FLAWS

UNSTOPPABLE WHEN HE PUTS HIS MIND TO SOMETHING

gets strangely flustered around people he admires, comes across as tsundere

KiriDeku

MANLY AS HELL

SO STRONG

FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE

WILL BENCH PRESS ALL HIS FRIENDS AT ONCE

A HERO FANBOY SQUARED

TOUGH AS NAILS

ALMOST ALWAYS SMILING

freckles and shark teeth

explosion of red fluffy hair, green roots

is very private with their insecurity. will go quiet and thoughtful when left alone

unshakably kind

MOTIVATES YOU

TRIES TO USE SLANG AND FAILS

has this weird habit of headbutting things and breaking them?

Bakugou hates but tolerates them? he acts more like a wet cat than sparky sparky boom man

they are LITERALLY the only person who can get away with hugging him

(Bakugou secretly loves them)

MANY

BRO

HUGS!!!

prone towards depression but makes himself feel better by helping people

LITERALLY EVERYONE LOVES THEM

gives off a strangely unattainable vibe

DekuMina

watermelon, freckled pink skin, green fluffy hair that is amazingly curly. horns

green eyes, with black sclara

cute beyond reason

really really excitable

#1 friend, always knows when something is wrong and how to cheer people up

socially conscious. can hang out with basically anyone and be liked

an ambivert

loves dancing and moving and fighting. incredibly flexible but also muscular. sorta Mirko physique only unmatured

has sick kicks and flips

hates bullies and will punch clocks out without hesitation

can be kinda obnoxious, especially because they don’t know how to shut up

will tease you accurately if you call them out. they’re not mean, but can pick out what’s actually wrong. getting called out when you’re trying to be mad is also obnoxious

extremely tactile and clingy. loves hugging and just touching their friends. Mido never felt like he had permission before, but combined with Mina they give out touches freely

slightly dark, self-depreciating humor but you can never tell if they’re serious

both intentionally and unintentionally funny

clumsy, a bit of a space case

makes fun of Bakugou the most

gets really creative in the type of acid they make and how they use it, particularly combined with the tentacle quirk

has no fashion sense. Mina might be able to claim her bright colors and patterns are an aesthetic. but DekuMina can make no such claim. they are an eyesore and they love it. ugly is their aesthetic and they will not apologize

unironically wears eye-searing Hawaiian shirts, bakugou hates this about them

unironically finger guns at every opportunity

KamiDeku

oh man, they are not okay

chronic pain

trying to cover up that anything is wrong with smiles and humor x2

yellow hair with more than once green lightning streak

electric green eyes that glow constantly

attacks with green lightning in general. it’s overpowered but they can control where it’s going now.

unafraid to go all out in a fight and suffers physically and mentally for it

really hard on themselves, low confidence

the kind of adhd where they have a million interest and skill-sets. they’ve learned so much, they genuinely are really smart. but they remember absolutely nothing

they get really frustrated and will often cry because of this. they know the information is there but they can never find it when they need it. they’re just reaching into their brain and finding nothing when they know something is supposed to be there. they hate it

pretty depressed

an incredibly loyal friend, always trying to help no matter how worn out they are

is genuinely really funny. they know how to do critical and aware humor, situational humor, improv. they could do standup if they tried.

probably eats really weird food. i see them combining bizarre food items together and really liking it. will put garbage into their body, shaggy style

easygoing when they don’t have any stressors

but extremely anxious when there are stressors (note: there are a lot of stressors)

stims with their hands a lot. their hands just can’t hold still. will flap twiddle, twitch, tap, anything

the friend that will try to put all the focus on you when it’s clear that they’re the one having a meltdown.

is baby

the friend groups come out in force for this one. they will not let them feel alone or bad. kamideku is getting the support they need

loves cuddles

JiroDeku

vibing

Jirou brings out Mido’s attitude, so honestly they are mean and sassy and sarcastic. they’d insult you and you’d thank them for it

straight green and purple hair in an gradient, keeps the earlobes.

trying and succeeding to be punk rock but is also adorable. like you know they can and will kick your ass, but they are also so short and they have chubby cheeks and freckles. they’re adorable

a short and compensating for it vibe except they are legitimately edgy

they might be nb, but they are also absolutely still a sword lesbian

sonic boom quirk. they will destroy building with their quirk, they will destroy eardrums

absolutely in a punk band and capable of rapping

probably does vocaloid/computer based music

could also see them using a gun

I could see them being into arson, too, hopefully only for good reasons

is wild and chaotic. they are genuinely having a lot of fun.

their grin is absolutely feral and a threat, and honestly that’s very valid and sexy of them

pretty chill when they aren’t up to shit,

constantly listening to music, always has a pair of good headphones around their neck

vibes with Bakugou more than Jirou does alone.

big sister to most of the class

probably kicks doors open

serodeku

spiderman

weird, not in an artistic or intentional way. they just have an off vibe

unsettling smile, freckles, eyes that are a bit to big. curly black hair.

on the plain side

lanky and scarred

can shoots energy, tentacles, and tape from elbows.

great a parkour, has fantastic mobility

full of nervous energy, but still 100% down to fuck with people

secretly a sadist.

will call anyone out when they’re being stupid or reckless

pretty social

loves fruits and vegetables

loves tv, could probably tell you everything about the show he’s watching

pretty bashful

besties with Kaminari and Kirishima

a great hype man

insane, slightly scary pranks

it’s hard to tell what they’re thinking, especially in a fight

fantastic at creating traps and pushing people into them

tries to pretend he’s not as dangerous or confident as he really is. would prefer to be underestimated

tends to talk down his achievements as a result

but knows exactly how powerful they are

(masterlist)

#fusion au #bnha #mha #bakudeku #bakusquad #kirideku #minadeku #jiroudeku #serodeku #kamideku #bakugou #Midoriya #kirishima #mina #jirou #sero #denki kaminari #serenawitchwriter

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cayofdreams · 4 years

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Vengeance = Repentance

PART 1: VENGEANCE

Summary: Reader had bullied Todoroki throughout all his time in high school. Years later, after a reconnection during an after-work drinking session, she goes back to his place, naively unaware of the payback he has planned for her…

Words: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit, Smut (in part 2)

Warnings: bullying by reader in beginning, murderous thoughts by Todoroki, Dark!Todoroki, drugging

(no smut in the first part, just immense build-up)

Notes: I could not for the life of me think of an interesting Todo fic to write. Until...THIS baby popped into my mind. It was actually really challenging and fun to write what goes on in the mind of Dark!Todoroki. I hope I did it justice.

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He hated you.

Sometimes the only reason he had for living was simply to see the day that you’d be six feet under a cold batch of dirt. You’d be all alone down there with no one to control. No one to manipulate. No one to blackmail or threaten.

You’d have no lackey to run around and get you sweet bread from the convenience store. No lookout to make sure any teachers came to catch the abominable acts you committed in the bathroom stall or behind the gymnasium. No rich father to make sure that whatever horrible deeds you committed that were reported were swept gracefully under a rug.

And most importantly, you wouldn’t have him. The target of all your psychological and physical abuse. The one person who constantly fulfilled your insatiably engorged sadistic ego.

“Heyyy~ Shou, can you come here for a sec?” You had called out to your bi-colored haired classmate from the threshold of the class’ door. The twitch in his shoulders in reaction to your voice made you chuckle. Todoroki slowly slid his chair back, making a scratching noise against the tiled floor, and got up. He walked up towards you with his eyes trailing the floor.

“Yes?”

“Ohh! So obedient today, aren’t we? Hehe- It was only a matter of time I suppose.” You smiled your disgustingly innocent smile at him. “I need you to check something for me. It’s important, okay?”

He stayed silent as he watched you move the hand that was behind your back out forward. You had a carton of milk in your hand, and it seemed to have already been open. He saw you put the carton to your nose and sniff harshly from where the opening was before shoving the carton into his chest. A bit of milk spilled out and dripped onto his uniform.

“This milk. It smells kinda funky. I want you to check it for me.”

“…If it smells funny then it’s probably-“

“Did I ask for your cheap opinion? Just do the favor, alright?” You frustratingly squeezed the carton in your hand which made even more milk spurt out and land on your hand as well as Todoroki’s uniform again. “Ugh! Shit! Look what you made me do! From being so obstinate.”

“Sorry…” He took the carton from your hand. It was practically half full now so he wondered why you even still cared so much. But he didn’t ask. He put the carton to his nose and sniffed to try and find a rotten smell to it. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Are you stupid? Not like that, idiot. You’ll never know if its bad if you check like that.” You quickly took the milk from him and raised it in the air. “You have to check like this~” You began to slowly pour the rest of the carton’s contents onto his head, completely soaking his silky hair and ruining his uniform even more. The milk drenched into his shirt and he could feel its cool wetness trickle his skin. “Ahaha! Weeell?? Is it bad or not, Shouutoo??”

There was a loud commotion of hoots and hollers from the other classmates as they watched your tormenting of Todoroki.

“Uwaah!! Milk boy got dunked on again!!”

“Gross! He’s gonna smell so bad later…”

“Dude! Go wash up! You’re gonna make the whole class smell like milk!”

“Krrgh..” Todoroki choked up in frustration, his hands balled into a fist. The fact he couldn’t just punch you right now could drive him to a point of enraged insanity.

The fact he had to let you get away with this over and over again just because of your father’s notorious connections with various government and business groups. He sometimes thought about just killing you anyway and dealing with the consequences. Prison would be more manageable than continuing to live in this same physical plane as you.

He thought about how he’d do it, too. If he would try to do it inconspicuously with poison, or conspicuously with his hands wrapped around your slender little throat. The former lead to more chances of him getting away with it. He could have the pleasure of your death along with his freedom. But the latter…the latter was just too enticing to pass up. Being able to hear your gargled whimpers attempting to beg for your life. Your legs that would try to kick and pry him off your weak body. Your face losing its color as your body is abruptly deprived of oxygen. And finally, his personal favorite, your bloodshot eyes that would be pleading for him to give you mercy before finally greying out.

Yes…the latter would have to do. Time in prison would be a beautiful cost to pay to see you perish under his fingers. The world would thank him later, for getting rid of their waste. Your death would serve as your repentance

But he was weak. Scared. He couldn’t find the conviction he needed to actually go through with it. It made him feel even worse. Maybe you were never wrong, and he was truly as spineless as you treated him.

But he’d get stronger. He had to. He needed to. He craved to.

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“Good job on closing the deal, Todo!”

Todoroki had felt a harsh pat on his back before a heavy arm was slung over his shoulder by his spikey red haired coworker as he was grabbing his blazer off the chair.

“It was nothing, Kirishima.” He replied coolly but not without a small twinge of a smile.

“Ha! ‘It was nothing’ he says!” The energetic man turned his head around to face everyone else in the office. “Hey! Everyone! Pay attention to this guy right here! You might become the most successful businessman this country has to offer!”

The office chuckled and gave soft cheers for Todoroki, some of them poking fun at Kirishima’s exuberant display of comradery.

“Todo! Kiri! You guys are coming out for drinks, right!” Another one of Todoroki’s energetic co-workers, this time with bright yellow hair, briskly jogged up towards them. “I already invited the ladies!”

“Totally, dude! Where are we supposed to be going?”

“Heights Alliance! That bar has the best drinks and food a guy could ask for. Not to mention cute girls!

Todoroki softly brushed off the arm of Kirishima before putting his jacket on. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Aw! Come on dude!” This time, the yellow-haired co-worker placing his arm around Todoroki’s shoulder. “You alllways bail on us! Come with us this time! Drinks on Kiri!”

“Hey, Kaminari! Don’t decide that for yourself!” Kirishima retorted. “But yeah, man. You should come out. We miss you sometimes, dude.”

Todoroki hesitated as he contemplated his fellow workers’ requests. Honestly, he had never gone out to just...have fun. He would clog his mind with work which was probably why he was successful anyways. He didn’t even know why he was so disciplined when it came to his career. Not knowing what his goals even were. Focusing primarily on work, but for what? To just deny any moments of pleasure or belonging?

Maybe it was time for a change.

“…Alright.”

“Wooo!!! Todo is officially on board!”

The loudness of the cheers of his coworkers rang stingingly through his eardrums but he couldn’t suppress the smile that stemmed on his face.

As he had the feeling tonight would be an unforgettable night.

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Todoroki sighed as he sipped the last of his drink and placed it softly on the counter in front of him. He sat alone as he thought about what he was even doing there. The entire evening basically constituting to watching his co-workers ramble on about various subjects that he could not get the meaning behind. After a while of heavy drinking, that he did not participate in, everyone either went bar-hopping or went home passed out in a taxi. He truly did not understand the purpose of such gatherings and he started to wonder how he’d even fit into society.

As he thought to himself, the sudden words from the bartender disrupted his thoughts.

“Oh hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

The abrupt sound of your name made him widen his eyes and his body unconsciously jolt in the barstool. Was it really the same Y/N? No, it couldn’t be. Surely there were a bountiful amount of people with names that were similar to yours. But he had to check for himself, so he looked up from his empty glass and-

“Haha…Shinsou. Looking as gorgeously sleepy as ever. How are you?”

The sounds of your conversation with the bartender drowned out with the rest of the bustled atmosphere as he glared upon you. Without a doubt, it was you. He could never forget that figure. That figure that towered over him menacingly even though he was taller than you. That figure that just watched from a distance as you sent your delinquent underlings to pummel him into the cold cement. That figure who would bow respectfully to teachers when they dismissed any reports of your lechery. And now that same figure was only a few feet away from him, sitting gracefully at the bar counter as you talked to the unknowing bartender.

His glare locked long enough onto your figure for you to finally meet his eyes. And before he could look away, you had called out to him.

“Eh..? To…Todoroki?” You had softly called out to him. Using his name in a way that he had never heard from you before. Using a voice that harshly contradicted the patronizing tone you barked commands at him with. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”. You were smiling at him. Smiling at him as if he were a longtime friend that you missed connections with due to one of you going abroad.

You had hopped out of the barstool and approached your old classmate, taking a new seat beside him. He looked over at the wall of drinks displayed in front him, avoiding your gazing. “Wow…you’re all grown up now, huh?” You looked over to the bartender raising your hand at him. “Shinsou~ A refill on whatever he had, okay? Make it two actually.” The bartender simply nodded at you before mixing up various alcohol and flavors behind the counter.

“I..I don’t want to drink.” Todoroki shivered at his own statement as he was reminded of the times you’d scream at him for not doing something you’d ask.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s on me, okay? Don’t worry about it.” You had inched your head more over the counter trying to get a better look at him. “Your hair…I always thought it was dyed. But I guess its real, huh.” You reached your hand out to run your fingertips through his silky bi-colored bangs. He twitched at your touch.

What exactly were you doing? Acting so innocent with him like this. Were you just going to pretend like the three-year long trauma you subjected him to was a fable? An illusion? Or perhaps you had minimized the damage you’d done in your mind in order to preserve your own sanity as you took over a new life.

“...Y/N. What are you doing?”

You quirked your eyebrows in confusion at his question. “What do you mean? I just…I just think your hair is really pretty is all.”

Were you faking it? Was this another one of your atrocious jokes? Perhaps within the next minute you’d start cackling at him, asking him how he could be stupid enough to believe he deserved such niceties from the likes of you.

Todoroki looked down and squeezed the empty glass on the counter. “Don’t you…don’t you remember? What you did to me?”

“Todoroki…” You lowered your eyebrows in sorrow. “I-I’m sorry for what I did to you back then. I was indeed…a cruel person. I know you probably won’t accept that…but I still want to tell you. You at least deserve my apology. As cheap as it is.”

He looked over to you, surprised at your apologetic tone. He gazed into your e/c eyes. The very e/c eyes that captured the hearts of everyone around you, yet seethed supremacy and calamity toward him. He had learned to distrust anyone with eyes that resembled yours. The eyes that were now looking at him with…

Remorse. Your eyes were burdening in remorse. As soon as Todoroki saw the guilt that dwelled in your eyes he knew that this wasn’t a joke. That you weren’t pretending to feel these things. The look in your eyes unquestionably conveyed the apology you had stated earlier.

And it was that same look that would ascend an unusual beast that lurked within the visceral regions of his body. An unfamiliar thirst that stayed submerged within him, never needing to be satisfied until now. It gurgled within the depths of his gut, practically wanting to vomit out of his esophagus.

A beast that went by the name of revenge. And it would be so easy to pursue it right now with the plague of repentance beating in your heart.

Todoroki placed one of his hands on yours and squeezed tightly. Your skin was so soft, so smooth. He could never take the time to feel how delicate your skin was when the only touch of yours he knew before was the stinging slaps you’d deliver on his face. But tonight, he’d be able to feel something more, and the touch of his hands on yours only made the beast inside of him grow more and more unruly.

“I forgive you, Y/N.” He tried to state it in the softest way possible, making sure the feigning of the line wouldn’t be discovered. However, he knew you believed him by the twinkle in your eye, signifying an immense weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Todoroki…” A warm tear dropped from your cheek to his hand. “Thank you, Todoroki… thank you.” More tears would soon follow and drop onto his hand. He would’ve let go of you if he wasn’t so encapsulated by the feeling of your salty waters dropping onto his skin. As your tears cooled and dried up into his hand, he couldn’t have felt more enthused.

It was only then that Todoroki could take in the beauty that was your face. You looked so elegant like that, with pools of emotions trailing down your cheeks. Maybe if he’d seen this site of you in high school he’d had instantly fell in love. But such feelings didn’t reside in him anymore. They’d been evicted by the lurking beast of revenge, and that beast was craving more of this site from you.

“Two Vieux Carre cocktails” The bartender had placed the drinks on the counter in front of each of you before grabbing something under the counter. “…and a tissue”. He handed the soft fabric to you which made you giggle a bit.

“Thank you, Shinsou.”

He simply hummed a reply at you and returned to making drinks for other patrons that had walked in.

While you wiped away the allure that was your tears, Todoroki sat there, thinking of prolific strategies of how to get you under his grip. Should he just ask you to come home with him? Wouldn’t that be too straight forward? He didn’t know much about social interactions, but he knew asking a woman at a bar to come home with him had its underlying implications. And its not that he was undesired by women; he knew of the colleagues in his office that held romantic feelings for him. He just never followed through with any of them, never feeling anything close to the desires that were brought for him.

He also couldn’t help but feel subconscious about asking you to come home with him. You were the person that so incredibly ridiculed him for three years. You were still the same person who made him believe that no sane person would ever look twice at him. That he was too weak and monotonous to ever make someone feel happy.

Or were you? It seemed that whatever life change you went through caused you to redevelop your entire personality. Maybe you’d be like most the women he encountered in his life and become attracted to him? After-all, he also wasn’t the same person as he was in high school. He’d become stronger mentally and physically as well as much more confident about himself.

“Y/N, would you like to…finish drinking at my home?”

You stopped drying your tears at the suddenness of the question. “Huh?...You actually want me in your home?”

“Only if you want to.” Todoroki squeezed your hand again attempting to signal the desire to have you with him in private.

Blood rose to your nose and you looked away in embarrassment. “…Okay.”

Todoroki couldn’t stop the widening of his eyes at your acceptance. A part of him truly believed you’d call him disgusting before jumping up and delivering one of your characteristic slaps to his face. The heavens knew just how badly that needed to happen. If you’d rejected him, the beast of revenge may have gone right back to where it resided, deep in the subconscious of his mind.

But no, you’d accepted him. And with that, you’d accept your punishment. If you were truly ready to take on a new life, you would need to repent for your old one.

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Todoroki couldn’t stop the erratic beating of his heart as the two of you walked over the threshold into his house. He was closer and closer to fulfilling the dream of having you within his grips. But he couldn’t be too impatient as this would be the part where he would need to tread carefully. As the two of you took off your shoes, he would continue to watch your every move, like a jaguar stalking its prey.

“Woww!” Your eyes wandered around Todoroki’s living room, amazed at how expansive and beautifully designed it was. “Your house is so luxurious! And polished!” You looked back at Todoroki. “It suits you.”

Todoroki was a bit taken aback by your statement. As far as he knew, you had a rich father who catered to everything your callous heart desired. He was partly the reason behind his suffering seeing as that your father made sure any unpleasantry brought against you was hushed behind a closed door. “You aren’t used to this?” He stepped over to the mini-bar area and reached up to grab a specific bottle of wine.

“Huh?” You followed behind him and leaned against the bar counter, grazing your finger over the refined marble surface.

“This…kind of house. You aren’t used to it?” He grabbed a corkscrew from the drawer and began to pry off the wine bottle’s cork. “Your father was a rich businessman was he not?”

You scoffed as you rested your elbow on the marble. “My father was in the yakuza. Rich in some aspects, but no businessman.” Your eyes fell from Todoroki to the counter. “And we never got to live in a place anywhere this grand. Especially after he was taken down by the cops…”

“I see.” It made perfect sense honestly. Your yakuza connections would explain the lackeys, the apathy of the teachers towards your lechery, the strange approval of your actions by the entire class. It must’ve been hard behind the scenes having to be the daughter of a yakuza member, but nonetheless it wouldn’t your crimes against his humanity. Todoroki poured two glasses of wine and placed one on the counter next to you.

“Should we…sit on the couch?” You looked towards to main part of the living room, eyes landing on Todoroki’s expensive sectional. “I-I mean…if you want to…”

Todoroki noticed the flustering of your face and couldn’t help but think that if the two of you had met under different pretexts he would surely have made you his wife. But marriage is not what this affair is about. This affair is about satisfying the demon that grew expansively inside of him.

He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers between yours as he picked up both glasses with his other hand. “I’d love to, Y/N”.

He walked the two of you over to the couch, waiting until you sat down to hand you your glass and sit closely beside you. He carefully watched as you took sips from the glass, mesmerized by the shape of lips and how you’d glossed them for your night out. They looked so soft and delicate and perfectly matched the dimensions of your face.

But your naivety obviously outmatched your beauty Todoroki thought. How could you so easily drink from the hands of someone who would so obviously want to get revenge on you? Did your newfound personality make you oblivious to the dangers of life? Maybe after wanting to permanently discard the remains of the yakuza from your brain, you decided to look at people in a new light. Maybe you wanted to just see the good in everyone and learn that most people aren’t out to destroy you. It is indeed a true thought; most people don’t want to destroy you.

But most people also don’t subject those around them to abhorrent acts of malice. And for that, your naivety would prove to be one of the worst decisions you’d made in your small existence.

“Your wine…it tastes very good.” You had swirled what left of it you had before drinking it all within a couple more gulps.

Probably the best compliment you could have said in your life. Todoroki had taken the time to make sure every speckle of power was completely dissolved into the wine. He couldn’t taste it himself or get a taste tester of course, so he would have just had to wait until your ultimate encountering to test it. And it worked.

“It was a gift from a friend abroad.” A lie. But a believable lie. “I’m glad you like it.”

You quizzingly looked at his still full glass of wine in his hand. “Why didn’t you drink any?”

“Oh...I- well I guess I am already a bit tipsy from the bar so further consumption would be ill-advised.” He smoothy stated before placing the glass on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You giggled at the statement as Todoroki internally cackled at your gullibility.

“You know, Todoroki…” Your eyes strayed to your lap. “I know this must mean nothing coming from me but…I liked you a lot in high school.” You twirled your index finger in circles on your skirt. “And I know I was mean to you but…I believe that our encounter must have been fate because, well…I still like you.”

Todoroki smiled, a cover-up for the guttural laughter that wanted to burst out of him. He let go of your hand and traced his fingers across your cheek before holding the side of your face delicately in his hand. “That…means more than you’d ever know, Y/N.”

“Shouto…”

He leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek before pressing his lips against yours. Your lips were just as soft as they looked and the gloss you wore provided a sweet vanilla taste. You sunk your hand into the red side of his hair before slipping your tongue in between his lips. Your tongue felt hot in his mouth and Todoroki grabbed your head to pull you deeper into the kiss. He tasted every part of your mouth that he could with his tongue. Your teeth, your gums, the inside of your cheeks. He made sure to leave his mark everywhere in your mouth, foreboding to the marks that would soon be left on your body.

As his kiss got deeper, yours became shallower and lazier. Eventually you pressed your hand against his chest to softly get him to back up.

“I’m sorry, Shouto…” You pressed your hand to your forehead. “It seems…I have a headache…and I’m kinda sleepy.” Your eyelids drooped heavily as sleep seemed to overcome you. “I…should go home.”

Shouto grabbed your head and leaned you down on the couch, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Ssshh…its okay Y/N. You can just sleep here for tonight. I’ll drive you back in the morning.”

“Okay…thankyou, Shouto.” You quickly drifted off to sleep at the finish of your sentence.

When Todoroki felt the heaves of your chest raise higher and lower at deeper levels, he picked you up into his arms, carrying you gently to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. Though that was a rare chance seeing as how he put a little extra power in the wine to make sure it would subdue you. He carried you down the corridor to the door that would lead to your demise. Before he walked down the stairs, he whispered into your non-listening ear.

“This encounter is indeed special, Y/N. But it will be more special to you than it will for me…because tonight will mark my vengeance. And tonight will also mark…your repentance.”

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justanotherlifeff · 3 years

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You hated Bakugou Katsuki with every single fiber of your body. Yes, at the moment, you were running around on the streets, trying to find the site at which Bakugou was currently fighting a villain. You had finally taken it upon yourself to stop the angry blond from ruining his reputation any further by intervening whenever he had to deal with the press. Which basically meant, you had to track him during his patrols, find out where the hell he is fighting a villain and be there to stop him from running his mouth. Thanks to that, the press has now recognized as ‘the mom assistant’ as the news articles said, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakugou-kun!” you yelled, catching the blonde’s attention as he was close to starting an argument with the reporter talking to him. “Why the fuck do you always have to butt in?” Bakugou yelled at you, clearly furious, possibly because of something the reporter said. “Well, cause you need to keep your mouth in check!” you snapped at him before smiling at the reporter and saying, “Sorry sir, we’ll have to cut this short” and pulled Bakugou out of the crowd. “Stop pulling me dimwit!” Bakugou barked, yet letting you take him away despite his ability to yank you off. “Well, do you think Deku-san is gonna yell at reporters? Why do you think you never cross him at the popularity poll? Fan votes aren’t everything you know. We both want you to be the number 1, Bakugou-kun” you lectured him, something that worked every single time somehow.

Bakugou only let out a small grunt in reply, liking the fact that you always told him that you wanted him to be the number 1. In fact, he started the argument with the reporter only to have you lecture him. He had been causing way more trouble for you than usual just to hear you say how much you want him to be the number 1, since his ego, which was as big as an entire dinosaur, did not allow him to just ask you to praise him. Little did he know, it only made you more overworked, more frustrated with him.

Yes, you were absolutely hopeless on how to deal with his PR issues. The fact that you had a rather personal connection to his antics did not help either. You were wondering whether your plan to spend more time with him was a mistake, but, you did not have the heart to stop all that meaningless cooking sessions, which were not really cooking sessions anymore, but more like just hanging out together at your apartment, watching random stuff on the TV while eating whatever food he helped you cook up. Sometimes, he would ask you to show up at his regular gym with food and you would just wait there and watch him work out. The two of you would talk, and sometimes he would help you work out as well since “you can’t possibly protect yourself with that noodle arms dumbass!”.

You were at home, at 12am, thinking about possible solutions to handling a way more troublesome Bakugou, when you got a call from the team leader of his PR team. “What the fuck did he do again?” you wondered as you picked the call up. “What did he do now?” you asked, frustration clear in his voice. “Check Chargebolt’s Instagram. We are currently contacting his PR team to take down the post but seems like Chargebolt hacked into it pretty well. I’m surprised that someone as dumb as him was able to do something like that. I need you to find Bakugou and Chargebolt and get rid of the post before any further damage is done.” Was all he said before hanging up. “Damn, it must be bad…” you muttered as you got into Chargebolt’s profile. And damn, it really was bad.

The picture was of a very drunk Bakugou, who was smiling smugly at the camera. However, that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was the two girls on both his laps, two girls who had claimed to have slept with Bakugou in the past, something you had a hard time handling, both as an assistant and as someone who was unfortunate enough to be in love with Bakugou Katsuki himself. “OH, HELL NO! NOT ON MY WATCH!” You gritted your teeth, obviously tired of his bullshit, as you slipped into some decent clothes and ran to catch the train closest to the address of nightclub that his PR team texted you about.

As soon as you reached, the bouncer stopped you, as he thought that you were a random civilian trying to get into the heroes only club. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki’s assistant. I’ve got my ID card. I need to talk to him urgently.” You told him, showing your ID card. “I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not allowed to let anyone who’s not a hero in.” the bouncer answered calmly. “Well, then I’m sorry about this.” You muttered before making a run towards the entrance, without giving the bouncer the chance to catch you. For once, you were thankful to your brat of a boss for making sure you had the stamina to run fast, thanks to tracking him all over the city for the last few months.

Thankfully, you found him quite fast, still with those two obnoxious fangirls as you charged towards him. “BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI, WE NEED TO FUCKING TALK!” You snarled at him. “Damnnnn, you get all the hotties don’tcha Kacchan?” you heard Chargebolt laugh from a chair nearby, having a drink. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Bakugou asked, not even hiding the blush as he found you being angry immensely attractive. However, you were not looking at him at the moment. In fact, you were glaring so hard at Kaminari that if you had an eye lazer quirk, he’d be dead five times over.

“You, delete that fucking post. NOW!” you scolded the now scared lightening hero. “Damn… Okay okay I’m doing it jeez! You’re scarier than Bakugou wtf?” Kaminari chuckled nervously as he deleted the post with shaky hands. “Good. I’ll make sure your PR team gives you hell if you pull any shit like this again.” You gave the nervous man one last glare before directing all your wrath to Bakugou.

For once, he was smart enough to ditch the fangirls, knowing very well that pissing you off now would not end well, no matter how hot you look at the moment. “You, are coming with me.” You told him quietly, venom in your voice. The bouncer finally found you at that moment and tried to apologize to Bakugou about letting you in, however, Bakugou muttering a small “it’s fine” to him told him all about you in an instant. The pro hero never spoke quietly, which only meant that you must be important enough to interrupt his night.

“You’re too drunk to drive. Gimme your keys.” You muttered as you got out of the club with a rather tame looking Bakugou. “You can drive?” he asked, to which you snapped, “Just cause I don’t have a car doesn’t mean I can’t drive, asshole!”. To that, he simply handed over the keys to his Lamborghini to you, which you used to unlock his car and get in. Bakugou got into the passenger’s seat and after a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “So, where are we going?” to which you answered, “your penthouse.”. “How the fuck do you know my address?” he asked. “I’m your assistant, Bakugou.” You answered, not looking at him.

The rest of the ride passed in a tense silence as you finally reached the parking lot of his penthouse. After putting his car in the designated area, you decided that enough was enough. You did not want to deal with these feelings anymore. You did not want to deal with situations where he looked at other women the way you wanted him to look at you. You decided that you should rip the bandage then and there. “Bakugou, I wanna quit the job. I’ll bring the resignation letter tomorrow.” You muttered.

To say that Bakugou was in shock was an understatement. “What? What the fuck? Why?” he asked, not hiding the hurt expression on his face. “I can’t take this anymore. Do you even realize how much trouble you cause? Why did I have to show up at a random high class night club today, run from the bouncer, shout at another top pro hero to delete YOUR picture with some random women all because you can’t keep it in your pants? Why do you constantly cause all that PR nightmare? It’s only gotten worse since I started cooking for you. One moment, you try to show up at my home to hang out for no reason and then you go through all the effort to make life harder for me. What do you want from me, Bakugou? Have I done anything wrong? Honestly, this is exactly why Deku is the number 1 hero and you’re not. If I were Deku’s assistant, he wouldn’t have….” Your voice cracked but you were stopped by Bakugou.

“You’re not his assistant. Don’t fucking say good things about him. You’re mine, (Y/N). Not Deku’s, not anyone’s, but mine.” Bakugou growled possessively. “I’m not yours, Bakugou. Those girls you sleep with on a daily basis, they are yours. I don’t want to be with someone who fucks around with random women who throw themselves at them.” You snapped back and for once, Bakugou realized that he messed up.

At the beginning, Bakugou always did as he pleased as 1, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, he got his dick wet so basically, it was always a win-win situation for him. After you fell into his life (quite literally), he found out that he should do as he pleases as 1, again, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, his overinflated ego wouldn’t let him confess his feelings towards you, which is why, it started as him trying to deny his feelings by fucking someone else and later, when he realized that it wasn’t working, he stopped the fucking, but pretended that he didn’t stop it, assuming that you would get jealous and confess to him first. However, now he realized that he judged the situation completely wrong.

“I won’t change what I said, (L/N). You’re mine. I’m saying that, considering everything you just said to me.” Bakugou answered after a brief pause. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you did not sleep with anyone.” You asked him with a deadpan expression. “I stopped two months ago. Pikachu posted that picture because I asked him to. I wanted you to think that I didn’t stop. You can ask all my friends about it.” Bakugou muttered, looking clearly embarrassed. “And why the fuck would you want me to think you’re fucking around?” you asked him, clearly confused. “So that you confess first…” Bakugou muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

The two of you sat there in silence before you busted out laughing. “OI! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?” Bakugou yelled at you, his face completely red, making you laugh even harder. “My God, you’re such a tsundere!” you somehow choked out before wheezing due to laughter. Bakugou just sat there like a sulking child till you were done laughing.

“So, you’re mine. That’s settled right?” Bakugou asked you grumpily, as soon as you caught your breath. “You know, out of all the ways I expected you to ask me out, this was definitely not something I expected, and yet, somehow, this sounds exactly like something you’d do.” You chuckled softly. Bakugou only grunted as an answer. A rather comfortable silence fell between the two of you before it was interrupted yet again by Bakugou.

“So, you didn’t say if it was settled or not.” He grumbled. “Yessir, it’s settled.” You answered. A moment later, he asked again, “So, you’re not leaving the job, right?”. “Nope, I’m not.” You answered. Another brief moment later, he demanded, “Tell me that I’m better than Deku.”. “I will, if you behave.” You answered with a smile, to which he replied, “Fuck you”. “Well, then I won’t call you better than Deku” you answered with a sickly-sweet smile, making him pop a vein on his forehead. “Say it!” he barked, only to have you reply, “Deku is better than…” before you were cut off by a kiss.

You absolutely hated Bakugou Katsuki. Yes, you totally hated the fact that he won your heart. Right.

A/N: THERE WILL BE SMUT ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✿D.K.- trying, and succeeding?✶☼⚠︎

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Words: 1760

Warnings/kinks: fluffy smut, POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING {mentions of puking, mentions of being disgusted about yourself etc. Nothing super intense}

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x FEM!reader

Summary: Denki finally figures out you have an eating disorder

(I wasn't sure to write this as if y/n was underweight or not, so I opted for a neutral, average, build)

Just to preface, I do not have an eating disorder, so some details might be skewed. Please, please, please make sure you're in the right mindset to read this fic, I would hate it if someone got triggered by this :(

**posted on mobile, sorry for the format**

=== NSFW AND POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING UNDER CUT ===

It had only taken Denki what, four months, to become suspicious of your eating/puking habit. He wasn't the smartest fella, nor a very self-conscious one either, but after he found your 'calories diary', a book where you wrote down what not to eat, his brain finally slotted the pieces together. His immediate thought was 'why? You’re so beautiful?' and 'why would you do that to your body?'. But after some research, he had a loose understanding of what you had. He was now hyper aware of when you were refusing to eat, and how you were doing it.

"Oh, I ate an hour ago, I'm fine."

"I just have a stomach ache is all."

"I'm feeling sick. I have to go use the bathroom."

Denki was determined to 'make your sickness go away', but he really struggled trying to help you. He tried locking the bathrooms to prevent you from going in, (he failed to realize that you could puke outside, or in a bowl), he tried making you something himself (thinking that you couldn't refuse to eat something that he made. Turns out he was the one that puked that day). He even set alarms on your phone for every few hours telling you 'don't forget to have a snack :)'. Truly, he really was trying to help. Keyword; trying. He was probably better off just calling a doctor or something for you, (which you would've hated).

Denki finally decided to confront you, pulling out your diary as proof. You yelled at him about your privacy, but you softened your stance when he told you that he was concerned about your health, which was a lot coming from Denki.

"I just want you to be happy in your own skin," Denki pouted, a hand on your knee as he sat with you. His eyes glittered with concern, trying his best to not just shake you and yell 'BEGONETH, POISONOUS THINKING! THOU DOTH BAD!'

"I want to be, too," your lip quivered, holding back tears.

"Can I hug you?" Denki pleaded, pouting his lip. You gave him a stout nod, and he wrapped his arms around you. You turned and sat on Denki's lap, hugging him back.

"I can't describe to you how beautiful you are, y/n," Denki murmured. "I'll admit that I'm not the greatest at comforting, but I'll try my best for you."

The two of you sat there for awhile, tangled in an embrace, tears wetting his shoulder. He soothed his hand over your shaking back, trying to calm you. He didn't know what to do, currently. You had never sat on his lap and cried.

"Thank you for trying, Denki," you sniffled, curling your fingers through his hair. "I just feel so disgusted whenever I see myself in the mirror, or in pictures. I hate how I look, and I constantly feel like you're only dating me because you're desperate."

"Fist of all, you aren't disgusting, I love how you look," Denki began, "Second of all, hey, I wasn't that desperate. I actually had a crush on you all throughout middle school, and I was scared shittless asking you out. You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Buzzy," you sobbed, hugging him harder. "It's just so hard to believe when I have this body."

"Y'know you're not just a body, right?" Denki pulled back, looking you in the eye. "I would never date someone just for their body, despite what everyone thinks. But I have to admit-- Damn, you are one smokin' woman, baby."

A shy smile fitted your face, and you wiped away your tears, "I just want to be happy with myself and how I look."

You sat and cuddled for a bit longer on the bed, Denki whispering praise into your ear. He felt so content with you in his arms, feeling comforted from him.

"...Denki," you said firmly, turning to face him. "Way to ruin the mood."

He looked down to where you were staring, and blushed deeply. Oops, "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!"

"It's alright, Denki," You giggled, "I get it, I'm just so smokin'"

You attempted to flip your hair while laying down, and winked at the golden haired boy next to you.

"You are," Denki protested, trying to hide his face in a pillow.

"I'll try," you sighed, turning to stroke Denki's hair. "I'll try and be healthy to my body. But god, is it hard."

"D'y'know what else is hard?" Denki said smugly, grinning dumbly.

"Denki! I swear, we can never cuddle without you getting horny," you giggled.

"I'm sorry," Denki replied, hiding his shame in a pillow. "Just making you feel better makes me feel good."

"Oh? Then feel free to make me feel much, much better," you purred, rolling on top of him.

"F-fuck," he whispered, hands catching your waist, "this- this was supposed to be a wholesome m-moment."

"Says you," you snorted, rolling your hips to grind on his erection.

"I-I know but," Denki bit his lip, "I- uhg. I dunno."

"C'mon, Denki-Chan~ please~~?" You hummed, batting your eyelashes at him.

His eyes wandered down to where you were seated, and he felt his dick twitch, "ok. But, I wanna make this about you. So, uh, make sure you tell me if I'm being too selfish, kay?"

You nodded, smiling brightly before leaning in to place a fat kiss on Denki's lips. He whimpered under your touch, fisting your shirt tighter. He excitedly bobbed his tongue against your lower lip, initiating his favourite way to kiss you. Denki gently turned the two of you over, laying you on your back.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Beautiful," Denki mumbled, hurrying to remove your shirt. "Oh fuck, you're hot."

You were blushing underneath him and trying not to protest his praise, loosely holding onto his thighs. Denki continued to remove your bra, only taking a few tries, and threw it somewhere on the floor. His Cheshire grin made you wriggle in embarrassment, and you managed to grind up into his crotch.

"Babe, your tits are amazing," Denki drooled, leaning down and trying to grab as much flesh as possible. He attached his mouth around one nipple, sucking and nibbling slightly before moving on to the next one.

"D-denki," you gasped, knitting your fingers through his hair. "Just fuck me, please."

His whole scheme to have a nice, soft, all-about-you night, went out the window when he heard you say that. How could he say no to you? He leaned up again and gave you a sloppy kiss, "ok, baby. Remember, tell me if I'm being too selfish."

You nodded excitedly, readjusting your position. Denki pulled down your pants with ease, groaning at the sight of you in just your panties. You were amazing, and he couldn't believe that he was on top of you, about to make you feel good. He peeled off your panties and threw them beside him. He licked his hand and reached down to your pussy, giving your clit a quick rub before he put a condom on.

Denki sighed with delight as he rubbed his cock between your folds, lubing himself up with your juices, "can't wait to fuck you, y/n."

"Just do it, Denki~" you chided, rolling your hips impatiently.

"Fffuck, you're so hot," Denki hissed as he inched himself into you. "M' so lucky."

You bit your lip through a moan, and guided your hands to your boyfriend's shoulders. You could feel your face heating up, a red hue igniting your cheeks. You were too focused on Denki dipping into you to realize that, oh god, the lights were fully on.

"—wait. The lights..." you mumbled, tempted to push Denki off of you so you could flick them off.

"Nuh-uh, babe," Denki tisked, leaning closer to you. "I hardly ever see you like this with so much lighting. Makes me so much more turned-on for you."

You let out a small moan at his embarrassing words, Denki quickening his pace. You could only groan and tighten your grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Denki's breath was ragged from the way you clenched against him whenever he went deep enough, trying to trap him inside of you.

"D-denki~~ feels so good," your eyebrows furrowed, bucking with his rhythm.

"Y-you deserve—," Denki struggled, sweat dripping from his forehead, "you deserve to f-feel good, baby. You deserve to feel amazing."

Through your stupor you could tell that he was on the edge of his orgasm, his jaw clenching, and his words coming out jumbled. Denki started rutting into you harder, with more intensity, and tried to swallow his groans.

"Thought you weren't gonna be greedy and cum before me, hm?" You ribbed as he fucked into you wildly.

"It's—," Denki huffed, "—hard when I haven't had sex with you for awhile."

Your pleasure came back to you as Denki struggled to rub your clit, lurching his hips faster. You brought your hand down to do it yourself, saving Denki from a very sore left arm. The mix of the penetration and touches to your clit made you moan out pleas, encouraging Denki to fuck you harder.

"Oh god, oh fuck. Oh fuck your so attractive. Shiiit, you're so sexy, babe," Denki blabbered as he grabbed one of your tits. "Shitshitshitshitshit I'm close—."

"I-I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, failing to give yourself slow, sensual rubs. It was almost vicious how you were touching yourself, desperate for release.

"God, cum for me, y/n," Denki choked as he drooled.

"Yes, yes... yes!" You chanted, throwing your head back and yelling out Denki's name.

"Oh my god—," Denki groaned, eyes rolling back as he filled the condom with his semen. "You are... the bestest thing."

"Thank you, Denki," you smiled, sitting up weakly as he dropped the used condom in the trash. "Thank you."

"Of course!" He yelled, skipping back to you and giving you a hug.

"Denki Kaminari, don't you ever skip towards me naked ever again," you scolded, shoving a finger to his chest.

"What?!" He grinned. "What's wrong with a little flippy-floppy?"

"Kaminari!!"

#anime #bnha #mha #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #denki #denki kaminari smut

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kirishibi · 4 years

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Nights Like These | Kirishima Ejirou

Summary: You’re having a rough night struggling with your anxiety and your long time crush, Kirishima, helps you through it

Pairing: Kirishima Ejirou x Reader

Warnings: pretty vivid and possibly triggering descriptions of the physical symptoms and racing thoughts that come with an anxiety attack, non-established relationship, pining, lots of Kiri comfort, so much fluff, very very mild cursing, spoilers abt Kirishima’s backstory, (y/n)’s pretty shy in this one oops

**this fic has a lottt of comfort and fluff in it after the first quarter, but if descriptions of anxiety are triggering for you please read with caution and skip over bits if needed**

Word Count: 2.8k

a/n: chef actually writing for once??? unheard of. anyway, i was struggling really hard this week, so i wrote some kiri comfort because who doesn’t want this sweet boi to hold ur hand and tell you everything’s gonna be okay when it feels like the world’s falling apart.i legit wrote this while crying bruv if any one of my fics is a window to my soul its this one

It began with that all-too-familiar pit of dread in your stomach, an uncomfortable rush of adrenaline in your upper chest that you desperately tried to force away. Trembling fingertips, wobbling knees, the sudden urge to crawl out of your own skin. All you did was get tongue-tied while chatting with Bakugou and a few of his friends, but your fumbled words wouldn’t stop echoing through your skull, the angry blond’s mocking gaze replaying over and over again in your mind.

You barely made it to your dorm before shards of your shattered confidence gathered to form a lump in your throat, and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. You threw open the door to your room, hastily swung it shut as you entered. As heavy wood slammed into its frame, a jarring bang echoed throughout the hallway outside. You physically cringed, brows knitting together and nose scrunching in disgust at your own actions.

Damn it, you thought to yourself, everyone heard that, and now they’re all pissed at you.

This happened more times than you could count: one minor mistake drudged up what seemed like hundreds of embarrassing memories from your past, and in a matter of minutes you knew you’d wind up a sobbing mess on your bedroom floor, gasping for air, convinced that the only thing you’re truly good at is being a burden.

There was a dam inside your mind; one that held all of your regrets, self-loathing thoughts, and most embarrassing memories. The multitude of cracks in its foundation threatened to give with every little thing you deemed a screw-up, and in that moment, the dam broke.

A half-complete exam sat before you. Your left leg nervously bounced beneath your desk as a pencil twirled between the nimble fingers of your dominant hand. The eraser of your pencil caught on the surface of your desk mid-twirl, causing the utensil to fling from your grasp. It arched through the air and thumped the boy seated in front of you, Ojiro, right between his shoulder blades. No amount of rambled apologies from you, nor sincere ’it’s okay!’s from the kind-hearted blond could stop that moment from searing itself into your memory. Just another reason you should never leave your room again.

Sinking into an unmade bed, you pulled your knees up to your chest. Feeble arms hugged your legs tightly as you desperately tried to shake the unpleasant thoughts from your own brain. “No,” you pleaded with yourself, “no, (Y/n), you’re not doing this again.” Fingernails dug into soft flesh beneath your school uniform’s knee-high socks, a momentary distraction from the sheer panic swelling inside your chest. Forehead pressed against bent knees, you hoped that if you made yourself small enough, maybe you could disappear entirely.

Accidentally interrupting someone during a conversation, tripping over your own feet while walking down the hall, getting anxious speaking to your redheaded crush and forgetting what you wanted to say altogether.

You couldn’t help but gasp for air, the angry burning of your lungs only worsening with every shallow breath as hot tears trailed down the sides of your face. There was no stopping the sobs that pushed past your lips, nor the self loathing thoughts that racked your brain. You pressed your back firmly against the cool drywall beside your bed with the vain hope that the sudden chill may keep you grounded.

Nearly spitting out your tea as Kaminari cracked a joke during lunch, not realizing you took someone else’s seat in the common room, bumping into an elderly woman on the train, dropping a handful of textbooks in front of your entire class.

A knock on the door momentarily pulled you from what seemed to be an inescapable frenzy of thoughts. You stumbled to your feet, stole a glance in the mirror beside your bed. Reluctant to allow someone else to see your puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you forced yourself to speak up, “uh- uhm,” your voice wavered with every word, but you cleared your throat and continued on, “I-I’m sorry, now isn’t really a good time.”

“Aw,” a familiar voice pouted from the other side, muffled by the wall between you, “well, think ya could let me in anyway?” It was Kirishima, the guy you’d been head-over-heels for since the beginning of your freshman year.

You refused to let him see you so disheveled, couldn’t bear the thought of willingly adding another embarrassing moment to your catalogue of painful memories.

“I’m sorry, I- well,” you wanted to lie, to make up an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer the door, but nothing came to mind. “I just can’t talk right now. Do you need something?”

“Yep! It’s really urgent, can’t wait another second!” He eagerly pleaded, and you just couldn’t find the will to say no.

Hastily drying your wet face with creased sleeves and fixing your hair to the best of your ability, you made your way to the door and cautiously inched it open.

The crimson haired boy stood before you with a box of your favorite candy in his hands and a warm smile on his face. His brows were knit together in concern, tender eyes wholly trained on you. He glanced both ways down the vacant hallway to ensure that no one was within earshot before speaking in a hushed tone, “you didn’t seem like yourself in class today. Like, you were quieter than usual, and then Bakugou was a bit of an ass earlier...“ He nodded to the cardboard container in his hands, “I’ve seen you eat this before and it always seems to put a smile on your face, so I thought maybe it could do the same today too.” His grin faltered for a moment, gaze dropping to the floor as if embarrassed by his own words. “It’s stupid, I know, but I had to do somethin’!”

Despite your best efforts, the happy facade you’d forced on for Kirishima fell, and your eyes welled with tears once again. Your bottom lip trembled as you tried to swallow the lump crawling up your throat. His gaze shifted from the floor, back up to meet yours, and he nearly dropped the container in his hands at the sight of you so close to crying.

Without a second thought, he threw his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug, “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” His voice filled with worry, further breaking your heart, “Did I get the wrong kind of candy?”

“N-no,” you whimpered into his shoulder, unable to finish before the words caught in your mouth and tears wet the thin cotton of his shirt . Your arms wrapped around his waist, unconsciously reciprocating his hug. His warmth reminded you of just how long it had been since you’d let someone be so close. Your knees buckled under the weight of your own grief, and before you knew it, Kirishima was scooping you up into his strong arms. He carried you to the comfort of your bed, kicking the door closed as he passed.

“I knew you weren’t okay,” he muttered into your ear, tone much softer than you were used to from the boisterous man. He carefully set you down on your plush mattress, grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, then knelt on the floor before you.

“I’m f-fine,” you forced out, trying to steady your voice but failing horribly, “You can go if you wa-want. I don't want to-”

Kirishima silenced you with a tender palm rested atop your own. “I’m not leaving you, (Y/n). Whatever’s going on, I care about you too much to make you deal with it alone.”

Up until then, you had made it a point to keep your anxiety hidden from your peers. You worried that they would treat you differently if they knew, that they wouldn’t quite understand. But, something about Kirishima told you that he was different, that nothing would change if you opened up to him. Regardless of your fears, the look in his eyes and tender cadence of his voice made you feel safe, like it was okay to be vulnerable.

“I,” your eyes flicked from your lap to meet his worried gaze, “I can’t help but remember everything I’ve done wrong over the years and just hate myself. I hate every mistake, every failure, every moment I did something dumb and didn’t know how to fix it.” Your stomach clenched as yet another sob forced its way past your lips. “I have so many regrets, and I constantly feel like an awful person because of them.”

A calloused thumb brushed along your upper cheek, wiping away the tracks of fallen tears. He nodded along as you vented, as if he understood exactly where you were coming from. Then, when you went silent, he waited for a few beats to ensure you were entirely finished speaking before responding. “I’m sure it doesn’t seem like it, but I used to be someone I’m not proud of either, and, honestly? Sometimes I still don’t like the person I see in the mirror.” He paused for a moment, lips pulled in a thin, contemplative line before continuing, “can you keep a secret?”

You nodded, surprised and mildly confused by his words. Could someone as confident and lovable as Kirishima really struggle with the same anxieties that you did?

He chuckled at the quizzical look you gave him, took a deep breath to steady his own nerves. “So, I actually didn’t look like this back in middle school -- hold up, I think I actually have a picture.” Five fingers flexed around your own, holding you close as his free hand fished into his pants pocket and pulled out a red-cased phone. Within a few seconds, ruby eyes were locked with your own once again, a shy smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Promise not to laugh?”

The redhead’s grin was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile with him. Your worries hadn’t been entirely forgotten, but with every word spoken between you, every passing second with his fingers entwined with your own, a subtle calm began to wash over you. “I’ll try not to,” you responded. That seemed good enough for him, and with only a short moment of hesitation, Kirishima turned the phone’s screen toward you to reveal a photo of himself from a few years before.

Long, black hair framed a round face, slender shoulders slumped and eyes downcast as he stood alone in the courtyard of what you assumed to be his old middle school. Your head cocked to the side, brows furrowed in disbelief as you looked from the photo to the person in front of you. For a moment, you thought he must have been kidding. The muscular, seemingly self-assured man that knelt before you didn’t resemble the boy on his phone in the slightest. “You’re serious? That was you?”

He nodded, clearly amused by your reaction. You wanted to ask what changed, how he pulled such a total one-eighty, but couldn’t find a way to without sounding rude.

He seemed to read your mind, though, and answered your question without hesitation. “I realized that I didn’t like the person I was, and vowed to be better.” He powered off the device in his hand and tossed it aside, attention entirely back to you, thumb unconsciously caressing the back of your hand as he continued. “I’m not telling you this because I think you need to change. Frankly,” his eyes darted to the floor, voice lowering nearly to a whisper, “I, uh, I really like the person you are now.” He cleared his throat, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks as his gaze flicked back up to meet yours. “I’m telling you this because, like I said before, I’m like you in a way. I can’t help but cringe when I remember the way I used to be, and I still worry sometimes that I haven’t actually changed that much.”

“But you have. I mean, you’re a completely different person now.”

“Exactly. Here’s what I’ve learned: if you cringe at something you did in the past, that’s probably because you’ve matured enough to know you were being dumb back then. Being able to look at your past self and recognize your mistakes means you aren’t that person anymore.” His other hand moved to rest atop your knee, as if he wanted to hold you closer but found himself hesitant.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at his words, yet still one question continued to gnaw at the back of your mind. “But, what if I’m beating myself up something I did recently… like,” your voice lowered in embarrassment, “when I a-accidentally threw that pencil at Ojiro, for example…”

“I promise, you’re the only one who even remembers that.” Kirishima chuckled softly, “you’re sweet for worrying about those little things, but no one worth knowing is gonna judge you off small mistakes. I know how great you are, and so does everyone else in our class. You light up every room you walk into, I swear. It’s like you’ve got a second quirk or somethin’.” You giggled, and his smile only grew wider. “I mean it! How could anyone not fall in love with that laugh?” The boy’s face turned bright red, eyes widening in realization at what he had said, grip tightening around your own. “Shit, I mean- well-” he cut himself off, sharp teeth nervously nibbling on his bottom lip.

His words resonated with you, filled the anxious pit in your stomach with warm butterflies and heated your cheeks with a rosey blush. Still, you convinced yourself he was only embarrassed because his words had come out in a different way than he had meant them. There was no way he actually had feelings for you, you thought. He was clearly just being nice. “I-It’s okay, I know you don’t like me like that. You’re way out of my league, anyway.” You forced a nervous laugh, attempting to comfort him through words that burned as they passed your lips.

You thought he’d relax at what you had said, agree with your comment, and thank you for understanding. Instead, he rose to his feet, a look of bewilderment in his eyes as he pulled you up to stand with him. “Do you really think that?” He questioned, expression twisted in disbelief, hurt by your self-deprecating words. His hands gripped yours tightly as you stood only inches from one another. Heat radiated off of his tan skin, shielding you from the chilly air of your room and prickling your arms with goosebumps.

“Sorry to break it to ya, but you couldn’t be more wrong.” Kirishima lightly tugged you closer, closed the distance between your bodies without a second thought. You allowed your chest to press against his, listening carefully as he continued, “I was afraid of making you uncomfortable or scaring you off, so I didn’t say anything before. But, if that’s really what you think, I’ve gotta set you straight. Truth is, I’m absolutely crazy for you, (Y/n). I mean, you’re cute, and sweet, and witty -- It’s impossible to take my eyes off of you whenever we’re in a room together, and just hearing your voice makes me feel warm all over.”

Calloused fingers released one of your hands, traveled up to caress a now-dry cheek. He cracked another sharp-toothed grin at the realization that you were no longer crying. “Can you do me a favor and tell me next time you start to feel all anxious and stuff again? Regardless of if you like me back, I just want to be there for you, whatever you need. It’s not very manly to fall for a girl, then leave her hangin’ when she needs ya the most.”

An eager nod in agreement was all you could manage for a long moment as you stood entirely awestruck by his confession. All you wanted was to find your voice, to tell him how much his efforts meant to you, but the words refused to come.

So, you did the next best thing.

The box of candies he had brought as a pick-me-up laid forgotten on your bed as tentative fingers gripped Kirishima’s broad shoulders and you rose onto your tiptoes. Without allowing yourself time for hesitation, you pressed pursed lips to a flushed-pink cheek. It wasn’t a large gesture, but in that moment it felt perfect.

You’d never seen Ejirou smile as wide as he did in that moment, strong hands firmly gripping your waist as you pulled away -- as if to make sure that you wouldn’t stray too far from his grasp. “That settles it then! Tomorrow I’m asking you out properly -- with flowers, and chocolates, and way more than just one box of your favorite sweets… but you gotta promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That we’ll take care of one another. I’ll never judge you, hurt you, or belittle whatever you’re struggling with, as long as you promise the same to me, okay? From now on ‘til the end of time, I’ve got your back unconditionally, and you’ve got mine. Promise?”

“Promise.”

#kirishima ejirou #no beta we die like men #kirishima #kirishima bnha #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader #ejirou kirishima x reader #hurt/comfort #anxiety help #kiri writes #trigger warning: anxiety #fluff #bnha fluff #kiri gives good advice from my therapist #anyway #pls forgive me if this isnt that good #its been months since ive written a full fic #lub u be good to urself #its 4 am forgive me for typos and goodnight

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shutupandshipit · 4 years

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Little Life - Ch. 5

Summary: A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 5/16

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Chapter 6 -> Next

Master Post

Chapter 5: 3 Months

Katsuki was more than surprised when he looked at the date and realized... he'd made it through the first trimester. He'd already made it through a third of his pregnancy without anyone discovering his tightly held secret despite the midnight snacks of strawberries and mayonnaise, or orange juice and cherries, or apple slices dipped in, of all things, Worcestershire sauce. Sero, the feck, had a terrible habit of catching him in these moments.

The beta almost always gagged at the sight and then again while Katsuki pointedly stared into his eyes as he took another bite. While Katsuki would normally agree, especially with the last, that shit had been good enough to satiate his cravings. In quiet moments, he worried about the kind of things his pup was going to enjoy, but mostly for the amount of sugar he constantly wanted to ingest. He always blamed Izuku for the blooming sweet tooth.

No one had found him out despite his exhaustion, doubling up on his food intake, and his constant mood swings. Despite vacillating wildly between needing to be close to Izuku and his friends, and then wanting absolutely nothing to do with anyone a mere hour later.

He'd made it through the first trimester, and he hadn't been found out. The thought repeated through his still mind, over and over and over until it was a mantra instead of a statement. His relief was short lived through because he knew that there was still so much more time to go.

Hissing at the sudden spike that shoved through his left eye to leave his head pounding, he was reminded exactly how much longer he had and how many more symptoms he had left to look forward to. He slammed his phone into the rumpled nest that his bed had become with a snarl. Fuck, there was still so much longer! He just wanted it to be over already!

'The joys of pregnancy and motherhood, my fucking ass!' he snarled viciously to himself, scrubbing the unwarranted and wildly unwanted tears from his eyes. As he flung his door open, he thought, 'At least you don't wake up puking your guts out every morning. Now you just vomit up your stomach every other day. What a blessing.' Really, he'd never realized how sarcastic he could be until he had only himself to talk to.

Stepping into the common room, Izuku's scent all but slapped him in the face. The nerd was humming as he cleaned away the dishes from his breakfast, seemingly pumping his pheromones through the room unconsciously. Katsuki inhaled greedily without moving, reminded that the clothes in his nest needed to be traded out sooner rather than later if he wanted his nest to remain sufficiently drenched.

His headache flared again before the pain was cut into and numbed by Izuku's scent.

Izuku's eyes jumped up, surprised, and he stared back at Katsuki. Their scents swirled and mixed as Katsuki's omega pumped out pheromones in response to his mate being so close at hand, claiming him even when an entire room separated them.

Kaminari bumped into his back sleepily, and immediately slapped a hand over his nose. "Ah, jeez! Do you guys have to do this whole power dynamic thing all the time? It's suffocating in here! I'm going to smell like you guys all day!"

Katsuki's omega purred at the simple idea. 'Alpha friend. Scent. Ours. Everyone must know alpha friend is ours.' Squashing that voice, he struggled to reel his scent back in, snarling at the difficulty of fighting his own omega.

Kaminari startled, and took several quick steps out of his reach. "Are you sure you're an omega, dude? Like, I don't understand how. You're so aggressive all the time," he asked pitifully, voice nasally and eyes tearing up as he stood nearly immobilized. He pinched his nose closed with two fingers, breathing shallowly.

"Are you sure you're a fucking alpha? You're such a pussy all the time," Katsuki snapped back harshly. He hated, hated being reminded that he should have been an alpha, that he'd been cheated by his own biology.

"Kacchan," Izuku admonished.

Rolling his eyes to glare at Izuku, he shot back, "Oh, shove it up your fucking ass, Deku!" before stomping from the dorms.

.....

He peed when he got to school. He peed at every break. He peed before and after eating lunch and when the time between breaks dragged on too long. Even now during hero training, he felt the ever present pressure on his bladder urging him to sprint to the closest restroom.

It was maddening. He didn't think he'd ever pissed so much in his life. The worst part being that the pressure was never really gone and the release was never truly satisfying. Very rarely did anything ever come out when he tried.

Honestly, he would have taken the pounding headache and roiling nausea over this. At least he could calm his stomach, but what the fuck was he supposed to do about the pressure? It's not like he could reach into his body and rearrange his organs to be more comfortable as the leech inside him was already making major head way on that little project.

He should have just accepted the discomfort like everything else instead of wishing for something different. His stupid fucking body was far too literal at times, and he wanted to hollow out his entire body as pain lanced through his eyes and nausea coiled low in his belly. Bile rose in the back of his throat.

His moment of distraction proved fatal as a well placed kick from Kirishima sent him flying.

Instinctively, he clamped his arms over his belly instead of extending them to catch his fall. He tumbled across the gym floor before sliding to a stop against the far wall. The only saving grace was that there were no teachers or other classmates around as he immediately rolled onto all fours to turn out the contents of his stomach.

'Alpha. Mate. Get to mate. Help. Help. Help,' his omega keened, pumping out distressed pheromones in hopes of attracting Izuku's attention. And attract they did.

"Kacchan!" Izuku shouted, at his side in barely an instant, hand pressed firmly to his back as his spine bowed with the force of his retching, "What happened?"

Kirishima tore over, panting out, "Oh shit! I thought he was going to block so I went full force! Katsuki, bro, are you okay?"

'Do I fucking look okay?' Katsuki wanted to scream, but there was still bile in his throat, so he just vomited again instead.

Only when Izuku shouted, "I'm going to go get Mr. Aizawa!" did he find the will to force his body into submission.

"No," he panted as saliva and bile dripped from his open mouth, latching onto Izuku's thigh to both hold him in place and push himself away from the puddle of sick, "Don't you fucking dare, Deku."

"Kacchan!" Izuku protested, but winced as Katsuki's fingers tightened. How was there even feeling left with all that muscle?

"Shitty Hair can take me back to the dorms, but. No. Teachers."

"Bro, like, I think you really need to see Recovery Girl at least," Kirishima sputtered, voice trembling and stilted at he pinched his nose closed against their pungent scents, against his pungent scent. The distress his omega had poured out was noxious.

"What I need," Katsuki snarled lowly, "Is to be taken to the dorms so I can brush my teeth and go the fuck to bed. If you won't take me, I'll just take myself." He used Izuku as an anchor, pushing himself up on trembling legs to start for the nearest exit.

Kirishima was under his arm then, looking back at Izuku.

"Go. I'll clean this up and let Mr.Aizawa know he wasn't feeling well. I'll bring your guys' stuff back. Kacchan, I'll come by to check on you later."

"Don't bother," Katsuki growled in reply, but silently hoped he would ignore him like he often did. Then he would have a reason to bundle Izuku up in his nest for the night.

.....

Kirishima stuck close to his side after getting to the dorms, watching in concern as he guzzled down bottle after bottle of water, showered, and pulled on the clothes he'd gotten Izuku to sleep in for a night to scent properly.

Sitting in the middle of his nest as he fiddled with the blanket he'd been stitching for the absolute terror growing inside him, he tried to ignore just how intensely Kirishima was watching him from his desk. How his room so obviously smelled like Izuku. He could almost taste Kirishima's concern on the air, and it had his omega whining back in return.

"Listen, bro," Kirishima said, breaking the silence and making Katsuki stiffen, "I know you're all macho 'I-don't-need-no-alpha', but I -and Midoriya and all the others- are really worried about you. Like seriously worried. I'm not trying to pry into your business or anything, but I want to help. You're my best friend, and I don't like seeing you like this."

Kirishima was earnest, so fucking earnest that it made heat press in at the backs of his eyes.

'Tell him. Tell him. Tell him. Alpha friend will help us. Tell him,' his omega chanted incessantly, and he vehemently wished he could stuff a sock don't the wolf's muzzle.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose, and before he could think better, muttered, "I'm pregnant."

Silence.

Glancing over, he found tears on sun tanned cheeks and a stunned expression on his best friend's face. He groaned inwardly as the heat beaded over onto his own lashes. Fucking hormones.

"Three months. No one knows," he rambled, turning away before Kirishima could see the wetness in his own eyes and steadfastly threaded his needle into his project, but the tremble in his voice was a dead giveaway anyway, "No one knows. And you can't tell anyone, do you hear me? Not an absolute soul, or I'll kill you in cold blood. You may be my best friend, but these stupid fucking pregnancy hormones have made me feel particularly murderous." Still more silence, so he looked back. "Kirishima?"

"B-b-b-b-but how? Don't you need-" Kirishima stopped abruptly, "Who's the father? Do they know?"

Oh. He didn't honestly believe his best friend was this dense, but his classmates were constantly surprising him.

"No! Didn't you hear what I said? No one knows, and you're not going to tell him either," he snapped. He could see the wheels in Kirishima's brain turning, turning, turning, looking for answers to his numerous questions.

"But they deserve to know!"

"Yeah, he does, but I'm not going to ruin everything he's worked for if I get caught. Don't you get it? This is a career killer before the career has even started if I get caught. I'm not dragging him down with me." He was worked up, his body hot as emotion flooded his system. Something fluttered in his abdomen, and he worked to calm down. He pressed the heels of his hands over his eyes to stem the flow of tears. "Don't you get it? I can't take that from him after everything I did to him before. And you know the success rate of male omega pregnancies. There's always the chance of- I can't."

They were silent, sniffling in tandem, for the longest minute of Katsuki's life.

"Is Midoriya the father?"

Katsuki didn't answer which was answer enough.

Kirishima's scent got closer, calming sympathy flowing off him in waves. Katsuki and his omega growled lowly, warning him from putting a single finger on their nest. Kirishima just rumbled in reply. "So, this whole time, you've been doing this alone? All the puking and weird food because you're pregnant? How has Midoriya not caught on yet?"

Katsuki huffed out a strangled laugh. "Have you met Deku? He's smart, but he's also an oblivious idiot. Do you know what I had to do to get into a relationship with him? I don't let him sleep in here that often."

Kirishima laughed quietly, and his omega rolled happily at the sound, metaphorically baring its belly for the feeling of community, for the feeling of pack. "Yeah, I guess that's true. So... you're symptoms have been so bad because you're keeping your... mate," he said tentatively, "at arm's length?"

"Yeah." Katsuki dropped his hands, and the traitorous tears rushed forward. If he could rip out his own tear ducts, he would have by now.

Sitting on the floor as close to the edge of the bed as he dared to get, Kirishima stared with blatant wonder at Katsuki's stomach. It was a telling sign that he didn't immediately try to bite him for the observation.

"There's really a little life growing in there? A little mix of you and Midoriya? They're going to be a terror. Shouldn't you be, I don't know, bigger by now?"

"Yes, and I don't know. I went to my parents' doctor, and they said the baby is growing normally so there's nothing to be concerned about."

Turning his eyes up to meet Katsuki's, he whispered, "Wow, but what are you going to do when you do get bigger?"

Katsuki grimaced, looking back down at the half-finished blanket. "I don't know yet. Hope I don't show? I read that some people don't show the entire time."

Kirishima scrunched up his nose. "It'd be pretty weird to see you looking like you shoved a bowling ball up your shirt, I do have to admit." His face smoothed, and then he was grinning. "I'm really glad you trust me enough to tell me. At least I can help now however I can." In the next moment, his grin turned sly, and Katsuki's stomach dropped. "So, like, you and Midoriya, huh? When did that all start?"

Face heating, Katsuki snapped, "Get out!"

Kirishima whined, but stayed firmly planted where he was sitting.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #omegaverse #omega!Katsuki #alpha!izuku #my writing #multi-chapter #little life

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theslythertrash · 4 years

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So whenever I see superheroes I always freak out over small impractical costume things but I have never been angrier at show’s costumes than at bnha and this has been on my chest for several months now and it’s midnight and I’m half asleep so it’s the perfect time to write an essay about it on Tumblr.

Here are my ranking for the bnha costumes for all of 1-A:

I’m fully prepared to be slammed for this. (Also I’m supposed to be an artist so if I ever find some free time I’ll actually draw my babies some proper costumes.)

Midoriya’s is 9.5/10. It has an aesthetic, good color scheme and it compliments his quirk with iron soles and leg/arm enforcements. Has a nice belt, a mask for gas (hopefully) and facial protection. The only stupid thing is his bunny ears mask but it looks good when it’s down like a hood. My only correction would be to make his mask an actual hood.

Bakugo is 8/10 Kacchan also has an aesthetic. His mask is a little ridiculous but I’m fond of it. He also has practical shoes and stuff. HIS GAUNTLET IS SO STUPID. HAS THE MANGA ARTIST EVER WORN LARGE BRACELETS? DOES HE KNOW HOW ANNOYING THEY ARE? YOU CANT WRITE. OR SCRATCH YOUR HAND. OR REACH INTO TIGHT SPACES. I know they’re for storing sweat but sweat is a liquid and if people can invent Aizawa’s magic scarf they can invent smaller gauntlets. Jesus. But his winter costume makes them smaller I think (idk I don’t read the manga but I’ve seen fanart) so 8/10.

Uraraka is 5/10 Uraraka has a cool aesthetic. I enjoy the space theme and colors. A helmet is good since she’s flying around (though I don’t understand why it doesn’t cover her entire head? Protect the back of your head! Also her mouth- that should help against gas and things but I also know she vomits a lot so it’s probably better without one).

However, she’s sexualized too. Even outside of it being skin tight, she has a camel toe? Literally no one mentions it ever and it drives me crazyyyy. Look at her- why does she have that line there? Why? And why is her belt so bulky. How is she supposed to squeeze into tight spaces? AND ONCE AGAIN UNNECESSARY LARGE BRACELETS OH MY GOD. The manga explains her bulky heels and bracelets are to help with nausea but I refuse to believe they can’t invent smaller ones. And also boots without heels. Who is gonna run over debris on heels? 5/10

Iida is 7/10 He is too bulky. Why are they all so bulky. He looks like when he walks down the street he clanks as he walks. Way to be stealthy dude, smh.

Todoroki is fine I guess. Little boring but it’s passable. I wish it had more stuff for his quirk. Like maybe thermal fabric so he can cool down faster? Idk. 7.5/10

Tsuyu is a much bigger improvement over Uraraka. She’s got big ass bracelets again but they look like soft fabric so it’s probably easy to ignore. Her outfit has a wet suit aesthetic so that’s practical. Her goggles look a little bulky again but they are practical. WHY IS SHE IN HEELS. 8/10

Mineta looks like he has a diaper kink and it’s not even there to help his quirk. -10/10

Kirishima. Baby. Put on a shirt. Also what the fuck are those gears. Why are you wearing bulky shit that’s unrelated to your quirk? How are you gonna lie down comfortably when you have large ass rings on your shoulders. Why are you wearing a muzzle thing? How is that related to your quirk? If your gonna put something on your face wear something to protect your mouth from dust and gas. His bottom half is fine ig. I’ve got mixed feels on his cape/skirt thing but at least it’s an aesthetic. 6/10

Don’t get me started on Yaoyorozu. God Almighty. Even outside of the perversion, why does she have a whole ass bookshelf on her butt instead of an iPad for easy access? And not only is it AN ENTIRE BOOKSHELF, its HORIZONTAL. Why do you have a horizontal ass shelf when it can be vertical at the very least? She needs tech with Siri so she can ask what chemicals are in stuff into an earpiece. And also some pants. And a bra. -10/10

Idk what Tokoyami is doing. Being edgy I guess. 6/10 it’s fine.

Kaminari is fine I guess? He’s got the same problem as Tokoyami and Todoroki where it’s just an outfit and doesn’t actually help his quirk in any way. He could include metal bits on his gloves so punches have an extra shock to them. Or maybe a rubber helmet or something to protect his brain from his own shocks...would that work? I’m not a scientist. Maybe carry around extra shock-resistant fabric in a belt or something so he can protect bystanders before releasing a full attack. I REALLY like his added equipment for long-range attacks and I think he could go further with the idea- maybe add cords in the style of bows and arrows? Basically very boring but fine ig. 7.5/10 (solely adding the .5 for his new equipment)

Aoyama looks like he has the same bulky and loud problem as Iida but it’s toned down and I’m low key very amused by it so it’s fine. 9/10 for my flamboyant boy.

Jirou looks like she is going to the mall. She has no aesthetic and looks super boring. I like that her outfit actually helps her quirk with her speaker boots but she should carry around some weapons too. And wear a padded suit for hits. Actually they all should have padding. Goggles and mask would be helpful too. It’s fine I guess. Boring. 6.5/10

Okay, I’ve seen a lot of people complain that Ashido’s is really ugly. I’m actually amused by it so I don’t mind too much. The fur is ridiculous and the colors are loud but they are as loud as her personality so at least it has an aesthetic. I’m more bothered that it’s impractical. It doesn’t help with her quirk. She should have gauntlets similar to Kacchan’s so she can store acid (don’t make them bulky though, please). Padding too. Her shoes can have an extra retractable surface for gliding on acid. It would also probably be helpful to carry around a similar blanket to the hypothetical one Kaminari would have so she can shield civilians from her acid. It’s fine ig. At least she’s not sexualized. 7/10

Shoji looks like he has multiple nipples. At least it’s kinda practical tho. 6/10

Ojiro looks like he was on his way from karate class when a cat died on his shoulder. Once again he’s boring and doesn’t have anything interesting to compliment his quirk. He’s a good fighter so maybe he can also carry around a staff or nunchucks or something. He should pad his tail so the hits are extra hard. Boring but passable if he removes the stupid fur. It looks like it’ll tickle his cheek when he runs.7/10

I actually really like Sero’s. It fits his aesthetics and is practical. His helmet and shoulders could be a tad less bulky but whatever. It would be cool if he had like suction cups on his shoes or something to make it easier to stick to walls but I imagine that would be hard to walk in so it’s fine. 8.5/10

Tooru is naked. She has no costume. She’s 15- that’s so gross. Also she’s probably constantly cold and extremely vulnerable. I can’t imagine all the scraps she gets just from running around. And her sensitive parts are exposed to disease- she’s going to get a yeast infection. And not to be gross on main or whatever but what does she do when she’s on her period? ALSO, how can she feel comfortable running around without a bra? If Mirio can have a costume made of his hair so can Tooru. 0/10

Sato looks like a banana. Very boring with no aesthetic but at least he has pockets to carry sugar in so that’s practical. Some padding would be nice. 6/10 boring

Why the fuck is Koda in shorts. He’s gonna get scraps on his knees. What is that ugly ass symbol on his chest? At least he’s practical with his mask to hide when he’s talking to animals. Personally, I think it’s ugly but at least it’s useful 6/10

Woo I'm done. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk/ midnight essay. Winners: Deku, Kacchan, Sero, maybe Tsuyu. Maybe Aoyama. Absolute losers: Mineta, Momo, Tooru, Uraraka. Everyone else is varying levels of average

Also, I know I said I would only do 1-A but I have a special little place of hate in my heart for Aizawa’s costume so here’s my rant on him too:

JESUS CHRIST MAN CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR YOU DINGUS. I know you're trying to have a hoboTM aesthetic and you have stubble and blah blah blah- I get it. We got it. (I lowkey think you’re hot) you wanna have dramatic hair. Noted. But you're entire personality is about being practical and not wanting attention. That’s why you disliked All Might. Set an example for your kids PLEASE. Why are you even bothering with goggles to hide when you blink WHEN YOUR HAIR IS A BIGGER TELL. I PROMISE I’M MORE LIKELY TO NOTICE YOUR HAIR DROP THAN YOUR EYES BLINKING YOU DUMB DUMB IDIOT.

Either cut it, put it in a bun (best option imo) or get a hood.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #costume #redesign #ugly impractical clothing #rant #rant over

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arxaris · 5 years

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More DJ!Bakugou AU

My first kofi comm is from @xxracheyxx who requested more of this AU, so I decided to write the scene where Bakugou officially unveils the song ‘Remedy’ after they’ve been dating for a few months. Thanks again for the kofis <3

(Actual song is Remedy by Alesso)

Warning: rated M for recreational drug use

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“Admit it,” Bakugou said, watching Kirishima pass out pills to his friends like candy. “You’re only dating me so you and these fuckers don’t have to tape this stuff to your junk to get it inside anymore.”

Kirishima barked out a laugh, gulping water to swallow down his own.

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed, wiping his mouth on the back of his forearm. “Though I’ll admit to that being a happy perk of the job, yeah.”

Bakugou hummed as Kirishima leaned back against him again. He would never admit it out loud, but having people to hang out with before his shows wasn’t... awful. Kirishima’s friends had accepted him and his bad attitude as easily as Kirishima himself, and they’d dropped any celebrity treatment towards him within about thirty minutes of meeting him for the first time. He complained about it constantly to Kirishima, but he didn’t completely hate that Kaminari had started sending him stupid memes, or that Mina would all but force him to braid her hair every time he came over to their apartment, or that Sero was always pushing his cooking school experiments on him like he was just another member of the group.

No, having friends of his own wasn’t awful, he supposed.

In fact, it was kind of... nice.

But god, he could never, ever let those idiots find that out. They’d never let him live it down.

“Come on, guys, lets get out there!” Mina said some thirty minutes later. “I want this to hit before Bakugou comes on!”

Kirishima glanced at his watch. “Ah, yeah, you’re probably right.”

He leaned in to give Bakugou a goodbye kiss. Not ten seconds later, Bakugou felt him being tugged away. He grumbled against his lips, but let him go.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” Kirishima laughed, and even though their kiss had been cut short, it was hard for Bakugou to stay annoyed when he was smiling that way. Bakugou squeezed his hand, and Kirishima turned back to him. “Good luck out there, sweetheart,” he said softly.

Bakugou flushed at the pet name and pushed lightly against his chest to get him moving out of his dressing room. “Yeah, yeah, I don’t need any damn luck.”

Kirishima pecked him on the cheek and flashed him one last grin, and then they were off to join the crowd for Bakugou’s set.

And if Bakugou allowed himself a small smile once they were gone, that was his own business.

* * *

Bakugou’s eyes darted down to the front row of people squished up against the stage, gravitating immediately to fiery red hair and a heart stopping smile. A year ago he would’ve told you it was impossible, but Kirishima was gazing up at him with even more love in his expression than he had that very first night. Bakugou returned his grin with a soft quirk of his lips as his song closed out.

Raising the mic to his mouth, he introduced his next piece. Simply because he didn’t know what to do with his free hand while he spoke, he fidgeted with his flat bill cap until it was facing backwards. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get much better at this part. Talking was more of Kirishima’s thing.

“This new one’s called Remedy, n’ it got me a boyfriend so I don’t think it sucks too much,” he paused for the inevitable excited whispering of the crowd, watching Kirishima dramatically bury his face in his hands as his friends - their friends - teased him. “Hope ya like it,” he finished. He allowed the vocals to start.

The crowd seemed instantly taken with the song, just as Kirishima had promised they would be. The softer beats of the opening verses meant they weren’t jumping as much as they were simply swaying as one, all out of time and bumping shoulders with smiles on their faces. He could tell who was flying by the way they clutched emotionally at their chests. Kirishima and his friends definitely fell into that group.

Bakugou watched him with a soft smile on his face as he did little tricks with the soundboard to widen his boyfriend’s grin. He saw rather than heard the happy laughter bubbling up from Kirishima’s throat, so he mouthed the words of the song at him to keep it going. It worked better than he could’ve hoped, and soon Kirishima was in a fit of ecstatic giggles, having to be held up by his friends, who were laughing along with him. Bakugou felt his heart melting.

He knew that Kirishima wasn’t laughing because anything was particularly funny.

He was laughing because he was just that carefree, that emotional, that happy.

He was just that in love.

Or, at least, Bakugou hoped he was.

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That loneliness is my disease

The crowd had caught onto the chorus and was singing it up to him, but for all Bakugou knew there was only one other person in the room, who had long since learned every word to the song. Bakugou couldn’t hear his voice, but he watched his mouth move as he belted it out without a hint of inhibition.

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That you are the remedy

Less than a year ago, Bakugou thought he could never be happy again. Everything seemed to always be spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, out of his hands and out of his control, conspiring to keep him in the dark, tight clutches of misery’s hold.

Except in Osaka.

Never in Osaka, where his personal sunshine had waited and waited and waited for him to be ready, unknowingly offering support through bright, dilated eyes and absolutely atrocious dancing.

Never in Osaka, where, when he had finally recovered enough to offer a bit of himself in return, Bakugou had swallowed his fears and called out to him.

Never in Osaka, where Kirishima stood now, listening to the first official unveiling of a song written for him, all big smiles and wet eyes.

‘Are you crying?!’ Bakugou mouthed, shaking his head in amusement.

‘Shut up!’ Kirishima mouthed back as he wiped his eyes, his grin never fading.

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That you are the remedy

Bakugou’s heart swelled in his chest as the song began to fade.

‘Hey, Shitty Hair,’ he mouthed, and Kirishima tilted his head in exaggerated question. Bakugou smirked and raised his hands.

‘I love you,’ he signed.

They hadn’t said, or signed, the words yet, but Bakugou had known all along how he felt, before he had even really met him.

He watched Kirishima process the sign, slightly delayed, before his eyes shot wide. Bakugou grinned at the raw emotion on his face, all his filters long since suppressed by the drug. He cursed, not under his breath, but rather in a loud, laughing shout drowned out by the music. Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh.

He still had a long way to go before he could truly say he had recovered from the events of the past year, that much was certain. However, watching his bright, beautiful guiding light raise his hands and sign, ‘I love you, too,’ filled him hope that anything was possible.

#kofi comms #kiribaku #kiribaku drabble #kiribaku fic #my writing #dj bakugou

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shar357 · 6 years

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Choice (Chapter 1)

Found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15130574/chapters/35085380

Summary: Coming out should be a choice. Unfortunately, sometimes that choice is snatched away and the immediate aftermath can be devastatingly painful.

Chapter 1: Breakdown

___________Cafeteria, 12:05 PM ____________________

"Are you gay?"

Kirishima started choking on his katsudon. Awase's eyes widened in alarm and he quickly started patting the other boy's back, while handing him a glass of water. Kirishima proceeded to down the entire glass, eyes still a bit teary from all of his coughing.

Kirishima was normally social at lunch, but he'd decided to sit alone today to get in some last minute review for the Japanese literature test in 25 minutes. He liked talking to his friends way too much to concentrate on schoolwork around them - at least around Kaminari and Ashido. Bakugou couldn't stand any noise at all while he was studying and hadn't even shown up to the cafeteria, opting to stay in the classroom. Sero felt confident in his ex-worst subject after all of Yaomomo's tutelage and had decided to try to help Kaminari and Ashido cram, even though it was probably a lost cause. So, Kirishima had been sitting alone when Awase had decided to approach him, figuring the discussion would be easier the more private it was. After letting Kirishima recover from the near-death experience, Awase tried to clarify.

"Look... you... you don't have to actually answer me. I mean, we don't really know each other, it's not my business. Monoma was just saying some shit about it on the way to school and, well, I thought you should know. It's fine if you are, really, or if you're not. I mean just... fuck, I don't know... this seemed like the right thing to do... " Awase started mumbling and shuffling his feet awkwardly. Kirishima didn't hear most of what he said because there was an uncomfortable ringing in his ears. He focused on the one part he had head.

"What shit?" Kirishima immediately wished he had gotten more water when he was in line. His voice sounded extremely hoarse.

"What?" Awase stopped his mumbling, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Kirishima sighed and tried again.

"What was Monoma saying?" Awase swallowed once, breaking eye contact to stare at a plant.

"Just some crap about you flirting constantly with Bakugou because you're so... you know, affectionate and shit. It's some perverted bullshit about Class 1-A wasting time with sex and Class 1-B being more focused. He's just obnoxious, honestly, but he's mostly harmless and... he wouldn't have fucking said it if he knew, but there was some reporter behind us and she heard him before we could shut him up. You know how they're always on UA's dick, especially about your class. Kendo beat him up when she heard about it, but it's not like he could take it back and, goddamnit, I promise he's really fucking sorry. Bakugou's an explosive asshole about normal shit so I thought you'd be easier to tell. I just didn't want you guys to get completely caught off guard..." Kirishima was already running out of the cafeteria, leaving his half-eaten lunch and Japanese literature workbook on table, ignoring the concerned shouts from Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero.

___________Boy's Bathroom, 12:10 PM ____________________

Kirishima turned on the faucet and started splashing water on his face while taking in quick, shallow breaths. He could not deal with this right now. There was a test in less than half-an-hour and he really needed to at least pass it and he wasn't going to pass it if all he was thinking about was some student he barely knew asking if he was gay. He couldn't think about everyone in school finding out or the whole country finding out when he hadn't even told his parents yet. He didn't have the time to deal with this right now, not a second. He gripped either side of the sink and lifted his head to stare in the mirror. His eyes looked manic and his spikes were completely messed up from all the water. This wasn't him and this couldn't be happening right now.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed opened and Kaminari raced in, skidding to a stop with a shocked expression when he saw Kirishima's face in the mirror.

"Bro... you look awful..." Kirishima spun around to face his friend. Kaminari tried to grab his shoulder but Kirishima just shook him off, taking a step back while desperately trying to hold back the telltale hot pinpricks of tears in his eyes.

"Kiri, what happened? You look like you're about to start crying. Did Awase do something to upset you? Please, you're scaring me. Just talk to me." Kaminari's voice broke a bit at the end. All Kirishima wanted to do was lie and say he was fine, everything was fine, to tell Kaminari not to worry and go review for the test so they he didn't completely fail. He opened his mouth to do just that, but nothing came out other then an extremely unmanly whimper. Kaminari's face had darkened at the sound.

"He did do something. Freaking hell... I thought he was an alright guy, but apparently not. Dude, whatever it is, don't worry about it. Bakugou and I'll get him to shut... " The second Kaminari said Bakugou's name, Kirishima felt like a dam had burst and his whole face felt hot and wet. Everything was so blurry and his ears were starting to ring again. He could feel Kaminari's arms wrapping tightly around him, which was a good thing, because his legs were giving out and he didn't feel like he could stand up on his own right now.

"... he's going to hate me now..." Kirishima's voice was barely a whisper, but Kaminari heard him anyways.

"Who? Awase? That doesn't matter. If he could hate someone like you, he's just a prick... "

"Bakugou... Bakugou's going to..." Kirishima couldn't finish the sentence, he just started sobbing harder. Kaminari began rubbing his back, trying his best to soothe him.

"Yeah, Bakugou's going to try to kill him for hurting you and you're probably going to have to hold him back because god knows he'd just kill me, too, if I tried. Chin up dude, why does it matter if some random guy from a different class... wait..." Kaminari released him and Kirishima crashed onto his knees. The jolt shocked him enough that his tears stopped. He aggressively swiped at his face, staring up to meet Kaminari's horrified expression.

"... Kirishima, what the fuck?! You think Bakugou's going to hate you?!" Kirishima became inconsolable because it was too painful to hear someone else vocalize what he was feeling. Before Kaminari could say anything else, Sero and Ashido came in. Sero immediately dragged a shell-shocked Kaminari outside while whispering furiously. Ashido took over consoling Kirishima, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder and hugging him while he cried. He thought he could vaguely hear Kaminari shout something about Monoma and Ashido whispering that everything was going to be alright, but the sound of his own heartbreak soon drowns out everything else.

___________Boy's Bathroom, 1:20 PM ____________________

Eventually, he runs out of tears. He lifts his forehead off of Ashido's shoulder and, wow. He feels like he has to hold his head just so his brain doesn't fall out, it hurts so badly. He notices Ashido is offering him a small white pill and a water bottle, so he looks at her questioningly.

"Kiri, it's Tylenol. You need it." Pain relief sounds great right now, so he takes the pill and starts washing it down with small sips of water. After a few minutes, he manages to speak again, hoarsely.

"Are you ok, Ashido? Why are you carrying around pain medication?" Ashido rolls her eyes at him.

"Because I'm a girl, duh" Kirishima just blinks, not understanding. After a minute of silence, it dawns on him and he goes slightly pink.

"That... that shouldn't have taken me so long to get..." Ashido just laughs.

"It's been a rough day, so I'll give you a pass." Pass... oh no, the test. Kirishima tries to get up and immediately feels dizzy, falling back down.

"Ashido.... Ashido, the test. It's probably almost over, we need to hurry..." Ashido puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Slow down, Kiri. You're in no shape to take a test yet." Kirishima looks at her exasperatedly.

"It doesn't matter; I really can't afford to fail it and there's no way you can either. Please, let's just go." Kirishima pushes himself up a bit more slowly this time while Ashido shakes her head, standing up as well.

"Horn buddy o' mine, you put way too much pressure on yourself. But fine, this bathroom smells awful anyways." Kirishima wants to laugh at the last statement but he doesn't have the energy. They walk back to the classroom quietly to see the door shut and Aizawa standing in from it, staring them down. They both gulp, mutually wondering what painful torture Aizawa has envisioned for them after being so late. Kirishima feels awful; it's not Ashido's fault. This whole mess is his own fault and she shouldn't end up failing because of him. Kirishima opens his mouth to start arguing as much, but Aizawa holds a hand out, causing the words to die in his throat. Which may be for the best because talking is starting to really hurt his throat.

"Sero and Kaminari explained everything to me already. Ashido, go inside and start your exam. You'll get an hour. Kirishima, we'll set up a time for you to take the exam later. For now, head back to the dorms and get some rest. Bakugou will accompany you once he finishes his exam." Kirishima feels his throat close up. No, no... he literally just had a breakdown over Bakugou hating him. He wanted to see Bakugou more than anyone else right now but he couldn't, he didn't deserve to anymore, because this whole situations was completely his own fault.

"Aizawa sensei, Bakugou won't want...."

"Bakugou requested. Wait here and stop arguing."

#bakugou x kirishima #kiribaku #bakushima #fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #i wrote a thing #choice fanfic

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Post-Lesson Pairing: Kacchako (side Todomomo) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count: 5,588 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

Bakugou took a deep breath, pulling the fresh fall air into his lungs. He pushed his cleats into the earth, the spikes pressing down against the soft mud.

'Fuck yes. Finally.' he thought, cracking his gloved knuckles together. Bakugou was more than ready to get down and dirty during practice. It had been too long. Of course, Coach Toshi wasn't too happy Bakugou missed as many practices as he did, but he was happy to have one of his star players back, so he allowed him to immediately jump back into the fray. No need to punish him or the team more.

The first play began and Bakugou ran down the field. He really missed being outside; the way the wind blew against his hair, his hot breath curling out from his lips. Sweat soaked the back of his neck and he grinned, glancing towards Kirishima with a smirk.

It was just a practice game, but like hell Bakugou was going to lose.

The wind blew by his ears and for a moment, Bakugou was convinced he could hear the song... the classical piece Uraraka always used for their waltz.

'The hell?' He glanced around, as if to look for the source. He could see the dance building from the field, but it was too far away to actually hear anything.

He shook his head, continuing the play as he tackled Kaminari to the ground, the two of them landing with a large thud.

"Dammit!" Kaminari groaned, sitting up slowly, the ball clutched to his chest. "Bakugou is really back."

"'Course I'm back! Did you think I was gonna stay away forever!?" he snarled, looking at the cheerful blond.

"I dunno!" he shrugged. "Heard you were getting pretty close to your dance instructor," he winked. "She's pretty hot."

Shoving him back, Bakugou stood up. "Shut the fuck up, Lightning Rod. I'm fucking back and I will kick your ass!" he yelled, pointing his finger at him aggressively.

"Bakugou sure is back alright," Sero sighed, moving to stand next to Kaminari.

He stormed down the field, folding his arms. This was exactly the reason he didn't want to continue things with her. She was a distraction... something he didn't fucking need.

Of course... occasionally he would check his phone, brushing his finger over his contacts. As if she would somehow magically text him, even though she presumably didn't have his number. But maybe she got it from Deku?

"Ugh!" he growled, kicking at a rock on the ground. This was exactly what he was trying to fucking avoid!

"There's no need to be this aggressive, Young Bakugou!" Coach Toshi called from the sidelines. "I know it's been awhile since you've played, but we all know how good you are. You have nothing to prove!" he laughed heartily.

Yeah right he had nothing to fucking prove! He constantly was trying to prove himself on the field, and after four weeks of being away, he felt out of touch. Plus he saw the way Kaminari looked at him... how many others on the team were wondering about his relations with fucking Uraraka. How many of them thought he would change his mind and leave the sport? How many of them wanted him to?

He swallowed and glanced back towards the dance building.

Fucking Uraraka. Fuck her cute face and her sweet smile. Fuck the way she wrapped her hand around his, or draped her dainty fingers over his shoulder. Fuck how good she smelled, even when they worked hard, sweat trickling down her neck. And especially fuck the way she made cute noises against his mouth when he kissed her!

"-ugou! Oi! Bakugou!" Kirishima waved. "We're starting the play!"

Fuck, the hell was he doing spacing out?

"I'm fucking ready, what the hell are you waiting for?" he grunted.

"You, dude you looked like you were thinking about something real hard!" Kirishima laughed. "Let's get going."

"Shut the fuck up and start!" he yelled.

The play began and Bakugou started running down the field. He felt the way his cleats dug into the earth, his feet pounding against the ground. She would be mad at him, saying he was putting too much weight on his feet...

No! This was fucking rugby! Of course he was going to put weight on his feet. The thoughts only made him run harder.

He growled, catching the ball when Kirishima tossed it too him and he ran harder.

Again, the music trickled into his head, and his gaze flicked towards the dance building. He knew it was ridiculous, but his running slowed, his red eyes focusing on the stupid building. She was probably in there, he could imagine it now. Her, raised up on her toes, her body twirling around as she glided across the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself, her brown hair swishing against her round cheeks. She was probably looking fucking beautiful and-

"OOF," he grunted, feeling his body smack against the wet earth. "Shit."

"GOTCHA!" Kaminari cheered. "That's what you get for spacing out!"

Bakugou groaned. His arm and chest throbbed from the hard impact. He was definitely going to have some bruises from that one.

Pushing himself up, he felt his left arm shake, his shoulder aching already. "I wasn't fucking spacing out!" he snarled.

"You... sure about that?" Kaminari asked, tilting his head. "You practically stopped running in the middle of the field!"

"Fuck off," he said, pushing himself up, his face wincing from the bruise which was mostly likely already beginning to form on his shoulder.

"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked. "Maybe you should call it a day?"

"No! I'm fucking... fine," he hissed, storming past them. He knew what his problem was... as much as he hated to admit it. He had to go apologize to fucking Uraraka. He wasn't going to dance with her, but there was no way he could stay like this. Even with him trying to purposefully not make her one, she was still, somehow, a distraction.

"Are you sure?" Kirishima's eyes held concern as he stared at him, and Bakugou nodded.

He attempted to focus for the rest of practice, though it wasn't easy. He could tell Coach Toshi was concerned about him, and his shoulder did really hurt from the impact of hitting the ground so hard. Normally he could prepare when someone tackled him, and adjust his body accordingly, but Kaminari took him completely off guard.

When practice ended, he grabbed his stuff, changing only into his normal sneakers, and he stormed out of the locker room. He heard Kirishima call after him, but he didn't care. He had a goal and he was going to get her out of his fucking head. He wasn't going to deal with this for any longer than he had to.

He stormed all the way down to the dance building, noting the lights were on. There was no music, and it was possible it wasn't her, but who else stayed there this fucking late?

He walked down the halls, and though it had barely been a few days... the whole place felt foreign to him.

He stopped outside the door to the studio and wasn't surprised to find Uraraka sitting on the ground stretching. His eyes immediately met the curse of her ass, her body folded over as she pushed forward. Bakugou blushed. This... fucking distraction.

She raised her torso up, stretching back, and then stretching to the side. Seeing how flexible she was... Bakugou could tell his mind was starting to wander to dirty places, and he dug his fingers into his skin.

This was not why he came here.

He pushed on the door, slamming it open. It hit against the wall, announcing his presence as he always did during their lesson. She yelped, and immediately pushed herself up off the ground, turning around to face him.

"B-Bakugou-kun?!" she gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the sight. Though quickly her face morphed into a frown, as if she remembered she was mad at him. "What are you doing here?!" she snapped, turning away from him. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with dance."

"Oi. I fuckin' don't!" he growled, kicking off his shoes. He stormed forwards towards her, standing in front of her.

"Then why did you come here?!" she hissed, turning away from him again. "There's no reason for you to be here." The small skirt she wore swished around her legs, her hair brushing across her cheeks. Fuck. He wanted to touch her; cup her cheeks in his hands and kiss her-

He growled, folding his arms. "I came here to fucking..." he trailed off.

"Is this because I didn't answer your text?" she asked quietly, turning back to look at him.

"Hah!?" he frowned. "What fucking text?! I didn't send you a text!"

She walked over to the piano, picking her phone up. She swiped her finger across the screen and sighed. "Oh really? So this half-assed 'Sorry' wasn't from you? Aizawa-sensei gave me your number in case I ever needed to contact you."

Bakugou paled. Shit. Shit! The text he typed out must've sent when he slammed the phone against his bed. "Fuck," he grunted.

"Yeah. Look, I don't know why you're here, Bakugou-kun, but I think it's... best if you leave," she said quietly.

"No. Listen, I sent that text as a fuckin'... accident."

"An accident?"

"I was writing out... I dunno... twelve different fucking texts to you and that's the one that accidentally sent, okay?!"

She sighed. "Bakugou-kun, why did you come here?" she repeated. Her eyes looked so sad, like seeing him was physically painful.

"I came here because I..." he trailed off. What would he say sorry for exactly? He wasn't going to dance with her, so did apologizing even matter? She didn't seem happy about his sorry text. Fuck. He just wanted to get her out of his fucking head.

"Because... you...?" She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

He bit his lip, groaning. "Because I... wanted to say... s-sorry… or whatever..."

"So difficult for you," she hissed.

"Yeah it fuckin' is!" he muttered.

Clenching her fists, she glared at him. "I don't know what you want from me," she snapped. "You yell at me after I tell you my honest feelings... just... leave me alone! You've made it very clear you're not interested in dance or me!"

He could see the tears pooling at the edge of her eyes, and he sighed. This wasn't what he imagined happening when he came here to apologize. He didn't want her to fucking cry!

"Look... it's got nothing to fuckin' do with you okay?!" he yelled back at her. "I don't have time to have... a fuckin' distraction hanging around me."

"A...A distraction?" she mumbled, blinking at him.

"I gotta focus on shit. I missed four weeks of practice and that's a damn lot. Imagine if you didn't do this shit for four weeks!" he said gesturing wildly. "But now I'm finally back and I can't get you outta my fucking head. So I'm fucking apologizing!"

"So you're apologizing because you can't stop thinking about me?" she asked, her teeth pushing into her bottom lip.

"Yeah..." he grunted, turning his eyes away from her. "I can't be your fucking partner. But I didn't have to... fuckin' yell at you... or... whatever," he muttered.

She sighed and shook her head. "Bakugou-kun... I don't think sorry is going to cut it this time. You blew up at me, and you've said countless hurtful things at this point," she said softly. "I don't understand why it's so hard for you to just... say how you really feel!"

"Hah!? I just fucking did!"

"No!" she yelled back. "No you didn't! And this is all so... so... selfish of you! I'm in your head so you're apologizing to get rid of your guilt?!" she hissed. "I know that's not what you mean..." she whispered, looking down to the ground. "But that's what you're saying and that's NOT how apologies work!"

"What the fuck do you mean that's not what I mean!?" he growled. "I'm telling you I'm fucking sorry."

She kept her eyes facing the floor. She couldn't even look at him. Was she really that fucking mad? Sighing, she pointed to the door. "I told you to leave," she said, her finger trembling.

"The fuck-"

"Leave!" she hissed. "I-I don't want to be around you if all you can think about is yourself."

This really wasn't going as planned. How the hell was he supposed to let this go if she was seething with anger at him all the damn time.

"Please," she repeated, her voice trembling.

"Yeah whatever," he muttered, and walked away from her, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor alone yet again.

"I really hate him," Uraraka whined, resting her chin on the edge of the table. The group was meeting for their normal Saturday morning breakfast, though Iida and Deku were gone for the weekend for a math decathlon, Kirishima replaced the two for the morning.

"Mmm... I find that a little hard to believe," Mina hummed, leaning against Kirishima. Throughout all the drama, somehow the two of them were growing much closer, and Uraraka cursed herself for clearly falling for the wrong roommate of the two.

"What do you mean? He came to apologize to me yesterday so that he could stop thinking about me! How am I supposed to feel about that?" she hissed.

"Mmm..." Kirishima sighed. "Sounds like Bakugou... he's a moron. I mean... the guy's my best friend, but he's not very manly when it comes to his emotions. Sorry you're dealing with him, Uraraka-san."

"I'm not dealing with him anymore!" she hissed. "I told him to leave me alone."

"You really think that's going to be the end of it?" Momo asked.

Uraraka glanced between the couples. "...well... yeah?" she muttered.

"I guess the better question is if you want it to be the end of it," Mina said.

"O-Of course I do! I mean... why wouldn't I!?" she said.

"I don't blame her," Todoroki scoffed. However, everyone knew his opinion was a little biased.

"Well, she did mention she has feelings for him and those don't exactly go away in a few days," Momo said softly.

Uraraka glanced at her friends. "Do you guys want me to get with him after he treated me with... with such disrespect!?"

"Not exactly," Mina laughed. "I just... don't want you to get hurt again when he comes back and tries to get with you. You know he probably will do that."

"I dunno," Kirishima sighed. "Bakugou is insanely stubborn. If she really told him to leave he might be gone for good."

Uraraka felt her heart sink. She knew she shouldn't care anymore. After how awful Bakugou treated her... she needed to let him go. He wasn't going to care about her.

"But... he's an idiot. He likes you a lot, Uraraka-san... so... I dunno why he's fighting it!" Kirishima laughed awkwardly.

Her cheeks lit up. "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean he has a crush on you... or feelings... or whatever. Bakugou doesn't go and watch dance performances... he also doesn't do things unless he wants to, so he wouldn't have just kissed you for shits and giggles," Kirishima shrugged. "I kept trying to tell him he could dance and be with you and do rugby but he keeps fighting it and saying it's not possible."

"When he 'apologized' to me, he called me a distraction," she whispered.

"Well that's cause you are!" Kirishima laughed. "You should've seen the way Kaminari took him out at practice," he chuckled. "Dude was just standing in the middle of the field holding the ball!"

Uraraka snorted. "Really?"

"Yeah! It was kind of hilarious," Kirishima quickly cleared his throat when he saw how the other four at the table were staring at him. "A-Also bad, I think he hurt his shoulder a bit."

"Sports..." Momo muttered, shaking her head.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly and turned to Uraraka. "I'm not gonna tell you to give him another chance. To be honest, I don't think he really deserves one, I've been telling him to just be honest this whole damn time! Does he listen? 'Course not!"

"Eiji, you're such a good friend," Mina said, gently patting his cheek.

"Yeah," he smirked, looking down at the pink-haired girl. "A-Anyway... I don't think Bakugou has ever dealt with feelings like this before. He sucks at this shit and he probably thought he was really apologizing."

"Oh he definitely did," Uraraka said, rolling her eyes.

Mina smirked and leaned forward. "You know, you could look at it as a good thing."

"A good thing?" Uraraka blinked, looking at her friends.

"Yup! I mean, he's not going to stop thinking about you, you're going to continue being a distraction... so if you really want him to apologize for real, you could... explain to him how to do so," Mina said.

Uraraka frowned. "So it becomes a lesson in teaching Bakugou how to be a real person." She rolled her eyes. "That doesn't seem very fair. I want him to figure out he can't just blow up at whoever he wants!"

"Yeah I don't think he's ever gonna learn that," Kirishima sighed.

"Or!" Mina smiled. "You could tell him to make it up to you!"

Uraraka twisted her lips. There was nothing he could do really... nothing would make up what he did and said. They were partially his true feelings after all, even if some things he said were more to cover up his real emotions.

"I think I need to just... let it go," Uraraka said softly.

"I think you should do whatever you feel is best. I don't want you being with someone who is going to hurt you over and over" Momo said, reaching over to gently squeeze Uraraka's hand.

"Yeah..." she said.

"I can't say it's not his fault," Kirishima sighed. "I wish he would stop being so stubborn, cause the second he got over himself, I think he'd be so damn happy with you. But he's such an idiot."

"I think... this way is for the best."

"I'm sorry, Ochako-chan," Mina said, nudging her friend.

"I'll be okay," she sighed. "I was working towards getting over it... I'll just continue to do the same..." She hated how much the thought made her heart hurt.

Why couldn't Bakugou just be... a normal guy... a normal human even? She didn't understand why it was so difficult for him to offer a sincere apology? She wished it could be easier... but moving on was probably her best option, as much as it made her heart ache.

"Well, I knew you were an idiot," Kirishima said, stepping into their room. "But I didn't realize you were this much of an idiot!"

"HAH!?" Bakugou said, yanking his headphones out. Why the hell was Kirishima calling him an idiot? He hadn't done anything today. He worked out in the morning, and now he was finishing up schoolwork he didn't feel like doing.

"I just had breakfast with Mina-chan, and Uraraka-san was there too," Kirishima began.

Immediately, Bakugou put his headphones back in. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about that girl... not after she humiliated him completely.

"Oi! Don't ignore me!" Kirishima said, storming towards his bed. "Come on dude, don't be like this! Did you try and apologize to her after practice yesterday?"

"What the fuck about it?" Bakugou barked, yanking his headphones out again. "Did she tell you I was a selfish asshole?"

"No, actually. She said she wanted a real apology."

"I gave her one!"

"Not from the sounds of it," Kirishima shrugged. "What are you doing man?"

"What do you mean?!" Bakugou snorted. "I told her she was in my head too much and so I apologized to get her out of it!"

"Yeah dumbass, do you think any girl wants to hear that!?" he scoffed. "You basically told her you want to stop thinking about her!"

"But... I do," Bakugou said, looking at him with confusion. "I can't focus at practice if I'm standing around thinking about her!" He touched at the side of his shirt where his shoulder was completely bruised.

"Your shoulder still hurting?" Kirishima muttered.

"No!" Bakugou hissed. "Why the fuck do you care about this so much?!"

"Because," Kirishima sighed. "You're my best friend and honestly at this point, you're just hurting yourself. Uraraka just wants a normal apology, and the reason you keep thinking about her and are viewing her as a distraction is because you like her!"

Bakugou's cheeks flushed. The last thing he needed right now was to get lectured again by Kirishima. "This is all you fucking do lately; yell at me about this fucking girl," he snorted.

"Because you're being an idiot! She. Likes. You. You like her! Why are you making it so fucking complicated, dude!?"

"Because! I don't have time for this shit!"

"Bullshit!" Kirishima yelled. "You're just making up excuses. You just seem fucking scared. Are you scared you like her and somewhere down the road she's gonna stop liking you and then she'll dump you?"

Bakugou stood up, glaring at his friend. "You shut your fucking mouth right now! I'm not... scared," he hissed out.

"I didn't realize you could be so cowardly about having feelings for a girl," Kirishima smirked, teasing him.

"I said shut your fucking mouth!" he yelled. "I'm not a fucking coward. I'm here on a fucking scholarship for rugby Kirishima. I just got in trouble and wasn't able to practice for four fucking weeks and now I'm back and I need to focus! I can't just stop playing rugby and I don't want to!"

"Look, dude, I get you missed practice, but you can have a girlfriend and do other things, you don't have to focus on this one thing!" Kirishima retorted.

"I have one focus! One! I don't need any others," he said.

"I don't understand the level of stubbornness you have about this," Kirishima said, rubbing his forehead.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't even know why she wants me to be her fucking dance partner!"

"You know you could've stuck it out with her and not been her partner!"

"Oh and feel guilty all the damn time?"

"Uraraka-san isn't that type of girl and you know it. I don't get it dude… If you want to dance with her… just do it? Are you scared you might suck if you did do some dance competition? Cause maybe you might lose?!"

"Shut up, I wouldn't fucking lose!" he hissed. This conversation was getting him nowhere. Even if he wanted to be with Uraraka... even if he could focus on her and rugby and dance all at the same time, none of it mattered anymore. Bakugou ran his hand down his face. "It doesn't fucking matter..."

"It obviously does. You've been pissy for days, and you went to apologize to her, and though you said it was to get her out of your head, we all know it was because you actually legit feel bad, and you probably miss her a little bit."

"Yeah well, she didn't fucking accept my apology so it doesn't matter!"

"Did you want her to accept it?" Kirishima asked, getting quieter.

"No, I was hoping she would yell at me and tell me to leave," he deadpanned, and sighed. "Look she's done with me, I'm done with her. I tried my fucking best to say sorry."

"I wouldn't call that your best. Bakugou... since when do you give up? When you really want shit you make it happen? Don't you really want her?"

Why the fuck did it seem like everyone around him was so damn right all the time?

"It's too fucking late for that."

"Not really. If you really want her, you could apologize for real. Be fucking genuine about it! Make it up to her. There are a lot of fucking options," Kirishima sighed.

"She made her feelings very fucking clear," he snarled.

"Yeah because you pushed her away! Don't be an ass! If you like her, then go after her."

Bakugou wasn't the type to back down from shit. He needed to be focused, but he didn't like losing and right now it felt like he was losing the best fucking girl he ever met. He hated it. He hated hearing everyone around him yell at him. He hated knowing he made her cry... probably more than fucking once.

What kind of asshole was he? If he were her, he wouldn't want to be with him either, as a dance partner or a friend... or anything.

"Just leave me alone, Kirishima," he said, standing up to storm out the door.

His asshole roommate was right. If he liked her, he should just go after her... but from the way she spoke to him yesterday, he had a feeling he really lost his chance.

What a fucking idiot he was.

Uraraka told herself she would move on. Hell, she told all her friends too. Bakugou wasn't good for her, in any sense of the word. In fact, he was horrible for her. He was horrible to her, and yet she missed him. She missed his stupid apology, the way he was so loud about everything... how he was certain he wouldn't mess up anything he did... She missed the way his lips felt against hers... the thought made her blush.

She was a little ashamed, for still wanting him after how awful he was.

She needed to move on.

Yet as she stared at the small flyer attached to the bulletin board in the dance hall, she couldn't help but feel her heart throb.

The ballroom competition. She knew it was happening... Todoroki and Momo had been preparing their quickstep dance for quite sometime now. There were three branches, one for the waltz, one for the tango and one for the quickstep. She purposefully hadn't entered, due to not having a partner, but...

Uraraka glanced at the flyer again, thinking about what Mina said. If Bakugou didn't understand how to apologize right... she could help him understand, she could set ground rules... and hopefully he would understand what he needed to do to make up for the awful mistakes he made. If he even wanted to talk to her... though Kirishima certainly made it sound like he did.

She bit her lip and tore the flyer from the bulletin board.

Heading to the dance room, she saw Todoroki and Momo stretching, sitting in the middle of the floor.

"Ochako-chan! Evening!" Momo waved. "Are you here to practice?"

"Yeah," she said, placing her bag down.

"Why do you have the competition flyer?" Todoroki asked, pointing bluntly at the paper in her hand.

"E-Eh!? T-This!? I just... grabbed it to... give to you guys!" she said, flailing her hand quickly.

"Us?" Momo blinked, tilting her head to the side. "Why? We already signed up."

"Uhm..." Uraraka glanced down at the sheet.

"You want to try asking Bakugou again." Todoroki stated, and Uraraka jumped back. How was Todoroki so good at knowing things like this?!

"E-EH!?" she gasped. "N-No! That would just be stupid."

"Yes-" Todoroki began to speak but Momo was quick to cover his mouth.

"O-Ochako-chan! W-Why?!" she stammered, though Uraraka could tell she was thinking something similar.

"Well... I was thinking about what Mina said... and he really does owe me one at this point. If I tell him I'll forgive him if he does this with me, maybe..."

Momo sighed. "I won't stop you if that's what you want to do! I just don't want you to be disappointed if he says no to it."

"Mmm... Yeah... I kind of feel like I wanna just... try."

"You're too forgiving Uraraka-san," Todoroki said bluntly.

"Well I know you don't like him very much, Todoroki-kun," she said. "And... I get it... I do... I just.."

She trailed off, unsure of how she wanted to continue that. She just wanted to see if he could dance? She just wanted to forgive him? She just... liked him, for some stupid inexplicable reason.

"I think I can make this work," she said, walking back to her bag. "Sorry I gotta... go!" she said.

"Okay, it's your choice if you want to forgive him," Momo said, calling after her.

"Oh... you got it all wrong," she laughed, rushing out the door. "I'm not forgiving him! Not yet!"

Bakugou stood on the field, tapping his cleats against the grass. Lately practice was... better... sort of. He was less distracted, but for some reason he was finding it difficult to play to his fullest. Normally, at times like these he would've been angrier... and able to take out his aggression on the field, but frustrations were clouding his mind.

It was unacceptable, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He already talked to her and he wasn't going back to have her yell at him again.

He wasn't so distracted he got hurt, like the first day, but he could tell he wasn't up to par, and he fucking hated it.

"Oi, Bakugou," Kirishima called out. "We're starting."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, and made his way to the beginning, crouching over. Focus. He was going to focus, and he was going to kick some ass. Hopefully he could tackle Kaminari a few times for some good fuckin' payback.

The whistle blew and he stumbled forward, charging towards the other team. Sero dodged him, and Kirishima attempted to toss him the ball, Kaminari knocking it out of his hand, trying to get his hands on it until Bakugou crashed into him, tackling him to the ground. The whistle blew again and Kaminari winced. "Jeez... Bakugou... warn a guy next time, will ya'?"

"Fuck off," he hissed.

"Hey Bakugou," Sero laughed from the opposite team, "isn't that your girlfriend?"

"HAH!?" he yelled and turned to see Uraraka standing on the side lines. Her purple jacket hugged her body, the wind gently blowing her hair. She looked horrified, as if she just witnessed Bakugou commit murder. "Fuck," he muttered. "She's not... She's... whatever," he growled and stormed over to the side.

"What the hell do you want?" he growled.

"Good to see you too, Bakugou-kun," she sighed. "I don't know how you... play this. Are you... okay?"

He hated the slight concern in her eyes. Like she was actually concerned for him... she hated his guts.

"Tch. 'Course I'm okay. I tackle people every fucking day." He folded his arms. "That didn't answer my question."

"..." she glanced at the other boys staring at her on the field. Kirishima waved, and she waved back, smiling a bit. "Here," she said, handing him a flyer. He took it and blinked. A dance competition?

"The fuck is this?"

"Be my partner," she said, her brown eyes staring at him with determination.

What? He was convinced she hated him, but she was asking him again? After all that?

"Uraraka..." he muttered. "We fucking talked about this-"

"You came looking for my forgiveness. Even if your apology was... well... awful," she snorted. "If you do this with me... I'll consider forgiving you," she said, a smirk pulling across her face.

"What makes you think I'm so desperate for your fucking forgiveness?" he snapped.

"Well," she hummed. "You came to me to apologize, which for you, I know that's a pretty big deal," she teased. "Plus I've heard rumors you haven't been doing your best at practice."

He turned around, immediately glaring at Kirishima, who simply waved at him too.

"Why the fuck do you want me to be your partner?" he asked.

'I'll just fuckin' disappoint you...'

"Because... You're good at it and I think you enjoy it more than you let on and I... wanna keep teaching you," she said. "We'll pick one and enter."

"What if I don't have time?"

"We'll make time," she said. "Or you will, if you actually want to try." Her voice was filled with a challenge and Bakugou clenched his fists. "You can come after practice."

Bakugou Katsuki never turned down a fucking challenge. Especially one he knew he could win.

Bakugou pursed his lips. He spent most of this week frustrated he couldn't do anything about her, knowing he couldn't win her forgiveness, and yet here she stood, offering it... with a price.

His hand crushed the paper. "Fine. I'll... do it," he hissed. If this was the way to get her to stop haunting his damn mind, he would do it. One competition.

"Great!" she smiled, "And don't get hurt... doing all this," she gestured to the field. "It would suck to dance with bruised legs."

"Shut up, Round Face," he growled, stomping back onto the field.

"See you later!" she sang, waving to him.

And even though he technically got what he wanted, Bakugou felt like he somehow lost. The dance lessons were about to begin again and Bakugou wondered what the fuck he was thinking.

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