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#Look at Bakugou I absolutely cannot
kingkatsuki · 7 months
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camgirlkaminari · 1 year
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several thoughts about the new years 2023 sketch that i CANNOT stop having:
he's getting hornier. he's been getting hornier on main the closer we get to the end of the series. everyone scroll his twitter back to 2021 and you will see there is an abrupt spike in horny art around august of that year. horny on main about literally all his own ocs and unapologetic about it
horikoshi has DEFINITELY been looking at all the bunnyboi deku fanart over the last 8 years
the previous two points lead me to conclude that the fandom has been picking up what he's putting down this whole time. shameless deku supremacy bunnyboi deku supremacy etc etc
also thinking maybe deku's steel toed thigh highs were an aesthetic choice and not entirely necessary for support reasons. thotty deku supremacy etc
hori really fleshes out his characters with these sketches it seems very clear to me that ochaco was bribed with free food for this event & kirishima didn't have to be bribed with ANYTHING he's just happy to be here, very on brand
thanks bud i WASNT thinking about their balls but NOW i am
that being said: release the balls cut horikoshi. i KNOW you have a secret balls-in drawing. im a 'do-it-for-the-bit' artist, i know theres a secret bit art folder i just KNOW it
and you KNOW he also did a bunnyboi katsuki sketch. hes a freaque he simply would not let that go undrawn
do you guys think katsuki feels left out. do you think he's mad he missed the memo. where are his eyes pointed, mirko? or ochaco? is he jealous. does he have fomo
katsuki adhd king
it is SO funny of hori to make mirko have to wear clothes while the rest of them wear her costume. so cruel. so inhumane. get dressed idiot
shouto said 👁️👄👁️ as usual absolute comedy king
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t3ag3rs · 1 month
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♡ bakugou headcannons !
i felt like a hopeless romantic today so why not have some random headcannons?
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i personally feel like bakugou wouldnt be looking for a relationship because of his ambition to wanna be a hero. so he kinda has that "itll come my way when its time" mentality with dating.
dont hate me but i think bakugou is the type of person to not "fall in love at first sight"
if he does find you interesting though, its because of the sole reasons of either your quirk or your personality. thats it- no other reason.
secretly probably has a thing for thick/curvy/muscular women, you cannot tell me otherwise.
once you two start talking more he'll secretly enjoy the way you yap when it comes to things you like or about something you genuinely cant stand.
i think bakugou wont be the one to make the first move unless like mina or someone tells him that you secretly have a fat crush on him as well.
on the other hand, if you were to confess to him he would try to act as nonchalant as possible but would be embarrassed, happy + his ego would definitely inflate.
once you both go public it is OVER for all the other "extras". bakugou would be showing you off left and right- "hey you see that hottie over there? guess what? shes mine- now look the other way!"
would be lowk scared that his brash personality would make you leave him for someone else, but you would always insist he was all you ever needed and thats all he needed to go back to the cocky bastard you know and love.
is a SUCKER for random compliments and physical touch. you hold his hand on the way out the class? instant butterflies. "your eyes are so pretty suki..!" fuck. he was whipped for you.
bakugou loves it when you massage his back or shoulders after a hard day of training. oh, and when you run your hands through his hair? hes on cloud nine.
loves cooking for you, but leaves the baking to you. he absolutely CANNOT bake for his life. would get too frustrated after having to do the same step multiple times because the recipe called for it and would just end up combining all the steps in one.
wont admit it but he loves when you use him as your walking heater. "bakugou im crampinggggg..." "here..." he says as he places his palm on your stomach as you sigh in content. he cant help but find it adorable when you force yourself on him if he doesnt do it himself.
last but not least... sleeping. hates being the small spoon because it makes him feel unimportant :( will sometimes stay up just to see your cheeks squished on to his chest as you sleep- dont be surprised to see photos of you like that on his phone.
slow mornings with bakugou is so sweet and soft. he would definitely press small kisses to your neck after each compliment he would say about you. only when youre asleep ofc. if you wake up and show even the slightest sign of knowing what he did, he would take a pillow and smack your face with it 100%. all with love though ofc. besides, its not like you didnt know about it for months now.
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lol idek if this is good since its my first time but uhhhh lmk what yall think.
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jello-chennie · 8 months
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relationship hcs!
✧ pairing izuku, katsuki, eijirou, shouto w/ fem!reader
✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
✧ a/n check out my masterlist!
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ izuku ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
isn't at all sure about how he pulled you
but he did and he isnt complaining
would absolutely love a kind soul in his partner
he swoons anytime you do little things to take care of him like if you know he has a pretty busy day, even if you're busy too, you go out of your way to make him a cup of coffee or tea and you always seem to get it just right
or whenever he's super focused on something the past few days and starts getting a little scatter brained, he'll forget to eat
if you're in ua, you'll share your lunch with him (which he will deny at first, but when you start pouting at him, he cant say no)
if he's a pro-hero and working, you take him out to lunch on his break
doesn't matter how far into your relationship you two are, he's always getting flustered by you
despite that, he's always trying to make you laugh (even if it means dying inside from embarrassment)
izuku cannot formally confirm or deny whether or not he may or may not be intentionally getting a few extra bumps and scrapes just so you can take the time to gently and lovingly bandage his wounds
loves it when you cut his hair for him!
even when you mess up (his chest will hurt a little with embarrassment whenever he's out in public, but only a little bc you did something for him, and he loves that more than anything else)
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ katsuki ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
totally would end up in a relationship in which you are his polar opposite
everyone is confused
but it totally works!
you're super shy and sweet, and hes audacious and a little abrasive
he pulls you out of your shell and makes you become less of a doormat, you reign him in a bit and round out his sharper edges
when he takes you to meet his parents, it doesn't fly past him that the two of you have a dynamic that reminds him of his parents
which pisses him off to no end bc that means he truly is his mother's son
he's become his mother
bakugou doesn't form close relationships easily, and is definitely an all or nothing kind of guy
once you're in, you're locked in
it doesn't take him very long to start fantasizing about marriage and kids once you officially become a couple
he is you're personal chef
and once you both enter the workforce, he takes extreme pride in making your lunch for you
can and will enter a silent competition with the significant other's of your coworkers for who can make the best bento
probably makes a social media page dedicated to making cooking videos in which he posts aesthetic af videos of him making meals for you
"pro-hero dynamite is famous on the internet for also being a gourmet chef!"
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ eijirou ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
kirishima would definitely fall for someone super fem presenting
he works out all the time and has all these muscles solely for the purpose of carrying things for you
and carrying you
afterall, that's what a real man does
will stop and buy all the pretty things he sees in store that remind him of you
likes it when you stick some of your cute stickers you make him take you to the mall to go buy onto his gear
is tickled pink by headlines that show up the next day like "red riot big sanrio fan?"
has matching sanrio keychains on his phone case with you
loves to sit and watch you do your makeup
will sit next to you and ask you to explain it to him
kiri will never say no when you ask to put it on him
after all, what kind of man would have his masculinity threatened by a little makeup?
besides, it's not like he can say no when you look up at him with those big, pretty eyes, and the cute, hopeful, little grin on your face
that would be just wrong
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ shouto ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
one of the types of people i see shouto falling for is someone who is a bit of a spitfire
someone who is caring, compassionate, and understanding
someone with endless amounts of kindness in their heart, and a little wise, but relentlessly brazen
he both loves and admires them, and falls for their personality
i see shouto taking little bits and pieces of his partner's personality, and they are ultimately responsible for shouto becoming a little more outspoken
shouto is someone who would become a teeny bit obsessed with his partner
you officially have a shadow once you get together bc he will have no problem following you everywhere, and wanting to hangout with you all the time
isn't at all nervous about having you meet his dad, bc shouto knows that if endeavor starts pissing you off, you'll find a way to respectfully tell him to fuck off without missing a beat
you're also super smart and emotionally intelligent, so when his family life starts to become particularly messy at the moment, you're right by his side helping him navigate
shouto loves you for being his lover and his confidant, constantly there for him with open arms and advice that's strangely wiser beyond your years
once shouto's dad stops being crummy, endeavor actually comes to respect you
shouto's mom and sister love you, and the three of you gossip like school girls
which makes shouto a little jealous when he feels left out
shouto's the kind of bf to get jealous of the cat that he wanted but ended up liking you more
won't say anything, and will spend all day pouting in a corner some where
you have to give him ton of affection to make it up to him
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bakuhatsufallinlove · 2 months
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U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 1 Translations
To celebrate My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, Shonen Jump is releasing special illustrations in the newspapers of Japan's 47 prefectures, calling it "U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan." It's being rolled out daily across one-week.
The schedule is:
April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions
April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region
April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region
April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region
April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions
April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions
April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release
You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after their newspaper release, so Day 1 and Day 2 are available right now.
The illustrations depict charming scenes between Class 1-A about something related to each prefecture's culture or history, so I thought it would be really fun to translate them and share a little bit about Japan.
Here we go!
Note: As I mentioned, the illustrations are available on the official site, but they are all rather small, which makes them hard to read, so in this post I have included photographs from fans which I used for my translations. Every photo was available publicly on twitter and I have credited the posters, but please be respectful and don't draw undue attention to these fans. If anyone contacts me wishing for their photo to be removed, I will do so.
Hokkaidō Region
Hokkaidō
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Photo credit: twitter user URix0307
Iida: "Heroes! Be ambitious!!' Aizawa: "I'm leaving you behind."
Iida is standing in front of the statue of William S. Clark at Hitsujigaoka Observation Hill, a scenic spot in Sapporo. Clark worked with the Japanese government to found Sapporo Agricultural College (now Hokkaidō University) in 1876; he is a very famous figure in the history of the region. The statue is inscribed with a quote attributed to him as he left Japan: "Boys, be ambitious!"
Tōhōku Region
Aomori
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Photo credit: twitter user redaotkrsn
Dark Shadow: "Fumikage!! I GOT ONE!!" Tokoyami: "The allure of forbidden fruit which tastes so sweet..." Dark Shadow: "One simply cannot resist!" Asui: "Tokoyami-chan sure likes apples, huh?"
Agriculture is huge in Aomori, and specifically they are famous for their apples, contributing about 60% of Japan's entire apple production. Raw apples, jams, juices, desserts, etc., they are everywhere in Aomori, and fyi, they are all absolutely delicious. The sweetest, richest, freshest apples I've ever had in my life were the ones I had here! Dark Shadow is right, one simply cannot resist!!!
Iwate
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Photo credit: twitter user bakkk_17
Todoroki: "I can have as many bowls as I want, right?" Endeavor: "SHOUTOOOOO!!!" Kouda: "Todoroki-kun!! Your dad said he wants to eat with you, too!!" Todoroki: "Check, please."
Todoroki is eating wanko soba, a specialty from Iwate where it's basically an all-you-can-eat. The soba is served in many small bowls, and you slurp them up and immediately get served more. The verb he uses, ikeru, is one people also use for "holding your liquor well," which I personally found hilarious. "Oh yeah, I can hold my noodles."
Miyagi
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Photo credit: twitter user Abino_Haru_Maki
Ashido: "Teacher, what's wrong? You keep lollygagging about!" Aizawa: "Kittykittykitty..." Shouji: "Anybody suspicious around? Nothing has come up in my search for enemies." Iida: "We're leaving you behind, teacher."
Miyagi is famous for being home to Tashirojima, the so-called "Cat Island" where cats outnumber people. Iida gets revenge!!
Akita
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Hagakure: "Namahage faces are so scary!!" Kaminari: "Looks just like Bakugou, don't it." Bakugou: "THERE'S NO RESEMBLANCE AT ALL, I'LL SEND YOU FLYING!!" Sero: "He's a rotten kid who looks just like a Namahage!"
Namahage are frightening folkloric figures from Akita's New Year's festival. Men wear big demon masks and straw coats and wield a (fake) weapon; they march through the streets or knock on doors to scold misbehaving children, asking if there are any "warui ko," (naughty/rotten/bad kids), which is what Sero calls Bakugou.
Yamagata
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Yaoyorozu: "Oh, tranquility! Penetrating the very rock, a cicada’s voice." Kaminari: "Jirou! How about you put your earphones on that rock?" Jirou: "Are you stupid?"
Yaoyorozu is reciting a famous poem by Basho Matsuo written when he visited the Buddhist temple, Risshaku-ji (also called Yamadera, meaning "mountain temple"). This translation is by Helen Craig McCullough. Risshaku-ji, a National Historic site, is home to a number of beautiful buildings and statues built into the mountainside; temple history claims a lineage back to the 9th century. The trail up to the temple consists of 1,015 steps; I visited in winter, which made it quite the precarious climb!
Fukushima
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Kirishima: "This right here is what I should be aiming for!!" Aoyama: "A fateful encounter~!" Bakugou: "When I said 'just being able to keep standing through anything makes you crazy strong,' this ain't what I meant!!"
Kirishima is looking at rows of okiagari koboshi, which are traditional papier-mâché dolls popular in Fukushima's western Aizu region. They are weighted so that no matter what you do to them, they pop right back up to standing!
That's all for Day 1! I'm still translating Day 2 and collecting Day 3's as they roll in, so please look forward to those. :D
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anisespice · 1 year
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How about walking around in booty shorts to get your man’s attention❤️❤️
you got it, anon! thank you so much for your patience and for requesting !! i took wayyyyy too long to do this lol wasn't sure who you wanted for this, so i figured i'd just make it into an "insert who you want" kind of scenario. hope you enjoy :))
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pairing: various x fem!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. talks about posteriors (lol), suggestive themes, and i think that's all.
notes: been sick these past few days, so had to put a hold on the next part of "the fuck it list" :((( but hopefully i'll have it up sometime tomorrow, didn't want to leave you guys high and dry sooo !! hope you enjoy ♡♡♡
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 ∵ The ones who are caught completely by surprise, needing to do a double-take at them double-stacks attached to your spine to make sure his eyes were playing tricks. You didn’t normally wear them around the house, at least not without a big shirt that usually covered everything, so clearly you were baiting him for something; and consider him hooked. It didn't matter what he was doing before you walked into the room, consider it DROPPED + IGORNERED + NONEXISTENT. On the game with the guys? Dropped. Typing up a work email? Ignored. Watching a show? Nonexistent. Won't put his hands on you right away, his mama raised him better than that, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But he will side-eye tf out your ass until you eventually have to say something—He looked like he was finna pass out if you didn’t.
"You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?"
"Thank FUCK, I thought you were gonna torture me forever - please come over here now please, thank you.”
TAKEMICHI, kakucho, chifuyu, angry, SHINICHIRO, kazutora, kyotani, kenma, aran, kageyama, deku, kirishima, tamaki, twice, [insert anyone you want ].
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ∵ DOWN BAD AND PROUD OF IT. Utterly shameless, eyes waste no time honing in on your ass the second you walk past him, indulging his intrusive thoughts by giving you a light smack on that thang just to watch it jiggle. Wearing a shit-eating grin when you turn to playfully glare at him; he fucking knows you love it. Doesn't even care if y'all got company either, I mean shittt - you didn't when you decided to walk around with them shorts on. Absolutely will follow you around, feel you up and everything, homie cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. Not his fault you look so damn tempting, he just couldn't resist. Good luck trying to get anything done now, and prepare to be absolutely SICK of him. You wanted his attention, you got it.
"Oh my goddd, boy, leave me aloneee."
"Nah, don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nowhere close to being done with you."
SANZU, hanma, rindou, RAN, smiley, baji, mikey, MATTSUN, maki, tanaka, nishinoya, SUNA, ATSUMU, HINATA, bokuto, sero, denki, mirio, HAWKS, [insert anyone you want ].
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ∵ Won't look like he's phased at all, you could be walking around in your underwear and he won't break a sweat. Honestly, he'll have you feeling stupid at first, thinking you weren't as irresistible as you thought. Fret not you sexy thing, that's just how it appeared on the outside. On the inside tho, that man was having some rather... depraved thoughts. He wasn't born yesterday, he knew you were trying to get a rise outta him, but he really needed to focus on his work right now. But, don't worry...once he's done, he got something for that ass later.
"You didn't think I was gonna let your little stunt slide, did you?"
kokonoi, WAKASA, izana, draken, MITSUYA, ushijima, KITA, daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, osamu, sugawara, oikawa, TODOROKI, bakugou, shinshou, shigaraki, dabi, [ insert anyone you want ].
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eijirousbestie · 1 year
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YOUR ART MAJOR STORY WAS FIRE!! IM AN ART MAJOR AND WE HAD TO DO DETAILED PORTRAITS THIS MORNING AS AN ACTIVITY OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS YOUR STORY 😭😭😭😭 anyway i had the vision of Y/N doing a portrait of bakugou for her class ❤️❤️❤️❤️
AHH THANK YOU SM hearing someone thought abt my story in their day to day life is actually insane so thank you for reading!! Love to see a fellow art major around here🤝🏽I hope this story is to your liking i tried my best😭<33
“Can I draw you?”
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this is kinda long (I got too into it lol)
pulling at the heartstrings a bit here
he’s a willing participant???
unorganized dishes
golden hour
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Being an art student had its perks. For one thing you didn’t have “real” homework like other classes and you could spend majority of your time creating something new. In other cases, being an art student was dreadful, and today proved that to be true.
Walking into class and setting your bag down, you sit at your easel and scroll on your phone as your professor waits for other students to trickle in before he takes attendance. The sound of a chair scooting can be heard as your professor makes his presence known and calls role. He finishes and places his clipboard down, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.
“Good morning guys! First things first, I just wanted to say you all did a great job at critique this past Tuesday. I was very impressed with the outcome of all your pieces. Now for those of you who have checked the class schedule, you’ll know we have our Portrait 1 assignment due at the end of next week. I’ll give further instructions and we’ll go ahead and get started on those today.” He grabs a stack of papers, assuming to be said detailed instructions for your next assignment. As soon as he hands you a copy, you skim through the premise of what you’re going to be doing.
Portrait 1 Assignment
1. Pick a subject you will be referencing to for your portrait. (No you cannot use a reference online. It has to be someone you can poke).
2. Arrange a time outside of class to meet with your subject to begin your sketch.
3. Pick a feature of your subject to enhance in your final drawing. You can add color, darken line weight or distort the feature you chose, but the rest of the portrait should be in the style of a sketch.
This drawing should be done on an 18x24 sheet of paper from your sketchbook and no smaller.
You internally cringe at the thought of having to snatch someone from campus to sit with you for hours just so you can draw them. You instantly begin to think of people you know who you can draw. You take your phone out and begin typing up a message to a friend of yours, asking when they’re free. Much to your dismay, they inform you that they have work directly after class all this week and won’t be able to help. You understand, but now you’ve got yourself stuck and you absolutely refuse to ask a stranger. For the remainder of the period, all you can do is mindlessly write a list of names and the pros and cons of their potential availability.
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Sitting in the living room after getting back to the dorms, you rest after having no success trying to recruit anyone to be your reference. The dorms are practically empty as everyone is out doing something. Working, training, shopping. Everything you don’t do. Essentially losing hope for the day, you resort to lounging on the couch. Cozy pajamas nearly lulling you to sleep. However before you can slip into the best nap of your life, clanging from the kitchen startles you awake. Whispered curses soon follow, ultimately giving away who caused the noise. Getting up from your oh so comfy spot, you make your way to the kitchen to investigate. Peeking a head in the doorway, you see a rather frazzled Bakugou picking up pots and pans that had fallen to the floor.
Looking at his bent form, you speak up. “You aight?” He picks up the last pot and places it on the counter before responding, fully facing you.
“I’m good. My bad if I woke you.” You give a shrug and lean your hip on the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.
“Nah you’re fine. Wasn’t fully knocked out anyway. What were you doing in here?”
“Reorganizing. For whatever reason, idiots around here can’t understand that stacking dishes causes shit to fall. Just proved my point too.” His eyes fall on the various pans on the counter he was in the process of arranging. You give a chuckle and move to help put them away.
“Say it louder for the people in the back.”
“Yeah well apparently they ‘don’t respond well to yelling.’ Whatever the fuck that means.” He nags as you both place each dish in their respective places.
“Gotta give em a glare or side eye to get the message across,” you joke.
“Shit only goes so far. But if looks could kill everybody here would be on their deathbed.”
“Jesus man, gruesome much?” You let out a heartier chuckle, actually entertained by his empty threats.
“S’called being self-aware.” He leans against the now empty counter and folds his arms across his chest. A silly thought crosses your mind. A glimpse of hope even. You decide to pursue it.
“Speaking of looks,” you start off tentatively, “I could really use yours if you’ll let me.”
He gives you a half-curious look, left eyebrow slightly raised as he side eyes you. “The hell’s that mean?”
You’re not sure whether it’s the desperation talking or the fact that you’re half asleep, but you immediately hit him with your dilemma.
“Well… can I draw you?” It seems like minutes that go by before he responds with a sharp click of his tongue.
“Lay off the drugs huh? Shit’s got you talkin outta your ass.”
“Bakugou please! I need a reference for an assignment and I’d really appreciate if you’d let me draw you. It won’t take long I swear I’m fast!” Your hands are clasped together as you ask for his cooperation.
“The hell’d you wanna draw me for? Plenty other people you could ask.”
You don’t have it in your heart to mention nobody else was available to help you. It’d be like blatantly telling him he was the last option and you don’t want to potentially upset him by saying that. It’s not necessarily true either, you just didn’t think he would be up for it in the first place so you didn’t want to bother him. He was your saving grace really, never the last option.
“Well you’ve got great eyes. And perfect eyebrows too. So it’s kinda hard not to want to draw you. But seriously, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my very best to capture the best parts of you. Please?” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his hands clutch the counter in a death grip. He’s quiet for a moment. Two moments. Then he shakes his head in disbelief and his eyes sweep to look at anything else but you.
“Fine. Just don’t make me look like shit got me?” A light look of embarrassment covers his face. It’s endearing.
“I promise.” You smile a wide grin, relief relaxing your shoulders. “You mind if we get started tonight? I’m kinda behind as it is.”
He gives a nod and a hum in response. You tell him to stay put as you grab your sketchbook. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the slow sunset. It’s golden hour and the living room is filled with warm oranges and yellows as the sun is close to calling it a day. You come back, supplies in hand and before you can put your things down, you catch Bakugou as he gazes out of the window, the setting sun casting onto his face. With his hand propped under his chin, he looks ethereal. His red eyes now a vermilion as the rays reflect on them. It highlights his jawline, casting shadows that make the edges prominent. His hair aglow in the light, tufts of blonde now appearing marigold. You don’t realize how silly you must look staring at him until his eyes flicker to your frozen form. His gravelly voice pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Got your stuff?” He doesn’t move from his spot as he asks. You gather your bearings and nod.
“Yeah uh I got everything I need. We can start now if you’re ready?” You walk over to the couch where he sits, setting up your easel right in front of him.
“Mmh go ahead. Is there a certain way you wanna do this or?”
“No no what you’re doing now is fine. It’s actually better if you’re comfortable. We might be here a while, but let me know when you need a break.” He gives a nod of approval and you’re off, hands sketching and eyes darting back and forth between easel and subject. Soft scratching noises from graphite on paper filled the silence. By this point you were detailing the features of his hand holding up his face. Neat nail beds and cleanly trimmed. Bruised and scarred knuckles from countless hours of training. A strong neck that connected to an even stronger jaw, probably chiseled by the gods themselves.
You’d be lying to yourself if you thought drawing him would be a chore. It was actually enjoyable. There was no need for trivial conversation. Just you sitting there, drawing him as he let you. Him trusting you to capture his very being with only a pencil. It was a beautiful experience and you couldn’t be more grateful that you both were a part of it.
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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can I get some more of that
soft bakugou
bc DAMNNN that’s some good shit
i cannot believe how much love he’s getting on my page PFFFFF-
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“I’LL KILL YOU, BRAT!”
Katsuki’s voice shatters your eardrums as he pads close behind you, only making you scream and run more. His fingers barely graze the back of your- his - hoodie, making you scream louder and try to duck away from his paws.
Granted, if he really wanted to catch you, he could’ve with ridiculous ease to do, and that’s your own saving grace in proving he’s not too mad at your antics.
But god, was he still pissed.
Or it seemed as such; it seemed like Bakugo was always a little pissed, even at his most relaxed and loving. It’s an act, a show to keep you on your toes in his presence- despite having been dating for several years- he loves you with all his heart… but…
“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIS SHIT AND THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT, ASSHOLE!”
“B-But Katsukiiii!” You whine, finding a small gap of safety in one side of your kitchen island, which he stands, panting, at the other side of. “You look so pretty! And you love me sooooo much!”
He did, too. It was almost a crime.
In the end, would’ve been easier to not put on a nice, ruby red lipstick on his lips, a small amount of sapphire shimmer on his eyes, and one cheek of blush- he’d started to wake up from the brush strokes- but he’d never let you do it if he was awake. When his big, currant eyes opened up to blink at you, the rare, sleepy smile he’d flashed you quickly fell when he saw how close you were with one of your makeup brushes.
“You didn’t,” he snarled, and you chuckled nervously.
“Uh…” you chew your lip nervously, “I love you?”
“Run.”
“We’re engaged, you can’t kill me-“
“I said,” he sits up and stares at you, eyes glimmering in predatory mischief. “Run.”
Thus, here you were.
“Being cute can’t get you out of every goddamned thing, dumbass!” He barks, chest heaving for breath and calmness from the anger. Thick hands plant on the island, the engagement ring on his left finder making a resounding ‘tink!’ to cut the tension in the air with a knife.
“That’s not true and you know it!” You argue, but the grin on your face doesn’t falter.
Sick of this game, Katsuki leans towards the left, making you lean for the right. Then, he pops to the right, and you dash for the left. To the left is vacant with chairs and has the hallway that carries you to your room, and seeing that as your best option, you squeak and make a dash to the left.
And that only makes Katsuki scoop you up from the floor and place you on your back, on top of the kitchen island.
“Come on!” You whine, writhing and trying to kick him away with a giggly protest, the signals in your brain crossing when thick fingers dig under the fabric of your shirt, tickling your ribs and drilling under your arms and squeezing your hips, the tingles being everywhere at once and your brain has not one clue how to process it.
“KATSUKI!” You shriek, your hands shoving uselessly at his shoulders, trying to curl in on yourself despite his body being planted between your legs. Your eyes screw shut as you laugh as hard as your body lets you, but it’s clearly not all in vain as between your howls, you hear the low, raspy chuckles of Bakugo. “N-NOT FAIR!”
“It wasn’t fair that you put makeup on me without my consent,” he says, voice filled with annoyance, and if you didn’t know him better, you’d miss the obvious smile in his tone. “Now die.”
And you do. For a few minutes, you’re whining and giggling desperately underneath him, swatting at his shoulders and kneeing his back to make him stop, but deep down it’s a side of Katsuki you seldom see, and he just looks so damn good doing it. It always surprises you how much you adore this more playful side of him, and you’ll let him torment you if it means he’ll show that side of him more.
“Have you learned your stupid lesson, dumbass?” He snarls, watching with a grin as you rapidly nod your head. “Are you gonna stop being an absolute menace when I just want to fuckin’ sleep?” Once again, you nod quickly, desperate to appease the furious blonde, and finally with a satisfied smirk, he lowers his hands from your sides and smoothes them soothingly down the legs that are currently digging into his back.
“You and I both know you’re not going to hold true to that,” he scoffs, gently easing your legs to release him from their tight grip around his waist. You shake your head, and he merely surrenders to the idea you’ll never let him nap normally.
“Alright, now get this shit off of my face,” he growls, padding over to the sink in search for something to scrub his face clean with. Still giggling, you curl on yourself to rid the phantom tickles from your muscles.
You finally calm down and force yourself to sit up, a small bit of sadness in your gaze. “I thought you’d at least look at it first,” you hum, fiddling with your fingers. You hear him click his tongue and stalk over to you, big hands cupping your cheek to bring you into a kiss, his nose nudging yours affectionately.
“I’ll look before I wash it off,” he mutters, parting from you with a grumble and a hand carding through his unruly hair. “You just don’t have to do it in my sleep, you coulda just asked me like a normal person. For fucks sake, have I ever been able to say no to you? ‘M not gonna start now, unfortunately.” Then, he plants a small kiss to your cheek, offering you a hum and a nod as he inspects the mark.
“‘M more of a pink lipstick kinda guy, anyways.”
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maliciouslove · 1 year
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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
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SFW, characters aged up (21+) 
pairing // Bakugou Katsuki x reader
word count // 1.1k
tags // chaos, descriptions of mental illness, mention of self-harm, depiction of life as a struggle, financial struggle, mention of mental breakdowns, hurt/comfort
AN // I do not listen to Taylor Swift, but the lyrics of Paper Rings inspired this. I just needed comfort.
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Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night
Life isn’t perfect. It’s an unpredictable tidal wave that can either drown you or take you to some far off shore. It’s a storm that takes you by surprise, a force of nature you cannot control, nor predict. 
Life isn’t always beautiful. It can be ugly, painful; it can leave scars on your soul that still burn, never quite fading. Even the most beautiful rose will hurt you with its thorns. 
And life isn’t a fairy tale story with a happy ending—it’s a never-ending maze of horrors and miracles that you have no idea how to navigate. You wander until your feet bleed, but every once in a while you can stop and admire the flowers that have engulfed the tall walls. 
Life is difficult.
When you don’t come from money, and you’re barely getting by, swamped in work that doesn’t pay but requires a lot, drowning in bills and mental illness that cripples you and holds you hostage in the dark. When your family rejects you, and you have only two friends who (try to) keep you afloat and the orange cat you found by the dumpster behind your workplace during a breakdown. When life is a rollercoaster of unpleasant surprises and punches in the face and you can’t even finish your papers for school because your mind never shuts off, and you’re much, much too tired to deal with it all. 
When you're at your lowest… Life gave you a miracle called Bakugo Katsuki. 
Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright
And he didn’t come from money either. Thrifted clothes and a shitty attitude, misunderstood by the world, pushed aside by everyone because he never bites his tongue. Dark circles under his eyes because he too can’t sleep at night, because the nightmares always, always come back. And he keeps his shaking hands in his pockets, holding his head up high and refusing everyone’s pity. 
He, a stranger at that time, could recognize the telltale signs of you dissociating mid-party, and he took you outside and held you tight when you cried because you were overwhelmed. He gave you his hoodie and walked you home, choosing the streets that were most brightly lit so you wouldn’t be scared of the dark. And when you hide your wrists he chuckles and says If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine and rolls up his sleeves to show off his tattoos covering old scars. Thin familiar lines you can trace with your fingers.
And before you got inside your tiny apartment after thanking him and wishing him goodnight, he lingered a few moments longer, whispering a single It’ll be alright before disappearing. Back then you thought you’d never meet this stranger again, so you clutched his hoodie tight and allowed yourself a happy dream that night.
Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life
One fateful day when the bell of the cafe rang, you looked up to the door, just about to end your shift, and it was the sight of a familiar blonde spiky hair that froze you and made your heart leap. Because when he smiled at you, hands still in his pockets, sauntering over to the register, your mind was for the first time in months absolutely clear. 
And he ordered his coffee to go and waited for you outside, talking to you like it was yesterday when he walked you home late into the night. And just like that, he reentered your life and nestled himself deep into your routine, into your heart, making each day just a little better than the one before. 
When the world was pushing you down, he’d wrap his hands around you and push back with you, never letting you cave and fold under the pressure. He’d be there for you. He’d hold your hand until it stopped shaking, and he’d kiss your tears away until his feather-light touches would tickle you and you would laugh again. 
When he’d get sick you’d take care of him, hot mugs of tea and homemade chicken soup, no peas because he hates them. You’d hold his hand and read him books until his fever comes down with gentle forehead kisses and quiet whispers of I’m not going to get sick, let me take care of you. And when he’s angry you would calm him, soothe his pain with hugs and kisses until he isn’t boiling anymore. You know he wouldn’t burn you, not ever. Like a fire that reduces even the densest of forests to ash, spreading fast and consuming all into his blaze—into his pain and anger—he only stops when he is met with your rain, dousing his flames.  
He planted flowers in pots, hung them on your walls, and promised to remind you to water them. Always made you a meal when you were too worn down to do so yourself. And he was okay sleeping with the lights on at night when the darkness felt like too much for you to handle. He stood up for you and stayed up late at night to cram for exams with you; carried you to bed when you would fall asleep on the little dining table. He’d set ten alarms making sure you woke up on time and made it to the exam hall in one piece. And he’d celebrate after each exam with a cake he made himself. 
Since you met him, your chest didn’t feel as tight. Because the burdens you had to carry you no longer shouldered by yourself. Because you had someone who understood and had your back. 
Because he was the one you wanted and have been waiting for your whole life. 
Oh, you're the one I want
And he was there when you graduated and took a bunch of pictures of you in a pretty navy dress holding your diploma and smiling brighter than the sun. He bragged to all his friends about how far you’ve come and the new job you found and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. 
And the first step was moving in with you. Finding a new place you would call your own and filling it with colors and picture frames that reminded you of how you met. Kiss good morning, kiss goodnight, never ever a kiss goodbye. For better or worse, in health and in sickness—you were poor but rich with love. 
And when the final boxes of his things were empty and his toothbrush was next to yours, his clothes folded in the drawer opposite of yours, his slippers kicked aside while yours were neatly placed by the door… you knew you were where you were supposed to be. With the person who was meant to be with you. The person who understood and accepted your pain and loved you for who you are. Scars, trauma, sleepy smiles and all. Just unconditional love.
You sit by the window that night, marvelling in the knowledge that you live together now, sipping beers straight from the bottles and just looking at the city lights outside. He fiddles with his beer and peels the label off, folding it into a little paper ring, smiling to himself as he sets his beer aside and takes your hand in his. 
Slipping the little paper ring onto your ring finger, he looks like the happiest man alive.
“One day I’ll save up get you a real one and ask you to marry me.” He looks into your eyes, hoping you would like that idea. In his mind your future together is playing like a movie, bright and full of color and laughter, so he’s taken by surprise when you suddenly kiss him and hide your face into the crook of his neck, barely whispering the words: “Dummy… I’d marry you with paper rings.”
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izvmimi · 1 year
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cw: sexual content. minors dni. only one bed trope but modified for maximum nonsense.
by the stroke of midnight, three rookie heroes stumble into a hotel in the target city and by the time they've set down their backpacks, realize that rather than the classic fanfic trope, there's only two beds instead of one.
it was meant to be a three bedroom suite - or at least that's what they were told - but what's in front of them is a two bedroom suite, connected in the center by a particularly large living room. the three young men say nothing, all doing a mental calculation in their heads as they try to figure out how to say the obvious.
a few moments pass. then, katsuki shoots izuku and shoto a menacing glance first, then immediately moves forward to claim one of the rooms, but shoto stops him semi-forcefully by the arm.
"do you want to die?!" katsuki asks, looking down at the pale hand on his wrist.
shoto is unflinching. "it has to be fair."
"no the fuck it doesn't!" katsuki yells immediately. "arrange whatever amongst yourselves, but i'm getting a bed," he states and pulls himself away, but shoto hasn't let go, and katsuki is running in his mind the easiest way to lay shoto's ass out without the suite burning up in ice, flame and smoke. izuku frowns and rubs his chin, brow furrowed in contemplation.
"i mean we can share, can't we kacchan?"
katsuki's face reddens when he realizes izuku is implying he'll only share the bed with him, and then shakes his head.
"absolutely not!" he turns to shoto, izuku's suggestion being uncomfortable enough to shock him into reason. he crosses his arms.
"fine, how do we choose who gets the bed?"
shoto shrugs.
"rock, paper, scissors."
they agree and bakugou loses immediately.
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katsuki grumbles for most of the night but eventually falls asleep after chasing everyone into their respective rooms (the pull out sofa is surprisingly comfy).
by 1am all doors are closed and everyone is apparently snoring. they have a busy schedule for the next morning.
by 2am, bakugou, having an undisclosed recent history of sleepwalking when stressed, makes it out of his bed and into shoto's.
shoto wakes up only when katsuki has made it into his bed and spoons him, whispering something about missing him so much. shoto's eyes widen, but he listens, and when bakugou says his girlfriend's name instead of his, he calms down, realizing that it is only a dream and not an unexpected love confession. however, bakugou is pressed kind of close and shoto is feeling a little more of him on his rear than he bargained for. shoto freezes perfectly still, trying to decide if he should just let it happen - his friend is really more of a softie than he lets on and probably misses his partner since they've been away for a while, but then when katsuki's hand reaches up his shirt to fondle his nipples, he decides enough is enough.
shoto lowers his temperature enough on that side that bakugou's teeth chatter and then he wakes up with a start.
it takes a second of realization, but suddenly bakugou's eyes adjust in the dark and he screams, jumping about a mile in the air.
"did you just molest me?"
shoto turns in bed and gives him a flat look, only slightly annoyed by the accusation.
"you walked in here yourself."
shoto's head is leaning on his arm and the pose is too 'draw me like one of your french girls' for his liking, but katsuki cannot possibly defend the fact that he actively walked into his domain so says nothing.
he's about to walk back into the living room and sleep the embarrassment away when he hears a very unmistakable moaning sound.
"is he-"
bakugou turns to shoto who also looks mildly concerned all of a sudden, now raised up completely in bed, and looking in the same direction. there's a pause where the two just listen, and then there's another - a low, frankly kind of helpless whine, unmistakable for what it is, but the two other pro heroes exchange a glance and then a deep frown.
"why would he bring porn on a trip?" shoto asks.
bakugou barks at him to quiet down. shoto ignores this swiftly and keeps talking.
"do you think he brought ___ here?"
"tokyo is literally dozens of miles away." bakugou quips.
"yes, but he flies fast."
bakugou's stomach sinks and then izuku makes yet another noise and he starts cursing under his breath.
shoto twists his mouth to the side then gets out of bed.
"wait, what are you doing-" bakugou starts, but shoto is already opening the door to make it to the other room.
"don't fucking do it!" bakugou hisses. "i promise you, you do not want a cumshot to the eye!" as he says this, he quickly recalls a very unfortunate walk-in scenario a couple years back that they will both take to the grave, then shakes the very thought from his head.
shoto's ear presses to izuku's door.
"i don't hear anyone else and it doesn't sound like he's talking to someone."
bakugou finally yanks him away from the door.
"why would you investigate?" he whispers. the two are suddenly squatting and neither of them know why.
"because it's unprofessional if he brought someone." shoto is so matter of fact that katsuki considers whether or not he actually does have a few more screws loose than he's ever joked about.
"puppy, pleaseeeee," is the next phrase that comes out of izuku's room and the two whole body shudder.
"how long do you think this will go on for?" shoto asks.
"don't ask me." bakugou quips. "do you have headphones?" he finally asks.
"no."
bakugou is about to ask him why he didn't bring headphones while remembering that he didn't bring headphones himself, then sighs.
"i have playing cards," shoto offers.
bakugou gives him a look.
"fine."
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"got any 7s?" shoto asks.
bakugou twists his mouth to the side. "go fish."
shoto looks up at him, then at the wall clock.
"it's been an hour..."
"... and he's still howling like a dog."
"are you sure we can't just wake him up?"
bakugou gives shoto a very serious look, then places his hand on his shoulder. shoto turns, also surprised at the hand on his shoulder but bakugou is dead serious.
"i promise you. you will regret it if you do."
shoto gulps and decides to believe the seriousness in katsuki's eyes.
"okay."
the two sigh again, and izuku's breaths are now staccato.
"i think he's about to-" shoto starts.
"let's play old maid next?" bakugou changes the subject instead.
"i don't know how to play old maid."
"fuck it, you're learning now."
the two pause as it gets suddenly quiet.
"do you think he's asleep?" shoto asks.
izuku starts up again immediately, and bakugou shuffles the cards. neither say another word.
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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year
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!The bnha boys with an s/o who’s just tired of life and who feels like theyre all alone and a burden to everyone around them!
🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧
Tw: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ATTEMPTS (all prevented and with kinda fluffy endings?)ANGST!
This one hits very close to home...
Characters included:- Eijiro Kirishima ,Katsuki Bakugou,Izuku Midoriya,Denki Kaminari
🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬
Kirishima Eijiro
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He would be shocked! Completely BAFFLED
UTTERLY BEWILDERED
how could his s/o think such a thing?????!!!!
They mean the world to him!!
This cannot go on
He holds you tight like your lives depend on it,and in a way yours does....
You hug back because you feel his love for you through his hug,through how he’s holding you like he’s going to lose you
He knew you had bad thoughts but he’d never thought itd get this far!
He clings onto you and drags you down onto the fluffy sheets and wrapping you like a burrito,he holds you again
And you wriggle your arms out to hold him too
You fall asleep like that,that night
And when you awake the next day,you see his sleeping form peacefully dreaming away and remember that no,you werent alone
You had your best friend turned boyfriend with you
And you knew he’d always be there.
Katsuki bakugou
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When he comes through the door he hears you not just crying out but howling as you cry and he’s instantly on the defensive
He was ready to fight whoever had you captive
He readied his palms and slowly tip toed into the doorway and as soon as he looked in,
He noticed it was just
You
You were looking up at the ceiling,tears streaming down from your eyes like rivers, and howling out you were clearly in distress
So he instantly softened and slowly made his way towards you
As he was approaching,you turn around and scream out of shock and fall to the floor with you hands on your head
You start to cry again,begging the ‘intruder’ to just put you out of your misery
His heart absolutely shatters!
He immediately falls down next to you and,to his surprise,he’s crying too
It hurts him to see the one person he cares about most,hurting to such an extent
He slowly whispers your name and you open your eyes,the comforting sound of his voice momentarily calming your mind
you look up and are immediately filled with a sense of guilt
How could you let him see you like this
You didnt want to be a bother
And he doesnt let a single apology escape your lips before he captures you in a hug
He’s never hugged anyone this tightly...
And after a second he says,with a shakey voice, “dont you ever fucking apologize you fucking idiot!!! What the fuck?! Why didnt you call me!!!i love you more than ive ever loved anyone or anything!id blast this whole fucking planet to ashes if itd make you smile and thats a fucking promise!!!!”
And this time you could feel his tears through your tee shirt
Katsuki has never EVER been like this
And the fact that he said those words
It made you feel so whole,
And you KNEW bakugou didnt just say shit
He actually meant it
And that was all the clarification you needed
to know whether he was being honest or not
You relaxed into the hug and just held eachother there and ultimately fell asleep
Once you awoke you smelled fresh pancakes and you were also in bed-
You got out of bed and were met with the sight of your boyfriend making you breakfast and as soon as he saw you he put the plates down and within seconds was before you,
He pressed a gentle yet passionate kiss to your lips and the love he felt was clearly visible in his normally-menacing,yet currently soft and kind,eyes🧡
Denki kaminari
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It had been a long day and it was only the first half of said day!
He thought of stopping by your room,youd called in sick and he wasnt afraid of a lil old bug!
Besides he needed to give you your notes! And what sort of a boyfriend would he be if he didnt give you your notes!
He walked into your room and immediately knew something was off
It felt different
It felt WRONG
and also chillingly familiar,hed been here when it was like this before...and he knew it wasn’t good..
He set his books down and slowly walked to the toilet.
It was the only lit part of the room
He heard your sniffling and sniffing and darted in
And you stopped like a deer caught in the headlights!
You were removing several panadols from your casing and had a tall glass of water beside it all.
Denki didn’t know how many were there but he Did know that it was no where near the recommended dosage...
He immediately rushed to you and stopped just a few centimetres away and when you didnt react negatively he picked up all the tablets and shoved em into the trash can
He looked back to you and your tear stained face and swollen eyes
And the fear in HIS eyes was almost primal
If be hadnt been there then,he might have just lost you
He thanked whatever higher power had made him want to stop by your room before his next class
He held your hands in his and broke down cryinf right before your eyes
“Y/N PLEASE NO NEVER NEVER DO THATTT,PLEASE JUST CALL ME NEXT TIME ILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT!!”
“But i didnt wanna bother you too-”
“NO DONT YOU DARE PIN THIS ON YOURSELFF YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!! NOT TO ME AND NOT TO ANYONE ELSE!!! PLEASE.WEVE GOTTEN THROUGH THINGS TOGETHER BEFORE AND WE’LL DO IT AGAIN!EVEN IF WE HAVE TO DO IT A HUNDRED TIMES MORE.!”
“You mean the world to me y/n and i dont know what id do if i lost you.please,never do it.”
He skipped class that day,and when he told mr aizawa,he understood.
He and you got comfy and momo made yall one of those ceiling projectors.
You guys watched your favorite comfort movie and fell asleep in eachothers arms.
The next day he took you to all your favorite places and suffice to say,it was the best day you’d ever had!
Izuku Midoriya
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Izuku is scared
He’s scared as HELL
Like he loves knowing abt everyone and everything
But he hasnt seen you like this
At least not this bad.
So he’s scared that he’ll do some wrong
He didnt want to hurt anybody,most of all you
So he stood there for a while and when you turned to where he was standing, something just broke
And you ran into his arms
He was still in shock but out of instinct,he held onto you and he held on like his life depended on it and it did in a way
You were his everything his first love and the only person who had always been in his corner(other than his mom)
He loved you to the moon and back
And the fact that you were suffering alone all this time shook him to his core
And that night he listened as you let go of all your sadness and frustrations
All you misery and all your anger
He listened and he understood
Because to even a certain extent he too had felt the same way
And you both found comfort in how you would always be there for eachother.
No matter what,come rain or shine, izuku would be there,till the end of the line!
🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧
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feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!
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kingkatsuki · 2 years
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Bakugou sometimes needs help. His first time is one of those times, he offers his humility and pride to you up on a silver platter. His cock is so hard that he doesn't even have the ability to act bratty, instead he whines and bucks as you climb on top of him and grind your hips, promising in little whispers as you bite his scarred and tanned skin that you will take care of him. You promise you will show him what it feel likes, how it works, that you will rewire his brain to see only neon bright instead of that black and white. Your pretty delicate fingers wrap around his throat as you sink deep onto his dick, seating yourself where you have always belonged. The stretch is near painful, tears pricking your eyes as his hips hump up natural and sloppy. He babbles incoherently as his throat flexes in your gentle grasp and you both know he is going to cum but that doesn't matter. Because you both also know that you will continue to fuck him until he's numb and begging you to stop, and until you are spilling his cum over his thighs and yours. -Ram
Ram I am going to scream, biting my fist and tearing my hair out😩
He’s so fucking perfect I stg.
Just the thought of Bakugou spending years of his life working his frustrations out himself, perfectly content with a cold shower or on days where he’s particularly pent up he’ll wrap a palm around his cock and fist himself until the tension leaves his body, watching spurts of his milky cum run down the plug while he takes his morning shower.
It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s enough to stop him from snapping at random civilians or his own agency. And it serves him well into his thirties, convincing himself that he doesn’t need anyone else. That he can take care of himself—
But when he meets you for the first time he can’t control himself, you do something to him that he’s never felt before. A unique throb swirling inside his pelvis, different to the way he feels whenever he watches porn or watches the women dancing at the strip clubs Denki and Sero force him into. It’s an ache inside him that he cannot satiate with just his fist— purchasing toys online that he thinks will step up the ante and alleviate the tension that continues to build inside him.
But as much as he tries, fucking himself into the clear fleshlight as he spills more of his creamy seed inside— his balls still throb with desire. His brows furrowed as he pictures your warm, wet cunt instead.
It’s futile, no matter how hard he tries to push the distraction of you to the back of his mind, he can’t escape the thought of you. His cock chubbing beneath his slacks whenever he smells the sweet scent of you, throbbing when you give him that pretty smile.
You’re a hindrance to his work, his rating suffering when he fails to apprehend the petty thieves or villains that he’s sent out to capture. Even more bricked up than before as everyone around him begs him to sort himself out, to fix it.
And so he does, finding himself beneath you as you look down at him with that same pretty look on your face. The black patent heels still on your feet as he imagines you stepping on his chest, leaving marks so he can keep reminders of this later.
Groaning when he finally feels the warmth of your wet cunt sinking down on him, feeling nothing like the toys he’d bought to try and replicate you. Nothing, absolutely nothing can compare to the real thing.
You allow him a few moments to be submissive, to have someone take care of him for once, to look after him. But now he has an even bigger problem, because he’s become completely and utterly addicted to you.
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ofmermaidstories · 1 year
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Let me preface this by saying I did check your FAQ but I didn't see this there yet I still find it hard to believe no one has asked you this at least a thousand times so if they did and I just missed it I'm sorry and you can delete this ask but—
You write such beautiful, detailed fics with lots of foreshadowing that often starts from the very beginning of the story. I think you made an author note once about only posting the first chapter of a fic after you've written the whole thing (or maybe that was Andie...?). If so, is the time between updates just you going through and rereading / editing like 100k words?
Basically, I want to ask: what is your fic planning process like? From the moment you get a first idea to posting the last chapter, what does I look like? I think you're a really, really amazing (one of the absolute best if not THE best) author but I cannot fathom how one human being can write such mammoths of fanfiction and stay motivated enough to finish them.
Also you're already planning Halloween stuff ?? You plan things literally half a year in advance?? Are you even human? We don't deserve you. 😭
You called yourself lazy in the webcomic post but I think you must work unbelievably hard to make such high quality stuff and without even getting compensation for it. You're amazing and I'm very thankful to exist in the right timeline and fandom to read your work. :,)
(oh my god this became such a ramble I'm sorry)
Oh Ari. 🥺 Hello.
I update as I write! So that was probably Andie, lmao, who’s definitely the better example to follow when it comes to plotting/completing a fic. 🥺 She’s amazing and if I could fashion myself after any other writer in our niche, it would be Andie hands down!
But okay, let’s get into it. 📝
A little disclaimer, before we start; I did not go to school for any of this lmfao. The most relevant education I have behind me is a extra-circular literature class I had during my last two years of high-school. The only reason the following works for me is because I’ve cobbled it together from years of trial and error. You can read advice and watch youtube videos about the writing habits of famous authors, but you have to tailor everything you hear to suit you and the way you work. The best advice in the world from the highest paid author in the world won’t work if you’re not wired in the same way! You have to take everything about yourself and what you like and what you want into account!
Part I—first we take Manhattan
start ur fic lol
First thing’s first; I’m a plotter. I don’t pants. If I pants, I lose interest—I need to have the final vision in front of me, even if it’s just a bullet point. I have to know what I’m working towards. That is crucial to literally everything I do. Every fic you see on AO3, every WIP I’ve mentioned working on or wanting to work on—I have always known two things about them, immediately: the hook that gets us in there, and how they end.
So for fics in particular, the start might look something like—I get an idea (I want Reader and Bakugou to kiss). And then I sit there and I brainstorm to myself (What’s stopping them from kissing? Why does Reader want to kiss someone so rude when there’s so many other nice boys out there? Is Reader particularly kissable?). And then, if I’m lucky, I think of an ending (Reader and Bakugou finally kiss, but he’s the one that initiates it, because he’s always wanted to, because he likes that Reader always wears a yellow coat to work—it’s ugly and it sticks out among the black and tan ones of the crowd but he comes to associate it—and thus Reader—with routine and his mornings going well).
This is often the most fragile time of an idea. That hook (Reader and Bakugou kiss) might fall apart with a bit more prodding (why would they kiss? Reader’s a stranger to him; most of us don’t go around kissing random strangers just because we like their coats). Or maybe the hook sticks (they spend almost years in orbit around each other, a constant near-miss) but the ending doesn’t work (I don’t know how to move Bakugou to a position where he can kiss Reader, where he has the opportunity to). For every idea you see in action, or listed, there’s like three more that died during this stage and are now being cannibalised for spare parts.
Part II—running up that hill (a deal with fic)
work work work
If our idea survives, we then move to the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage; which manifests itself in this case as a doc, where I’ll just write any and all ideas I have for this little world so far.
For fanfics, it’ll generally look like—
TITLE
SUMMARY: Bakugou and Reader kiss.
(in which Bakugou first notices you because of your ugly yellow coat)
📝 Reader is allergic to diary products; for ages Bakugou thinks of her as That Cheesy Extra, because of the colour of her coat. She laughs when she eventually learns about this. (“I can’t even eat cheese,” you complain)
📝 Reader stops walking past the coffee shop Bakugou gets his coffee at, one day; moves??? Leaves the city to help a friend out for a few months. Despite himself it throws Bakugou off-kilter, and when he sees someone (not Reader) in a yellow coat during a villian attack, he momentarily loses focus—gets injured???? The news of his injury makes the news, Reader sees it in Bumblah nowhere.
📝 Her coat is donated accidentally by a roommate, in a mix up, for a charity she’s volunteering at; when Reader returns to the city, she has to make do with a new one, a more neutral colour. Bakugou recognises her anyway and that’s when he realises it was never about the coat (!!!!)
Like, this is actually a pretty good approximation of what all my current fics have looked like, at that stage, before I tidied them up and refined them into proper outlines. Because that’s what will happen next, once we have a rough idea of what we want! Things get moved, or removed—tightened. A rough plot outline takes shape! If I get any ideas for a sequel or a spin off that I might want to do, I’ll note them here (Reader’s roommate, Roomie, who’s working at a charity—eventually meets Shinsou, who’s working on a case. She thinks he’s homeless; he doesn’t realise. They carry on like this for a while.)
Once I have a rough outline (rough meaning in bulletpoints), I’ll start on my more in-depth outlines—I do these chapter by chapter! I say this a lot, but they’re basically a really rough version of said chapter. So it might look like:
Reader’s walking to work; it’s cold enough that’s she’s wearing her coat. There’s a new coffee-shop opened on the corner—it’s full, popular, you think it might be because it’s at a crossroads between two different Pro Hero agencies. Reader glances at the window, interested, but then a friend calls out and you hurry along. Bakugou, inside the coffee-shop waiting for Half and Half to get his order, is affronted; your coat is ugly as shit, and he complains loudly about it to Shouto, who mentions something about Baku. having no room to complain about ugly colour choices.
The swap between Reader/You happens a lot because I’m not using my brain properly, at this stage—I’m just shovelling the sand I need into the sandbox. Once I finish my shovelling, I go back and I rewrite it—but better, LMAO. I flesh things out, I throw things away as needed, I add things in. It’s basically really, really intensive handholding and I would not recommend it for anyone who’s already daunted by the idea of plotting; I do it because if I don’t have a chaperone there (aka my outline) then I’m prone to getting distracted. I am basically the fanfic equivalent of the undiagnosed ADHD kid at the back of the class that only gets work done when they’re sat right in front of the teacher (and even then, there’s like a 50% chance it’s not actually work that’s happening but doodles of that weird pointy S thing over and over again).
Once it’s done, though, we have a completed chapter! I then post it and wait like a little crab under some rocks for people to be tricked into being nice to me, and then I dig back in and think nice thoughts about repeating this process to get chapter two. Eventually I will—and viola! Another chapter! We repeat that over and over until we get to the end of our original outline and we have a finished story. 😌📖
Part III—you’re on your own kid
motivation
No one ever likes this part, or what I’m about to say, because at best it sounds like saccharine fodder and at worse it’s out of touch with most people’s experiences in fandom, but—the only way to stay motivated when doing a long-haul fic is that you have to do it for yourself.
People are so kind to me, about the fics I’ve done; it’s part luck and part what I choose to write and part how I write it. And I mean—I share them because I want a little bit of attention, lmao, that’s natural because we’re humans, we all want attention. But here’s the thing, here’s the secret—I take these fics 110% deadly seriously. LOL. That sounds like a joke, but I do! I do that because it’s how I’m built and how I keep myself interested in them—because taking them seriously means I’m more invested in realising the ending I’ve imagined for them since day one.
If other people stopped being so nice about what I was writing, I would be sad—anyone would. 🥺 We all want to be told that we’ve done a good job. But I’ve had the ending for the Deku fic, for example, in my head since it’s predecessor was on-going. That is literal years of knowing how I want Izuku and Scribble’s story to end. If everyone disappeared tonight I would sulk, hardcore, and then I would finish that last chapter anyway. I would finish it because I’ve spent so much time and energy working on that story that not finishing it is a disservice to the world I built around those characters and most importantly to myself. I probably wouldn’t stress as much about it, LOL, if the audience shrunk back down to just me, but I’d still do it. 🥺
I write—and try to finish—these fics because I deserve to see them finished. I want the completed tick, on ao3. I want to look at it and know that I can do it—that I can start something as simple as Bakugou hating on some rando’s yellow coat, and bring it to the finish-line where they finally come together, and see each other, without the yellow coat or through a coffee-shop window.
And this is what I mean by like, tailoring things to suit you—because I know others might be perfectly content to imagine the ending for themselves, without writing it. Or maybe they don’t want to treat fic seriously, because it’s fun escapism. Maybe disappointment that it’s not received like they thought it would be sours the whole experience of fandom for someone—there’s no right or wrong to this. I know I can write for an audience of just me because I’ve done it before. The satisfaction has always come back to the same thing—knowing I finished it, and wrapped that world up as best as I could. You have to pick and choose your poison—and then you have to run with it.
I hope that answers at least some of your questions, Ari. 🥺 Thank-you for such a thoughtful ask; for being so sweet. 🥺 You’re amazing, and I’m the thankful one—I’m glad we’re here, together. 🌷🌾✨📖
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class1akids · 7 months
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I would give so much to see Shouto there and the trio back again but it seems even more unlikely now, I at least expected the Todoroki fam to have a clear conclusion and not just end with an apology that we don't even know if Shouto could hear it or not.. I think it would be great if they could bring Shouto back into the game first, then the rest of the class. Especially I can't comprehend the fact that someone who is so involved and related to the All Might plot isn't there right now, is this like 'He chose to help his family, so he lost the chance to be here' thing? Isn't Shouto's motive was to join his friends and be free, away from the family conflicts at least after dealing with them by stepping up? Didn't he earn the right to be alongside them by stepping up? Wasn't Iida's "now it is your turn to become the hero you want to be" about him wanting to be with his friends? that's not even where he wants to be right now, so it is literally uncomplete. His story was miserable from get-go why is he the one getting this cliffhanger kind of end, where I can't even feel happy for him that he saved so many people? Chapters of development only for him to get this? I don't know if it matters for anyone, mostly for dudebros, but I also have waited so long for the quirk awakening. Yes he is quite powerful and it seems like he does not need one but isn't it so unfair again? Many characters getting their magical, no effort quirk awakening moments when one thing he had against Touya was his own move he created training his ass off. (Not to mention narrator managed to made it look like Touya copied the move in seconds too but he can't even possibly copy it except the technique, and the hard part was containing the move with two quirks simultaneously, it was a 'positive' move to cool off Touya without hurting him, so there was no point of that.) In the last crumb of where he is passed out they said "Shouto completed his mission" so i lost my hope even more even though I expected something after his Rising chapter. Short chapters for him but long ones for other fights and characters even though most are trivial compared to Todo fam plot. I want to be grateful considering Horikoshi's health, he is doing a lot, but there are so many things to complain about because it is him again out of everyone, how is it always him getting this treatment? Feels so unfair and almost deliberate. It is extra upsetting since this is the end and there will be no turning back from all of this, whatever we can get we are getting now. I don't know if I should have hope I keep hurting myself by waiting and wishing he will wake up and join but I will be on cloud nine if he does lmao
Oh I definitely feel you.
I was pretty ok with the Todo-fam conclusion, even though we got cheated out of the color page and like the chapters were super short.
But then Toga vs Ochako got so much better art and so many more double pages, and Ochako got a quirk awakening after Bakugou had two already and then this absolute BS All Might vs AFO got like 8 chapters, and yeah, it's hard not to feel like us, Shouto fans have been shortchanged.
I feel pretty hopeless right now, and it also kind of soured for me the All Might- Shouto convo from Ch 386 (which I loved when it dropped), but which now feels like it has been just an excuse to get him away from this fight. And yeah, the message feels pretty shit - Shouto cannot be part of the main fight or the victory or the future icons, because he's burdened to clean up after Endeavor and doesn't even get much thanks for it.
It was a good climax for the family plot, but it's a very unsatisfying ending for Shouto as a character, who deserved so much better and should be part of the future pillars and should be part of the final victory.
If it was my story, I'd give Shouto a power-up for absorbing Dabi's fire and make the whole "he copied Phosphor" count into something (like Bakugou "losing" to ShigAFO gave him a power-up too) and have him come and help out against Tomura. But it is not my story, and sometimes I really wonder if Hori just hates Shouto.
My only hope for him to show up is that the TogaChako stuff also got left hanging and Ochako's power up really seems like it would be a good counter for some desparate Shigaraki move. She barely got to use it before she went down. So Aizawa/Kurogiri portal better get the Gunga gang here.
Also, yeah, Class A absolutely deserved better. Kiri, Momo, Iida got really screwed over especially out of the more important students. It makes me pretty sad that we spent so much time and color pages glorifying side characters like Gentle, and then never give proper highlight to beloved characters from Class A.
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pocketramblr · 28 days
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Pocket you cannot leave me hanging like that, what happens after the DNA test comes out as a match?
1- The next night, the broker Izuku would prefer to not acknowledge comes back with a new piece of paper. "Well?" Shigaraki asks, and the broker waves his hands. "It's a boy." Dabi grabs the paper. "Match between Midoriya Izuku and... Person 2? Giran, what-" he stops, looks at Izuku, and tilts his head. "All Might's secret lovechild?"
2- Shigaraki buries his head in his hands at the worse mental image. Magne pats his back, Twice calls Dabi both an idiot and a genius, Toga questions how Giran got All Might's blood to test. Spinner and Compress turn to Izuku, and he shuts them down immediately. "No. I am not. Ugh, Todoroki thought that too "
Dabi gets so mad at that, he storms out without a word. Izuku thinks that's kinda weird, but Giran just takes the paper he dropped. "I didn't, Toga, that's mine. And it was a spit test, not blood."
Magne points out that spit is kinda just filtered blood, and Shigaraki yells at them all to shut up. Then, he asks Izuku about Todoroki- and his weaknesses.
3- Izuku has had to deal with Shigaraki wanting info on Bakugou out of him for the last day, and he's at his limit now. He snaps, Shigaraki snaps back, and it's only when Spinner tries to break in to point out that Todoroki was the other one who fought Stain. That's a good enough redirection for Izuku to ask if Shigaraki isn't super annoyed by the stain cosplay thing, considering their mall conversation. Giran sits down next between Magne and Compress, who fill him in on how Izuku's been the last day- refusing to let Toga spoon-feed him, but begrudgingly allowing Spinner, though they suspect that will be different now. Giran says Spinner is one of the better choices for Izuku to try and use for sympathy to get an out, since he does have Stain's approval, and Spinner is, as far as Giran knows, the only member who hasn't killed anyone yet. Smart. Compress says it runs in the family, but Magne says it's absolutely no thanks to Giran at all.
4- Giran lights up a smoke, with that gun lighter of his, and Izuku cuts off when he sees it, wary, until he just lights a cigarette and puts it away. He does ask though, "Giran, right, the broker? You give them the equipment too, you gave Mustard his gun?" Giran tells him he gave Dabi a gun, actually, and Mustard stole it. The others laugh. Izuku doesn't. He's mostly glad he heard any other name to use for the broker than Hisashi. But then Giran says that it sounds like Izuku's smart, and wonders if Tomura would have an easier time swaying Bakugou to his side using that. Either way, he'd be useful with some of Giran's training- and a short leash. Izuku's very unhappy with this idea, but Shigaraki's unhappy with him and says he might just do that, since it'll piss him off. Once Sensei makes sure he isn't OP, of course.
5- Izuku has a miserable next day, as usual. That night, Giran doesn't visit. Instead, the door knocks just before All Might crashes through the wall. Edgeshot knocks a lot of people out, then pauses looking at the piece of paper that fell from the bar. It's almost as disturbing as the teenage corpse floating inside of Kurogiri. But Izuku's hugging All Might, so everything is fine- aaaand they've all been wrapped away. Well. At least All Might can make AfO feel pain for it. Nine UA students commit vigilantism and get Izuku to a hospital. Inko is immediately brought over- though the hero Edgeshot does pull her aside while Izuku's in surgery, with a few questions.
+1- After Izuku gets his casts off and can go home, he gets a text from an unknown number.
"Hi kid. Like I said, even chances you'd get picked up. You can ask your friends how they knew, it was patches storming out in a hissy. Also like I said, you owe me a favor. Later, though. For now, just don't block this number?"
Izuku immediately blocks the number.
Cities away, Giran laughs and pulls out a second burner phone.
"fine, I get it, one helicopter parent is enough. Take your space."
Izuku glances to the door, behind which he knows his mother is getting ready for visitors from UA, that she isn't sure he's safe there, and holds his phone so tightly it breaks.
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vimara00 · 1 year
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Distraction (Bakugou x F!Reader) by Vi
Hi everyone! Its me again!✨ Today I decided to write about one of my favourite characters, our boy Katsuki ❤️🔥 I really hope you enjoy!☺️ (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language🙏🏻)
Warnings: a few curse words but fluff anyway
All character reservations to Horikoshi
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Everything she did was a distraction for him; From walking into the classroom to wearing headphones on the way to Beast Jean's agency. Every little thing y/n did, drove him mad and it started to annoy the shit out of him (an he definitely wasn't a man of patience)
Bakugou couldn't stand seeing her at school, wearing her stupidly perfect ponytail and even perfect make up. Sitting next to y/n was suffering and watching her doing basic activities like writing, made it worse. All he could think about was 'How can someone look so stunning by doing absolutely nothing?' It really irritead him.
It's not that Katsuki doesn't like her; it's quite the opposite actually! Being near her made him panic because he can't control the situation. Usually, the explosion boy is very confident and maybe a little bit arrogant but, when it comes to y/n, he just cannot function right. His hands sweat a lot more (and not because of his quirk 😉), he feels his heart almost scaping from the chest and he can't seem to find the right words.
All he could do (and it's the only thing that he allows himself ) is admiring from distance. He's been doing this since the day y/n arrived and it hasn't changed eventhough the two of them are friends now. He memorized how the morning light makes her cheeks turned red or how bright it makes her eyes look. He also carved into his memory the way she smiles when seeing a cute baby at the train station.
Oh, what he wouldn't give to mean something more to her! To be able to openly tell her how pretty he thinks she looks while concentrated or how it turns him on to watch her beat the shit out of a villain.
Bakugou is certain that he is indeed a coward. There is some chemistry between the duo. Many nights where their fears crapped into their skin and won't let them sleep, they only found comfort in eachother arms. Also, they do things they despite just because the other enjoys it ( example: He went to the cinema to watched a terrible romantic movie just to keep her company or when y/n took him to a restaurant where all the dishes were spicy eventhough she hates spicy food)
It was pretty evident to everyone around them that there is something more than a great friendship but these two were too scared to say anything yet
Damn it! Without realising, Katsuki has been distracted staring at her for half an hour and it's been happening a lot more than he would like to admit. Maybe someday he'll find the courage to tell y/n how he feels but right now, he need to concentrate in order to pass the incoming exam (not before checking on her on last time)
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