#bakugou somehow got to be dating the sunshine of class 1-a

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“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Kamino Arc, Kidnapping & Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Gets A Hug

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Content warning for kidnapping, aftermath of violence. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

i’m gonna die (sent 19:08)

no seriously i’m this 👌🏻 close to losing it bro (sent 19:08)

aizawa’s voice is so zzzz and it’s like sir,, i’m begging,,,, (sent 19:09)

a little bit of energy. just a little bit (sent 19:09)

A nudge to his side, somewhat urgent.

shit brb (sent 19:10)

“Dude.”

Kirishima keeps his voice down to a hiss, shooting a glance at Aizawa’s turned back just in case. Hidden behind his pencil case, his phone shows Bakugou has read his messages – near-immediately, as always – before Kirishima locks the screen. His own face is reflected on sleek, innocent black.

Next to him, Kaminari is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “Don’t dude me, dude”, he whispers back. “Texting in Aizawa’s class? D’you have a death wish?”

Next to Kaminari, Mina leans over her desk, clearly curious and uncaring of her notes crinkling quietly under her elbows. “You? Kiri, paragon of wholesomeness and sunshine, breaking the rules? Lemme guess, it’s because of Bakugou.”

Next to Mina, Sero joins the fray with a muted headshake. “So brave yet so reckless. Truly inspiring.”

“You can say that again. That guy’s scary, man.” That’s Kaminari again. He leans in conspiratorially, nodding at Kirishima’s phone. “You got Blasty’s number? How? He almost bit my head off when I invited him to the 1-A chat.”

“Uh, yeah? We’re besties. But guys…”

If they were anywhere else, Kirishima would let out a whine. All he wanted to do was keep himself awake by texting his bro, is that such a crime? Especially since Bakugou’s the only one of ‘em who is actually allowed out there, where the fun stuff is happening. It’s downright cruel to have a new challenge dangled in front of their eyes like the juiciest steak only to be dragged away to the equivalent of plain steamed broccoli. Or something.

Point is: Kirishima’s bored enough he could cry and Aizawa, bless his insomnia-plagued soul, is making it about a thousand times worse with his monotone mumbling while he continues to write whatever-the-fuck in chalk to illustrate his point.

Three mouths open simultaneously in what Kirishima knows will be a too-loud bout of teasing – a frantic gesture of his hand to shut up, shut up, shut up has identical grins bursting on his friends’ faces.

Grins that disappear the instant the familiar sense of Aizawa’s quirk washes over them. Uh oh.

Aizawa doesn’t even have to say anything. Not even a brief pause registers in his lecture yet Kirishima snaps to attention so hard his buttcheeks clench as he furiously scribbles down what’s on the board. Some sort of… diagram? (It’ll make sense later, Kirishima hopes. And if it doesn’t, there’s always his equally draconic tutor-slash-best-friend he can poke into helping him eventually.)

After a semester at U.A., everyone in 1-A is whipped enough that not a single word is breathed between them for a good fifteen minutes. Aizawa talks, they take notes.

Then the adrenaline wears off and Kirishima finds himself drifting once more, fingers automatically flicking the home button. There, over Crimson Riot’s confident grin, three new messages.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

pay attention (received 19:14)

ffs (received 19:14)

hope aizawa murdered your ass (received 19:16)

No surprises there. Well, the fact that Bakugou has deigned to reply just before a training exercise kind of is, and he even triple-texted which makes a sappy part of Kirishima’s brain think he must’ve rubbed off on him over the past months. The day Bakugou Katsuki discovers emojis can’t be far off now and it will be Kirishima’s greatest achievement to date.

He bites his lip to suppress an amused noise at that. Ignoring the incredulous stare from Kaminari to his right, Kirishima types.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

haha! i lived bitch (sent 19:32)

minus the bitch askdjfhsk sry (sent 19:32)

i’m just tired af lol (sent 19:32)

how’s things on ur end tho? (sent 19:34)

no asses left unkicked i’m sure (sent 19:34)

👊🏻💥💥 (sent 19:35)

Kirishima gets about a solid second to feel good about furthering his pro-emoji agenda before his phone is snatched away by rigid, white cloth. Wide-eyed, his gaze is met by a flat expression that exudes more exhaustion than any human should rightfully have to feel.

“Kirishima”, Aizawa says, as calm as ever. “How kind of you to lend me your attention.”

Lord have mercy. Whichever hell Aizawa is about to unleash on him, Kirishima will be in it for a while. And when that’s over, it’ll be Bakugou’s turn to have a field day with it.

Somehow, Kirishima is actually looking forward to that last part.

*

Then, a voice rings out in their heads. Aizawa jumps into motion. The villains strike.

Afterwards, all Kirishima can do is stand there and watch the forest burn. His phone is silent, held between fingers that won’t stop trembling no matter what he does. He unlocks, checks, locks, only to do it all over again a few minutes or seconds later.

Around him, everything is spinning out of control. Reality is too loud, too bright, already overwhelming where it waits to be acknowledged beyond the soothing green interface of his chat with Bakugou.

The messages are still there. Marked read until they aren’t, and Kirishima stares at that subtle difference like it’s the last thing tethering him to the ground. Blue tick, his best friend is fine. Grey tick–

Bakugou let Kirishima take a photo of him, once. Kirishima had complained about his profile picture being that creepy default silhouette, especially once they started texting on a daily basis. So Bakugou sighed and leaned over the tiny table of the café, his chin propped on one hand and his coffee in the other. He’d kept still just long enough for the shutter to go off and called him a clingy bastard right after.

In the soft morning light, there’d been something warm in his typical glare. It’s still there, tucked away in the top left corner of the screen. Fond, red eyes, looking straight at Kirishima ever since.

Higher and higher, the flames reach for the sky with greedy, cobalt fingers, bright enough to take the stars with them. And Bakugou?

Bakugou is gone.

*

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

hey (sent 23:01)

it’s a long shot but (sent 23:03)

are u there? (sent 23:03)

these are going thru so ur phone is on and i thought (sent 23:08)

idk (sent 23:08)

please respond man (sent 23:37)

please (sent 23:58)

katsuki? (sent 00:40)

*

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

fuck (sent 3:24)

*

Bakugou Katsuki

um (sent 6:13)

the pros asked for ur number to track it and stuff so i gave it to them (sent 6:13)

turns out almost nobody has it?? so like (sent 6:20)

if u want a new one after all this it’s on me (sent 6:21)

pls don’t be mad haha (sent 6:21)

fuck that actually (sent 7:05)

be as mad as u want baku (sent 7:06)

u can do whatever ok? when u come back (sent 7:09)

free pass. i won’t guard this time (sent 7:09)

just come back (sent 8:00)

they’re looking for u so u gotta come back (sent 8:02)

* 

Baku 💣💥

sry i just (sent 19:55)

ok still going thru (sent 19:55)

that’s good right? (sent 19:57)

i need it to be good (sent 20:05)

yeah (sent 20:06)

*

Baku 💣💥

it’s saturday (sent 2:33)

please be ok (sent 4:46)

i miss u (sent 5:00)

*

Baku 💣💥

we’re on our way katsuki (sent 12:45)

just hold on we’re coming for u (sending…)

wait (sending…)

oh (sending…)

*

Bakugou is quiet.

When all is said and done, injuries patched up and police statements given, Kirishima waits and Bakugou looks… tired. Small. Glancing back at the precinct with eyes a little too wide, a little too hesitant to truly belong to him.

Whatever he’s searching, if he finds it or not – Kirishima can only guess as Bakugou’s shoulders slump further and he mutters, “Let’s just go.”

In retrospect, he was probably talking to his parents. The Bakugous came for their son in a car as expensive as they come, white with chrome highlights and an interior clad entirely in tasteful, beige leather; it’s an aesthetic that’s the antithesis to Katsuki’s. Their expressions are full of love, though, brows drawn in concern carefully left unspoken. His father opens the back door for him first, going for his own in the front, while his mother ruffles Bakugou’s hair within the one-second-window he allows for the touch before shrugging it off.

“Welcome back, brat. We missed ya.”

Familiar phrases laden with far too much weight. From the outside in, it’s just that: Mildly exasperated parents picking up their kid after some school thing that dragged on into the night, or perhaps a late hangout with a friend. No one acknowledges the nightmare-ish three days they’ve left behind by the merit of time passing and the world spinning on and nothing else – the countless people injured or dead, an entire district torn asunder in a conflict much bigger than any of them, especially Bakugou.

Bakugou, who shuffles onto the backseat without saying much of anything. It’s only after Kirishima trails after him and Bakugou’s eyes meet his own over his shoulder that Kirishima realizes that’s what he’s doing.

Then Bakugou’s gaze softens and he kicks the door of the car open wider. “Um”, Kirishima pipes up, the noise of keys clinking together drawing his attention to one Bakugou Mitsuki. “Is it okay if I…?”

She snorts and ruffles his hair, too. “Kid, after what you did tonight, a ride home is the least I can do for ya. C’mon.”

Kirishima bows politely, a mumble of “Thanks, ma’am” waved away immediately. A moment later, Kirishima’s hand is being grabbed and he’s dragged inside. “Get a move on”, Bakugou mumbles, staring pointedly until Kirishima rights himself and digs for the seatbelt with his free hand. The click of the clasp snapping in is oddly loud in the ensuing silence.

It doesn’t last. The moment the engine purrs to life and the lights go off, a heavy guitar riff screeches from cleverly hidden speakers in perfect surround sound and Kirishima jumps. He’s the only one in the car to do so.

“Whoops, my bad”, says Bakugou’s mom as she turns the music down the slightest amount, her smirk – so familiar and yet not – clearly visible in the rear-view mirror. Next to her, Bakugou’s dad chuckles and shakes his head.

Bakugou himself is turned towards the window, the hand against his chin barely hiding the tiny smirk there. Kirishima lets him have it. Anything that’ll replace that lost expression from earlier is good in his books.

“So. Eijirou, right? Nice to finally meet ya.” Mrs. Bakugou checks in with him via the mirror. Her hand rests on the gear selector. “Where to? We’ll bring you home first. I’m sure your parents are worried.”

And oh fuck, Kirishima hasn’t even thought that far ahead yet. When he snuck out of the house a lifetime ago, all his mind was able to process was getting to Bakugou, saving Bakugou, bringing Bakugou back. As much as both his mothers are angels in their own right, they’re also easily worried and twice as buff as him. There haven’t been many occasions which called for them to throw down for their son but they totally would if given half the chance.

If they catch wind of even a fraction of what Kirishima got up to tonight, someone will have to pay. Kirishima’s willing to bet his most prized, limited-edition Crimson Riot figurine that that someone will end up being all of U.A., nationally famous pro heroes or not.

Before any of that can make it out of his mouth, Kirishima’s hand is squeezed and… Oh. Bakugou’s still holding it. Their skin isn’t touching; Kirishima’s sleeve has been pulled down to prevent that.

(It’s one of those things Bakugou does, tracking who and what gets in direct contact with his sweat and how to neutralize it in time. It makes Kirishima’s chest ache that, despite everything that happened, he is still aware of small things like that.)

“He’s crashing at ours tonight”, Bakugou tells his parents rather gruffly. Still looking out the window like there’s nothing unusual about that at all, and Kirishima gapes at him in complete and utter surprise. Bakugou’s grip only tightens.

“Got a problem with that?”

Just like that, Kirishima finds himself able to process speech. “Nope! Not at all. Uh, that is– Mrs. Bakugou, Mr. Bakugou, can I?”

Bakugou’s parents look similarly caught off-guard. To their credit, they merely blink and look at each other, shrugging. Again, it’s the mother who speaks. “That’s Mitsuki and Masaru to you, kid. Let’s go home, then.”

And that’s that. They set off, the car’s movement a quiet thrum that’s drowned out by complicated drum solos and vocals barely scraping past outright growling. Any other day, Kirishima would’ve been ecstatic to finally get to meet the Bakugous. He’d hoard bits and pieces of knowledge about them – such as the fact that Katsuki’s taste in music runs in the family, what the hell – like a dragon does gold coins. The notion that Bakugou invited him to their first sleep-over ever would be the biggest treasure on that pile, for sure.

Because Bakugou Katsuki is anything if not cautious: with his quirk, with his time, with his trust. Because, after days of pacing his room and worrying himself sick and crying until exhaustion took him out, their plan worked.

They pulled it off, Bakugou is back and alive, and Kirishima’s allowed to stay by his side a little bit longer.

He’s here because Bakugou wants him to be and that… feels better than Kirishima can properly put into words. So, no, he doesn’t boast about it, he doesn’t have the energy to – but Kirishima notes and appreciates it nonetheless, relief forming a ball of warmth and light that radiates within him like a tiny sun got stuck between his lungs and his heart. Bit by bit, it melts the tension off Kirishima’s bones until all he can grasp is the steady presence of Bakugou’s hand in his and how heavy his eyelids feel.

Kirishima could sleep for a week straight and still crave a nap afterwards. Probably.

There’s something he has to do before he crashes, though. With a gentle squeeze, he frees his hand to grab his phone and winces at the dozens of unread messages and missed calls that greet him. Both the group he has with his family as well as the one for 1-A have been running hot most of the night, reducing his battery to a pitiful 12%.

Opening up the chat with his moms, Kirishima scrolls to the bottom of the increasingly worried barrage of texts and hesitates, his fingers hovering over the keypad. Once he starts typing, he’ll have about a minute before shit really hits the fan.

💪🏻Kirishima Power 💪🏻

guys i’m so sorry!!! (sent 21:58)

i know ur worried and stuff and i swear i’ll explain later ok?? (sent 21:58)

 just wanna let u know i’m safe!! staying over at baku’s tonight (sent 21:58)

he’s here and safe too (sent 21:58)

🙏🏻🙏🏻 (sent 21:59)

He pauses then, reading that last part over and over again. Safe. Safe, safe, safe. A smile cracks Kirishima’s lips apart and it remains there, steadfast through the flood of new messages rolling in.

*

Bakugou’s room is both everything Kirishima expected it to be and at the same time… not.

It’s huge, for one, the typical bed-wardrobe-desk setup expanded by a couch and a beanbag, a TV with a variety of game systems hooked up to it, a handful of shelves filled to the brim with books and manga and oh, a whole freaking drum set taking up a corner by itself. The walls are plastered with band posters and signed set lists and – less blatant but still there – the odd All Might merch Kirishima knows Bakugou would strangle him for mentioning, so he doesn’t.

What comes out of his mouth is: “Dude! I didn’t know you played drums. That’s so cool!”

Everything is kept in the triad of black-orange-green Kirishima recognizes from a certain hero costume. A few discarded shirts aside, it’s really tidy. So much so that Kirishima feels ashamed of the state of his own room just by seeing this.

The feeling is compounded by Bakugou picking up those shirts and throwing them in the hamper first thing, a quiet tch indicating he’s annoyed by it. Kirishima isn’t up to outing himself as an unrepentant walking mess in comparison – instead, he makes a beeline for the bookshelf with the manga, eyes drawn to a row of covers he’d recognize in a heartbeat.

“Wha– I’ve been looking for these for ages! They’re sold out every time I try to catch up on ‘em.”

A short glance at Bakugou is answered with a shrug and an eye-roll: It’s Bakugou-speak for do whatever the hell you want. Kirishima pulls out the volume he stopped at and leafs through it.

It’s meant as a distraction for Bakugou, a space for him to drop the put-together façade and breathe without people constantly fussing over him. It’s honestly what Kirishima would rather be doing right now (exploring his best bro’s room be damned) but it’s not what Bakugou needs. Well, what Kirishima thinks he needs.

It’s hard to get a read on him without the constant snark and pointed glares. With some dinner in their bellies and Bakugou’s parents now safely downstairs, the expression that fits nowhere on the Angry Bakugou Face catalogue is back. Kind of uncomfortable and so… absent.

Kirishima is really starting to hate that expression.

It’s entirely accidental that Kirishima actually gets into reading. One chapter turns to three, turns to five, and the troubles and worries whirling ever-tighter in his chest ease for a bit until–

Woosh. A soft, balled-up something knocks against the back of his head. Kirishima startles and almost drops the manga, a vaguely alarmed noise stopped short by the sight of Bakugou in sweats and a well-worn, black shirt. His hair is wet. Wild as ever. At Kirishima’s feet: A similar outfit including a towel.

“Bathroom’s that way. Leave your clothes out by the door, I got special detergent for the nitro. Shampoo and shit’s in the shower, there’s a toothbrush for you by the sink. Use it.”

Kirishima opens his mouth.

Bakugou sighs. “It’s just a fucking toothbrush, Kiri. Wreck it for all I care.”

Kirishima closes his mouth. He nods. His phone is quickly dug out of his pocket and set aside, then he slips out to shower.

A good fifteen minutes later, he opens the door to let out a gust of steam and sees his clothes are gone. The hallway is empty, half-lit by the light coming from downstairs. The Bakugous have been as nonchalant about their spontaneous guest as Bakugou himself; even so, Kirishima tries not to linger or make too much noise as he sneaks back to Bakugou’s room.

“Baku. I’m back.”

Bakugou gives him a grunt of acknowledgement from where he’s fitting some sheets over the couch, folded out to provide a decently sized bed. There’s a pillow and a pile of blankets next to him, wrapped in fresh linen as well. It’s unlikely he’s stopped doing stuff since Kirishima left and if he is about ready to crash in five to ten minutes, he can’t imagine how Bakugou is doing right now.

Y’know, the guy who just survived being kidnapped by Japan’s newest and most notorious villain menace. No amount of pretense can make that simple fact undone.

Kirishima pads over to help, the offer to take over already on his lips but– Too late. The last corner is already being tucked in and laid flat with grim-faced efficiency. Left with nothing else to do, Kirishima sits down on the very edge, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the hem of his borrowed shirt. There’s some sort of band logo on it, an English word written in that typical death-metal-font that looks like someone dumped a bunch of white sticks in a pile and called it a day.

It’s soft. A little loose and frayed around the edges.

“Hey, Baku?”

Taking the blankets, Bakugou dumps them in Kirishima’s lap. “Mh?” He makes to step away and Kirishima doesn’t think, just reaches out and catches the back of his shirt.

“Dude, seriously. Just… sit down for a minute. Please?”

And Bakugou… listens. He stops, he frowns at Kirishima for a moment like he’s trying to figure out what his deal is, he sighs like he’s been presented with the world’s most aggravating puzzle – and then he tells Kirishima to scooch. “What? I’m not gonna sit on the fucking floor”, he says.

Kirishima can’t keep the relief off his face as he gladly makes room on the couch, leaning against its arm and tucking his legs in. Once Bakugou has settled, cross-legged with an elbow propped on the backrest, Kirishima throws the blanket over both of ‘em. Might as well get comfortable while they still can.

“Okay.” He steels himself with a long, slow breath. “I know you hate this kinda thing and we’re both tired and… stuff. Still, though: Are you okay?”

Bakugou gives him a look, which– Okay, fair. It’s a dumb question with an obvious answer. Kirishima doesn’t back down, though, humming to buy himself some time to rephrase.

“Like… It’s fine if you’re not. Okay, I mean. And if you’d rather go the fuck to bed and not think about this for a while that’s fine, too. But that was pretty rough and you’ve been, um, quiet. And stuff. So, I’m kinda worried. Y’know?”

Kirishima pauses. A bit lower, he mumbles: “And I missed you. So yeah.”

At some point, he dropped his gaze to his hands, limp and useless in his lap. Kirishima swore not to be a coward anymore but it’s hard, to speak and ask about things in full awareness he has no fucking clue what he’s doing.

All he wants is for Bakugou to be okay. That’s all that matters, at the end of a day like this.

“I’m not”, Bakugou says, tentatively. Like he’s making up his mind as he goes. “I’m not gonna waste your time with ‘I’m fine’. I’m not. This shit’s fucked up.” And again he sighs, sounding so fucking tired Kirishima’s heart squeezes in sympathy.

“I haven’t slept in three fucking days; my shoulders are killing me from using my quirk and sitting chained to that stupid chair and whatever the fuck else. The League scouted me specifically because they thought I’d make a good villain and fuck them for that. Fuck them. But it’s just… It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

Whatever Kirishima expected, it’s not that. He looks up and into Bakugou’s eyes and–

He can’t mean that, can he? Kirishima searches his face for evidence to the contrary, traces the tension around Bakugou’s mouth and the exhaustion smudged under his eyes and the line between his brows, growing deeper under Kirishima’s scrutiny. It all reads defeat. It hurts.

They won, right? A childish voice within Kirishima can’t help but cling to that even as he looks back down. They won, and things are supposed to get better when you win.

“People got hurt. People died, Kiri. Heroes, too.” Bakugou takes a shaky breath, a hand going to his hair and rubbing it roughly. “Fucking… Best Jeanist was there and nobody at the precinct wanted to tell me if he’s alive or dead or what. All of Kamino Ward is fucking gone and All Might–”

Bakugou’s voice cracks right down the middle and it hurts. Like there’s a beast tearing through Kirishima’s chest to rip out his heart and throw it to the floor, stubbornly beating as it bleeds out.

Kirishima wants to say something. Anything. All he can hear is Bakugou’s breathing but it’s all wrong, off-rhythm and thread-bare and upset, and any doubt what that means is erased as Bakugou’s hand clenches on the sheets and he sniffs, wet on the exhale.

“Baku–”

“Don’t. Kiri, don’t–”

He’s always been like that, ordering him around and demanding things when politeness dictates to ask for them instead. His tone is as close to pleading as Kirishima’s ever heard from Bakugou, though, and it twists him up inside to the point he feels distantly nauseous.

“Don’t look.” Bakugou isn’t supposed to sound like that. Not now, not ever. “Okay? Don’t f-fucking– Don’t look at me right now.”

“Okay”, Kirishima says. “I won’t.” His own voice is a mess as well, trembling all over the place. “I won’t, Nitro. I won’t.”

You’re safe, is what he wants to tell him. It’s okay, you’re safe now. That’s not what Bakugou is asking of him. Kirishima can’t stop himself from crying because it’s always been hard not to when the people he loves are doing it, but… He tries. For Bakugou, he’ll always try.

Through eyes heavily clouded by tears, he sees Bakugou’s hand tighten, knuckles going white and bloodless. Painfully tense, and Kirishima can’t stand the sight of that, either.

He shuffles a little closer to place his hand over that fist, careful to only touch the back of Bakugou’s hand. Kirishima whispers, “I’m here”, and Bakugou audibly swallows. He lets him slip his fingers in-between his own.

Holding on, just as he did in the car and when they met in mid-air, that desperate instance that decided whether he would make it out alive or not.

Bakugou holds on even as he breaks for good and his shoulders shake with his sobs. As he continues to breathe in gulps of air that sound strangled and desperate, through tears that leave a pattern of uneven dots on the blanket. By morning they will be gone without a trace: The sun will come up, the world will continue to travel around it, and time will reveal the road they walk on as they walk it, step by step by step.

Just because it’s meant to pass doesn’t make this moment any less real. Any less important. Kirishima sits there and listens to his best friend cry. He remembers days spent without him and the mad dash to save him. He thinks of dumb questions and obvious answers.

It’s hard to tell if this is one of them, so he gathers all his courage and asks: “Katsuki. Can I hug you?”

Just like last time, Bakugou doesn’t say anything. He laughs, a watery, humorless thing – and he pulls at Kirishima’s shirt to crush him to his chest. His arms wind around Kirishima’s neck, Bakugou’s face pressing against his hair where Kirishima won’t be able to see him.

It’s fine. Kirishima’s great at hugs; he can totally work with that. Clenching his eyes shut, he adjusts his grip around Bakugou’s waist so he can rub his back, following the bumps of his spine. Up and down, over and over. Bakugou goes boneless in their embrace, not about to let go anytime soon and neither will Kirishima.

Eventually, Kirishima tucks his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, blinking sleep from his eyes. Safe. He doesn’t fight the sharp-toothed smile on his lips. Bakugou mumbles, “Fucking sap”, nearly drowned out by their collective sniffling.

It sounds a whole lot like thank you. Kirishima’s smile only grows.

>>Chapter 5

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha fanfiction #hi kamino still makes me emo: the manifesto #this fic is also on AO3!! #reblogs appreciated c: #my stuff

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the four times she saw him and the one time he saw her |k. bakugou|

|pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader, shoto todoroki x f!reader|

warnings: angst, swearing, bakugou, death

|also available on ao3| 

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The first time she saw him, he was in the strict confines of the slim monster. She had watched as he fought against the monster with such vigor and listened as he screamed at the boy, who quite honestly looked like a piece of broccoli had fallen on his head, that had launched himself towards the villain. She had originally been passing by and she didn’t leave until after the slim victim had left, watching as he stomped passed her, his spiky ash-blond hair bouncing with every stomp. Just before he had passed, she caught a look at his vermillion eyes, staring straight at him, though he didn’t seem to notice her, too lost in his own world. From that moment, she had vowed to herself, if the broccoli boy could jump out like that, and the blond kid could stay brave during all of that, then she could too. Maybe, she could be a hero too. When she saw them, two boys her age, being heroes, it made her dream all the more realistic.

 The next time she had seen him, was at the UA entrance exam assembly. She had spotted him, along with the green boy, whom she firmly concluded must have been his best friend, 2 rows above him and several seats away. For a few moments, she had stared at the duo before turning away, a new swell of determination lighting inside of her. When the applicants were split apart into different arenas, somehow, both the mysterious slim victim, who she now knew as Bakugou Katsuki and herself were in the same arena. Once the exam started though, she had long forgotten about the bakugou boy and set off to annihilating robots left and right, using her psychokinesis to deform robots and immobilize them. Though, she hadn’t forgotten him for long as his explosions very much drew attention to him. Soon, she had found herself in the same area, her back to the explosive blond, bending and twisting robots as more were blown up behind her. A shout of warning had her turning her head, watching as the giant 0 pointer robot’s foot hovered over Bakugou, who was still busy blasting robots and not paying any attention. Moving quickly, she slid over and activated her quirk holding up the robot’s foot, slowly levitating the robot off of the ground completely. Swinging it off in a direction far from everyone else, the alarm went off, signaling the exam was over. Panting, your shoulders drooped as you got congratulatory claps on the back and murmurs of praise, though the one you wished would pay you some kind of mind walked away without a word nor a glance back. With a hum, you decided, he would be your inspiration. You would be accepted into UA High School and you would make him notice you, even if it killed you. After all, you strived for validation, and for some reason, this boy, someone who really shouldn’t have mattered much to you, wouldn’t even notice you.

There had been numerous times after that in which you saw Bakugou (and came to the unfortunate conclusion that he and the broccoli boy were NOT best friends) around the school, the both of you having made it into UA and made it into the same class no less. You watched as he was engulfed in the portal made by Kurogiri, a puppet in the League of Villains, in the JSU, yourself being thrown into the same area as Denki Kaminari, a boy with an electric quirk a misfortunate case of the “wheeey” after overuse, Jirou Kyoka, a rocking girl with an awesome hearing quirk and even better music taste, and Momo Yaoyorozu, one of the most brilliant rich kids you’d ever met with a mindblowing quirk. 

 You were there to witness Bakugou’s fight against Uraraka Ochako, a sweet girl with a gravity quirk. Though you couldn’t afford to pay too much attention, as you had your own matches to prepare for. You had gone against Kaminari. Before he could activate his quirk you had already run forward and gave him a flying kick to the head, effectively knocking him out (and breaking his nose). When you saw all of the blood and his deformed nose you nearly cried before picking him up and meeting the stretcher halfway, mumbling apologizes to the unconscious boy. Your next opponent was Iida Tenya, who you had managed to mislead into stepping out of bounds. Mislead being used very loosely. You had merely planted the suggestion into his head before time with the activation words being “Good Luck Class Rep!” which you had just so happened to murmur as he raced towards you. The fact that you had sidestepped and allowed him to race a crossed the boundary line before the match really started was really just instinct after all. Once your dear Class Rep had collided with the wall though, your little suggestion had managed to leave his mind just in time to hear the words “(Y/N) (L/N) Advances to the next round!”. You had given a small glance up towards the Class 1-A bleachers to see your classmates bewildered expression, looking between you and Iida. You walked over to Iida and offered your hand to him, “Hey Class Rep, sorry about that. My quirk isn’t all that suited well for sports festivals and especially fast quirks like yourself. We’ll have a real fight one day. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford for it to be today. Sorry” you had said before giving him a sunny smile. After that you both agreed to a rematch at a later date, walking back down your separate tunnels listening to Mic’s echoing words, “Wow, when is that student of yours actually gonna whip out her quirk Eraserhead?! It’s almost hard to believe she’s in the hero course if it wasn’t for that sunny smile of hers!” followed quickly by a loud “OW!” For the next round, which would be against Shoto Todoroki, a peppermint boy with a half cold and apparently half hot quirk. He was deemed Bakugou’s true rival, the only person he deemed as his equal. And she hated him for it. The peppermint head was a rich kid with an overpowered quirk that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. She couldn’t locate him before the match had begun so unfortunately, she couldn’t pull the same trick twice in a row (Iida had most likely warned him to steer clear of her after their match) but she always had a second blade to rely on, or rather a backup. And a backup’s backup. and several other tricks up her sleeves. Besides, she didn’t want to pull any dirty tricks, she wanted to prove to him what she was made of. She wasn’t going to be known throughout her school career as the weak girl with awesome luck and a sunshine smile. She was going to be known as the girl that could hold her own, the girl that could save everyone with a smile and be known as strong and confident, as powerful and not to be messed with.  

 Walking into the ring she gave a sweet and innocent smile to Todoroki and Midnight with a kawaii peace sign and a close eyed smile. She could see Todoroki narrow his eyes at her in suspicion, Present Mic introducing them in the background. “First entering the ring, we have Todoroki Shoto, the guy that left quite a cool impression on us in his first match, though it seems he can handle the heat in the kitchen!” Mic introduced, quite lamely, even I had to give a minor cringe in sympathy for the deadpanned boy. “And his opponent, (L/N) (Y/N), the sunflower that at this point I’m pretty sure has to be quirkless because we haven’t seen a single hint of a quirk yet, enters the arena on the opposite side! Boys, Girls, and Heroes of all ages, I don’t know about you but I’ve got a feeling this match will be over very quickly.” Mic droned on, causing me to clench my jaw before quickly relaxing.  “Good Luck Todoroki-kun! May the best man win!” I grinned brightly and held my hand out for a handshake, eyes gleaming. Todoroki narrowed his eyes as he looked down at my hand with distaste, before looking back up at me with a blank expression. Giving a pout I put my hand back down to my side as Mic gave an “Oh that’s just... cold todoroki!” in the background. Midnight gave a sweatdrop before taking a step back. “Uh, with that, let the match begin!” She declared waving her whip before backing out of the ring. “It’s a real shame you didn’t shake my hand, Todoroki-Kun, maybe if you had, you could’ve walked out of the ring uninjured and safely,” I said innocently, with a small smile. His eyes widened as I lifted my head with a shadow over my eyes, my arm raising ready to use my psychokinesis to throw him out of the ring. Immediately he stomped his foot and shards of ice came at me at a high speed. Moving quickly, I dove out of the way and tugged the zipper of my shirt down just a bit, deciding if the match lasted that long, I would use Uraraka’s ruse to distract Todoroki. Ice isle after ice isle came up, leaving very minimal room to maneuver in between. “Oh, Todoroki-Kun, trying to keep me at a distance are we?” I asked lightly, though an underlying menacing tone could be heard if you listened closely enough. Unfortunately, Todoroki was. Kicking between ice pillars I quickly managed to scale to the top of one without him noticing. I watched from the top of a pillar where everyone but he could see me, as his head darted around looking for me. Flicking my wrist to the pillar directly a crossed from me, I made it fall with a loud crumble. He whirled around to face the fallen, and now crushed, ice. Flicking both of my wrists to pillars beside the first one, I made those fall as well. I watched as he began to circle slowly, still looking low. “Where are you?” He yelled, his left hand flickering with a flame. Closing my eyes I leaned forward slightly, trying to delve into his mind. Opening my eyes, they now glowed a bright yellow. Using my quirk to a deeper sense, I created an image within his mind of me behind him. Image-Me tapped him on the shoulder “here I am!” she said with a grin. He whirled around and Image-Me disappeared. Once she disappeared I knocked down more pillars as I slid down to the edge of the pillar I stood on quietly. His left hand grew hotter as more pillars fell. Soon, mine was the only one left. “Oh, Todoroki-Kun!” I called teasingly, my foot dangling over the edge of the pillar. He looked around before finally looking up. “look above and beyond, Plus Ultra!” I cheered and pumped a fist before standing up and diving off of the high pillar towards him. Several screams were heard as I plummetted. A bed of Ice was coming up to meet me, though I activated my quirk once more, plowing through the ice as I finally hit the ground. Standing up I wipe off some of the new snow from my sleeve. “Looks like you found me Todoroki-Kun!” I giggled. He narrowed his eyes as me and shot a pillar of ice at me once more, disturbing the snow around us, causing it to fly up. It served the perfect distraction. Moving quickly I shed my UA gym jacket and levitated it to hold form in my previous position as I took advantage of my new stealth, running low to the ground as I ran around him, watching as he swatted at the snow. I now stood behind him in my sports bra and gym pants and watched as he made a frozen pillar encase my jacket. I ran up behind him and took him to the ground as he gave a growl at my use of Uraraka’s trick. “Gotcha!” I cheered, though my victory didn’t last long as another pillar of ice threw me off and against the other chunk of ice holding my jacket hostage. Now I had a piece of ice holding me against another piece of ice and it was pressing even closer by the second. I gave a shriek from the cold and tried to wiggle out but that seemed to make the space even tighter. “You didn’t think I saw your jacket unzipped when you got to the ground, nor did I see you run by me, but I did. I’ll admit, this match went on longer than I hoped it would, but now I’ve got you. I do believe you should be forfeiting before you get an even worse case of frostbite then you already have.” He said, crossing his arms as he stared me down. Clenching my jaw I shook my head. Attempting to activate my quirk once more, despite my now horrible headache, I said, “Maybe you should forfeit instead,” though it wasn’t working very well because my jaw was chattering every other syllable. Todoroki shook his head before looking over at Midnight. “I don’t think she can move anymore,” he told her, though the ice patches on his cheek and arm were enough to tell me that I had done a decent enough job. He was right, after all, this match had gone on much longer than either of us anticipated. “Um.. (L/N) (Y/N) is unable to continue the match! Todoroki Wins!” She announced. Todoroki walked over to me and raised his left hand and began to melt the ice around me. Soon, I was soaked completely and shaking like a leaf on a windy day. Todoroki looked down at my shivering form before picking me up, snatching up my jacket too. “What’s this?! Todoroki’s picking up (L/N) and walking out of the ring with her! Wow-what an unexpected twist!” Mic yelled in the background. Todoroki carried me to the infirmary in silence, dropped me off on a cot, and laid down on one himself. That was the end of that day.

 Bakugou didn’t seem to notice me then either. Even more events happened after that too. We had internships, a summer camp that Bakugou got kidnapped at, we got our provisional licenses (except for Bakugou and Todoroki, along with Monoma in Class 1-B), Midoriya, Kirishima, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, and I all got to do work studies with Pro-heroes, I went on my first mission as part of Fatgum’s hero agency with Kirishima and one of the Big 3 Tamaki Amajiki, we had a school festival, and so much more! It was sometime after our mission to save a little girl named Eri that I had decided I would strive to be noticed by the furious porcupine of class A, not as much anymore. Once I had relaxed some, I found that I was able to open more doors for myself in more ways than one. 

 During your second year, you had begun to date your formal rival, Todoroki Shoto, which felt a bit odd to you in a sense of, “wow this feels like a fairy tale!” considering you had felt they went from strangers-enemies-friends-lovers. Dating Shoto was pleasant for both of you. You focused less on being noticed by Bakugou, Todoroki was able to piss off his father, you were able to piss off his father, and both of you were content with your relationship. It wasn’t completely public and you weren’t smothering each other, but you were perfectly content with it. 

Soon, your second year passed into your third, you and Todoroki were still going strong, making Bakugou notice you had become a seesaw of “notice me senpai” and “Baku-who?” though the seesaw was old and rusted and children had long abandoned. 

Graduation rolled around and many of your classmates were now aspiring sidekicks. You still worked at Fatgum’s agency with UA Alumni Tamaki Amajiki, though Kirishima had long left to join an agency more fitting for him. Shoto was now Endeavor’s sidekick, though you both knew that he was really training and watching to take over Endeavor’s agency. Bakugou had joined Endeavor’s agency along with Midoriya as sidekicks as well. Though it seemed that even though he worked alongside her boyfriend (not to mention they went to the same class together for 3 years) he still didn’t seem to notice her. When graduation arrived, the graduates of 3-A had all cheered, and the graduation party held in their old dorm rooms was a night none of them would soon forget. Especially because a certain half-and-half had gotten down on one knee and proposed to you. It was on that day, you had decided that you didn’t need anyone to notice you except for the man knelt down in front of you. You didn’t need anyone else’s validation anymore. You had finally given up on trying to make Bakugou Katsuki notice you.

Two years rolled on by, and your wedding was fast approaching. You and Todoroki had gotten a small apartment together, perfect for the two of you and you were finally at a place in time where you could have your long-awaited wedding at last. It wasn’t anything elaborate, you both had decided that big and elaborate would be too much for the both of you since you had both cooled down and mellowed a bit. Your wedding had consisted of a rather small alter in a snowy garden with a beautiful (wedding dress of your choosing) and simple (flowers of your choosing). You both had invited all of your Class A classmates, all of them coming to the wedding, though you had noted that it seemed the esteemed Bakusquad were all tipsy and their leader seemed less than happy to be there. Your co-workers at Fatgum’s agency and most of the Todoroki agency had come to the wedding as well. Your bridesmaids consisted of Ochako Uraraka, Jirou Kyoka, Hado Nejire, Tsu Asui, Momo Yaoyorozu, and Mina Ashido, with your maid of honor being Shoto’s sister, Fuyumi Todoroki. Shoto’s groomsmen consisted of Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Inasa Yoarashi, and Bakugou Katsuki, with his best man being Natsuo Todoroki, his brother. The wedding had gone on peacefully, save for the shadow lurking in the corner with knotted and mangled purple skin and cerulean blue eyes that matched Enji Todoroki’s so much. Though no one had noticed him and he didn’t make himself outright known, having rathered just leave a wedding gift amongst the pile and watch on in the shadows. After the wedding, it was announced that you and Shoto would be having your first child, which sparked quite the response, Many were overjoyed (Fuyumi and Rei, Shoto’s mother, had actually cried), many were excited to be aunties and uncles, Shoto was even threatened by his former high school teacher, Aizawa Shota, that if he put so much as a toe out of line and you showed up at this doorstep crying in the rain at 3 in the morning again, he would see to it that this would be his first and last child. His reaction had been quite funny at the time, it was enough to keep you from noticing the small pops that came from Bakugou’s hands anyway.

 After that life went on, 8 months passed and you had given birth to a set of twin boys, both of which looking very much like their father. Somehow, both had gotten the half and half hair, though your oldest son, Fuyuhito, was born with his left side of his hair being (your hair color) and the right side being white, much like his father. Your youngest son, however was born with his right side being (your hair color) and his left side being red. His name was Haru. All was good and well, your children were healthy and prosperous, Enji had finally retired leaving the agency in Shoto’s hands. You had gone on back to work after a few months of recuperation time and mother-sons bonding.

A year later, you were 6 weeks pregnant though only you, your husband, and your doctor was aware. You weren’t showing but you we’re ready to announce the news quite yet to announce to the world that you were expecting again.

 Your day had started off normal, with some paperwork as per usual before you went on your patrol. As you were making your rounds, you had happened upon a fight between a rather familiar villain group and an even more familiar hero. Rushing forward you quickly threw Himiko Toga off of Bakugou Katsuki’s back before she could stab him. 

 “Need a hand?” You asked teasingly as you threw Toga back with you psychokinesis. Bakugou looked over at you with a sneer and gave you a backward shove.

 “I’ve got this, get out of here!” he growled aiming an explosion at the group of villains. The man with the hands all over his body and the blue hair, known as Shigaraki Tomura, stepped forward. 

“Lookie what we have here! If it isn’t your little sister-in-law! Ain't that right, Dabi?” Shigaraki teased. I furrowed my brow in confusion and Bakugou took a defensive step in front of me.

 “What are you talking about?” I asked, narrowing my eyes stepping out from behind Bakugou.

“Well isn’t this a surprise. Well if your dear husband hasn’t told you then we won’t ruin the fun,” he snickered.

 The tall man with the purple scars narrowed his eyes at Shigaraki and his hands lit ablaze with blue fire. 

“The fuck are you, shitheads, yapping about?!” Bakugou snapped, shoving you behind him once more. Picking up his previous train of thought, he continued, “And your dumbass needs to get out of here. Half-and-Half told me about your...” he paused before he spat out almost angrily, “..condition.” 

I gave a huff and hit the switch on the hip of my suit that would request back up to my location.

“oh? what’s this about a condition? Maybe you should tell us, (Pro-Hero name)!” Toga giggled as she pranced forward, though she didn’t get far before I pushed her back once more with my psychokinesis. 

I kept quiet. The league taunted us so more, though Bakugou stayed glued in front of me, which was odd. I almost thought he was one of Twice’s tricks.

 Soon though, they grew annoyed and the fighting commenced. Fire and explosions were everywhere. Blood was spilled and magic marbles were thrown and decayed. Chaos was all around you and still, it seemed backup had yet to arrive.

You had managed to injure Shigaraki and Toga, and Bakugou had knocked out Mr. Compress. All that was left was Spinner, the scaly lizard guy, and Dabi, though after seeing his teammates down and out, Spinner had collected them and darted out of there, leaving Dabi to deal with us.

You and Bakugou had become quite worn down by now. You guessed Dabi saw it was a golden opportunity to eliminate you.

He shot a stream of blue fire at Bakugou, though you had intercepted it, having pushed Bakugou out of the way, consequently getting yourself severely burned. 

You screamed out in pain as I wreathed on the ground, the two males staring down at you in shock.

“Sh-she’s not going to make it” Dabi muttered shaking his head.

 “It would be best to just go ahead and put her out of her misery. She’s already been burned too much. Call it your brother-in-law’s final act of mercy” Dabi said, taking a step toward you.

 Bakugou blasted him to the other of the alley with a fitful scream.

“SHE WAS PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!” he screamed before he crawled over to you.

 There were tears in his eyes as he pulled your burned body into his lap, holding your head up for you. Hands shaking he pulled out his transmitter and brought it to his lips, “We’ve got a hero down on (street and street number because I’m too tired to go find one). We need backup and an ambulance. I repeat we’ve got a hero down and we are requesting backup immediately!” he shouted, his hold on you tightening causing you to whimper.

“Bak-Bakugou” you whimpered as tears leaked out of your eyes. He immediately loosened his grip and put the transmitter down, full attention on you.

“Keep talking to me, (L/N)!” he grunted, tears falling down his own face.

“You-You knows, the reason I wanted to-to be a hero? It-It was because of-” she was cut off by a pained whimper and a cough that coated her hand with blood. “it was because of you” she finished, looking up at him with slowly unfocused eyes.

“I wanted you to not-notice me so badly. I handed my husband’s ass to him in our first year, our second year, and our third year. I worked so hard-so hard for you to see me as your equal. I told myself I would end up killing myself trying to get you to finally see me and I guess I was right.” You murmured ending it with a small laugh before erupting into more coughs.

 Bakugou dipped his head as more tears flowed down his cheeks.

“Tell my boys I love ‘em, will you? And tell shoto I love him too” You said weakly slowly moving your head to rest on Bakugou’s chest, over his heart, which you could hear beating wildly.

“Tell me, have you noticed me yet, Kacchan?”

“You dumbass, I always noticed” Bakugou whimpered, pressing his face to your hair, pulling you close in a feeble attempt to give you some kind of comfort in your last moments.

As you close your eyes, you can see a blurry figure of red, white, and blue come running towards you screaming, though all you can muster is a hum as you shut your eyes, your chest rising and falling one last time.

You had spent most of your teenage years and your entire adulthood hoping that Bakugou would finally notice you.

 Unfortunately for the both of you, he had noticed you first, all along.

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[theinvisiblehero]

Sugar and spice makes Everything nice

1-A x reader with Fluff and spice

Warning:16+ semi sexual behavior. 

I DO NOT OWN GIF'S BUT WHOEVER DID THEM IS A BEAUTIFUL GOD\GODESS!!! and I'm really happy on how deku turned out! Peace out and enjoy!✌

Bakugou

All y'all repeat after me bakugou will scoop you up and make you sit his lap without saying a word at all.

So he's studying, aaaand he needs a recharge cos' He damn well knows that you are touch starved and so is he,so he puts his pencil down and peers over his shoulder to look at you,he always thinks it hot that wear his hoodies and your shorts on,so In reward for you being the hottest person on this earth,he scoops you up sits you in his lap,slings his arms around your waist

As he kisses your soft sweet lips once or twice and then you snake your arms around his neck and scoot forward, "Hey katski, how are you?" "M'fine." He says in a low croaky tone "what about you?" He asks , "i'm alright!" You beam brightly at him Which is interrupted by an open mouthed kiss on the crook of you neck, he took a bite onto the tender sensitive skin of your neck,a slight moan escapes your lips he finishes off the kiss by licking the Bruised skin causing and extra moan,and you knew There'd be a hickey there tomorrow,then he rests his chin on your shoulder, you flinched thinking that he'd make another bite mark,"y-you know you didn't have to kiss my neck."Your lips tremble in embarrassment,You shyly turn you head away, "and think I wouldn't? hah! baby,you've got a lot to learn!" You may not be looking at him but you know there is a smirk plastered on his face thinking about you whimpering at the Administrator's of his lips, as you expected him to kiss you neck but he only squeezed you close to him

"Princess, if you wanna do that now, then get ready to be pounded into next year." 

 "W-what!?! N-no I don't! You perv!"

Kirishima 

kiri in general:Did someone say cuddle monster??👀👀 cos' dis boi will hold you and he's not letting go of you.He is extremely overly protective of you like a soldier protecting his country, he WILL fight to the death just to keep you safe,kiri will never let anyone hold you or touch you like he does, and if you are self Conscious the prepare for a new religion because he love's you for who you look and you everything you are! And will never stop body worshiping you. please love dis man.

 "Baby!~ No!~ Don't leave me alone!Not all by myself!" Kirishima whined when you had patrol duties in an hour and here you are listening to your red haired boyfriend whine, "alright!" You grab your phone in annoyance and dial bakugou's number."Hey can you cuddle kir-" rudely interrupted by bakugou "What the literal fuck!?! Hell fukin' no!!" Kiri knew who you called when you held the phone there feet away from you ear,so he got up and slowly slugged his toned arms under his hoodie and around your bare waist,he whispered in you ear"ah ah ah!~ 

(Name) You can't do that to me, when I want cuddles I want them now." He hung up on bakugou who was yelling like crazy. "Kiri! I have work in an hour!" You  but he ignored you and started to nibble on you ear "Oh I know sweetheart,I know." " Well stop and let me go!" The flush on your face,ears and neck was quite visible.He began to slowly kiss down your neck and at the nape he placed a rough kiss.He placed another kiss behind your ear before he growled

In you ear "mine."

 You had to call in "sick" cos he wouldn't let go.

Midoriya 

Ok, so you have to be the one to ask cos poor bby be too shy to ask for a kiss. we stan the cute bean lord.😤

( AN: you are apart of the deku-squad!)

 So at school you uraka, iida, tsu, todorki and midoriya are discussing things that come up on your mind's and you and midoriya have been dating for a while now. And you absolutely hated bakugou, every time he walked by you glared at him

Like you and him for in this fight once about midoriya...it was heated.but that's another story for another day. "(name)," ochako spoke waiting for your response " hmm? " You asked "Why do you not like baku-" bam! You slammed your chopsticks on the table as hard as possible, you where the Nicest person 1-A knew but bakugou was never treated like the rest of his class was. "You know damn well why I hate him ochako." Your voice and aura was almost to the point of being a demon that no one in 1-A would dare piss you off. "S-s-sorry (name)." you huffed and calmed down "it's alright!" and just like that back to the day of sunshine you where! Until you felt a stinging pain in you palm, you chopstick broke."Oops! heh heh! Silly me! " You rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment of getting mad, and go you sat down.*time skip!!* You and midoriya and you are studying together because needed help with math and he needed to borrow your notes for history, you where trying to be sneaky and somehow you Successfully climbed into his lap

(N-name) wh-what a-a-are you doi-" he was cut off with a kiss soft and gentle. you cupped the side of his face to deepen the kiss, and instincts told him to grab your ass, as you pulled away you couldn't help but notice that out of all the times this has happened before he always blushed his face off, but this time he had these eyes of hunger like he wanted more, and it made you shiver down to you core, "deku? are you ok?" "Yeah Baby, i'm fine." He rubbed his thumb in soothing patterns on the small of your back, he kissed you for a minute kissing down you neck every once in a while, after that you settled your head on his shoulder, noticing that he was picking you up And he laid you down on his bed he sat next to you as he finished the notes for history.And when he did he held you close to him the whole night.

Sero 

This man is always is happy to cuddle with his baby grl,(you!) honestly he loves it when you sit in his lap or he lays on top of you and Rests his head on you chest. he'll spider man his way over to you your house as fast as he can,if you ask him to come over for cuddles. He has a playlist for cuddling he get's so hyped! He can't help it!

So you are listening to music before get bored,what do you do? Text your boyfriend, in fifteen minutes he's already there,you let him inside, he kisses your forehead and picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck,"hey baby, how are you?" Rubbing his thumb on your thigh he replies, "good, you?"  " M'fine" you say as you peck him on the lip's, sero pull's away and look's up and down at you "You do be lookin' fine tho." "HANTA! I SWEAR TO GOD!" Shouting at the male with bright pink on your face and ears as he walked to your bedroom, and he did something you never expected frm sero.

He pressed your back up against the wall, "hanta? Ar-" he roughly kissed your lips while grabbing your ass, rewarding him with a won-ton moan escaping from your lips. He slowly made his way down your neck, nipping the sensitive skin on the crook of your neck.the pink on you face and ears was exchanged for crimson red, "ha-hanta" you moaned out at the sensation of his teeth in your neck,"God Damn,you're so fucking hot like this." He said in your ear to tease. after a 15 minute makeout session the two of you you laid down and cuddled. "Wanna feel pleased?" He said with a tone of joke in his voice, "HANTA I SWEAR!" "Pfft! Ok!" He Buried his head in the crook of your neck to hold in his laughter.

Shouji 

I'm willing to bet that this man makes the best cuddle buddy because of his quirk of you think otherwise FIGHT ME. And he's not the type to kiss and all, but if there is kissing it's gotta be you cos' he doesn't want to take off his mask just for one small peck on the crown of your head, he's not very affectionate especially in public, he'd rather have cuddles behind closed doors but he won't turn down giving a quick peck on the cheek when you two aren't in public.

You two were cuddling in your dorm, and you've always wondered what was under that mask that he wore, was there a scar he didn't want anyone to see, or was it he didn't want to be known?? "Hey Shou?" You asked getting his attention "hm?" He hummed looking at you. "Why do you wear that mask all the time?" "Because." He said trying to avoid answering "because why? " "because I wan-" you interrupted him rudely by kissing him through his mask, catching him off guard. "pleeaasseee??" You whined, he sighed. Then he pulled down his mask letting a few seconds go by letting you soak in what he looks like. before he kissed you gently on the lips as if you where fine china on the verge of breaking, after a few seconds, you pulled away. "You look awesome without the mask..." You said reaching out and lightly dragging your fingers across his cheek, " t-thank you..." He shyly said not making eye contact. without saying anything, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him on his forehead, leaving him slightly flushed. He Buried his face in the crook of your neck as he did that you slung you left arm over his shoulder as the other one stroked his hair in a way of apologizing for pulling his mask off.You say closer in his lap and he wrapped his arms around you like protecting you from the world. "M'sorry for pulling your mask down." "no no, you're good." "I love you!" You smiled while kissing his forehead, "i love you too babygirl."

(AN: i know that wasn't much but i couldn't think of anything for this guy, sorry)

Todoroki

You know the beating thing in your chest? Well forget it and give it to todoroki because he needs all the love he can get! He may not have had the best childhood so he needs all of your love and affection so please love him.i

(AN: you both are aged up and living in your own house)

You two live together with todoroki, and you at moment is cooking soba for icy-hot. "Shōto! soba's done!"  You call out, and just like that he's already there ready to eat! "Thank you baby, smells delicious." He states as his arms snake around your waist and kisses you on the cheek, as you giggle and made a bowl for todo."Hehe! Thank you baby!" You hand him the bowl and head to the kitchen table, he clasped his hands together "Thank you for the food." He says with a small smile on his face, he took his chopsticks and took a bite, "mm! thish tashtsh really gud!" You giggled at his cheeks where full of his favorite food, "Shō! don't talk with your mouth full!" Scolded him as he scarfed down the rest of the food, "here,I'll get you a cup of tea."

You walked back into the kitchen as you got the kettle of water ready for boiling. Todoroki snuck up behind you as you put the kettle on the stove, you turned around to find yourself trapped in todoroki's arm's securely . "Shōto? What are you doing?" You questioned cocking your head to the side, " just wrap you arms around my neck, ok?" "O-ok." You obeyed his order and dis so as he lifted you up on his arms and sat you down on the counter of the island and kisses you passionately as his hands wondered around your body I still they found your hips, you slid your tongue out for him to slide his in. You quietly moaned as his tongue messed with inside of your mouth. You pulled away as you both huffed for air, he pulled you in again. You grabbed his hair as he kissed your jaw, then your neck until he reached the bottom of your neck, he shrugged off you shirt and bit your collar bone, you griped his hair tighter as he sucked harder. 

Then he let go as he picked you back up and walked you to the bed you both shared and Laid you down and gently placed his head on Your stomach. "Love you shōu!~" You laced your fingers in his bi-colored hair. " I love you too baby girl." He lightly smiled and nuzzled into your stomach which made you giggle.

AN: sorry that shouji's didn't turn out like the rest!! I just couldn't think of anything for him!! Lemme know if you did want that and i'll be sure to make one if i can!

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Kirishima Eijirou 

Being as bright and cheery and literally sunshine incarnate as he is, not many people really recognize that Kirishima can be just as insecure about himself as any other person. While he does, for the most part, always keep his head held up high and pushes right back up from any losses, there are times where he isn’t all that confident in his quirk or his ability to use it.

Unfortunately for him, it’s the times when he’s actively trying to be impressive or show off when he ends up messing up the most, and the only person he ever tries to impress is you.

His apparent crush on you wasn’t exactly a secret, whenever he was with Bakugou and the rest of his friends they couldn’t have a single damn conversation without him somehow connecting it to how beautiful and talented you are. Still, he was pretty sure that at least you hadn’t figured it out yet, which was good because that meant he could show off without you knowing the reason he was showing off for.

Then again, with all the mistakes that happened when he was trying to impress you, he wouldn’t exactly call it showing off. Every ballsy challenge against Bakugou or unplanned fancy attack ended up with him on his ass or face first on the ground, and since he always planned out these ‘impressive’ ventures when he was sure you were watching, you saw every one of his failures and he was left shamefully picking himself up from the ground.

You never saw his mistakes as failures like he did though, you always saw them as amazing acts of bravery or passion, I mean not many people had the guts to even ask Bakugou to spar, so you always thought that his bravery on top of every other adorable aspect of him made him someone you could hardly take your eyes off of, regardless of if he was doing some crazy training or not.

Honestly, it was kind of ridiculous that the two of you weren’t together already because half the class knew that you liked him and the other knew that he liked you, it just seemed like no one on one said had ever mentioned the fact to anyone on the other. The same went for the two of you personally as well, since you both fell for each other, but never actually thought to do anything about it.

Not only was it ridiculous, but to some (cough, Bakugou, cough), it was pretty damn annoying. Whenever you’d end up eating lunch or something with the Bakusquad, the secondhand embarrassment was almost unbearable. There were so many awkward side glances and unnoticed flirting attempts going on between the two of you and it drove Bakugou nuts because he, along with everyone else, had to sit there and watch, wondering how neither of you noticed that one of you was freakin’ nuts over the other and vice versa.

There were a few times where Bakugou almost outed one of you to the other, but luckily Kaminari was there to shout over him loud enough so no one heard him grumble out “Why don’t the two of you just fuck already, fucking jesus.” or something like that.

It was during one of these times where Kirishima was sheepishly explaining to you that he felt so behind in developing his ‘lame quirk’ compared to you and you responded (practically yelling) with a long winded remark about how manly and incredible his quirk was along with some comments about his bravery and blah blah blah. When Kirishima opened his mouth and began a speech of his own aimed towards you, Bakugou literally leaned over the table, grabbed him by the tie on his uniform, and very seriously snarled in his face, saying “Just fucking ask her out already so the rest of us don’t have to listen to this crap.”

Bakugou wasn’t trying to be quiet or anything, but he was slightly surprised when everyone at the table looked at him with shock as he sat back down and crossed his arms over his chest before letting out a defiant huff.

“What? I was just saying what everyone was fuckin’ thinking, morons.”

“….What?”

It was when he heard your voice say that simple, little single worded question when a blush began to bloom over Kirishima’s cheeks and he looked at Bakugou like a superhero looking at a villain who just revealed his secret identity to the world. He figured that he might eventually confess to you, but with Bakugou throwing out a comment like that, it didn’t seem like he could really lie his way out of this and just say Bakugou was joking around, especially since he could feel just how hot his cheeks had gotten and he knew there was no hiding his obvious embarrassment.

Thankfully, when Kaminari saw the look on Kirishima’s face, he quickly made up some bullshit comment saying he thought he heard Deku talking shit about Bakugou somewhere before he forcibly dragged him off, knowing damn well he was about to get his ass kicked, but he was just that great of a friend.

When it was just the two of you left sitting across from one another, you looking at Kirishima with wide eyes while awaiting some sort of explanation, he couldn’t help but scratch at the back of his head nervously before speaking up.

“I guess that cat’s sorta out of the bag, huh..”

He continued on explaining that he in fact did have a crush on you, stumbling over his words a few times and barely making eye contact out of fear that if he did, he’d only see a look of disappointment on your face.

That being said, he was surprised to see your eyes sparkling and your lips slightly parted in surprise with a blush of your own dusting your cheeks when he finally got the courage to look you in the eyes. By the end of your own explanation, explaining that you liked him too, he had a grin on his face that nearly stretched from ear to ear.

He could hardly contain his excitement and before he even had a chance to think about what he was saying, he enthusiastically asked if you’d let him take you out for coffee or something some time. Despite your confession though, he was still a bit nervous about the whole thing and he quickly followed up by reassuring you that you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to and all that. Before he could even finish his sentence, however, you were already happily scribbling out your number on a napkin before handing it over to him and confirming that you’d be happy to go out on a date with him.

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