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Chapter 10 (2/2) - Kirishima’s “roomies forever” party!

Summary: Is it gay to sleep in the same bed as your bro? What about getting married to him?

Warnings: Swear words, KiriBaku centered chapter (NOT platonic)

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“Did you fuck before coming here?!” Katsuki yells right as you two stumble through the door. You thought you did a good job at putting Izuku together after your shenanigans but it’s not like you can magically make his swollen lips disappear.

“Kacchan! No! Uhm… we just… kissed a little bit, that’s all.” Izuku’s face is red as the tomato in your little garden thanks to the fact that Katsuki’s yelling made every single person in the room look towards you two.

“Oh my god, is it finally official? You and Y/N?” Mina perks up right away.

“Took them fucking long enough.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and you can’t help but notice that these guys have their own version of “smart casual” because… well…

Katsuki’s dress shirt is messy and his shirt is only half buttoned. Eijirou’s shirt is literally used as a cape. Kaminari looks like a mafia boss. He even has a fancy fedora. Shinsou didn’t even bother to put a dress shirt on he’s just chilling in his hero suit, clearly still on the call. Momo went all out and she looks absolutely stunning in her black dress, Todoroki is wearing the same style as her. He looks like a prince from another era. You don’t need to ask how their first date went after the camp to know those two are a thing now. Those are just a few examples.

“Let them be, Katsuki.” Eijirou puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder to calm him down. “Now that everyone is here, let’s start the celebration!” Kirishima yells and the whole gang sits down on the massive sofa.

Okay, let’s stop here for a second. Let’s talk about Katsuki and Eijirou’s place a little bit.

First of all, this place looks absolutely amazing and you can certainly tell who was in charge for decorating the different rooms because the open kitchen is minimalistic and super clean while the living room is full of pictures, knick knacks and colorful little things. There are pictures about their friends, their family but it’s mostly about the two living here; there are Polaroids all over the place, probably taken by Izuku on their camping trips then there is one long strip of them, probably from a Photo Booth - Eijirou is kissing Katsuki’s cheek while the other rolls his eyes annoyedly.

Wait…

“Ahh, you haven’t been here before! Let me give you a tour.” Eijirou literally pulls you away from the picture with his cheeks tinted pink. He puts a glass of champagne in your hand and ushers you to the other end of the room. “So this this is the living room and the kitchen, obviously. The door in front of you leads to the garden and the sauna which is a separate little building on the side. Then you have the gym room here, guest room here…”

“Wait, that’s Kacchan’s bedroom.” Izuku jumps into Eijirou’s sentence, utterly confused.

“Oh, we made it into a gym a few months ago, I was out of space in my bedroom.” The redhead retorts like it’s no biggie.

“Where does Kacchan sleep then?”

“In my room or the guest room. Depends if he’s grumpy or not.”

You can barely conceal your shit eating grin as you look at your boyfriends defeated face.

“Oh, so you… redid your room with two beds and stuff? Is Kacchan okay with sharing his personal space like that?” Izuku tries to save himself but by the confused look on Eijirou’s face, he’s not gonna win.

“Uhm, no, he kinda slept in my bed all the time anyway so his room was never really used…”

“Okay, stop gossiping.” Katsuki takes over as Eijirou starts to stumble over his own words out of embarrassment. “Yes, I sleep in the same bed as Ei. Then what? That room was fucking cold.”

“Oh, that’s why you cuddle me so much?”

Izuku almost chokes on his drink. This is the best day of your life.

“Duh. You are a fucking furnace. Perfect for my needs.”

“You okay, man?” Eijirou pats Deku’s back a few times to help him with out.

“Yeah, uhm… I just didn’t realize you have such a… close relationship… uhm, do you mind if I have a moment with Sweet Pea in the garden? I think I need some fresh air.” Izuku literally runs out the door before even waiting for an answer.

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“Okay, did you guys talk about this behind my back? Is this a prank? And if not, how did I miss this? Actually, why did they not tell me? Am I not Kacchan’s friend? Am I not important enough to…” Izuku starts to mutter right away.

“Izuku, calm down.” You giggle as you pull him closer. “No, I did not tell them anything and I swear I have nothing to do with this even if it is actually a prank. I’m just as surprised as you are. Not about then sleeping in the same bed but about the fact that they admit it.”

“Oh my god, I feel like my whole world just turned upside down, Sweets. They are my best friends…”

“Calm your pretty tits, maybe they just sleep in the same bed to save some space. Don’t think too much about it for now.”

It’s so hard not to yell “I WAS RIGHT”. So fucking hard.

“Did you really need to comment on my tits? I know this shirt is a little bit too tight…”

“I had to. I like it. Now let’s get back, it looks like Eijirou is about to make a speech.”

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“I’m so glad so many of you managed to get the night off. I know Hitoshi, Ochako and Iida has to go soon so I’ll do this now instead of waiting until the end of the night.” Eijirou starts his speech in his now buttoned shirt. He even managed to get a tie from somewhere. He looks weirdly anxious compared to his usual, bubbly self. “Katsuki and I have been through a lot together… hell, we’ve all been. We fought a war, we got hurt, we lost people who were close to us, we cried, we smiled, we re-learned how to live a normal life together.” The whole team nods at that, their faces already teary as Eijirou goes on. “Katsuki saved me from myself. I hated who I was, I hated my quirk but Katsuki slapped me in the face and made me believe that even I can achieve big things if I try hard enough. Uhm… how was it again?” Eijirou pulls out a little paper from his pocket to take a look and the whole gang laughs. “Duh, of course I had to memorize this, I ain’t a fucking Coelho. So back to what I was about to say… yeah, so… it has been 7 years since we moved in together and I still remember the day Katsuki told me that I have no choice but to move in with him after graduation. I was terrified but also so fucking happy because while I was extremely excited to be a hero and love my own life I just couldn’t see myself without him by my side. I was afraid that I’ll loose contact with all of you. But here we are, the Bakusquad, still together. But… Kats, can you come over here?”

Katsuki looks like a deer in the headlights as Mina ushers him to stand up and go over with a knowing smile on her face. Katsuki stands right next to Eijirou who looks at him like he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Uhm… I fucking forgot what I was about to say but you know what, fuck it.” Eijirou mutters with tears in his eyes. Izuku looks mortified. “I feel like I have everything I wanted as a teen; I have a beautiful flat I’m sharing with my best friend, I have the greatest friends and the greatest job. But there is one thing I don’t have; a partner who I know will be with me until death pulls us apart.”

The whole gang goes silent. Izuku chokes on his drink again.

“The fuck are you…” Katsuki is about to yell at him, offended, but Kirishima stops him by putting his palm on his mouth.

“Katsuki. We’ve been living together for 7 years and while I know I’m being selfish right now but…” Eijirou GOES DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE. “Can you promise me you’ll be my roommate forever?”

Mina cries like a baby while the rest of the gang gawks at the two bozos, completely dumbfounded. You have no idea how to react. Izuku.exe has stopped working completely next to you.

“Eijirou, what the actual fuck are you doing right now?!” Katsuki mumbles with a red face.

“I’m asking you to be my roommate forever? Is that weird? I thought it’s really manly…”

“Eijirou, you just went down and one knee and proposed to me. Look at Iida’s confused fucking face! Deku is having a stroke!” Katsuki yells at the puppy eyed redhead who looks so gobsmacked you kinda want to hug him.

“That wasn’t my intention, but like… I do have a ring too…”

“You have a what.”

Momo gaps dramatically in the background. You try your best not to laugh.

“A ring. A roomies forever ring.” Eijirou takes out a really expensive ring box from his pocket with a sad face. Katsuki is about to explode. So is Deku.

“Well, first of all, fuck you.” Katsuki yells at the poor guy again. “Because I also have a fucking ring. So now we have two.”

Well, that’s a fucking plotwist, innit?!

“What…?!”

“… And it’s not like I’m gonna get a fucking boyfriend or a girlfriend if I sleep in your fucking bed so we might as well just get fucking married.”

“OHMYFUCKINGGODIMHYPERVENTILLATINGIFUCKINGKNEWIT”

Uhm, that was Mina. You didn’t really understand a single world but she’s clearly fucking excited.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou gets down on one knee too. He takes out an even more expensive ring and he doesn’t even wait for Eijirou to get out of his stupor before he shoves the ring on Eijirou’s finger. “You are stuck with me now. For fucking ever just how you wanted. I hate you for doing this right in front of everyone by the way, I wanted to do this after everyone leaves.”

“Kats…”

This is when Izuku absolutely loses his shit. You can see it in his eyes.

Because the next moment, Eijirou jumps into Katsuki’s arms and kisses him on the lips right in front of everyone. And the kiss doesn’t look like it’s the first one they’ve ever shared.

You don’t have the heart to be giddy about being right because Izuku looks absolutely heartbroken by the sight.

“Let’s go home.” Izuku stands up abruptly. You try to pull him back on the sofa but he’s relentless.

“Don’t make a scene. I know you are mad, but don’t ruin this for them.”

Katsuki, being the perceptive guy he is, looks up at you two right away. He doesn’t need to say anything to Eijirou because just as he takes a look at you two he lets Katsuki go, probably knowing this conversation is a must.

“Izuku, come with me. You too.” Katsuki sighs while the others make their ways to congratulate Eijirou for staying alive after all the shit he just pulled.

You really want to congratulate the two and tell them you shipped them before they went official but seeing Izuku’s face right now, half a second from crying, you decide to just go after Katsuki, pulling the frozen greenhead after you. You two end up in the garden and Katsuki sits down on the bench with a frown on his face; he’s clearly trying his best to choose his words properly and not make the situation worse.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Katsuki murmurs with his hands deep in his hair, clearly just as frustrated as Izuku himself. “You know I’m not into the whole… love thing and this… this is new. Well, almost… ah fuck, this is so awkward.” He sighs. “5 years ago… We… did some stuff. I was telling Eijirou about me not understanding what’s the big deal about kissing. I was twenty and still a virgin and I was just… fed up. And it escalated. Then we never talked about it ever again… until you called us, crying about how you don’t want to loose your Sweet Pea and then Eijirou told you the whole story and said he… he loves me and honestly, I was feeling the same or whatever so we… decided to… just be together and stop pretending that we are not… attracted to each other. Honestly, not a lot of things has changed since then, I used to sleep in his bed for years anyway. We were… a couple without even realizing it.”

“I didn’t even know you are gay, Katsuki.” Izuku mutters with tears in his eyes. You really want to hug him.

“Don’t fucking call me Katsuki! And it’s no one’s business! I haven’t told the hag either. I didn’t think I’ll ever be in a situation when it matters. Also, I don’t think I’m gay. I’ve never cared about anyone this way except for him. Never. I already said sorry so stop looking at me like I pulled Auntie Inko’s hair and be my best fucking man when this shit escalates.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble in a high pitched voice. Oh my god, this is happening. Oh my…

“Me?” Izuku freezes, for the third time today.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck else? You are my fucking nerdy, annoying brother from another mother, of course it needs to be you.”

Izuku cries a river. Literally. You decide to leave these two alone after seeing Deku moving into Katsuki’s personal space and hugging him, because even though you know the two don’t mind your presence when it comes to emotional stuff, hell, Katsuki literally opened up to you on the first day, but somehow, this felt so intimate you started to feel like an intruder.

You make your way back inside and Eijirou clocks you right away; he smiles from the other side of the room, his face so happy it makes your heart melt just from looking at him.

“Talk about surprises, right?” He scratches the back of his head self-deprecatingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I knew this the first moment I’ve met you two. I’ve been teasing Izu with it for ages.” You give him a cheeky grin back.

“Will he be okay?” The conversation is suddenly turning serious; Kirishima’s smile disappears for a second, worry etched all over his face as he waits for your answer. Katsuki not telling Izuku is one thing but Eijirou? You have no idea how the guy managed to keep this a secret for so long. It must have been terrible, Eijirou is all about gossip on a usual day and he wears his heart on his sleeves every single second.

“I’m not going to lie, he was really upset, but Katsuki just asked him to be his best man, and now he’s crying like a baby in his arms, so…”

For your surprise, Eijirou starts ugly crying just as you finish your sentence.

“That’s so manly, goddamnit!” It only takes him half a second to crush into you, suffocating you with his massive body, absolutely not bothered by your terrified yelp as you try to breathe and fail.

Well… today was full of surprises, that’s for sure, but you are so happy to be able to live such a wonderful and exciting life, a life full of surprises and love and oh fuck, how did you get so lucky?

It’s really hard not to start stressing about what comes next; life has been way too kind to you and everything is so perfect but… life can’t be this is easy, can it? Something must be on the way, something bad, something dark and menacing but you decide to hide this terrible thought under the hypothetical rug in your mind palace for now, knowing that whatever comes your way, if these people are still by your side, it can’t be that bad.

… this is what you thought back then. That it can’t be that bad… but life had other plans for you two.

The pink clouds shattered with the static of the TV, with the constant buzz of your phone. With Eijirou’s trembling voice, trying to stay strong for you.

You didn’t know there is a New Era coming your way, one that will probably be called a horrific name in the history books, something dramatic, something easy to remember, but terrible nonetheless.

Something like… the falling of the Number One.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Mina was wearing an extremely short skirt and a tank top that barely hid anything. In case you wondered. She’s cool like that.

- Why did they remake Katsuki’s room into the gym and not the guest room? Because they literally came up with that idea after they officially got together so they knew that room won’t be used anymore. There is an extra I have half-written if you guys want to know the full story behind those two so please leave a comment if you want me to post it in the future!

- In the original script they didn’t actually engage in this chapter, or at least not in front of everyone. Katsuki was supposed to pull Eijirou into his room and yell at him about his “easy to misinterpret” actions but he would’ve said yes to the proposal anyway but play dumb through the whole night and deny it, making the whole gang confused about what the fuck is going on but then as you know, my characters have a mind of their own and this happened. I remember making a dramatic gasp when Katsuki pulled out another ring because I genuinely didn’t know that’s gonna happen lol should I see a doctor? I probably should. 😂

- While I have the next chapter written already it might be a bit late and the reason is that I want to have the next one ready so you guys don’t need to wait for longer than a week for it because uhm… it ends with a massive cliffhanger. So get tissues and book an appointment with your therapist if you have one. If not, find one. Or don’t read it until the next one is out. That’s probably cheaper. I’m sorry in advance. My bestie @porusuniverse already read the chapter and I’m quite sure she almost had a meltdown by the end of it. 😂😇

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elmouwus · 2 years

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♡ chapter one • zuzu’s smile ♡

year 3! izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki x f! midnights daughter! reader

summary – Y/N retells the story of how she met, fell in love, & broke up with izuku midoriya to her new classmates

warnings – fluff.

3021 words xx.

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Midoryia was flustered and in shock, one minute he was arguing with Todoroki about being All Might's love child and now he was fighting for a seat next to Y/N at lunch. He hadn't seen her in so long that he didn't even know what to say to her, and here he thought he had grown from his small 13 year old emotional self again, yet here he was.. flustered and mumbling to himself. He thought back to the scene from earlier this morning.

"LoVeRs?!" The entire class rang out together staring at Y/N and the three boys in disbelief. The three boys were just as confused as the class was, how could they not have known that they all dated the same girl at some point?

"Bakubro I knew you were a sly dog but I didn't think you were THAT sly," Kirishima said, standing up patting Bakugo's shoulder who pushed him off.

"You guys are gods," Mineta said in awe.

"You guys all seem so fun," Y/N said, laughing.

'Her laugh,' all three boys thought, 'I've missed it.'

"Y/N, if I can call you that," Mina interjected as she stood up and stood near the pop star who she received a nod from, "how are you a past lover of ALL THREE of UA's Big Three?"

Y/N smiled, "well," she squished Midoriya's freckled face, "I dated Zuzu here when I was 13," she moved over to Bakugo who was on the other side of Todoroki, "Kats here, I dated when I was 15," she then turned and looked at Todoroki, "and Sho, well we dated when I was 16."

Y/N walked a bit away from the boys and looked at the three in awe, she looked just as love stricken as the three boys, "they're my boys," she said with a soft smile and a happy sigh. Even after the explanation the three boys were still very confused.

'Of course someone as cool as she is would date Shoto and Kacchan,' Midoriya thought as he came back to the conversation happening in front of him. He had unfortunately lost the war with Bakugo for the seat next to Y/N, who had growled at him like a dog. So, he ended up sitting in front of her, Todoroki being on her other side. Mina sat next to Midoriya and was the one mainly speaking to Y/N as the majority of the class had fought to sit at her table along with the rest of the school when they realized Princess Aika was in their cafeteria.

Luckily, the Big Three were ultimately her guard dogs, nobody would be able to get too close to her with UA's Big Three guarding her, especially with Bakugo's famous growl and glare. Fortunately, with Y/N's sweet ‘Princess Aika’ voice she was able to convince people that she would give them autographs at lunch tomorrow. Sitting with her she had learned were her three boys, along with Ejirou who was next to Kats and Momo who was next to Sho, and across from her was Tenya, Yuga, with Zuzu in the middle, then Mina and Denki. She had practically forced everyone to drop formalities as she hated it and felt like it was a barrier to their up and coming friendships together.

Mina had mainly done the talking and asking, as many people weren't able to get anything in edgewise as she was way too excited to hear how her idol had dated the three hottest guys at UA and still had them wrapped around her finger. Before Mina could ask her another question Katsuki cut her off, "Raccoon Eyes how about you let someone else ask a question for once, huh?!"

Mina blew her cheeks up with air and pouted as Katsuki adjusted and faced Y/N, his arm on the back of her chair, "so you wanna explain how you somehow dated me, but also dated these two dweebs? Especially stupid Deku over here?"

Izuku rolled his eye and pouted as Y/N slapped Katsuki's arm, "don't you talk about him that way, you big bull-"

"No it's okay, Bunny, Kacchan is always like this," Izuku says, rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N stared at him for a second, finally getting the chance to take in his 'new' appearance. His hair was still fluffy but obviously taken better care of than when she last saw him, as his curls were now defined, as if he started taking care of them, but he did have an undercut. He had gotten much taller and buffer and his style changed too, he had piercings and his nails were painted black, she had to admit in her eyes he wasn't her cute little Zuzu anymore, he was her hot and grown up Zuzu.

"BuNnY?!" The table asked loudly, making Izuku and Y/N both laugh softly.

"Zuzu I don't care how he usually is, your appearance may have changed but I see you're still too nice to stand up for yourself," she said the last part softly before looking at Katsuki, "you better not call him that again."

"Not gonna happen," he grumbled at her as he slouched back in his chair. Before she could continue her argument with him, Shoto had interjected, "Snowflake?"

She turned towards him with a soft smile, "yes Sho?"

"Even though Bakugo is being a dick, could you answer the question? I'm very curious and confused about this to be honest."

"Oh yes, please tell us how you dated all three of them?" Mina and Denki both said with large smiles.

"Oh sure," Aika smiled, "I wonder where I'd start, they're all pretty long stories."

"How about the beginning," Momo suggested. Ejirou agreed with her, "yeah, start there."

"Maybe we should just let Miss. Kayama eat," Tenya said, trying to be helpful.

"Ida! I told you to call me Y/N, please drop the formalities, we're all gonna be very good friends, I just know it. Anyways.. the beginning.. I guess that starts off with Zuzu," she smiled brightly, "he was my very first boyfriend. I know how hot he looks now but I'm sure you all know how cute he was just a few years ago. What a shame I missed puberty hitting huh?" She said, licking her lips.

Izuku gulped as his face turned red, he felt like he was his 13 year old self all over again, all thanks to Y/N.

"I met Izuku when I was about 13, we went to different schools but we lived in the same neighborhood.. That's when Mom and I were keeping a low profile because of a rise in villain attacks against heroes and their families. I met him at the local creek..."

13 year old Y/N was currently practicing her gymnastics on a log that was over a creek. Ever since the move she wasn't able to be with her uncles and god fathers as she usually would to stay occupied but thanks to the rise of hero family deaths she had to stay clear of them to protect herself and them. So here she was, in the middle of the woods practicing gymnastics alone.

She was currently doing a handstand and just as she was flipping out of it, she heard a yell, "be careful!"

But it was too late, she had slipped on moss and found herself falling into the creek below. As she fell, it felt like it took forever. She spent the time wondering if she was going to die, what a gruesome thing to think at 13 but in the world she lived in people of all ages died under all circumstances. She thought, 'how embarrassing of a death this would be.' and just as she thought she might've landed on a rock or a sharp branch, she landed on a scrawny body.

"Ow," they both grumbled as they separated from each other, she stood up and then looked down at her savior, a boy about her age with a ball of fluffy green hair.

He was standing up himself, "that sure hurt."

"Of course it did, you just used your body as a safety net," she said, wiping herself off, "your quirk couldn't be used to help me out?'

The green haired boy wiped the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his face, "I-I don't have my quirk yet, but I couldn't have just let you fall. So I just did what I thought was best."

"That was incredibly stupid," she said causing the boy to frown but then she started smiling, "but very brave, thank you for being my hero."

The boy smiled at the girl , "yo-you're welcome, of-of course! How about we get out of the woods now?"

Y/N smiled and nodded following him out of the woods. It was clear the boy was flustered, how could he not be, this pretty girl just called him brave and a hero.. her hero.

The two sat in silence for a while which made her break it, "Well?"

Izuku looked at her confused, "what?"

"Shouldn't I know my hero's name?"

"Oh haha, I forgot about that. S-sorry about my manners, I'm Izuku Midoriya!"

"That's such a cute name," she smiled at her hero, "I'm Y/N."

"N-no last name?"

"That's classified information Zuzu," she said, winking causing the boy to blush even more. It was rare that a girl his age would be flirting with him, let alone talking to him.

The two talked as they walked and finally reached the entrance/exit, she looked at him, "how about you meet me here tomorrow cutie?"

Izuku smiled widely, she was so sweet, "S-sure, of-of course! After school?"

"Sure," she smiled, "see you tomorrow Zuzu."

"... and everyday after that I met him at that creek for about a year," Y/N said with a soft smile, she looked at Izuku, "he's changed a lot on the outside but just by looking at him right now I can tell that he's the same Zuzu," she reached over the table and caressed his face causing the table to awe, except for the three boys, Katsuki and Shoto were too busy being jealous that it wasn't them she was admiring while Izuku was flustered. He felt younger all over again, a puddle just for Y/N.

"How'd you get together though, that was just how you met," Mina said, interrupting their moment, making Izuku glare at the pink girl who stuck her tongue out at him making him do the same revealing his tongue piercing making Y/N gasp, "a tongue piercing?!"

"Y/N," Mina said, interrupting, "can you continue please?"

"Oh yeah," Y/N giggled, sitting with her legs up on her chair, leaning them on Shoto leaning her upper half on Katsuki while she spoke, making them both smile softly.

"It was so cute, we were at the creek.."

13 year old Y/N was snacking on her last baby carrot while she sat next to a 13 year old Izuku. The two were at their spot in the woods, next to the creek they met at, they had been meeting there for about 2 months at this point.

Y/N's snacking was interrupted when Izuku spoke, "B-Bunny, I- I have a question for you."

"Shoot Zuzu," Aika said with a small smile.

"S-so I was kinda wondering if- if y-you would mayb-"

"Izuku please spit it out already," she said, touching his hand with a small laugh.

"Okay.. Would you be my g-girlfriend, please," Izuku said, standing up and looking at her with a face of determination. Y/N stared at him, before she spoke Izuku cut her off, "unless you don't wanna," he rubbed the back of his neck, "you.. you're just so cool Bunny, and I just wanna be cool with you."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he lost when Y/N started speaking, "Zuzu, I- I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"WHAT?!"

"You gave me your sweater the other day and I accepted. Is that not how it works?" Y/N asked him, standing up as well with a face of confusion.

"N-No it's not."

"Oh," she sat down and laughed. Years of not socializing with non Pro Hero kids was having some wear and tear on her brain, "well then yes, I will be your girlfriend."

Y/N laughed with the rest of the table, "and we started officially dating after that, for about a year. It was so great."

"So," Yuga started, "if things were so good, why'd you break up, Mademoiselle?"

Y/N looked across the table and reached her hand out and caressed Izuku's hand, "in the last few months of middle school, Zuzu stopped coming around so much, even his mom wasn't sure what was going on. I wanted to talk things out but," her hands moved down to her lap and she caressed her own instead, "I couldn't seem to find him, so when I got the chance to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, it wasn't that hard to end things, I thought that he hated me anyways.. So on the day we broke up we finally talked..."

It had been months since Y/N and Izuku had a decent moment together.. he had even missed her birthday. But she finally had her chance to become a star like she wanted, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So there she sat in his room waiting for him so they could talk, as Inko had let her right in.

She waited for him as she swung back and forth in his desk chair, after hours of waiting Izuku finally came into the room. He dropped his bag and then screamed as he saw Y/N sitting in his room, "B-BUNNY WHAT'RE Y-YOU DOING HERE?"

"To talk," she said softly, "We... we need to break up."

"W-what?"

"I got an opportunity to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, and we haven't seen each other a lot anyways.."

"But that's be-because I've been training.. I'm sorry, I'll do anything."

"You couldn't train with me there? Or at least made an attempt to invite me?"

"Th-that's because-"

"I'm sorry Zuzu.. but I'm getting on a plane in the next few days and I won't have my phone for a while.. I just.. I think it's best. There isn't any changing my stance on this so please.." At this point both of them were crying, "just.. just promise me something."

"Please.. I'd do anything for you," Izuku said, wiping his tears and walking over to Y/N, holding her hand.

"Promise me that you'll always be my hero.. and that you'll never stop loving what you love most."

"You're what I love most," he sniffled. She laughed softly, "then do that, and never stop smiling. I wanna find your smile in my crowds when I get famous."

Y/N wiped a tear she hadn't known fell and went back to holding Izuku's hand, "and I can tell that he kept all of those promises.. even after all of this time. I'll never forget my Zuzu’s smile."

The table minus the two jealous boys awed while Katsuki softly grabbed Y/N’s wrist causing her to sit back down all the way and chuckle, much to Izuku's dismay, as Katsuki spoke, "enough about st-,” Y/N glared, causing him to sigh and correct himself, "Deku. How about you tell them about our epic love story," he says smirking at her. Y/N giggled as she caressed Katsuki's face, "sure Kats."

"I would love to hear about how Bakubro got to date a babe idol like you," Ejirou exclaimed, getting agreed nods and responses from the rest of the table.

"How did I get to date her? You saying I can't pull bitches, Shitty Hair?" Katsuki yelled as he stood up.

The whole table laughed, causing him to get more mad, "what're you extras laughing at," he asked as his hands started sparking causing Y/N to stand and grab his arm, "Teddy Bear," she said softly almost angelic like, “you know not to play with your food.” He rolled his eyes before smirking, “so I can just kill them instantly?” He asked as he turned to look at her.

She laughed, “how about later, can’t let them die not knowing about how we feel in love.”

She smiled at him and he scoffed but sat down in agreement, “you’re all lucky to live another day.”

"Please please tell us how you and Bakugo got together," Denki begged, "I absolutely have to hear this story."

"I agree," Momo nodded and leaned into the table to listen in better, "I'm rather intrigued by it."

She let go of Katsuki and smiled at her new friends, "right of course! Well, I met Katsuki wh-"

Y/N was interrupted by the sound of the bell which made her laugh, "guess it's a story for another time."

The table stood up and all of the students started walking together, Izuku and Shoto on both of Y/N's sides almost as soon as they began walking, while Katsuki sat at the table angry.

"Now how in the fuck does stupid Deku get the entire lunch hour and I have to wait," he said angrily before getting alerted by Y/N's sweet voice, "Kats are you coming or what," she asked as she turned to look at him with a large smile, the other two boys waiting as well.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled as he stood up, rolling his eyes.

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martian-writes · 7 months

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They Fell in Love in October

May: Right as rain June: Summer Loving July: Realization

Chapter 3: The storm hits

May 2xxx

Speaking to Izuku alone proved to be difficult. Katsuki was becoming restless over Izuku's lack of presence. And honestly? Emi missed Izuku.

Guilt was eating her alive. She had to tell Katsuki what she had done.

She texted Katsuki and let him know they had to talk when he got home from work. She was determined to fix it, even if Katsuki got upset with her for asking such a question. For making Izuku not to want to be around.

She missed her friend, she missed when they could hang out and have self care days. But most importantly she missed seeing the way Katsuki glowed when Izuku was around, after they hung out. How he'd be happy for days.

It was like the gods heard her prayers because when she arrived home, Izuku sat outside the apartment door, head hung. She rushed to him concerned that something bad happened to him.

"Izuku??" She called as she crouched in front of him and when he looked up. He flung himself into her arms "Izu, what's the matter honey"

"I miss you" he whispered "Im sorry"

She was shocked, what did he have to be sorry for?

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry ive been avoiding you and Kacchan" he said "Your question caught me so off guard. I felt.. I thought that maybe you thought I was going to make moves on Kacchan... so i gave you guys space, gave kacchan and you space"

He hugged her tighter and she could only return the hug.

"I'm sorry" she said "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. It was just curiosity. I dont think youd do something like that"

She squeezed him. Not knowing how to explain why she asked without confessing for Katsuki, who by the way had no idea he had feelings for the man she was hugging.

"Y-you just seem to light up a lot more around Katsuki, more than you do around Shindo '' she said "I thought maybe you had a crush. I wouldn't be upset if you did. He lights up around you too"

She laughs its watery, she is tearing up not because it hurts to say. But it was a breath of fresh air to admit that she wasn't upset that Katsuki was falling for someone else.

Izuku shook his head, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"Emi I could never" he whispered,

He sounded unsure and Emi knew that Izuku was trying to convince himself more than anything. And it made her smile, Katsuki's feelings were reciprocated.

"If you are sure," she answered. "Want to come in? We have a self care night. Order some food"

They pulled away and Izuku smiled "or we can make Kacchan make katsudon"

Emi grinned evilly "Of course we can!"

When Katsuki got home, he was confused at first, but upon sight of Emi doing make up on Izuku he didn't even care anymore.

Emi laughed hard, when Katsuki stuttered and became flustered looking at Izuku with a smokey eye and red lips.

"OI! DID YOU COVER HIS FRECKLES?" Katsuki yelled, gripping Izuku's face.

They were so close, Izuku flushed red and Emi never wanted to so badly shove two people kiss till right then.

People must think she is crazy for this, for not being angry and hurt. How could she be? If what she was witnessing was so beautiful?

"No I did not! Look" Emi replied slapping Katsuki's hands away

"Oh" he said "Good I like them, y-you look nice" Katsuki flushed red from his neck to his ear.

Emi could only giggle as Izuku turned to her eyes widened and as red as a tomato.

How could she be angry and hurt when these two didn't realize their feelings? When these two were helpless...

Emi decided she should help.

June 2xxx

The summer slapped everyone in the face including spring. It wasn't a slow transition into the hot weather like usual summer came in like a wrecking ball, guns blazing.

With summer, Izuku was back. Emi couldn't have been more happy. Katsuki was happy too, more than happy. She and Katsuki didn't even speak that day. They didn't need to, everything was back to normal.

Currently they were on the roof of their building, using the pool.

"KACCHAN DON'T LET ME GO" Izuku screamed, clinging to Katsuki for life.

Katsuki was trying to teach Izuku how to swim.

"I'm not nerd" Katsuki laughed

Emi was reading a book in the shade, while watching the idiots in love play in the water.

Izuku had been spending a lot of time with them, Emi wasn't complaining. But Emi could tell Izuku was avoiding someone.

Izuku's phone was vibrating next to her and she looked up to see the two staring intensely into each other's eyes. Izuku was wet and by the grin on Katsuki's face she could tell he was the cause.

Gods how she wanted them to kiss. She thought at the time she might've been sick for wanting her boyfriend to kiss someone else. But looking back now she just wanted them happy, she wanted Katsuki happy.If you asked why she stayed if she knew, she would just shrug. She had not known why she stayed, but she likes to think it was to make sure they got together.

Like a fairy godmother of love.

The phone was vibrating again and she hated that she had to ruin the moment but if it was important she didn't want Izuku to miss it.

"Zu! Your phone is ringing" she yelled holding the object

Both heads snapped to her and Katsuki created distance between them.

Izuku coughed his face slightly red "Oh?? Who is it?"

She squinted as looked "Shindo"

Immediately Izuku rolled his eyes "Let it ring"

"What? Not talking to your lover boy?" Katsuki said with jealousy showing through.

"Not right now, no."

Later they found out Izuku caught Shindo talking with other people online, as if he were in a relationship with them. Katsuki was beyond the word pissed and Emi, she wasn't one for violence but boy she did wanna beat the shit out of Shindo.

Her little sunshine deserved better, he deserved Katsuki.

The brooding storm was just about ready to downpour.

July 2xxx

The storm had finally hit and hit hard. Emi thought it was gone but no. The downpour was here.

For the past few weeks, Katsuki and Izuku had been at odds. For what? Emi had no idea, neither male would tell her about the issue.

She called it a lovers quarrel.

Katsuki called it a friendship fight. Friends fight all the time, but not like this Emi thought.

Izuku said "Kacchan just concerned and I appreciate it but I can make my own choices"

Emi agreed. Izuku was grown, and smart if anyone knew what was best for him was him. She knew Katsuki was concerned for him, it was sweet and endearing but Katsuki needed to back up or it would blow up in his face and she tried to tell him.

Katsuki did not listen, it blew up in his face.

She found Katsuki banging, banging, so hard on Izuku's door one evening after a night out with her friends. She swore he was going to dent it.

"Kats, sweetie, what are you doin?" She questioned

"IZUKU OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR" He roared banging even harder

"Kats!" Emi yelled trying to pull him away.

The door swung open and a done up Izuku stepped out. He looked /pissed/, he flashed Emi a quick smile and then glared at Katsuki.

"Deku, don't tell me you are going on a date with him," Katsuki said.

"So what if i am Katsuki" Izuku said

And Katsuki flinched at the use of his name even Emi flinched. Katsuki has only ever been Kacchan.

"He isn't good for you," Katsuki tried to reason.

Emi then knew what they had been fighting about.

Shindo.

Katsuki's jealousy had finally fully risen to the surface and he could no longer contain it. Katsuki's feelings were overflowing.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME!" Izuku yelled

Katsuki had no words for that. And Izuku looked at Emi with pleading eyes and she grabbed Katsuki.

"Katsuki, lets go" she pulled him toward their apartment

Izuku left without a goodbye. Emi & Katsuki sat in their apartment in awkward silence.

"What was that about?" She asked when the silence felt like it was going to choke her.

"He got back together with Shindo" he answered after a minute of silence

"I gathered that" she said "That's why you've been fighting?"

He nods "He isn't good for him, he might not have cheated physically but emotionally he did and I think that's worst"

Emi agreed. That was worst, but Izuku was a big boy, he could make his own choices. Even if they thought they were bad ones.

"Kats, why does that bother you?"

Katsuki stayed silent before he yelled "Because he isnt going to treat him right. He isnt going to love izuku right!"

"If not Shindo then who?" Emi knew what she was doing when she asked.

There was no better moment to make Katsuki realize his feelings than right now.

The response quick and with no hesitation

"Me".

A beat before Katsuki looked at Emi horrified. Emi smiled tears in her eyes because finally he realized his feelings.

Katsuki and Emi cried that night for hours. Katsuki cried because he felt he had done something wrong, that he had hurt her. She cried because she couldn't have been further from hurt.

She was happy. She wiped his tears with a bright smile

"Remember how you said you always felt like something was missing?" She asked

And he nodded

"It's him. Katsuki. He is the your missing piece"

#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #mha #bhna #bkdk endgame #bkdk fanfic #fluff #mild angst #romance #friends to lovers #Bakugou Katsuki x oringal character #falling in love #alternate universe #no quirks au #happy ending #soft bakugou

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lackyghost · 1 year

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Soulmates are a simple fact of life.

Everyone has a soulmate—some even have more than one.

A soulmate is someone who perfectly completes the life of another.

Oftentimes as lovers, but many simply complete each other in friendship.

No one knows how the soul connections are formed. It’s a universal unknown that no science has ever been able to make sense of. It just happens, and people have accepted it for centuries.

The connection is usually made near adulthood, but occasionally bonds are formed earlier, in a person’s early teen years. Any younger than that is so rare that no one ever expects it, as it means one of the pair has gone through something incredibly traumatic, or, in some cases, has died before the two could meet.

—

Bakugou Katsuki is only eleven when he feels his soul bond come to life. He’s in the middle of class, focusing on the math lesson, when he’s hit with an intense feeling that courses through his entire being, inside and out.

He falls from his desk, his entire body tingling, and he pants heavily as he clutches his chest. The bond overwhelms his senses, burning his heart and soul with a heat that is both pleasant and painful in a way he can feel is wrong.

His teacher rushes over to help him, panic lacing her features. “Katsuki! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Katsuki looks up at her and she gasps and nearly falls over herself. His classmates gather around him then, and their jaws all drop. The soul bonding process is unmistakable, and no one can miss the way that Katsuki’s scarlet irises glow as the connection solidifies itself.

“I’m going to call your parents,” his teacher says.

Katsuki nods weakly, unable to move. He’s not sure what it is, but the burning feeling is like some sort of secondhand ache in his core.

“Kacchan,” his long-time friend and rival, Midoriya Izuku says as he makes his way over. “It’s… it’s your soul bond.”

“No shit, Deku,” Katsuki snaps weakly. He levels the green-haired boy with a glare, but the expression falters when he sees the sadness in the boy’s wide green eyes. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing!” Midoriya says, waving his hands frantically, freckled face flushing a deep red. “I just wanted to see how I could help! I thought you might be hurt at first, but you’re fine. I could help you get your stuff together before your parents get here. I could probably bring you to the nurses office or—”

“Oh my God, shut up,” Katsuki snaps. The soul bonding is calming down slightly, and he pushes himself up to his feet to lean heavily against his desk. “Stop your fucking muttering, nerd.”

“Your father will be here in a few minutes,” the teacher says from the front of the room. “You can gather your things and wait for him by the front doors. You’ll be exhausted for a couple of days while the bond solidifies.”

—

His parents are both anxious and excited when they find out Katsuki’s bond formed so early.

His mother, Mitsuki, tells him that over centuries of recorded soul bonds, there are less than a thousand known cases across the planet where bonds were formed before fourteen.

Katsuki is pleased by that fact, as he has always strived to be the best in everything he does, so knowing his name will be added to such a short list does wonders for his already somewhat inflated ego.

His father, Masaru, is more reserved though, knowing that there’s a possibility the early formation means Katsuki’s soulmate may have passed on. He explains that gently to Katsuki, who brushes him off, refusing to even consider the possibility.

He stays home for three days while his soul bond burns throughout his body in waves. It ripples across his back and shoulders, along his throat and lower face, and he even finds himself crying when the areas under his eyes burn unexpectedly.

During this process, some people receive a soul mark, something like a tattoo that perfectly matches in design and location to their soul mate. Not everyone obtains (or finds) their mark, and Katsuki honestly isn’t sure whether he really wants to have one or not, but he looks.

He has his mother comb through his wild, ash-blonde hair for hidden marks, but nothing is there. He looks his body over multiple times while in the shower, but never finds anything.

He asks his father to check his back for marks that he might’ve missed in the mirror, but it seems that there’s simply nothing visibly different. He tries not to waste too much time on it.

—

When Katsuki goes back to school, the kids are strange around him. Many ask questions that he doesn’t know how to answer, so he just tells them all to fuck off and do a web search if they’re so insistent on getting some fucking answers.

Midoriya, however, is all too eager to answer the questions around him.

“So, have you written messages on your skin yet?” One of his classmates asks. “That just seems so cool! It’s what I’m most excited about!”

Katsuki is about to answer when Midoriya pipes up from his seat. “Actually, soul bonds aren’t always formed at the same time between two people!” The nerd seems weirdly cheerful about that fact. “There can be up to ten years between the bond marking two souls!”

Their nosy classmate gasps. “What!? That’s so cool! Man, Katsuki, I wonder if your soulmate will be someone you already know?”

Katsuki snorts. “I fuckin’ doubt it. I don’t wanna be stuck anywhere near any of you losers.”

“That’s not very nice, Kacchan,” Midoriya says, frowning.

Katsuki sucks in a breath to start yelling at him, but their homeroom teacher walks in and announces that class is starting. Katsuki huffs angrily and turns his gaze back to the front of the class. He struggles to focus on the lesson while he turns over Midoriya’s words, though.

If his soulmate hasn’t gone through their own bonding yet, that could explain why Katsuki hasn’t found a soul mark on his body.

—

Katsuki is eighteen when he’s cornered on his way home from school. A grown ass man shoves him against the alley wall and Katsuki’s useless followers scatter like the goddamned cockroaches they truly are.

“Get the fuck offa me!” Katsuki roars, shoving back against the man.

“Oh, but I like you,” the man says, giving Katsuki a disturbing grin. “You’ve got spunk, kid.”

Katsuki tries to shove the man off, but the asshole has to be nearly 200cm tall, towering over Katsuki’s 172cm frame. He grabs Katsuki’s wrists with one large hand, pinning them above his head.

With his other hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a soaking wet rag. He shoves it harshly against Katsuki’s face, smothering his nose and mouth.

“Kacchan!” A scream echoes down the alleyway, but Katsuki rapidly loses consciousness.

—

When Katsuki wakes up, he’s in a hospital bed. He sits up quickly and an intense pain shoots through his body. Nausea overcomes him and he leans over the side of the bed and vomits on the floor.

“Katsuki!” The familiar voice of his mother reaches his ears.

“What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asks as he turns to look at the other side of the room. Both of his parents are sitting in chairs alongside his bed. They’re lucky that he hadn’t vomited on that side of the bed.

“Oh, son,” Masaru says with a sob. “You’re going to be okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

“The fuck’re you talking about?” Katsuki demands. Breathing hurts and there’s a pain in his shoulder and abdomen that he’s struggling to ignore.

“Honey, go get the nurse,” Mitsuki says to Masaru.

The man nods before rushing out the door. Katsuki smacks his lips and grimaces. Mitsuki hands him a box of tissues and he gratefully snags a few to wipe his mouth off. It doesn’t help.

“You gonna fuckin’ explain?” Katsuki grumbles.

“A man tried to grab you in an alley,” Mitsuki says, fury in her voice that she’s failing to control. “You’re lucky Izuku happened to see it. He called the police and distracted the man after he knocked you out with a rag soaked in chloroform. Kid, there was so much on that rag, you almost drowned in it. The bastard managed to stab you twice. You were in surgery for hours, and you’ve been unconscious for days.”

Katsuki furrows his brow, he remembers everything up to his nickname being called out by the nerd. He looks down at his body, frowning deeply. He’s in a hospital gown, which makes sense. His left shoulder is wrapped in thick bandages, as are his forearms. His mother is about to say more when the door opens and his father reappears behind a bland looking doctor.

“Ah, Katsuki, so good to see you awake!” the doctor says, stepping closer and giving Katsuki a smile. “You’ll be alright, young man. We’re monitoring your vitals very closely. You are fortunate that your friend got to you as quickly as he did.”

“Deku’s not my fucking friend,” Katsuki grumbles.

“Katsuki!” His mother hisses. “He saved your life!”

“She’s right, young man,” the doctor says. “Now, your injuries are severe, as you were stabbed twice, but we managed to patch everything up. Your arms are really scraped up, but nothing is broken. The nurses put a thick layer of ointment on your arms as it’s simply cleaner and easier to wrap over that. You’ll have some pain for a while, we’ll get you something to help with that.”

“When can I go home?” Katsuki asks, scratching absently at his covered arms. It feels like something is under the bandages, and the itchy feeling is growing rapidly.

“Soon, don’t worry,” the doctor says. “We’ll monitor you for a few hours now that you’ve woken up, but I see no problem with you going home tonight after we run a few more tests. You can come back in or see your primary doctor in a week to get the stitches removed.”

“Stop scratching, brat,” Mitsuki scolds, grabbing Katsuki’s wrists.

“They fucking itch,” Katsuki snaps.

“Oh, you can remove those,” the doctor says. “The itchiness is probably from the ointment drying the bandages to your skin. Do you need help removing them?”

Katsuki scoffs. “Fuck no.”

He tunes out the doctor as he starts unravelling the bandages on his left arm. He furrows his brow when he spots something black under them. When he realizes what’s there, his jaw drops and he freezes mid-movement as he stares at the writing on his skin.

He faintly hears his mother gasp, and he doesn’t even struggle against her as she quickly unwraps his arm the rest of the way. Someone else is unwrapping his other arm—the doctor or his father, he doesn’t know and doesn’t care.

Are you okay?

Please be okay!

Fuck, come on, write back! I need to know that you’re okay!

Katsuki slowly turns his arms as he reads the messy scrawl. It’s Japanese, and Katsuki’s heart leaps at the idea of his bonded half being in the same country. He knows that some people have to learn whole new languages just to understand their soulmate.

Katsuki slowly turns to look at his right arm. The words there are messier, his soulmate is clearly right-handed, and the singular phrase is surrounded in arrows pointing down.

Write on this arm!

Writings on skin show up not only on one’s own skin, but also on their soulmate, in the same spot. Ink on skin fades over the bond after a few hours, so his soulmate has to have been re-writing the messages regularly in their desperation for a response in order for them to still be this dark.

“Pen,” Katsuki croaks out.

“Of course!” Mitsuki says as she violently rifles through her purse.

After a moment, she pulls out a black pen and thrusts it into Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki is, fortunately, left-handed, so it’s easy for his response to go on the arm his soulmate asked him to use.

I’m okay.

Katsuki doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until new ink starts blooming on his arm under his response. He lets out a shuddered breath as messy scrawl written by a non-dominant hand appears on his milky pale skin with each pen stroke from his other half.

Thank fuck! I’m so glad you’re okay! I’m Touya.

Katsuki grins down at his arm and waits a moment to ensure Touya is done writing before he gives his response.

Katsuki.

“Alright, brat,” Mitsuki says softly. “You have the rest of your lives to write to each other. For now, you need to take a shower. I just sent your dad out for food that isn’t the garbage served in the cafeteria downstairs. I’ve got a bag here with clean clothes for you.”

“Fine, hag,” Katsuki says, but there’s no heat in his words; he’s still in shock over the marks on his arms and unable to even attempt to be anything but amazed.

—

When Katsuki goes back to school nearly three weeks after his attack, he ignores pretty much every single one of his classmates. They pester him with questions, but he screams at them until they back off.

Final exams are only a month away and he needs to focus on studying and completing his college applications.

Fortunately, Katsuki uses the few days home from the hospital to catch up on his missed homework, so he’s still confident in his ability to stay at the top of his class through the exams.

Still, never the slacker, Katsuki takes detailed notes and barely wastes his time sending threatening glares at the students who left him alone with that asshole who’d attacked him. They avoid him, smartest decision any of them ever made, clearly.

Outside of schoolwork, the only other thing he really does is write back and forth with Touya. He learns that the other man is older, having turned 25 back in January, his favorite color is purple, and he likes all kinds of animals.

His soul bond had formed when he’d nearly died in a house fire caused by his father falling asleep while smoking. Which explains why Katsuki’s bond formation had hurt so much.

Touya hadn’t even realized his bond had formed until he’d felt the dread through their connection after Katsuki’s attack. In turn, Katsuki hadn’t ever tried to write first because he hadn’t felt the bond change and assumed his other half hadn’t formed their bond yet.

They have yet to try to meet in person and still only know each other’s given names, both anxious for their own reasons.

—

Being late winter still, it’s cold outside, and Katsuki always tends to run cold. So, he keeps his uniform jacket on at all times and bundles up in his black winter coat on the walk home, which becomes the worst part of his days because of one persistently obnoxious green-haired boy.

“Will you stop fucking following me, Deku!?” Katsuki barks over his shoulder.

“Wha—I’m not following you, Kacchan!” Midoriya squeaks. “Our houses are on the same street!”

“Walk on the other side of the fucking road, then!” Katsuki growls out.

“But—” Midoriya starts, and Katsuki rounds on the other boy.

“I don’t need you to fucking protect me,” Katsuki says, voice low and gruff as he stomps up to Midoriya.

The other boy gasps suddenly and leans closer to Katsuki’s face, his green eyes going wide while Katsuki’s own flare with anger.

“What the fuck!” Katsuki shouts as he shoves him back, knocking the greenette to his ass.

“Kacchan, your eyes,” Midoriya says quietly. “Your mark… is on your eyes.”

Katsuki blinks. “What?”

“You’ve got black rings around your irises,” Midoriya says. “They weren’t there before.”

Katsuki frowns and turns away from the other boy. “Fuck off.”

“Do… do I have them?” Midoriya asks quietly.

“Do you have what?” Katsuki snaps, spinning back around to glare at the other.

Midoriya’s eyes are wet as he stares up from his spot on the sidewalk. “Do I have black circles around my irises?”

Katsuki scowls. “Why the fuck would you?”

Midoriya’s face flushes a deep crimson. “W-well, y-you haven’t… um… your soulmate…”

“I know who my fucking soulmate is,” Katsuki says angrily.

Midoriya’s eyes widen. “You’ve met them?”

“What? No, but I’ve fuckin’ written to them,” Katsuki growls.

“Oh,” Midoriya says, so quietly Katsuki almost doesn’t hear it.

The nerd swallows thickly and tears pool in his eyes, quickly spilling down his cheeks. Katsuki stares at him, bewildered, but he doesn’t offer to help the boy up as he shakily rises. Midoriya opens his mouth to say something, but the only sound that escapes him is a small sob. Katsuki’s eyes widen and Midoriya abruptly runs past him.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki whispers to no one. He turns and walks home, thankful for the peace and solitude, but mildly concerned about the damn nerd.

Katsuki isn’t an idiot, he understands what just happened.

Midoriya, Deku, the fucking nerd that Katsuki is a friend, rival, and bully to, thought that he was Katsuki’s soulmate. He wanted to be Katsuki’s soulmate.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki mutters again.

—

When Katsuki gets home, he rushes to his bedroom to deposit his bag before heading to the bathroom to look at his eyes.

Midoriya was right.

Katsuki’s soul mark has finally shown up. It has to have been recent, so maybe it’d happened after his first written contact with Touya, though Katsuki can’t be sure.

He considers letting Touya know, but he’s embarrassed that maybe he’d missed the mark for years, and he really doesn’t want the older man thinking he’s an idiot.

—

Katsuki finishes his final exams with flying colors, receiving the top marks in his class and he graduates with honors.

At the graduation ceremony, he’s forced to give a small speech to the rest of his graduating class, and he tries very hard not to swear or belittle anyone during the short time on stage.

He only uses ‘fuck’ twice and doesn’t blatantly specify anyone as being incompetent or stupid, so he considers it a success.

Touya lets him know he’s proud of his accomplishment, and is absolutely ecstatic when Katsuki receives his acceptance letter to UA University and lets the other know he already filled out the paperwork to attend.

Touya lives and works near there apparently, and is thrilled at the development.

They still haven’t discussed meeting up.

—

Katsuki groans and rolls over, nearly falling off his tiny dorm bed. He huffs and sits up, stretching his arms up over his head and cracking his neck.

“Yo! You’re up!” Is yelled across the room.

Katsuki looks up to glare at his dormitory roommate, Takami Keigo. The man is a couple years older than him, having started college later than most. He has dirty blonde hair and copper eyes lined with little triangles on the inner corners. Katsuki had originally thought it was a soulmark, but nope—the moron tattooed the marks on.

He apparently doesn’t have a soulmark, or at least he doesn’t know what it is. But his friend apparently likes tattoos and got him hooked on them. Katsuki’s personal (least) favorite are the wings on his shoulder blades. They’re cliché and the wing style looks like they came from a chicken rather than a cool bird of prey or something.

“The fuck d’you want, Bird Brain?” Katsuki snaps as he rises to his feet. Takami laughs as Katsuki strides to his dresser and pulls it open with more force than necessary.

“Just wondering if you want to go get a coffee?” Takami asks, still far too cheery for having just woken up.

Katsuki contemplates that for a moment. “You paying?”

“Sure!” Takami says. “I know the barista there. He usually gives me half off, so that’s cool with me!”

“Fucking… fine,” Katsuki grumbles. “I’ll be dressed in five.”

Ignoring Takami’s cheering, Katsuki pulls off his pajamas and tugs on a pair of dark wash jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt with a white skull on the chest. He grabs his black sneakers, pulling them on before looking over his shoulder at Takami, who is gaping at him.

“The fuck’re you lookin’ at?” Katsuki growls.

“Dude!” Takami sputters. “You’re stupidly muscular for your age.”

Katsuki cocks a brow as he straightens back up. “No shit. It’s called going to the gym and eating right.”

“But… you’re like… ripped, man,” Takami says, pouting dramatically. “It’s not fair.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and tucks his phone and fine point Sharpie into his pocket before turning back to his roommate.

“We gettin’ this goddamn coffee or not?” Katsuki snaps as he stuffs his arms into his winter coat. It’s March, still cold outside, and Katsuki hates the cold.

“Fine!” Takami says with a huff as he grabs his bright red leather jacket.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and tugs the door open. He waits for Takami to step out before pulling the door shut and locking it. He’d only moved in a couple days ago and he already knows that his moronic roommate never locks their door, which royally pisses Katsuki off.

Katsuki walks alongside Takami as they leave the dormitory building, letting the man guide the way toward the campus gates. Katsuki turns to the other blonde with a flat look.

“This place is off-campus?” Katsuki asks.

“Don’t worry, it’s only a ten-minute walk,” Takami says cheerfully.

“Better be fuckin’ worth it,” Katsuki grumbles.

Katsuki feels a familiar tingling on his forearm and he pulls his sleeves back just enough to check the message, already knowing what it’s going to say.

Have a good day, Katsuki!

Katsuki pulls out his Sharpie and takes the cap off with his teeth so he can write his own message underneath Touya’s.

You too.

“Aw, you have your soulmate already?” Takami says, sounding thoroughly amused. “You’re so grumpy. I bet your soulmate is all growly and angry and stuff.”

Katsuki yanks his sleeve back down and re-caps his pen before shoving it into his pocket. He glares at Takami, a heavy scowl on his lips.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” Katsuki says coldly.

“Hm, you’re right,” Takami agrees. “I haven’t gotten my soul bond yet. My parents got their bonds later, in their mid-twenties, so I should get mine really soon.” Katsuki grunts in acknowledgment, not particularly caring. “But I’m pretty sure I already know who my soulmate is.”

Katsuki cocks a brow. “Yeah?”

Takami sighs dreamily. “You’ll meet him at the café. We’ve been together for years.”

“Oh, gross, I don’t wanna meet your fucking boyfriend,” Katsuki says, scowling at the other man.

Takami laughs and stops in front of the café doors. “Too late!”

Takami tugs the door open and walks in, leaving Katsuki to catch it before it can slam shut in his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes as he follows his roommate, looking around the small café.

“Dabi!” Takami belts out happily. “My man! My best bro! My one true love!”

“Hawks!” The barista says cheerfully. Katsuki’s eyes immediately snap over to the man.

He’s a little taller than Katsuki and has spiky snow white hair, broad shoulders, and a clearly strong form absolutely coated in black, purple, and red tattoos. The ink is under his bright turquoise eyes, his lower jaw and lip, down his throat beneath his shirt collar.

On top of the colorful markings, he has silver piercings in his ears, three studs in his left nostril, barbels in both eyebrows, snakebites in his lower lip, and cheek piercings that could possibly be for dimples. Katsuki doesn’t know enough about piercings to be certain about that.

Where the man’s short sleeves end, the ink continues down both arms, all in the same tightly drawn style, almost like a mandala, and the reddish purple in the background seems almost like a henna design. The little name badge on his apron reads ‘Dabi’ with a little fire sticker next to it.

He’s fucking beautiful.

“This is my roommate, Bakugou,” Takami introduces when they reach the counter.

Katsuki nods his greeting and tears his eyes away from the other man to look up at the café menu on the wall behind him. He can sense the other man looking him over and he feels weirdly self-conscious under his eyes.

“So, this is Blasty, huh?” Dabi says with a chuckle.

“The fuck did you call me?” Katsuki snaps, eyes flicking to the man as he narrows his gaze.

Dabi laughs, and the sound twists Katsuki’s heart in a painfully pleasant way that he can’t accurately decipher, which is not good paired with his lack of caffein. Dabi calms down after a moment and grins at the blonde, the look is somewhat manic.

“Man, you’re just like Kei said you were,” Dabi says, sounding delighted at that knowledge.

Katsuki turns to glare at Takami, who shrugs. “It was only fair to warn him.”

“Fuck you, Bird Brain,” Katsuki snaps.

“Bird Brain?” Dabi wheezes, practically doubling over with laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Takami grumbles. “You’ll get a cruel nickname soon, anyway.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes at the two, not liking the feeling that the two boyfriends are making fun of him. He is not awake enough for this bullshit.

“Oi, Patchwork,” Katsuki says, catching the barista’s gaze. “What coffee here isn’t too sweet and has a fuckload of caffeine?”

“Patchwork!?” Dabi yells indignantly, and Keigo grimaces. “You’re such an asshole!”

“You’re covered in fucking tattoos,” Katsuki says flatly, and for some reason, the man calms a little at his reasoning.

“Gimme a caramel macchiato,” Takami says, cutting the two men off.

“Fine,” Dabi says, and then huffs and looks to Katsuki. “You wanna try our spicy coffee?”

“Why the fuck not,” Katsuki says dryly.

Dabi smirks and Katsuki rolls his eyes as the white-haired man starts chatting animatedly with Takami. Katsuki pulls his phone out and scrolls through his messages as he waits for his drink.

“Here you go!” Dabi chirps, holding out a coffee cup to Katsuki.

“Thanks,” Katsuki grumbles as he takes the offered item. He sniffs it tentatively and takes a small sip. A surprised, pleased hum escapes his lips. “Not bad, Patchwork.”

Katsuki looks over to the barista, who is practically glowing with the approval. Katsuki gives him a quick once-over. The man’s white t-shirt hugs his obviously toned body, and it’s thin enough that where the edges of the apron end at the middle of his chest that the faint spots of more dark ink can be made out on his front.

Katsuki’s eyes make it back up to the tattooed man’s face and he cocks a brow when he sees the flush on the man’s cheeks, paired with a mischievous smirk.

“Okay! Time to go!” Takami says, pushing his way between Katsuki and the counter, effectively cutting off Katsuki’s view of the other man.

“Bye, Kei! Bye, Doll!” Dabi says as the two students make their way out of the shop.

“Fuck you!” Katsuki shouts, furious over the nickname, and he can hear Dabi cackling behind him.

Takami shoves him out the front door as he shouts, “See ya, Dabi!” over his shoulder.

“I ain’t gonna steal your man, asshole,” Katsuki snaps as soon as they’re out on the sidewalk again.

Takami blushes a furious cherry red. “Shut up.”

Katsuki takes a long drink of his coffee, it really is very good. “Why’d you get all jumpy back there, anyway? I’m not interested in stealing your goddamned soulmate. I’m not a fucking asshole.”

“I mean, you kinda are,” Takami says, and Katsuki levels him with a glare. “Okay, okay! Maybe you’re not that much of an asshole. You’ve just got an explosive personality.”

“Right, ‘Blasty,’ wasn’t it?” Katsuki sneers.

“Yup!” Takami says with a laugh. His expression soon falls, though, and he takes a sip of his drink. “But I’m pretty sure Dabi is my soulmate. He’s bonded, but he’s never talked about them, so I don’t think he’s written yet.”

“It can take up to ten years for that shit,” Katsuki says, repeating the fact he’s known for nearly a decade himself.

“Damn,” Takami whistles. “How long was it before you wrote to yours?”

“About eight years,” Katsuki says with a shrug, not interested in giving out the more personal information his Touya has shared with him about their bond.

“Wait, what!?” Takami shouts. “You’re only nineteen!”

“Yup, I’ll be twenty on the 20th,” Katsuki says.

“So, you were what, ten, eleven when you bonded?” Takami asks, sounding awed.

Katsuki nods. “Eleven.”

“Dude,” Takami says. “Dude! That’s crazy!” He laughs, sounding a little crazed. “Why haven’t you met your soulmate yet?”

“None of your fucking business,” Katsuki snaps.

Takami holds his hands up in a placating gesture. “I get it, man.”

Katsuki bites his tongue and focuses on drinking the rest of his spicy coffee.

Takami does not get it, but Katsuki isn’t about to explain that bullshit to his goddamn roommate.

—

Katsuki falls into a routine once classes start. Takami goes to the café and brings him back a spicy coffee. He acts like it’s to be nice, but Katsuki knows it’s because Takami didn’t like the way Dabi and Katsuki had interacted in that weird, playful banter.

Katsuki doesn’t really care—he isn’t interested in pursuing someone else’s soulmate, and Takami insists that his tatted up boyfriend is just that.

Besides, Katsuki is happy enough simply writing back and forth with Touya.

They still don’t share super detailed info, but they write about their favorite places to eat around the UA campus, and random things about their days. Sometimes Katsuki gets bored in his easier classes, and he pulls out his pen and doodles on his arm.

Katsuki is majoring in Organic Chemistry and minoring in Art. So, he often draws chemical bonds that he flourishes with flowers. Doodling for Touya isn’t anything new, but his soulmate always seems to appreciate it, and even admits to taking pictures of some of them.

—

Uraraka Ochako plops down next to Katsuki in the cafeteria.

“So, there’s this party on Saturday, and I really think you should go,” the bubbly brunette says, and Katsuki looks up at her with a raised brow.

“The fuck would I wanna do that for?” Katsuki asks.

He isn’t sure why Uraraka started eating lunch with him, but he also doesn’t mind. They’re both staying in the Heights Alliance dormitory and met when there was an impromptu weight-lifting competition in their building’s gym. It quickly became a simple contest between the two of them, and after nearly matching Katsuki’s own limits, Uraraka had gained his respect.

But that doesn’t mean he wants to go to a fucking party with her.

“Oh, come on, you’re in college, live a little!” Uraraka says, giving him a wink.

“Don’t need a fucking party to live, Pink Cheeks,” Katsuki snaps.

Uraraka pouts. “Please? My soulmate wrote to me and said they’d be there.”

Katsuki eyes her curiously. “Your soulmate goes here?”

“Yeah!” Uraraka says, her expression suddenly bright. “Small world, right!?”

Katsuki grunts and considers that as he eats his rice. After a long drink from his water bottle, he looks back at her and purses his lips.

“Fine,” Katsuki says. “But if you two hit it off, I’m fucking leaving.”

“Works for me!” Uraraka says cheerfully. “I just need some emotional support.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles, and he furiously digs back into the rest of his lunch.

He knows Uraraka is giving him a strange look, but he really doesn’t want to voice the fact that he’s jealous she’s going to get to meet her soulmate, who she bonded with only a month earlier, while Katsuki still hasn’t met Touya.

—

Takami is also apparently going to the party with Uraraka, since she’s friends with just about fucking everyone.

She’s sitting on Katsuki’s bed while Takami stands behind the foldable privacy screen to change. Uraraka arrived prepared with makeup on her face, white khakis, a pink blouse that hugs her frame, and pink boots.

Katsuki was ready even before she arrived, mostly because he simply doesn’t care. He’s wearing dark gray slacks and a short-sleeved, black muscle shirt with a large orange ‘X’ across the chest. His arms are bare save for a single message just under his left wrist:

Happy Birthday, Katsuki!

“That’s seriously so cute,” Uraraka says with a giggle, pointing to Katsuki’s mark.

“Whatever,” Katsuki says with a shrug.

“Did they draw the flowers around it, too?” Uraraka asks.

“That was me,” Katsuki says.

“Whoa, really?” Uraraka asks, grabbing his arm and pulling it closer to inspect. “That’s really, really good.”

“Thanks,” Katsuki grumbles.

“Ready!” Takami yells as he steps out from behind the privacy screen and walks over to them. “Did I hear someone say Blasty draws flowers?”

“Yeah, look!” Uraraka says, tugging Katsuki’s arm up to show Takami the mark. “They’re small, but so detailed!”

“Wow, that’s really…” Takami trails off and his face falls from excited to neutral, and then to hurt as he steps closer and looks at the writing. He critically observes the scrawl for a moment before clearing his throat and plastering a smile on his face. “You ready to go!?”

“Are you okay?” Uraraka asks. She’s no idiot; she clearly saw the same response Katsuki had.

“Fine!” Takami says, forcing out a laugh.

Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Whatever.”

The three head out the door, with Katsuki lingering behind as usual to make sure the door is closed all the way. And locked, for obvious reasons.

“You’re not gonna wear your coat?” Takami asks nervously.

“What? No,” Katsuki says, scrunching his face up. “It’s actually fucking decent out tonight.”

“You’re not wearing a coat either, Takami,” Uraraka points out. “And neither am I.”

Takami laughs and turns away from them. He pulls his phone from his pocket as he walks and starts typing out something in a rather frantic fashion. Uraraka and Katsuki trail behind him, exchanging bewildered looks.

Katsuki watches Uraraka closely from across the room as she seeks out her soulmate—she had refused to share the details with Katsuki, and he didn’t care to ask.

So, Katsuki leans against the wall by the back door of the large house with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The house apparently belongs to a rich kid named Yaoyorozu Momo. She graduated top of her high school class and got into UA University, so her parents congratulated her by buying her a fucking house less than five minutes away from campus.

The Bakugou family is pretty well-to-do, what with Mitsuki being a model and Masaru being a fashion and interior designer, but they aren’t buy-your-kid-a-house rich. That’s a whole other level of money that Katsuki can’t even fathom.

His phone starts ringing and he pulls it out of his right pocket, swiftly answering it, already knowing who it is. He keeps his eyes on Uraraka as he speaks.

“Hey,” Katsuki says.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki!” His parents sing into the speakerphone on their end. Katsuki rolls his eyes fondly.

“Is that party music I hear?” Mitsuki asks excitedly. “Do you have friends throwing you a birthday bash?”

“Jesus, fuck, hag,” Katsuki groans. “No one fucking says shit like that anymore.”

His mother huffs loudly. “Be nice, brat! I sent you a care package and reloaded your spending card. Happy twentieth birthday! Drink responsibly!”

“Alcohol is gross,” Katsuki deadpans.

“How’s your soulmate doing?” Masaru asks before his wife and son can start arguing for no actual reason.

“Fine,” Katsuki says.

Across the room, Uraraka’s face lights up and she turns to give Katsuki a thumbs-up. He rolls his eyes and looks down at his sneakers.

“Have you met them yet?” Mitsuki asks. “I’ll pay for your tickets and hotels and shit, kid. Go meet them!”

“Shut it, hag,” Katsuki snaps. “I’ll meet them when I’m fucking ready.”

“Alright, alright,” Masaru says in his please-stop-before-the-real-fighting-starts voice. “Go enjoy your birthday, son.”

“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki says with a sigh. “Bye.”

Katsuki shoves his phone back into his pocket and looks up. He locks eyes with someone, but it isn’t Uraraka, it’s the man next to her. The man with curly green hair and wide, green eyes.

“Kacchan?” Midoriya says, his voice shaky but just loud enough over the lull in the music to travel to the blonde.

Katsuki scoffs and turns around to walk out the open back door. That’s a conversation he’s not even remotely interested in.

He walks down the porch steps and looks around for anyone he might know. He spots Takami, standing with the white-haired beauty, and makes his way over.

“Hey,” Katsuki says as he sidles up to Takami.

“Bakugou!” Takami says with a jolt, and his full cup of beer splashes all over Katsuki.

“What the fuck!?” Katsuki snaps, tugging at the front of his shirt.

“You scared me!” Takami says, holding a hand over his heart.

“Gimme your fucking shirt, asshole,” Katsuki says as he tugs his soaked one over his head and drops it on the ground. Dabi chokes on his beer and Katsuki gives him an odd look before glaring at Takami again. “And you’re fuckin’ washing that one for me when we get back. ‘S one of my favorite shirts.”

“I didn’t bring an extra shirt!” Takami says, giving him a bizarre look. “Who the hell brings extra shirts to a party!?”

“People who spill their fucking drinks on other people?” Katsuki snaps. “Fucking—whatever. I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” Dabi says, his coughing finally having stopped. He pulls at the hem of his purple t-shirt, which houses the black logo for some rock band. “I’ve got a tank top on under this.”

“Dude!” Takami sputters as Dabi pulls his shirt off.

“No thanks,” Katsuki says, bending over to swipe his soaked shirt from the ground. “Not interested in wearing Takami’s boyfriend’s shirt.”

“Takami’s—what?” Dabi says, and Katsuki looks up at him. The white-haired man’s turquoise eyes are wide as he stares at Takami. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

“Uh, um, I just…” Takami licks his lips nervously. “I didn’t specifically say you were my boyfriend.”

“You literally told me he’s your soulmate,” Katsuki deadpans.

“Here, man,” Dabi says, holding his t-shirt out to Katsuki without breaking eye contact with Takami. “I’ve gotta have a chat with my friend.”

“You can have my shirt, Kacchan!” The horribly familiar voice of one Midoriya Izuku says from behind Katsuki.

Katsuki groans and grabs the shirt from Dabi. He yanks it on over his head before turning to face the green-haired man, who is now shirtless, holding his green t-shirt out.

“I’m not taking your fucking shirt, Deku,” Katsuki growls. “Go talk to Uraraka. She’s your fuckin’ soulmate, asshole.”

“Oh, um… we’re just friends,” Midoriya says awkwardly.

“I don’t care,” Katsuki says, crossing his arms, holding his wet shirt awkwardly to the side so he doesn’t accidentally stain Dabi’s shirt.

Midoriya looks up at Katsuki’s eyes and sniffles. “I know you’re not my soulmate, Kacchan, but—”

“Don’t,” Katsuki snaps. “It’s not happening, Deku.”

“But, I thought…” Midoriya trails off. He gestures down to his own torso, which is decently muscular now, and is admittedly an improvement from how scrawny he was before.

“You thought what?” Katsuki asks, voice monotone.

“I’m stronger now,” Midoriya says, clenching his fists to steel himself. He looks up and forces himself to make eye contact with Katsuki again. “I can protect you.”

“What the fuck!?” Katsuki snarls as he starts walking back toward the house. “I don’t need your fucking protection, asshole.”

“Kacchan!” Midoriya pleads, reaching out to grab the blonde’s shoulder. “Katsuki!”

Katsuki stops and turns to level his most dangerous glare at the green-haired man.

“Do not call me that,” Katsuki says.

Midoriya is clearly struggling to hold back tears. “I-I was there, you know! Your parents were out of town for that work thing. I was the only one there for the first day!”

“Jesus fuck, Deku,” Katsuki says, running his free hand through his hair. “Is this fucking guilt or some shit? You didn’t stab me.”

“I saved your life,” Midoriya says.

Katsuki’s jaw drops, and he stares in disbelief at the shorter man.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki says lowly. “Are you trying to guilt me into fucking you?”

Midoriya squeaks and jumps back, waving his hands frantically. “No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Then tell me what that was supposed to mean before I fucking kill you,” Katsuki growls.

“I’m in love with you,” Midoriya blurts out.

Katsuki cocks a brow. “And?”

“Whoa, dude!” Takami says from right behind Katsuki, who’d forgotten he was there. Shit, he’d forgotten Dabi was there, too. Katsuki doesn’t dare to turn and look at either of them. “Shouldn’t you give him a chance?”

“I’m not required to date someone just because they won’t leave me the fuck alone,” Katsuki says, still staring straight at Midoriya, who is eyeing Takami and Dabi now.

“He’s right,” Dabi says. “Maybe you and Takami can have a discussion about why it’s not okay to pull shit like that.”

Midoriya opens his mouth and then closes it and frowns. He steps closer to Dabi, and Katsuki watches him warily. Dabi clearly looks uncomfortable with the closeness, but he stands his ground and stares blankly at Midoriya.

“You’ve got… black rings…” Midoriya says quietly, and Katsuki’s eyes snap up to Dabi’s face.

“He’s always had those,” Takami says quickly.

“No, I haven’t,” Dabi says coldly.

“They look like…” Midoriya turns to look at Katsuki.

Katsuki steps closer, shouldering past Midoriya to look at Dabi’s eyes. Katsuki hadn’t been close enough to notice them the one other time he’d met Dabi, but there they are. Black lines circling his turquoise irises.

“He called you Katsuki,” Dabi says quietly.

Katsuki blinks and looks down at Dabi’s crossed arms. He grabs the white-haired man’s left wrist and turns it over so he can look more carefully. Now that Katsuki is close enough, he realizes the discolored skin beneath the ink are burns, and nestled in with his tattoos is a little message surrounded in flowers.

Happy Birthday, Katsuki!

“Well, this is an interesting way to meet you, Touya,” Katsuki says, his eyes flicking back up to meet the man’s gaze. “Apparently the things we have in common includes childhood-friend-turned-stalker.”

A huge grin spreads across Touya’s face. “Let’s get out of here. We can wash your shirt at my place.”

Katsuki nods and they both turn to walk back toward the house, ignoring the calls of Takami and Midoriya from behind them.

“D’you live close by?” Katsuki asks curiously as they make their way in through the open back sliding door, both completely ignoring everyone else.

“I actually rent the studio apartment above the café,” Touya says, his entire attitude cheerful and giddy now.

“Makes sense,” Katsuki says.

“So, what was your first thought when you saw me?” Touya asks curiously.

“That you’re really fucking hot,” Katsuki says honestly. “And me?”

“Um, yeah,” Touya says with a nod. “I actually felt bad for my soulmate when I saw you walk in because there is no way anyone could be as gorgeous as you.”

Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep pink, which has Touya chuckling. They reach the front door of the house and Touya opens it, holding it for Katsuki to walk through first. They step outside again and Touya closes the door behind them, turning to lead the way toward the café.

“I should probably text Uraraka,” Katsuki says suddenly, pulling out his phone.

“Uraraka Ochako?” Touya questions.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says as he texts out a quick apology and promises to bring her mochi when he explains things to her fully. “Met her in the gym. She tried to out-lift me.”

Touya laughs. “I bet you won.”

“’Course I did,” Katsuki grumbles as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He looks up to Touya with a single raised brow. “So, explain Dabi to me.”

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Denki and Kirishima had dragged him to the arcade for his birthday, regardless if he was even interested of going or not. Katsuki had really been looking forward to it, if he was honest. After all, what's a birthday if you didn't spend it with the friends you made just be kicking everyone's ass in class? He stuffs his hands into his saggy uniform pants, groaning despite the inner joy of spending his birthday with people who genuinely wanted to be there.

After the arcade, the plan was to go meet up with Jirou and Mina at some restaurant downtown, maybe go out to the carnival with them. It was a piece of cake to get into UA, and he was really happy to finally make friends with people who intended to stick around, even with his brash attitude. He huffed as Denki grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the entrance into the noisy corners of the arcade.

What was it Denki had told them? Right. To get from the back to the front last after trying every game.

Kirishima slotted some coins from his coin purse into the machine, despite Katsuki's snorty snickers at the unicorn coin purse.

"If you must know, Bakugou," Kirishima began, slotting another coin in, eyes closed as he looked to his friend, bottom lip out with a hum. "My aunt bought me this, and she's blind."

Katsuki stopped laughing, smirk dropping. "Oh, shit."

"I'm fuckin' with ya man!" The tall redhead laughed, wrapping a massive arm around Katsuki's head to pull him under his arm, snickering.

"OI!" Katsuki snarled, hand heating up and popping, pressing it to Kirishima's chest. "Don't fuck around like that! My cousin is blind!"

Kirishima paled, arm dropping. Denki elbowed Kirishima. "Way to go, dude."

When Katsuki grinned, Kirishima snorted. "Oh ha ha, Katsuki."

Katsuki waved his hand, rolling his eyes, looking behind him as if uninterested. "Whatever. Pay for the damn tickets already, shitty hair." He paused, seeing a pair of sneakers attached to some claw machine. He raised a brow, some kid already halfway through the hole at the bottom. Katsuki started to walk toward them. The guy isn't heartless, okay? He's grown on working on that bullshit, even if he was seriously thinking about just looking away like everyone else was.

The small thing climbed inside. The sneakers clinging to the top of the machine, sticky notes already slapped all over the colorfully bright machine. The kids running away and laughing.

Now what could be so fucking funny about shoving their friend in and leaving? Why was no one doing anything?

"Katsuki, what're doing?" Denki called and Katsuki threw a look over his shoulder.

"Just fuckin' stay back with Kirishima! Hair for brains might need help counting!" He turned toward the machine, facing it with a bored look. The kid has his back to him. Scrawny and thin, bandages all over his arms. The hair, green as forest moss, the thin shoulders shaking as he cried.

He knew those fucking red shoes. The taunting sticky note to Katsuki's right: Save me, Kacchan!

Katsuki lifted his hand, knocking two fingers against the hard plastic.

The figure makes a muffled scream and turns, slamming his back to the opposite side the machine, legs up as if to defend himself.

Izuku Midoriya.

Instantly the mood sours, Katsuki feels bile coming up his throat. His eyebrows furrow upward and his jaw goes slack, his hand drooping slightly against the plastic, his voice catching in his throat. He looks up, looking at the Hopeful Little Dreams placard, noticing that some idiot has put a sticky note that says less on it.

Hopeless. God, does it already match the look on his victims baby face. Katsuki just stares back at his face. Izuku's eye on his left is black and blue, his knee skinned and his calf the same. Izuku's fingers are crooked, probably from beatings he's succumbed to over the three years Katsuki hasn't seen him. He's had to be behind this in some way. All those years bullying Izuku for being quirkless, all those years subjecting the small boy in front of him to torture, bullying, the abuse, the property destruction. Katsuki feels his eyes burn as Izuku cries into his muffled gag, trembling like a sick little leaf.

Katsuki's breath shivers as he opens his mouth. "I'll be right back, Izuku. Uh… Don't go anywhere."

He mentally facepalms, and already Izuku just seems to cry harder. Exactly where was he supposed to go?

Katsuki hikes his pants up, tightening his belt before he turns and runs back to his friends, the two oblivious. The two seem to look worried though by Katsuki's expression. "Bro?" Denki immediately stands straight, golden eyes wide when Katsuki grabs his arm, almost burning him from how out of control Katsuki feels.

He grabs Kirishima's other arm who is already putting his coin purse away and following without question. Katsuki wants- /needs/ to get Deku out of that damn machine, but he can't. His explosion can just cause more injuries. Kirishima however? He can go unbreakable on his arm and maybe cut it open, something that won't hurt Izuku.

Upon seeing two more people with Katsuki this time, Izuku panics. In the process of pulling off the tape on his face, Izuku stiffens, hands up and Katsuki pushes a hand up against the glass while Kirishima gasps in shock. Denki immediately unplugs the machine to help, in case the machine goes off with alarms, to keep it from having any other way to hurt Izuku in the case something goes wrong.

"Cool down, Izuku. These are my friends, we're getting you out of there, okay? I can't do it, my explosion could hurt you. Are you hurt anywhere else?" Katsuki can feel himself sweating as Izuku's mouth opens, his adams apple bobbing with a shake.

"N-no…"

"Okay, stay as far back as you can. Kirishima?"

"On it." Kirishima steps forward when Katsuki steps back, flexing his fingers before hardening them.

He reaches forward, punching in with controlled momentum, stabbing his hand into the plastic. Izuku jumps, Kirishima using his quirk to cut through the hard plastic. A hole big enough to crawl through and Kirishima grabs the sneakers from the top of the machine where they dangle while Katsuki reaches in and pulls Izuku out who wheezes a sob.

"Fuck, fuck, Izuku."

"Kacchan…" Izuku sobs, grabbing fistfuls of his uniform jacket, Katsuki buried in his wild, tangled curls. "Y-you came…!"

"Fuck nerd, fuck! How do you get into these damn situations?" Katsuki clenches his hands around what is left of Izuku's shirt, his hands hot as he tried to will himself into calming down while the trembling boy in his arms holds tight.

"You came!" Izuku cries again and Katsuki puts his arms around him tighter, holding him impossibly closer. Despite his friends demanding answers and asking questions, Katsuki takes a shivering breath.

"You called…" He whispered into his ear.

Izuku got to join them for Katsuki's birthday. Not the birthday present Katsuki was expecting, but he'll take what he can get.

#mha bkdk #bkdk #bkdk fluff #katsuki isn't an asshole here #bakudeku #mha

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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veenxys · 3 years

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hiii can i get Bakugou with a reader who is such a sweetheart and she’s really cute and quirky complete opposite of him but he loves it and just completely melts for her, also, what he would do if someone insults her?

hi angel, i love your request! i hope your well <3

When you and Bakugou became friends, everyone was shocked. You were the complete opposite, how did you two become friends?

But actually, Bakugou has a soft side to you

You are like an angel in his life, he has no words to describe you.

He is totally different with you because he hardly screamed or cursed you

But he never realized that he changes when he's around you

It was just automatic, he could be screaming and threatening to kill everyone, but if you got close to him it would melt right away.

Bakugou without you: 🔪😡🤬

Bakugou with you: 😻🥰😍

In fact, he needs you by his side all the time because you are the only person who can calm him down, and because you make his day better

If you are away from him and he starts fighting with everyone, Kirishima and Denki run to you and take you to him so he can calm down

He doesn't show anything in public because he has a reputation to preserve, but when you are alone, he is the cutest thing in the world, really

Bakugou hates physical touch tbh, but if the physical affection comes from you, it will be like a cat asking for affection all the time.

It completely melts at your touch.

He pretends to hate it, but in fact he loves it when you hug him or kiss his cheek, he feels like in heaven.

He loves to make you smile because he thinks your smile is the cutest thing in the world. In fact, he loves everything about you and gets angry about it, how can anyone be so perfect?

And he also calls you just to hear your voice. God, he could spend the whole day just listening to you speak. He just sits in front of you, with his face close to yours while he plays with your hair and looks at you completely in love.

And of course Kirishima, Denki and Sero make fun of him because of it

‘’ Where’s Bakugou? ’’

‘’ Probably crying for romantic movies and imagining himself with Y / n. ’’

He's very protective of you, so if you get hurt by anything small, it goes crazy.

‘‘ Kacchan puts me down, it was just a superfluous cut’'

‘’ Be quiet ’’ He says carrying you to the infirmary.

He refuses to train with you because he is afraid of hurting you

He protects you from everything and everyone, seriously.

If anyone ever offends you…. May God have mercy on their souls...

You were telling Bakugou about your day as you walked peacefully holding hands to the dorms. He always has a calm look and a small smile on his lips when you are together, no one has ever seen Bakugou like that and the whole 1A considers you literally an angel for being able to change him.

‘‘I don’t think she’s good enough to be in 1A, I think she’s very weak.’’ Bakugou turns and sees some students talking while looking at you.

‘’She’s so weird too.’’ They laugh and that’s when Bakugou exploded.

He takes his hand off yours and goes to them, you looked at Bakugou confused and your eyes widened in disbelief when you saw him yelling at a group of students, you used your quirk with him so he wouldn't do something he regretted afterwards, but Bakugou's screams and curses were endless; he said so many things to those students that they almost cried. You didn't understand why he was doing it because you didn't hear or see anything wrong with them. Even with you using your quirk on him, he kept trying to attack the students who ran when Aizawa arrived.

Bakugou was suspended for a week, and the only thing he regretted was that he was unable to kill those extras that were talking about you. And you still don't know what happened that day because he refuses to tell you the reason, he just kisses your forehead and says ‘’No one is going to hurt you. ’’

#bnha imagines #bnha bakugou #bnha x y/n #mha headcanons #mha imagines #my hero academia imagines #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou imagine #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugou headcanons

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emile-hides · 3 years

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Crybaby imagines

I can’t find any BNHA X Reader blogs with their requests open, so heck it. Make the content you want to see in the world.

MHA Blonde boys react to reader crying (for various reasons)

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

1-A is an amazing bunch

It sort of just all hit you like a truck, really

How much 1-A had grown, how much they’d overcame

You’re not even entirely sure what sparked the thought process

But once it stared, you couldn’t stop

You were just so?? Proud??? Amazed???

Suddenly you were crying at your desk in the teacher’s lounge

Quiet, heavy tears

Your co-workers took notice, but it was Toshinori who approched your first asking what was wrong

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying

When you get into the why he’s all ears

He sits next to you and is soon joining in on the kid’s progress

He talks mostly about Bakugo and Midoriya, you go on about Asui and Koda

It turns to laughing and quietly bullying the kids for a moment as you two enjoy some of the sillier memories

Soon Toshinori, too, has tears in his eyes

He sobs more than you did

He’s just so proud of these kids!!

You feel like an old married couple talking about their 30-something kids living far from home

Kind of silly considering they’re all 15 and currently in class right down the hall

You two have to go see them during lunch break

Present Mic

Crying in Solidarity

You stood with Hizashi in front of a grave of a kid you never knew on an overcast day

He’d normally make a comment about the weather matching the mood but...

Not now

His fists were clenched, and though his smile stood strong and his glasses hid his eyes

They couldn’t catch his tears

You held his hand in silence and pretended not to notice the falling of his facade

It happens very seldom

He was shaking, you could hear his breath hitch hard despite his attempts to remain calm

You didn’t know this Shirokumo kid, you’d never met him, you couldn’t pick him out in a crowd if you had to

You didn’t even know who he was to Hizashi

But you knew it tore him up inside that he was buried here

You knew he kept his emotions well contained for everything else but him

You pulled Hizashi a bit closer, letting him lean onto you as tears began to run down your cheeks

The two of you stood in silence and cried on this, an overcast day

The weather really did match your mood.

Fatgum

Crying in relief

The hospital door opened with a loud slam

You didn’t really mean to slam it so hard but now wasn’t the time to go apologizing to inanimate objects for being a little rough

Your voice shrilled even louder than the door the name of the patient laying on the bed in the center of the room

Taishiro looked up with a face of ‘Oh shit’ which was the correct face to have

You were mad for all of the time it took to yell about how worried you were

FIRST OF ALL he didn’t even call to tell you he was in the hospital, you got that information from Tamaki

Second, you barely even know what HAPPENED to land him here

And THIRD,

Nope. Anger’s gone. Evaporated like a puddle in mid July.

Taishiro had sat up in his bed with a nervous smile, peppering in the nicknames and speaking in the gentle voice as he reached out to console you

Just seeing him sit up, his arms bandaged lightly around the wrist

It all just came crashing in

He was fine.

Tears over flowed as you cried a bit louder than you had yelled previously

Hiccuping and gasping out how worried you were and how mad you still wanted to be

Taishiro just laughed an apology as he hugged you, thankful for your concern

He promised to call next time

You found yourself yelling at him to never do this again

Aoyama

Crying on command

Acting was something you had mastered

More or less anyway

You dove head first into a role and you were damn good at it

But everyone has weaknesses

You’d locked yourself in Aoyama’s room, going over lines and choreography for some little play in the park you two had signed up for

Now you sat on his floor as he painted your nails, glaring daggers into the script

You had to cry.

It seemed so easy. Think of something sad and cry over it on stage. Simply.

and yet your eyes remained dry, your stage make-up perfect

Aoyama had been couching you, weeping all sorts of tears for your amusment

It wasn’t helping

You turned your glare to Aoyama, who was completely enthralled in drawing tiny art pieces into your nails

God he was bright

....bright.....

You looked directly up at the light on the ceiling and stared

Your eyes wide you forced yourself not to blink

It hurts

And it worked

You looked back to Aoyama with tears streaming down your face and searing pain in your retina

He applauded your dedication

Ojiro

It’s all just a lot

You weren’t really sure when it all became so much

But everything you’d been working at and training for suddenly weighed more than you could bare

You found yourself in the middle of the UA empty halls, flat on the ground on your stomach

Tripping was the breaking point

The straw that broke the camel’s back, as they say

You just started sobbing

When you heard footsteps coming you just kind of... wiggled out of the way

Pressing yourself to the wall you just continued to cry to yourself, curled in a ball, expecting the other person to just pass you by

Instead a soft white handkerchief gently pressed to your cheek, followed by a quiet “Are you okay?”

You were not okay.

Ojiro sat himself beside you as you wiped your face, continuing to sob

You didn’t offer an explanation, he didn’t ask for one

He sat in the hall quietly with you, his tail giving the occasional swish to brush your cheek of tears

The silence gave to time to catch your breath, and realize class probably started a long time ago

When you got up to be on your way, he joined you

He didn’t offer to walk you where you needed to go, he simply did

His quiet wave, his silent smile, his patient glances at you

It all made everything feel just a bit lighter

The next time you’d see Ojiro in the halls, he’d smile at you

And he’d be delighted if you could smile back

Kaminari

Crying from shock

It was just a little zap to the hip, a little bee sting

He’d been doing it to everyone in class, learned it from some stupid tiktok

When it was your turn to get stung, you let out the loudest yelp in the class

He laughed at first, proudly proclaiming how he’d gotten you

Until you whipped to him with fury in your eyes, along with tears

His panicked “Shit, wait, I’m sorry” fell on deaf ears as you quickly gave him a return jab in the hip

Without the actual shock part it probably wasn’t as painful

So you did it a few more times for good measure

Then he jabbed you again

And it was on

Jabs to the hip turned to jabs to the gut, armpit, neck, even right dead center in his chest

You were both in pain and sure to be covered in bruises when Iida finally separated you two

It was hard to see with the tears swelling in both your eyes

But when Denki made direct eye contact with you before giving a glance to Iida, you knew

You nodded, an evil smirk crossing your face

The two of you took your index and middle fingers, driving them quickly and roughly into the class rep’s hips simultaneously

His yelp had the entire class laughing

It then also had the entire class in study hall for the rest of break

Bakugo

He’s just kind of a dick

Standing outside of class 1-A you felt as though your heart was beating in your throat

When the door opened you jumped out of your skin as a green haired boy came out at full speed

He managed to stop on a dime before slamming into you though

You choked out the courage to ask him if Katsuki Bakugo was in class

The kid before you stared in shock before turning around and calling for a “Kacchan”, telling him someone was here to see him

You glanced in the door and watched as several people pried the man you wanted to see from his seat, shoving him forcefully to the door

They all then slammed the door behind him, keeping the green haired kid who seemed in a rush to leave trapped inside

He barked a what at you that made you reconsider all your choices

Still. You swallowed all your courage, and said what you came here to say.

You confessed your feelings to Bakugo, bravely.

He stared at you with a face of utter confusion, and it managed to catch you a bit off guard

He looked like he didn’t know how to respond

Which he, of course, didn’t.

So he responded the only way he really knows how

Anger.

“WHO THE HELL EVEN ARE YOU?!”

He called you some background extra. What gave you even the slightest though he’d want to be with some nobody he didn’t even know the name of

Within seconds of his screaming the 1-A doors slammed open yet again

The group who’d peeled Bakugo from his seat before jumped from the room and began wrestling him into submission, berating him for his treatment of you

But you were inclined to agree with him

You told them it was fine. He was right, you were just some nobody

You couldn’t stop your voice from shaking, tears streaming from your eyes as you gripped tightly at your shirt

Not knowing really what else to do, you turned and ran away

It was well over a few hours later, and you were still crying alone in the court yard

You flinched at the sound of footsteps approaching you. You closed your eyes and planned to make a run for it somewhere else to avoid bothering anyone

“Hey, dumbass,” a hand placed on your forehead, pulling you back to lean on the person behind you, “You could do a lot better than an ass like me.”

You glanced at Bakugo, who was looking far into the distance, his ears red

You cried and apologized. He didn’t say much else, but his hand remained on you, keeping you in place

You found yourself invited out more, running around with Bakugo and his friends, being rowdy and dumb as teens should be

Your crush on Katsuki Bakugo soon became a distant memory as he grew to be one of your closest friends

Honenuki

Yawning

You flopped dramatically onto the common room couch and let out the loudest, most drawn out sigh you could muster

This act of pure drama drew the attention of Juzo Honenuki, who simply chuckled at your antics

You stretched like a cat across the couch, reaching for him lazily with one hand, you swatted at the book he’d been comfortably reading

He gave another chuckle and inquired what you were after

You answered with an equally dramatic and drawn out yawn, bringing tears to your eyes as you again stretched to him

You then closed your eyes and snuggled into a couch pillow

Honenuki’s hand stretched across the couches and found itself on your head, giving gentle pets back and forth

Once he found himself a good stopping point, Honenuki put his bookmark in place and snapped the book closed

He gave a stretch and a yawn before encouraging you to your feet

You lazily tangled your arms around one of his and draped yourself over him

The two of you walked to your separate dorm rooms arm in arm, occasionally letting out more and more exasperated yawns and sleepy giggles

Monoma

Crying from pain

This was... probably your fault?

You remembered running into Awase from class 1-B while going a bit too fast though the halls

Next thing you knew you were in front of him, on your ass, staring up at him upside down

It took a minute for the pain to register, but as soon as it did tears stung your eyes

You couldn’t even really say anything as Awase’s eyes filled with panic when he’d realized what he’d done, quickly dropping your arm and stepping back, probably planning to make a run for it

The is until his blond classmate came up behind him, pressuring him to apologize in a loud, negging tone

When Awase again avoided your eyes, opting to shove his hands in his pockets as he glared at the wall, Monoma dropped to his knees and offered you assistance

The question of “Do you need to go to the nurse?” was accompanied with a handkerchief dabbed at your eyes

Monoma helped you to your feet, apologizing for his classmate, assuring you you were fine and didn’t need to report this to a teacher because you were clearly fine look at you you’re fine

I mean you weren’t bleeding so... Yeah? You were fine.

He sounded like he’d be the one in trouble if you told someone about Awase self defense flipping you over his shoulder

When he offered again to walk you to the nurse, you declined

He was right, you were fine, just a bit sore

You wiped the tears from your eyes and thanked him for his concern as you walked passed him

You also apologized to Awase for bumping into him, though he just huffed a response

You didn’t get very far when you heard quick steps following close behind

Monoma was just checking in to make sure you for sure weren’t going to tell anyone class 1-B’s Awase threw you like a rag doll

He also just figured while he was here he’d ask if there was anything he could do to make up for this incident

Like... buy you lunch sometime.... Or take you out to a nice cafe he knows after school... maybe...?

He just. Didn’t want you to think class B does hit and runs like this on all the pretty students

Mirio

Crying from laughing

Your sides hurt

You gripped onto yourself as you leaned onto Mirio, cackling harder than you had in a while

He was retelling some jokes he’d gone over with Sir Nighteye at his internship today, regaling you, Tamaki, and Nejire with perfect one-liners and horrid puns

You all were laughing far too hard for this late at night

Tears pricked your eyes as you slapped at Mirio’s leg, gasping for breath you begged for a time out

You have the most contagious laugh, Mirio was positive his jokes only ever landed because you laughed at them so easily

When you finally caught your breath you sat up, rubbing giggly tears from your eyes

You gave a glance around the room and found Tamaki doing the same, though his tears were from the yawn he’d just given

All three of you watched Tamaki adorably shifts as he rubbed the tired from his eyes, something he flushed over when he’d finally noticed the attention

Nejire declared that meant bedtime and hopped from her seated position, pulling Tamaki along with her

In a matter of moments she was dragging the tired boy out of the room to their own dorms

You and Mirio chuckled at her antics before you too got up to get going

Mirio offered to walk you to your dorm, which wasn’t far down the hall, but he made such a show of it how could you say no?

Of course he spent the whole walk telling even more terrible jokes that continued to crack you up

By the time you’d gotten to your dorm you were so giggly you couldn’t see straight

Mirio waved as he turned and walked the 5 feet back to his own room

He then turned around and waved again, claiming he already misses you

You giggled at him and returned to your own room

He loved your laugh.

#Emile's Arts #BNHA X Reader #MHA X Reader #All Might #Toshinori Yagi #Present Mic #Hizashi Yamada #Yuga Aoyama #Mashirao Ojiro #Denki Kaminari #Katsuki Bakugo #Juzo Honenuki #Neito Monoma #Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum #Fat Gum #I was going to do Toga as well #But all it was going to be was crying over Magne cause that's my mood so #I'll write toga another time #BE THE CONTENT YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE TAG #I say that #and if I actually followed that I would write nothing but Monoma content all the time #and Inasa I should write more for Inasa #80% of these can also be seen as platonic because I didn't feel like doing much else #I apologize openly for Bakugo I was thinking of something highly specific #Also please know a good half of these with the students are General Studies Reader #or support course student reader #Because I didn't feel like thinking too hard about hero course reader #I am in a sit on the ground and cry for no reason mood tonight and so that is the content I create #Please enjoy. Send requests if you want to. I dunno man this is 99% for me

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BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

#bnha 294 #mr. compress #...and actually that's pretty much it lol #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this is up later than usual (and mostly unedited as well)#just one of those days

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 10,418

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe, @gallickingun, @mirakumiruku, @wakaoujisenhime, @sunnieskies02, @hisoknen

Art in banner by me.

This was incredibly frustrating. Finally, after years of admiring and being an incredibly dedicated fan, you were standing in front of your favorite punk rock band. They were just a few feet from you, so close that you could reach out and touch them. How badly you wanted their full and undivided attention was near suffocating, and yet, it was so difficult for you to find the courage to speak at all. You had given them your name after you had been brought backstage for the meet up, which was a perk of the insanely expensive VIP tickets you and your friends had purchased.

That’s all that you had been able to say. Your friend, however, was absolutely bursting with questions. You were very close to her, but damn, you wished that she would just stop talking long enough for someone else to get a word in. All day you had been brooding over what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to say to these men that had been such a huge part of your life for the last few years. Their music had inspired you, made you cry, pumped you up so much that you’d jump around your room and just jam out. But, more than that, they had saved you. You didn’t know how to explain it, or even how it happened in the first place, but you had truly begun to feel like their existence is what you lived for.

Was that unhealthy? Probably. But who could blame you? You loved every single one of them. All five men were like your best friends, and you felt so close to them from your time following them on social media and attending their concerts. You knew them like the back of your hand, from birthdays, to favorite food, drinks, hobbies, past or current girlfriends, and you had even found out their personal telephone numbers. Had you ever called them? No, of course not. That would be creepy.

Midoriya Izuku, the band leader and lead singer, was being the most engaging as far as answering questions. Unlike their punkish attire and aesthetic, he was like sunshine, incredibly friendly and soft with his curly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was adorable, able to make all the little fangirls scream and squeal with his grin and a cheeky wink.

Todoroki Shouto, lead guitar and backup singer, was the quiet pretty boy of the group, breaking hearts with his intense and piercing stare. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a soft side to him, but more than anything, he was extremely dense, and his genuine confusion was what made him so desirable.

Kirishima Eijirou, second guitar, was another ray of sunshine amongst the black clothes and punk piercings. He loved to get the crowd riled up, his endless energy and cheery personality infectious. Out of everyone, he was the most openly friendly without a hint of shyness and treated everyone like he had known them forever.

Kaminari Denki, bass guitar, was the group idiot. He was nice, but often did and said things that could get the group into trouble or make a fool of himself in the public eye. Funny and playful, he could make anyone laugh, either from a joke or from just being a silly fool.

Although you adored them all, one of them had you in his grip, like your heart had been locked in a vice that grew tighter every time you saw him. The fifth member, Bakugou Katsuki, was your absolute dream man. Rough, arrogant, mean, and foul mouthed, he was the bands second in command, drummer, and backup singer for moments that required his deep and gruff voice. God, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner. Boyfriend. Husband. Whatever! You wanted him so badly that you dreamed about it constantly, picturing yourself in those strong arms or having those calloused hands on your body. Much to your misfortune, he was the most private on social media, so there was still a lot about him that you didn’t know.

That was one of his most attractive qualities to you. His mystery and his silence. What was he really like? Was he this grumpy and off putting with those close to him? Did he have a gentle side of any kind?

You wanted to know everything about him! But, standing here in front of the entire band, you were frozen, not able to make a squeak. Even your eyes were locked on the floor, unable to look up at them in fear that you would gawk a little too intensely. Or start crying. One of the two would happen, probably.

Your chance to interact with your heroes was slipping by with each moment, however, and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to have this chance again. What did you want to say? What questions had you thought about? You had a million of them, all you had to do was just say one. Something. Anything!

“Bakugou-!”

The name slipped from your lips in a sharp snap, which tapered off at the end with a tremble. Just as the sweet name left your lips, your eyes darted up, catching the confused and irritated crimson glare of the blonde drummer. At first, you were taken aback by his current appearance, still flushed and sweaty from the concert performance. His blonde spiked locks were wild and unruly, bangs stuck to the sweaty skin of his forehead and cheeks. He was so handsome, all messy and hot--

“U-uhm…” Your friend that stood beside you gave you a nudge in the side, though she was unable to pull your gaze away from Bakugou, who’s annoyed snarl made your heart begin to race. “[Name], I was about to ask something else…”

“What’d you want to say, you damn shitty extra.” Bakugou barked at you, ignoring your friends' whine at being interrupted. “Don’t just bark out my name and then stand there like a fucking moron.” That gruff and demanding voice was intoxicating, making you involuntarily clench your thighs together and clutch at the fabric of your skirt.

“I… I was wanting to know. Uhm,” Your eyes darted across his face and his chest as you tried to think of what you had been wanting to ask him. You couldn’t remember for the life of you, but as your gaze landed on the piercing he had on the bridge of his nose, a thought popped into your head and curiosity flourished instantly. “How many piercings do… do you have?”

Bakugou’s eyebrow cocked in initial confusion at the question, before returning to its usual furrowed position. “The fuck? That’s kind of personal, ain’t it?”

“I’ll tell you how many I have.” You weren’t sure if the teasing, flirtatious sound of your voice was purposeful or not, but just hearing yourself made the tips of your ears flush. “Five types… Nine piercings total. I bet you beat me on that, hm?”

“Tch, that’s fucking nothing, you little punk poser. I have nine types, thirteen total.” Bakugou shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose shorts, pulling the fabric down just enough to show the skin of his left hip and a peak of his boxers. One of the stated piercings gleamed in the light once exposed, and it took all your willpower to not hyper focus on it. “Not like you’ll ever know them all or see them.”

“I bet I could guess.” “You’d fucking fail, moron-”

“A-ah, let’s not!” Midoriya interrupted, giving a nervous laugh and a wave of his hand to pull your attention off Bakugou. “We’re not here to talk about such personal things, you know! Right, Kacchan?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, giving an annoyed click of his tongue. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.”

“Why?” You once again spoke without thinking. “Because you missed your cue during Collide?” The accusation immediately had Bakugou’s eyes widening in surprise before he scoffed, glaring crimson daggers at you.

“Well aren’t you just a fucking super fan.”

“I try to be.” Although you knew that he wasn’t kind to you, the fact that he noticed your extreme interest in the band made your cheeks flush, looking down at the ground between your black combat boots. The t-shirt you had paired with your skirt was your favorite that you owned of the bands merchandise, and just seeing it as you gaze down over your chest made your stomach bubble nervously. Was it really that obvious? Was it weird to him? Did he like it?

“Ah, well, anyway!” Your friend piped in again, taking a step closer to Midoriya with a sparkle in her eyes. “Deku! Please, tell us about your girlfriend!”

Midoriya instantly went into his flustered state of rubbing the back of his head, his stuttering and embarrassed gibberish cracking with his exhausted voice, leaving you once again off to the sidelines. With a small, quiet sigh, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, more questions burning on the tip of your tongue. In your down casted vision, you saw Bakugou’s feet shift, and there wasn’t a second thought in your mind about looking up at him. Your gaze immediately locked with his, which was still a dark and threatening glare.

Your heart instantly skipped a beat, the heat in your cheeks growing hotter. Had he already been looking at you? Why was he glaring so intensely? You didn’t think that he would get upset with the mention of his mistake that you had pointed out, but perhaps he had gotten embarrassed? In truth, you hadn’t meant your statement to be argumentative in any way. You were more concerned about him. Messing up during a performance was a big deal, and though most people might not have noticed, you were curious if it was eating at him or if he just doesn’t care.

Then, he made a move that you didn’t expect. With a quiet click of his tongue, he began to make his way out of the room, only stopping at the door when Kirishima spoke up.

“Woah, man, where are you going?” The redhead interrupted Midoriya, who also looked at Bakugou curiously.

“I work a lot harder than all of you assholes during a show! I’m sick of fucking standing around, and these losers aren’t even interesting. I’ll be in my room.” Before anyone could stop him, the door slammed shut with his exit, and you turned your attention to Midoriya as he sighed.

“A-aha, I’m sorry about Kacchan! He’s uh… he doesn’t like meetups much.”

“That’s a shame…” You mumbled under your breath, already missing his presence. You could still feel that glare on you, so threatening and dangerous. This had been your chance to really make yourself stand out from the crowd and show him how genuinely interested you were in him, and you wasted it. You cared about him more than these other women that fawned over him like brainless zombies. You were perfect for him. You knew you were, without a doubt, and you wanted him.

It was true that the rest of the band members were close to your heart, that you admired all of them as your heroes. But Bakugou… You had just ruined your chance to talk with him and get to know him.

There wasn’t anything else you could do.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Your question once again popped out of your mouth during the middle of a conversation, though instead of stopping it, Kirishima smiled at you sweetly. His kind face and gentle touch to your arm to lead you away from the group so he could talk to you had your heart racing, almost too scared to take a step in fear that you’d trip with how distracted you were by his face.

“Yeah, babe. Go left down the hall, you’ll see it marked. Don’t get yourself into trouble, m’kay?”

B-babe? Aahh, why would he call me that? He’s too sweet for his own good. Cheeks flushing, you gave a small nod, thanking him quietly before heading out of the room, taking a final quick glance at the group behind you to catch Kirishima giving you a playful wave. Of course, by the time you stepped outside into the hallway, Bakugou had already vanished. Using what you had remembered of the route to get to this room from backstage, you hadn’t seen anything that was labeled as a changing room for any of the men. So, you went left down the hall as you had originally been instructed, glancing at each door you passed to see if there were any names scribbled on the dry erase board many of them sported.

Your heart nearly stopped when you finally saw it. Bakugou Katsuki, written in red marker with a shitty doodle of what looked to be a hand holding up the middle finger, along with the words “fuck off”. Before going in, you took a moment to press your ear up against the door, listening closely to see if there were any signs of life. There wasn’t a single sound or hint of movement, so gathering your courage and glancing up and down the hall for danger, you took hold of the doorknob, your heart beginning to race as it moved without resistance.

With a quiet click, the door opened, not making another sound as you cracked it just enough to look inside. The lights were on, and your suspicions that he hadn’t been inside were confirmed. Feeling a bit discouraged, you considered just going back to the room to finish off your time with the rest of the band. That would probably be enough to satisfy your longing for them, right? The others could be great company, and maybe Bakugou would come back before you left.

But, deep in your chest, you could feel the need to be with Bakugou alone to talk to him one on one. You wanted his attention more than anything, and you knew that there wasn’t going to be another chance for you to see him this close again any time soon. No, you couldn’t run away. You had already come too far to back out now. What’s the worst he could do? Kick you out? Call security to have you removed? Call you names? Press you up against the wall and threaten you?

Ah, well, maybe that wasn’t all that bad. You’d probably melt in his hands and collapse on the floor in a blushing puddle of tears if he so much as touched you.

Gathering your resolve, you pushed yourself on into the room, walking lightly and glancing this way and that to make sure he wasn’t just laying on some furniture or something to take a nap. Feeling confident that he wasn’t in the room, you shut the door behind you with a light click, taking a few timid steps into the room. Almost instantly, you were completely engulfed by the scent of his body spray, which you had only been faintly able to pick up while in the group. It was such a powerful scent, bold and intense, just like him. How quickly just the simple scent of him made your core burning hot was a bit staggering, feeling your knees already growing weak and your chest growing tight.

This is harder than I thought… Just from smelling him like this I feel like I’m going crazy. And he’s not even in here! I should leave before I get too distracted… But… This is his stuff!

Beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed being in the presence of Bakugou’s possessions, your teary gaze scanned the room methodically, surprised to see that the room was actually very well kept. With his brash personality, you more expected Bakugou’s personal space to be a wreck, but the only thing that was really out of place was a small pile of clothes tossed aside next to a suitcase. A desire to be close to Bakugou driving you, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as you made your way towards it, squatting down. Right on top was the tank top he had just been wearing, still soaked with his sweat. It was the most recent thing that had touched his body. It still had his essence all over it. How could you just leave it there?

Picking it up, you brought the shirt up to your nose, inhaling deeply. It was absolutely delicious, your body quivering from the excitement and adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. You were actually holding one of Bakugou’s sweaty shirts in your hands, one that he had just performed in! This was absolutely real. It wasn’t a dream!

Becoming overwhelmed with your feelings for him, you flopped back to sit on your butt, spreading your legs open. Since you were wearing fishnet hose with decently large holes, you had direct access to your already soaked pussy, the little lace thong easily moved aside. Now, all that existed to you was the scent wafting off his shirt and your fingers eagerly stroking your sex, alternating between stroking your clit and digging two of your fingers inside you. The cloth of the t-shirt pressed up against your lips and nose, you panted and moaned softly against it, imagining that you were right up against his chest, his fingers teasing your cunt.

You were so engrossed in your fantasy that you could even hear him taunting you, that deep growl of his voice in your ear.

“That’s right, babygirl. You like when I finger that slutty pussy, don’t you?”

“You’re so fucking wet, you little whore. Dripping all for me.”

“Getting horny just from the smell on my clothes? You dirty fuck.”

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sudden rattling boom of a familiar yell startled you out of your pleasant daydream, turning your moan into a squeal as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were met with the wide-eyed shocked crimson glare of your dream man, who was standing halfway in the room, as if he had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. All you could do was sit there in shock, still holding his shirt up to your face as your other hand tried to pull your skirt down between your legs, as if to hide your sin.

“I,” Stuttering, you tried to gather yourself, clenching your thighs together tightly. “I, uhm, Bakugou, it’s not- How’d you… get in?”

His shocked expression contorted into one of confusion, then into annoyance, his brows furrowed deeply as he startled at you. “Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t lock the door, ya dumb cunt.” Walking the rest of the way inside, he slammed the door shut loudly behind him, startling you again enough to scurry back against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest protectively. “What the fuck are you even questioning me for? You’re the horny bitch sitting on my floor sniffing my fucking clothes and touching yourself.” Without having to look back at the doorknob, Bakugou gave the little lock a twist, setting the latch firmly in place.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you could only stare at him, your eyes captivated by that fierce glare. How hot he made you only intensified now that he was back in your presence, and more than that, the asshole was even shirtless. His flawless muscular figure made your mouth feel dry, as if any and all liquid your body could produce was pooling between your legs. It was everything you could do not to start touching yourself again, clutching onto his shirt with both hands tightly. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I-”

“You’re just a damn psycho fan, aren’t ya?” Reaching up to give his hair a quick ruffle, Bakugou started making his way towards you, his ruined and ragged skater shoes squeaking against the smooth wooden floor. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip your shirt off during the fucking concert and throw your bra on stage.”

“I’m not stupid like those girls… I have dignity. And I don’t want a bunch of other people seeing my tits anyway.” Your voice lowered down to a meek whisper by the time he stood in front of you, both of his hands on his hips, as if he were about to scold you like an angry parent. With him so close, your eyes glanced over every inch of his bare torso, drinking in how absolutely flawless he was. What was even more enticing was the piercings he had so proudly boasted about not long ago, a pair of them placed on his collarbones, nipples, and hips.

“Tch, dignity?” Bakugou scoffed, a sly smirk crossing his lips. “‘Dignity’, the little slut says, as she sits on the floor in my dressing room fucking herself to the stench on my shirt. Pathetic.”

“What are… Are you going to kick me out?”

“There’s a lot that I could do to you,” Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, his lips curling up to show his gums. “But how about you tell me what the fuck you were doing in here?”

“I just… I really wanted to get an autograph or picture with you. You’re my,” Your breath caught in your throat, not wanting to let it slip that he was your absolute dream man. “You’re my favorite band member.”

“Then what are you doing with my clothes?”

An intense burning suddenly rushed to your cheeks with a new round of embarrassment, and with it came the stinging sensation of tears building up in your eyes. What had you been doing? You had just wanted to talk to him more, to get to know him better, and just spend time with your hero. And yet, you had let yourself get completely overwhelmed by a burning desire for him, one that was just too strong to ignore in the moment of solitude with his possessions. You knew that you had a very intense crush on him, but that bad and that… gross? You had told yourself over and over that you weren’t like the desperate women who would do anything filthy to get his attention, yet here you were, sniffing his clothes and touching yourself.

“I… I don’t know what I was doing.” Your voice quivered as you avoided looking at him, trying to blink the tears away. “That was really gross of me. I had just… wanted to see you in private. I wasn’t getting a chance to talk to you, to any of you, and… I just wanted my chance.”

“You wanted your chance, eh?” Bakugou brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were in thought, contemplating his options. “So much that you’d sneak into my room, to wait for me or try to corner me?”

Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you coward down back against the wall, wishing that you could just shrink away in shame. Your impulses had completely ruined your chances. He had to think you were a total freak by now, he’d never want to even give you the time of day.

“Ya know,” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, taking a half step closer to you. His posture and presence over you was so aggressive and domineering that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, only pulling your legs up tighter to your chest to try and get further away from him. “You talk all big, saying that you’re not like those other extras out there that’ll drop their pants in seconds for me. That you have ‘dignity’. But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re just like those other sluts out there, a stupid whore that is driven by nothing but her cunt.”

You gave a small shake of your head, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the swirling in your stomach from how he was treating you. You couldn’t believe it was turning you on so much. “No, I… That isn’t what I wanted.”

“I think it is. You’re disgusting. Nothing but a filthy super fan and a stalker. Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Because… It’s not true. I love you, but not… It’s not all like that.”

“If you loved me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” The change in tone caught you off guard, his voice no longer accusatory and vicious. Instead, his growl was almost soothing, as if he were trying to calm your frantic thoughts of failure. “You’d do anything to stay in the same room as me. To just be able to fucking look at me or get a shitty autograph, hm?”

“I would… yes.” Your heart racing, you tried to blink away the tears still prickling in your eyes, but they were persistent. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll… do that, too. I shouldn’t have come here like this in the first place…”

“You regret it?” Bakugou moved his hands back to his hips, his fingers resting against the pristine shape of his hips with such rugged and confident posture. You were so conflicted on your feelings, and that question only made your throat grow tight. Did you regret it? All your actions up to this point had gotten you here, alone in his room with him, and no matter what the interaction was or may end up being, just getting to be here was a dream come true.

But what would you do? Would you really do anything he asked of you? Anything? In truth, you didn’t think that you had the courage and you would just annoy him until he kicked you out. What would he even want from you in the first place? You weren’t innocent enough to not have noticed the bulge beneath the zipper of his shorts, pressing up into the fabric. Was this entire situation, having you cowering on the floor in front of him like this, actually turning him on? Did he… like you, then? Was he attracted to you?

“I asked you a question.” Bakugou snapped when you didn’t answer him, leaning forward a bit to glower down at you with that typical snarl.

“I don’t… I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to upset you.”

“Aw, don’t want to upset me, eh?” With a click of his tongue, Bakugou’s snarl stretched into a smirk. “Poor little stalker, scared to upset me. Don’t worry, babygirl. Just do what I ask, and you won’t upset me.”

“Really? You’re not upset?”

“Not at all, babe. But you have to do what I say. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” The condescending growl of his voice was lost to you, only able to latch on to the pet names and hope of getting back on his good side.

“Yes.”

“Because you’re not like those other girls. You're my number one fan. Aren’t you?”

A new burning of heat and tears flared up, unable to stop the happy smile on your lips. “Yes. Yes! I am! I love you so much-”

“Get on your knees.”

Smile faltering, you were confused by the demand, looking up at Bakugou through your gathered tears. “What?”

“Get on your fucking knees.” Bakugou snapped again, the gleam in his glare almost… sinister. Still, there was something in you that begged for you to comply, and just like your impulses earlier, you couldn’t ignore it. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands, you slowly shifted yourself up onto your knees as demanded, though the space between him and the wall was limited. Worried about your face being too close to his crotch, you sat back mostly on your legs, but he was quick to correct you.

“All the way up on your knees.”

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself up to be kneeling, your eyes glancing and looking everywhere but at the crotch of his baggy blank punk shorts, which reached his knees and ended in tattered fabric. The chains on both hips rattled lightly as he shifted his weight to his other foot, and that slight sound pulled your eyes to look at them, and thus at his crotch. At this angle, you could truly see how strained he was, the form of his cock clearly visible. The heat in your cheeks grew fiercer just thinking about what was just a few inches from your nose, and what was worse, the smell of him was overwhelming all your senses. He must have just recently reapplied his spray after sweating like mad for hours on end, but even his natural scent was enticing.

“What are you looking at, babe?”

Bakugou’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you to look up at his face. “Nothing… Just, well…” Your voice tapered off, unable to find it within you to ask him. He obviously had a boner, but what the hell did that mean?

“Open your mouth. Keep those pretty eyes on my face.” His commands had grown softer, as if he were purring at you to keep you compliant. Opening your mouth as told, you peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back a little. The way his smirk grew had your skin tingling, but that isn’t what had all your attention. Your focus was on his hips, listening to the rustling of fabric and watching the movement of his arms through your peripheral vision. “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. And don’t move.”

Slowly, your tongue lolled out, and the low groan he gave in satisfaction of your obedience had you opening your mouth wider. As you sat there waiting for him, you could feel the saliva beginning to dribble down your chin and along the length of your tongue, gathering in a slick pool before dripping off the tip of your tongue to the floor.

Suddenly, you felt a hard and hot presence slap against your tongue, making you squeak and recoil back. Though, before you could get far, your hair was in Bakugou’s fist, yanking you back up into position and peering up at him in shocked fear. He was visibly agitated, but his smirk was still wide, teeth bared.

“What do you think you’re doing, slut? I said don’t move. You told me you’d do anything I say.”

Trembling now, you pulled your gaze from his to look at his hips, pressing your lips together tightly as you gazed upon his erect cock. As he held it steady with his free hand, you couldn’t help but take in every detail, from the girth and length, the prominent veins and ridges, and the frenum barbell piercing nestled just under the blushing head. It was truly the most attractive cock you had ever seen in your life, and a fire began to rage in your core as you realized that was what had just hit your tongue.

Bakugou’s cock… He… He wants me to suck him off? What if I’m not good enough… I shouldn’t!

You could feel the heat of your essence beginning to dribble down your thighs, your poor excuse for underwear and hose completely soaked through. You could feel the throbbing all the way into your stomach, and it was impossible to deny that you were the horniest you had ever been. But this isn’t what you had expected or wanted to do. Was it?

“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” Bakugou pulled your head a bit closer, giving you a few rough smacks to the cheek with his impressive cock. “You would do anything for me.” With your lips still tightly closed, he ran the tip of his cock across them, smearing his precum along your skin. “So be a good girl and give my cock a little kiss. Be sweet, now.”

Although the demand was embarrassing, the pressure of his grip on your hair and his cock literally at your lips made you feel like you truly didn’t have a choice. He was in control of all of this. He could do anything he wanted. He could get you arrested, even. You had to do what he said, not only for your own benefit, but because you adored him. So, you placed a tender kiss right beneath the head, your eyes fluttering closed. Abandoning the t-shirt in your hands, you reached up to softly caress his cock, using your grip to move it up to give you more access to the underside. Your kisses were quite timid at first, but as one lingered against the underside of his shaft, the pulsing you could feel against your lips made your body ache.

Eventually, your kisses became more passionate, even giving light suckles and little kitten licks, teasing the piercing and the sensitive head. Hearing him groan with the attention pulled your eyes up to look at him, a bit surprised to see that his cheeks were quite flushed, and his smirk had faded. Was he really enjoying this?

Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, Bakugou only further crushed you with his overwhelming presence and dominance, making you pause in worry. “Good girl. Now open your fucking mouth.”

The instant your lips parted wide enough, Bakugou simultaneously pulled your head and pressed his hips forward, shoving his cock into your mouth, the tip stopping at the back of your tongue. Squeaking and groaning in surprise of the forced entry, you clutched on tightly to his thighs, only just having noticed that his shorts had fallen around his feet. His boxers had simply been pushed down out of the way, but the elastic kept them up on his hips for now. You were unable to move, his grip on your hair too tight to pull back. He didn’t want you to do the work?

“That’s it, baby. Keep that mouth nice and open for my cock. You don’t gag easily do you?” You could hear the feigned concern in the question, and the only answer you could give is a furrow of your brow, new tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Oh well. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

It was then that Bakugou began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth slow and shallow. You were actually surprised that he started out so cautious, but you could tell that the pleasure was beginning to grow quickly. “Fuck babe, you’re such a good little slut for me.” Ever so slightly, he began to thrust faster and deeper, until the tip of his cock was hitting against the back of your throat. You were lucky that you didn’t have a strong gag reflex, as you knew that anyone who did would have already puked all over him. But you could take it. You could take it for him, to let him have his way with you just to stay with him a little longer.

Though, you were finding that it was difficult, breathing in through your nose and trying to distract yourself from the burning in your jaw. Each thrust had your nose touching his pelvis and his balls slapping against your chin, which was coated in drool that dripped freely. It was so difficult to handle him, in fact, that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks, only further displacing your already ruined makeup from crying earlier. You were a mess already, but the fire within you didn’t falter. If not for needing to grip onto his thighs to keep you balanced, you would be touching yourself again, the craving for your own pleasure just as suffocating as the dick in your throat.

Still, your struggles were worth it. You got to watch Bakugou’s expression, his brow no longer furrowed in anger but in pleasure, his eyes glazed over with the undying need for release. His face was flushed and sweat was already beginning to drip down along his skin, his body still affected by the intense performance he hadn’t finished not even an hour ago. The way his body moved, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your grip on his thighs. He was so gorgeous.

You had expected him to finish in your mouth, but after some time of fucking your throat raw, he stopped, holding the back of your head as he dug his cock as deep in as he could. You groaned and whined from the pressure, wishing desperately for relief while pushing on his thighs. With his own groan and hiss of pleasure, Bakugou pulled out of your mouth slowly, his smirk returning as he took in the sight of you. “You should see yourself. Filthy. Keep your tongue out.” When he finally removed himself completely, you took in a deep breath, gasping and panting to try and recover from the brutality you had to endure. Your tongue, however, stayed out as he demanded, allowing him to rub the underside of his tip against it.

“You’re fuckin’ hot, you know that? So fucking sexy. I bet you have a nice tight little pussy, too.” After a few rough slaps of his cock against your tongue, he took a step back, stepping out of his shorts as he did so as well as his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. “Stand the fuck up.”

Swallowing hard, you took the moment of getting to your feet to wipe your chin of the mess of liquids, but you didn’t get much time to steady yourself. Snatched by the arm, Bakugou dragged you over a few feet towards the couch, grabbing you once again by the hair and forcing you down over the armrest. The couch was quite tall, so with your upper body pressed into the cushions and your hips snuggly in place against the armrest, you could barely touch the floor with your tiptoes. It was another uncomfortable position, but you ignored the pressure on your belly as your ass was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, your skirt flipped up out of the way.

“Fuck you have a nice ass.” Gripping your backside with both hands firmly, Bakugou squeezed and spread you open, taking in the pleasant view. “What a fucking punk poser you are with these shitty fishnets. They don’t even do shit.” Digging his fingers into the holes along your crotch, he gave a rough yank, ripping the fabric open to give him easy access. “Holy fucking shit, you should see how wet you are, babygirl.”

You whimpered at the feeling of his thumb stroking along your sex, the slick that coated your skin giving him no resistance. You could feel it, all over your inner thighs and aching cunt, but now your favorite person in the entire world could see it, too. He could see how wet he made you, how getting tossed around by him made you feel.

I… I didn’t agree to all of this. I know it isn’t right. I didn’t want it to go this far, but… How can I stop him? Why would I stop him? He’s… I love him so much! I want him to touch me, even though I know I shouldn’t--

Your thoughts were cut off by your own gasp, your body tensing and legs bending at the knee involuntarily at the sudden pleasure that rocked through your body. You knew what it was, his tongue hot and eager against your clit as he ate you out. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt and grunting in delight at the taste of you had your mind spinning, the pleasure devouring your body. Not wanting to be heard by anyone outside, you moaned and gasped into the fabric of the couch cushion, digging your nails into it as you did everything you could to not writhe out of his grip.

You were so sensitive to his touch that you could feel everything, from his nails digging into your hips to the way his tongue piercing slid across your clit. It was as if he knew exactly how to use it to be able to drive you completely insane, the hard metal sending shocks of lightning through your body with each stroke and flick.

“Ba-Bakugou, ahh-!” You tugged and pulled at the couch cushion in your grip, digging the toes of your boots into the floor. “It’s too much! Wait--!”

“Too much? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You can take anything I give you.” As he stood back up, you looked up at him over your shoulder, having to peek through your messy hair to see him. That wicked and excited smirk was back, and you were only able to watch as he gripped your ass in his hands, sliding his cock between your cheeks to coat himself in your essence. “And I know what you want me to give to you. You want my dick inside you, babygirl?”

Immediately, you stomach rolled nervously, eyes on the tip of his cock and the precum dribbling from it. You were on birth control, there wasn’t necessarily anything risky about that, but there was something else that pricked at the back of your mind. If you did this with him, then you knew that you could never settle for another man. You would want him forever, as you always had, but would you ever get a chance like this again? Would you ever even see him again after today?

It doesn’t matter… I’ll do it!

“Yes! Yes, Bakugou, I want you.” You were surprised as he leaned away from you for a moment, though what he was doing was quickly made clear as he came back into full view with a drumstick. The way that it was beaten and chipped told you that it was one he had used that performance, and the other was probably close by, set to be discarded or handed out to fans.

“And why do you want me?” Bakugou dug the stick into your hose, giving a sharp yank to further rip the delicate fabric and expose more of your ass to him fully. “Just because I’m your favorite of the band?”

“No!” You couldn’t help but become defensive. “I… I care about you more than that!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as he began to run the tip of the stick across your skin towards your cunt, mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with it. You could still feel and see his cock between your cheeks, hot and pulsing, and you were honestly surprised that he could hold out to tease you this long. Just seeing you like this, bent over and so submissive, was enough to keep him going long enough to torture you a bit.

“You love me? Even though I’ve slapped you, pulled your hair, and fucked your throat until you went hoarse? Even though I have your ass bent over the couch and haven’t given you any more than a few minutes of pleasure?” Suddenly, he brought the stick down hard onto your ass, making you yelp out and tremble beneath him. The pain was so good! You wanted that again, and you received it without having to ask, a moan slipping from your lips.

“Yes! I’ll love you no matter what you do to me! Always! I love it when you throw me around and use me like this! Please, use me more! I’m your little slut, Bakugou--” You were silenced as he leaned over you, his palm pressing into the side of your face and pushing the hair roughly away from obscuring your flushed and teary features. Now with your full attention, Bakugou smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, no, my pet. Call me by my name.”

The heat that rushed to your face made even his burning palms feel cool, trying to blink the tears away as they rushed down the side of your nose to soak into the couch. Was he being serious? He wanted you to call him by name… by his first name. Something that he never allowed anyone but those close to him to do, and you had seen him on more than one occasion snap at people when they did it. He was huge on respect and feeling dominant over others, so to him, his given name was sacred.

“Ka… Katsuki…” You couldn’t speak any louder than an airy whisper, though his reaction was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. Smirk growing, Bakugou sat up from over your back, his fingers curling into your ruined hair as he began to rut his hips against you. His cock stroked slowly against your ass, his tip teasingly pressing into your cunt before slipping up back between your cheeks.

“Again.” The drumstick still in his free hand, he brought it down hard onto the already abused and welted cheek, right as your voice had begun to leave your lips.

“Ka-ah! Katsuki!” With another whack, your body instinctively tried to shift away from him, though all it did was off set his cock. His tip slipped into you, making you pause, both from the feeling and from the irritated growl that left his chest.

“What a naughty little bitch, trying to get me to fuck you before I say so.”

“N-no, it was just--”

“-- Well if you want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!” Abandoning your hair and the drumstick, he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, sinking his cock into you with one quick snap of his hips. “I’ll show you who fucking owns you!”

You didn’t have time to think or respond as he began to fuck you, fast and hard. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, rolling through your body like electricity. It was perfect, everything you had ever imagined and more. The way he filled you up to the absolute brim, not leaving a single inch of you untouched, had the coil in your core tightening so quickly that you couldn’t even think about how to restrain it. You were going to cum very quickly, and you had never wanted to so badly in your life.

“How does my cock feel inside you, slut?”

“G-good,” You struggled to choke out a response behind your moans, which squeaked with surprise as he picked up the pace. “It feels good!”

“You want to cum all over it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

At first, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was asking you, your mind growing hazy to everything but the pleasure. “I… please!” You reached back, clutching onto his hand tightly, digging your nails into his skin in hopes that it would keep him latched to you. “Please! Please let me cum, Katsuki! I want to cum all over your cock! I love it!”

When the pleasure stopped, all you could do was sit there in shock, the emptiness you felt as he pulled out of you making your stomach sink. Had you said the wrong thing? Before you could really ask him, you were grabbed by the elbows and lifted up off the couch, your body flipped so you were sitting on the armrest with your legs now loosely hooked around his hips. In the next moment, his strong arms were around your body, one hooked around your hips to pull them snug against his own while the other supported your upper body. What shocked you more than that was the fierceness of his lips against yours, kissing you with intense passion and aggressiveness that you couldn’t help but to give in.

Wrapping your arms around his torso, you moaned and gasped softly into the kiss, his hips once again rutting against yours to stroke his length against your clit. For a moment, things seemed to feel different than they had during this entire experience. It wasn’t as if he were using you anymore, doing everything entirely for his own benefit. Instead, his touch was attentive, caressing you and moving your body into position without force. Even the way he kissed you was quick to change, from dominating your mouth to a more tender sweetness. You didn’t ever want it to end, but you allowed it when he pulled away, gazing up into his piercing crimson gaze as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” The growl against your lips was teetering on threatening, as if he were warning you to not even think about turning away or hiding your face in his shoulder. “I want to see how good my cock makes you feel, baby. So cum all over it like a good girl.” As he began to sink his cock into you slowly, you couldn’t control your reactions to it, Your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as he bottomed out inside you, even biting down onto your bottom lip as you whined.

“Yes, Katsuki--” Your voice hitched as he began to thrust into you again, his cock reaching even deeper inside you that it had been before. “--Please watch my face… See how happy you make me!”

“That’s right, you slut. That’s because you belong to me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me.” As he fucked you, he relied on your grip on him to keep you up, both of his hands moving to grip your hips again. As the pleasure began to boil, you dug your nails into his back, your voice spiking as he became rougher with the added pain.

“Yes! Yes, anything! I’ll be your little slut forever, Katsuki! Just please don’t stop!” It was impossible to tear your eyes away from his even if you wanted to, but it was more than just the fact that they were intoxicating. He may have wanted to watch your face for the visual expressions of pleasure, but he didn’t realize that his demand to keep your eyes on him gave away more than he probably had expected to. There was no anger or frustration that you had seen before. Instead, he seemed absolutely overwhelmed with the pleasure himself, just as you were, and the flushing of his cheeks paired with his upwards furrowed brow gave him almost a… desperate look. Like he was pushing himself to make sure he was fucking you as well as he possibly could.

Was he feeling some self-consciousness about all of this, too? Or regret for pushing you to this, unwillingly at first? You didn’t know, and you knew in the end he wouldn’t tell you if you asked.

“Fucking hell, babygirl, your pussy is so fucking tight,” Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours again, wrapping his arms back around your waist to hold you closer, both to the edge of the armrest and his body. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in months. I hope you’re ready for my cum all over that pretty face--”

“No!” You moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, one hand pressing against the back of his head with fingers tangled in his hair. “Come inside me! Please, Katsuki, I want you to fill me up! It’s okay--” Your voice cracked with a cry of pleasure, your encouragement pushing him to fuck you harder and deeper.

“Then cum for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock.”

With that command, you couldn’t hold the coil still any longer. It shattered with his movements inside you, each rough hit of his tip against your cervix only prolonging your orgasm and sending wave after wave of harsh pleasure through your body. Trembling, you squeezed onto him tightly, clutching a fist full of his hair and kissing him roughly, moaning and sighing softly into the kiss as he didn’t give you a moment to breathe. Within moments after your climax, his thrusts became slower and erratic, before he was finally able to release.

Groaning and cursing against your lips, Bakugou kept his gaze locked with yours, not giving you any room to move or pull back as he came inside you. How hot it was coating your walls made you shiver, squeezing his hips with your thighs and pulling yourself in closer. It was an incredible high, and as you both came down from it together, you both loosened your grip on each other.

For a moment, you stayed connected, your head on his shoulder with your forehead pressed against his neck, able to feel his pulse against your skin and his chest heaving against yours. Had all of this really just happened? You were pressed up against your crush, his arms wrapped around you with one large hand stroking up and down your back softly. It was so strange compared to his aggressive demeanor just moments before. You knew that it should have made you happy, but instead, all it did was confuse you, and you felt a new wave of tears rush down your flushed cheeks.

Able to feel your tears run down his chest, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue, prying you off him with little pressure. In the same moment, he slipped his semi flaccid dick from within your still aching cunt, pulling his boxers back into place to cover himself. “Fucking crying again? Seriously?”

Steadying yourself on the armrest with your hands, you kept your gaze downcast, squeezing your legs together as you could feel his cum beginning to leak out. “I’m sorry, Bakugou, I just--”

“--Katsuki!”

His loud correction made you jump, looking up at his face in shock as he glowered down at you. His cheeks were still flushed red, but you were unsure if it was from the exertion of what you had just done or from something else. Reaching over, Bakugou wiped your cheeks roughly with his thumbs, before giving you a bump to the bottom of your chin, as if telling you to cheer up. “I already fucking told you, psycho fan. Katsuki.”

“Right. I… should I leave now?”

Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stared up at Bakugou expectantly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. With another click of his tongue, Bakugou bent over and snatched the forgotten drum stick up off the floor, taking a few steps away towards the vanity that was neatly organized with what you assumed he wore during a performance. Picking up what looked like a marker, Bakugou wrote something on the thick end of the drumstick, before presenting it to you. “Here.”

Feeling your throat begin to close up as nerves began to take hold of you, it took you a moment to even find the courage to look at the stick, scared of what he might have written on it. Of course, it was probably just his autograph, which he had promised you at the beginning of all this. There wasn’t much time to look at it, though, before Bakugou huffed, shoving it against your chest and forcing you to grab it. “Take the damn thing!”

Body still feeling quite weak, you squeaked as you fell backwards onto the couch from his push, clutching the drumstick tightly. You could see the tips of Bakugou’s ears flush as he scoffed, pointing towards the door that led out into the hallway. It was… cute.

“Will you get out! Fuck, you’ve wasted enough of my time for now, go back to your friends!”

For now…?

Sitting up, you took a moment to fix your hair and wipe your face again, using the edge of your shirt to help you. “Do I look clean enough?”

“You look just as fucking hot as you did when I first walked in. Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.” Walking over towards his pile of laundry, Bakugou picked up the shirt he had caught you with, tossing it at you and hitting you in the face. “And take that shit with you! You like it so much; you can have it.”

Clutching both of your new prized possessions close to your chest, you hopped up like an excited child, smiling wide and squealing as you hopped towards the door. “Aahh, thank you, Katsuki! Thank you! I’m… sorry again for intruding…”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the welts on your ass. Now fuck off!” Bakugou barked again, trying to rush you out for whatever reason. Stepping outside, you couldn’t help but take a moment to lean back against the wall when the door shut, breathing heavily and blushing fiercely. In truth, you weren’t sure what to make of that entire endeavor, thrown into a confusing mix of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and longing. You shouldn’t have done that, and yet, you just didn’t want to leave his side.

“Got a little lost, didn’t ya, babe?”

The squeal that left your lips was quickly doused by the t-shirt in your hand, jumping and nearly slamming yourself back against the wall in shock of the unexpected voice. Standing across the hall was Kirishima, whose presence you were surprised you didn’t notice immediately. The mischievous smirk on his lips quickly widened into a pleasant grin, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. Had he been waiting for you to come out?

“You skipped the bathroom, you know! It’s down that way. I decided to come look for you before we were forced to call security guards, but I guess Bakugou found you first.”

“A-ah, sorry! I… saw him go in his room and I just wanted an autograph.” Holding your treasures close to your chest, your stomach rolled nervously as Kirishima leaned in closer, his eyes locked on the visible part of the drumstick.

“Aahh, I get it! Bakugou can be kind of a jerk, I’m surprised! But uh… if you want to convince anyone else that you were just getting an autograph, you should really go to the bathroom. I’m sure Bakugou didn’t give you a mirror, but you look like you had a real good time.” You could hear the tone in his voice lower from friendly to flirtatious, and you quickly tried to fix your hair.

“H-he told me I looked fine!”

“To him you probably do. May I?” Still grinning with a friendly disposition, you glanced at both of Kirishima’s hands as he held them up in an offering of help, before nodding timidly. He began to run his rough fingers through your hair, fixing it back into a state of normalcy with a tender touch that was so opposite to what you had just experienced with Bakugou. “You’re cute. I can see why he was so into you right away.”

“That isn’t… normal for him?” Your eyes glanced over Kirishima’s exposed muscular arms and sides, the deep cut in the arms of his tank showing all the way to his hips. You thought you saw his smile turn sly out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Nah sweetheart. Bakugou might be a lot of things, but he doesn’t go for random chicks.” Seemingly satisfied, Kirishima also used his thumbs to wipe your cheeks and under your eyes. “Such a messy thing.”

“Thank you, Kirishima… I’m… I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.” Your heartbeat grew heavier as the redhead in front of you didn’t step back, towering over you just as the blonde had. “I’ll go to the restroom and then... Back to the group.”

With a chuckle, Kirishima nodded, tapping the end of the drumstick a few times. “You do that! I’ll meet you back there, just going to have a few words with our drummer. Careful with this stuff, yeah? Someone might just try to take it.”

“I will…”

“Go on, then, scoot.” With a nudge, you were pushed forward down the hall gently, only taking a moment to look back at the pleasant smiling man behind you. He was so different from Bakugou and yet they were the closest friends in the band. You knew that Bakugou was going to tell him everything, and you could only hope that it was going to end up a positive conversation. You hated the thought of Kirishima spending the rest of the VIP visit looking at you in disgust, or even the possibility of him putting you down in front of everyone.

Flustered, you scurried down the hall into the bathroom, slipping into a stall. After pushing down what was left of your hoes and your drenched thong, you plopped to sit, relieving yourself as you held the t-shirt and drumstick close to your chest. Though, it dawned on you that you hadn’t even looked at what Bakugou had written on the stick, so growing curious, you held it with both hands and spun it slowly to look over every inch. The ridges, dents, and splints in the wood were marks of every beat Bakugou had played, a solid crack down the middle representing just how powerful he was.

In truth, you felt like that drumstick. You were always a splintered person, emotionally broken and splintered off from the world. And yet, Bakugou had touched you with his passion. But did that mean that you were truly broken now? Could you ever be used again by any other person, or would you snap into pieces the instant your heart tried to find its beat again?

Eyes tearing up, you tried to blink them away, carefully running your finger along the crack until it met with a smudge of black writing. Unlike what you expected, there was no autograph. Instead, the words “Call Me” were scribbled in the black ink, along with a series of numbers.

Is that… his cell phone number?! It’s different from what I had found… Those must have been fakes.

Reaching down into your boot, you pulled out your phone, having placed it there for safe keeping, though you were surprised it stayed in place the entire time in Bakugou’s room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you created his contact and started a message, sending it so quickly you didn’t even consider the consequences, though his words did ring in your ear loud enough to make you think he was right beside you.

“Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.”

He said to call him, but… texting is the same, right?

Me 10:45 pm: Katsuki?

Bakugou 10:47 pm: hey babygirl. ever been to an after party?

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I'm Alright

Inspired by this by @katsupeach and originally just titled "thank god for emme" and also I made it very difficult for myself to write because of all the fanfiction within fanfiction within fanfiction. Fanfictionception. Take a shot every time you read "holy shit"

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Content: childhood friends? sorta, nerdiness and teasing, light smut (minors dni), cringe culture

Time travel. That’s what some people would call it. Most others would say nostalgia, or something along those lines. Everyone looks back on their life and remembers something embarrassing. Even pro heroes do some pretty cringey things in their youth.

Deku was a total nerd when he was younger- Not that he wasn’t one now, but he was better at keeping his mumbling to himself, better at not freaking out when a girl talks to him, better at not gawking at other heroes wishing he had the courage to ask for an autograph.

It was because Kaminari- No, Chargebolt. It was all because Chargebolt was bragging about his fans, saying edits about him were really cool and someone sent him fanfiction about himself. Deku’s face had gone as red as it’d been the first time he saw boobs, remembering the days when he wrote fanfiction, when he made edits, when he ran a fanclub online.

The sudden memories made him leave Mina’s party as quick as he could, wanting to delete his old fan account before it could be traced back to him. He hadn’t used it in years, but he was very aware that he’d never deactivated it.

As soon as he was home, he was on his computer, logging in with a very familiar (and very embarrassing) username and password.

username: allmight-alright password: #1PR0hero

He sighed to himself when his profile showed up, remembering the days when he’d log on excitedly, a bruise forming on his arm from Kacchan punching him and his feet hurting from kicking off his shoes at the front door too fast.

For some reason, his notifications were totally blown up. Thousands of likes and hundreds of comments, reblogs, even unanswered messages (most of which were years-old from his old internet friends wondering if he was okay). He scrolled through, seeing that most of his All Might fanfiction had blown up around the time he’d retired. One of his old online friends had kept his account on her fanfiction taglist, despite him being gone. He noticed the most recent one she’d written was only a week old. She was still using her account? All these years, she’d never picked up some other hobby?

He paused for a moment, remembering that she did have other hobbies. He cursed himself for the assumption that a fanfiction writer didn’t have a life, despite knowing that wasn’t true. Prejudice, you know? He remembered staying up late messaging her. She played piano. She wanted to be a dancer. Her favorite book was a compilation of professional essays written about quirks and theories about where they came from.

His face flushed red when he remembered the huge crush he’d had on her when he saw her first face reveal. She’d deleted it after only a few hours, but she was so pretty, and such a nice person. He blushed even harder remembering that he’d never put his real name on his account. She called him Alrighty based on his username.

Another message popped up in his feed, from her.

herofics-dot-org: OMG ALRIGHTY YOU’RE BACK !!!

Deku smiled, fingers flying across the keyboard to respond.

allmight-alright: yeah lol allmight-alright: i’m actually just here to delete this account

herofics-dot-org: nooo :( herofics-dot-org: why???

allmight-alright: my old fics are all super cringe

herofics-dot-org: you’ve only been active for like five minutes herofics-dot-org: at least stay a bit and chat herofics-dot-org: it’s been like nine years

allmight-alright: holy shit really???

herofics-dot-org: yeah, we were like 14 when you logged off forever herofics-dot-org: that makes you 23, right? herofics-dot-org: since you’re a year younger than me lmao

allmight-alright: ok but i’m probably taller than you now

herofics-dot-org: you 5’2” bastard lol

allmight-alright: kiuajbhgdvytf >:0 allmight-alright: n e ways why do you still tag me in stuff

herofics-dot-org: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ herofics-dot-org: idk i guess i was hoping you’d come back someday lol

allmight-alright: ok i guess that’s fair lol allmight-alright: i haven’t actually checked your recent stuff yet

herofics-dot-org: omfg go do it i’ve gotten so much better at writing herofics-dot-org: oh also i put that collab fic we did forever ago on my nostalgia masterlist herofics-dot-org: it’s where all my older fics are

allmight-alright: i’ll go check out the new ones!!!

Deku closed the messaging system, going back to his notification wall and finding her most recent fic. The first thing that caught his eye was the glittering gif banner of his own face. The second thing he noticed was her content warnings. His face flushed red again as he read.

Content: angst, hate fucking, exhibitionism, dubcon, secretary!reader, size difference, pwp, use of daddy and babygirl, comfort/fluff ending because i’m a huge sap for deku

The fic started off a little less intensely as all her other smut fics did, but she was right; Her writing had improved. A lot. Her infamous porn without plot fics had always started strong with ‘he slammed his member into me, ripping my hymen with no mercy’ or ‘she shoved me down on the bed, both of us tearing off our clothes frantically’ but this was so much better. So much so that he almost refused to believe it was written by the same giddy preteen fangirl he used to know.

“-the only good thing about you is your giant cock and you don’t even know how to use it, you asshole!” Y/n practically screamed, tears bubbling over from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in thick droplets as her heart raced in her chest.

Deku grabbed both of her teeny wrists in one large, calloused, scarred hand, the warmth of his skin nearly burning Y/n as her head spun- With anger? Arousal? In the heat of the moment, she could hardly tell.

Deku blushed, not knowing if he could even continue reading without his head exploding. He’s not mean! He’s not an asshole, he would never treat a woman so roughly, especially one that worked for him. He treasured his work relationships almost as much as personal ones. Coworkers are people too!

He decided to scroll through her profile, maybe see if she had any Chargebolt fics. After all, he was so proud of his fans.

She did indeed have Chargebolt fics. Twelve of them, actually, accompanied by two Dynamight fics (both angst, one where the reader died at the end), seven Froppy fics, four Uravity fics, a Grape Juice crack fic, a Hawks x Endeavor request from a few years ago, and…

“Holy shit.”

Deku covered his mouth, realizing he’d spoken aloud. No one was around to hear him, but still.

Sixty eight Deku x Reader fics.

He also noticed she’d expanded from just fanfiction. She had a second account where she posted original short stories and poems, she had a place where dedicated readers could donate money or pay for more complicated requests. She had several professional-style essays on quirks and quirk history (Deku almost laughed, it was almost too in-character), reference links included, and dissertations of different heroes with images provided by another account- Credit given and granted permission of use, of course.

There was a lot to scroll through.

Why Hawks’s quirk is one of the worst Unpopular opinions about All Might’s retirement explained Deku’s UA debut and why he broke his own bones Deku’s UA debut 2: Shoto Todoroki Seven years ago today: details about All Might’s former sidekick Deku’s UA debut 3: his galaxy brain during the obstacle course Reasons I hate Dynamight (since people won’t stop asking) All Might or Endeavor? Deku’s UA debut 4: behind the scenes UA’s class 1-A at the USJ Why Cellophane’s costume is the worst thing ever ‘Deku is problematic’ theory explained

“Oh my god.”

The sheer amount of Deku content on her page was incredible. Fanfiction, photos, edits, videos, explained theories, multiple essays about his costume alone, clips of interviews, cross-referenced articles side-by-side with opinions and facts pulled out of official papers-

allmight-alright: holy shit there’s so much deku

herofics-dot-org: lmao yeah herofics-dot-org: i suddenly understand your fascination with all might

allmight-alright: kyjwfevgdh shut up

herofics-dot-org: i can’t believe you’re going to deactivate your account T-T herofics-dot-org: i don’t even know your social medias so i won’t be able to find youououuuuuuu :(

allmight-alright: ok ok i won’t delete my account

herofics-dot-org: YAY!!!! herofics-dot-org: you’re the best alrighty

Deku froze for a moment, pondering his next message.

allmight-alright: yeah i AM the best allmight-alright: i’m like the number one hero or something lol

herofics-dot-org: jhagvjcdghvre you wish lmao herofics-dot-org: you just wish i liked you as much as i like deku

allmight-alright: gjaskdhvbywe shut up

She’d always been very good at messaging back quickly, as well as knowing when not to send a text or exactly what message an emoji was meant to convey, but she didn’t answer for a minute. Deku thought perhaps something had happened before she got back to her computer, or maybe she wasn’t as good at texting as she used to be.

He saw the gyrating ellipses pop up for a moment, indicating that she was typing, but it disappeared again in a second. It popped up again, then disappeared, then another time.

herofics-dot-org: hey so this might be kind of a weird ask and i know we haven’t talked in nine years but do you wanna meet up?

Deku stared at the screen blankly.

allmight-alright: irl?

herofics-dot-org: only if you want to but yeah

Deku was typing in an answer before his brain even registered her other message.

allmight-alright: i’d love to allmight-alright: when and where?

herofics-dot-org: i’m not busy tomorrow if that works for you

Tomorrow? Deku got off work early tomorrow.

allmight-alright: sure!!! do you know where?

herofics-dot-org: you still live in the same city, right?

allmight-alright: yee

herofics-dot-org: how about that cafe across the street from deku’s agency? maybe we’ll see him and we can take a picture lmao herofics-dot-org: at noon? we can have lunch together

Deku grinned mischievously.

allmight-alright: oooh yessss allmight-alright: i could add his autograph to my collection

herofics-dot-org: nerd

allmight-alright: you’re no better than i am

herofics-dot-org: i have an idea for what to write next herofics-dot-org: “fifty reasons alrighty is the nerdiest nerd of all”

allmight-alright: ooh that reminds me allmight-alright: you write so much non-fanfiction stuff now, even on your fanacc

herofics-dot-org: one time i posted something like “ten reasons the iida agency is totally underrated” and it blew up herofics-dot-org: you probably weren’t online for the ingenium craze i sparked, it was insane

allmight-alright: there was an ingenium craze and i missed it????

herofics-dot-org: yeah!!! it was the best herofics-dot-org: it was my biggest post ever so i took the idea and ran with it herofics-dot-org: i got so many new followers and my non-fic posts like “reasons why” got super popular

allmight-alright: yeah, your masterlist is crazy huge now

herofics-dot-org: LMAO herofics-dot-org: my main masterlist, you should see all the other ones

allmight-alright: ...do you have a deku-only masterlist

herofics-dot-org: NKJGBVHSEFA DON’T CHASTISE ME

Deku stared at the message for a bit before going back to her masterlist. He found the link to her Deku-only post and scrolled through all the works she had. One called Fanfiction caught his eye, the title almost too relevant to be a coincidence. He decided to read it.

Content: established relationship, teasing, caught in the act (of reading a fic lol)

Y/n was at it again, indulging in her guiltiest pleasure yet. It wasn’t her fault she was lonely- It was Deku’s! For sure. She had to do this. Since Deku was always working. Yeah. It was all his fault.

That’s what she would tell herself every time she lowered herself onto her green hero-themed dildo. That’s what she would tell herself every time she turned on her phone and started reading the filthiest things she could find about her boyfriend. It was his fault, not hers, that she would feel so empty without him around, like a hollow shell, a hole that needed to be filled up.

Deku slid his dick in easily, Y/n’s ready-and-waiting hole fucked into the shape of his cock long ago. He whispered filthy praise in her ear, holding her close as he snapped his hips against hers, slowly, but with the force of his quirk x1000.

She was so focused on her reading, on how she was feeling, that she didn’t hear the front door open and close, didn’t hear Deku coming home early just for her.

Y/n was right, her writing had improved. Deku couldn’t look away from the screen, eyes scanning every word, taking in every bit of filth. He’d always read everything she wrote, her every post that crossed his dash, and she’d always been good at what she does. He’d been turned on by her smut plenty of times before, but this was different.

She was writing about him. She was writing about having sex with him. She was writing about loving him. Wait-

Okay, wait, hold on.

He remembered having a huge crush on her. She was nice, never made fun of his dorky interests, they even indulged in fantasies together. She had always been on his side. Anonymous hate online had never affected him because she was there taunting his mean anons. She would always say he was one of her closest friends, she was always the first like, the first comment, the first reblog with encouraging tags included (#oml this is the best all might fic ever #number one pro? nah. number one fic). They were each other’s beta readers, the “hey, should I include this?”, the best person to collab with.

She’s totally head-over-heels for Deku. He’s Deku.

So… Does that mean we both like each other?

Deku grimaced, exiting the fic to check her profile and consequently blue-balling himself, sifting through her posts to see if she had a more recent face reveal.

It took a while to find since it was buried between a Dynamight x Red Riot drabble and something called Daddy, I’ve Been Bad that he was scared to look at.

She was still beautiful. She looked incredibly similar to the photo he’d seen of her when they were younger. She still had the same sharp eyes, the same crook in her smile, but she was taller now, filled out in all the right places, and her hair had changed, though it was still just as entrancing and easy to lose yourself in as he remembered.

Speaking of remembering things, he remembered just how hard he was from reading her Deku smut. He decided relieving himself should be the first thing he did next, so he did what he thought was the only rational thing and went back to the Fanfiction smut.

Y/n waited patiently at the café, sitting at a table just outside and drinking a hot chocolate as she slowly nibbled on a pastry. She perked up at anyone who passed her on the sidewalk, always disappointed when they weren’t who she thought they were.

She heard a giddy shout from across the street and watched, fascinated, as the number one hero left his agency, immediately swarmed by fans and press. The urge to run across the street and beg for an autograph was strong, but she’d made a deal to meet with Alrighty, and she didn’t want to miss him. She settled with watching Deku from across the street. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of him signing a little girl’s backpack, watching as the crowd slowly dispersed, fans leaving with autographs and interviewers slowly slinking away empty-handed.

To Y/n’s surprise, Deku crossed the street (he looked both ways first, of course) and stared at the café for a moment. He scanned the storefront, smiling when he saw Y/n. Her heart almost stopped beating.

Holy shit, the number one pro’s looking straight at m- HOLY SHIT HE’S WALKING UP TO ME

“Hi.”

“H-Hi!” Y/n said nervously.

“You’re a big fan, huh?” He asked, gesturing to the Deku t-shirt she forgot she was wearing.

“Uh, yeah,” she said awkwardly.

“Want an autograph?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up and she grinned.

“Yes! Please, yes, sure, thank you,” she said, reaching into her pocket and grabbing a pen, then digging around in her purse for something he could sign. She settled on her phone case and handed them both to Deku.

“No, thank you,” he said smoothly, signing her phone. He handed it back to her, sitting down at her table before she had a chance to look at the signature.

Holy shit, why’s he sitting with me?!

Y/n glanced down at her phone as she tucked the pen away.

Alrighty

She stared at the autograph, completely dumbfounded.

“I- You- Wait, but you’re- We- Huh?!”

“Yeah. Something got lost in translation, I think,” he said, chuckling. He shrugged. “It’s been nine years, after all. I’m sure you’ve got things happening that I don’t know about.”

Y/n was silent for a moment.

“…Wait, shit, you read my fanfiction about you, oh my god, holy shit-”

“I think it’s cool,” Deku said quickly. “I mean, I know what it’s like, remember? And then I actually met All Might himself, so I really do absolutely totally know what it’s like!”

“Oh. Right,” Y/n said awkwardly. “So, the great number one pro used to be some little fanboy dork?”

“Hey! Mean,” Deku said, pouting. He smiled, noticing that Y/n was still shaken, starstruck at the idea of meeting her idol. Not only meeting him, but actually knowing him. Actually- Knowing about parts of him no one else did. After all, none of his other friends knew a thing about his life before UA (save for Bakugo, but he didn't count. He didn’t know anything about him, he just knew him).

Y/n laughed, tearing her pastry in half and offering the larger side to him.

“…I asked if you wanted to meet up so that I could ask if you-”

“Want to go out with you?” Deku finished. “Yes. Yeah, I do.”

“…Wanted to go to HeroCon together,” Y/n finished slowly. “Holy shit.”

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illegal-spiegel · 3 years

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Tardy

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader Genre: fluff?, crack??, hint of smut??? Warnings: implications of sex, protective Todoroki but like in a good way Summary: you and Todoroki show up late to class because of...reasons, but Bakugou easily calls you out on why you two are late Word Count: 1k words A/N: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!

1k Followers Event prompts #70 “You smell like {sex}.” & #84 “Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

“Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

You take in a deep breath before letting out a tired groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to help wake yourself up. You drop your hands and look up to find your boyfriend of two years hovering over you, staring you down while doing his tie.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” you tease, stretching your limbs out with an even louder groan. You hear him huff, your smile growing at the sound.

“C’mon, (Y/n). We are going to be late to class,” Todoroki encourages as he tugs his covers off of you, your naked body shivering as soon as the cool air graces your bare skin.

“Baby, it’s cold,” you whine, jutting your bottom lip out into a pout while staring up at him with big, round eyes. He sighs and drops the covers back onto you, unable to resist the look.

“I’m serious. You need to get up if you want to shower and eat breakfast if you don’t want to be late for class,” he replies, completely ignoring your cold and naked figure under the covers. His hands then go back to his tie, his hands gracefully looping the material. You hum as you watch his hands work, remembering how they were working all too well against your squirming body last night.

He just finishes with his tie when you grab it and tug him back onto the bed. “(Y/n),” he starts, his tone making you aware of an oncoming speech. You shush him as you climb into his lap, starting to grind against his thigh as you kiss up his neck.

“Or, instead of a shower and breakfast, we can go another round before we have to go,” you mumble against his skin in a sultry tone. You definitely had his attention, but you wouldn’t know that from how unfazed he looks.

“I’m hungry,” he insists, placing his hands on your hips to push you off when he notices the wet patch you left on his pants. He sighs and leans back against his headboard, his eyes now noticing the way you’re moving and touching your body.

“Well, breakfast is served,” you coo, grabbing his wrist and leading his hand to your excited sex. He tries to resist you, he really does, but he’s just too weak for you. You let out a squeal when he suddenly flips you over, mischief swimming through his mismatched eyes while a smirk comes to his handsome face. You’re already moaning his name and he’s barely touched your most sensitive parts.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he coos right back at you before diving in to enjoy his first meal of the day.

Yeah, you two ended up being late. Not that it mattered though, seeing as how Mr. Aizawa wasn’t even there yet, per usual. You’re sure that you two look like a hot mess, but you couldn’t really bring it in you to care, the sex chemicals still giving your brain happy hormones.

As you’re passing by Bakugou to get to your seat, you hear him mumble, “God, you smell like sex.” Thanks to your brain still being equivalent to mush, you were going to let it go but, of course, your protective boyfriend couldn’t let it go.

“Not that you would know what that smells like, Kacchan,” he quips, knowing just how much the blond hates that name. And, just as you predicted, Bakugou stands up with a snarl and smoke practically spewing out of his nostrils.

“What did you just say to me, you half and half bastard?” he shouts, swiftly moving towards your boyfriend. You sigh with a roll of your eyes and move to stand in front of Todoroki to face Bakugou.

He wouldn’t admit it and no one would dare tease him about it, but Bakugou secretly has a soft spot for you. To be fair though, you’ve been friends almost as long as he and Deku have known each other. Ever since you started dating ‘Icy-Hot’ though, he hasn’t been talking to you as much, which wasn’t very much to begin with.

“Move it, (Y/n),” he growls threateningly but you’re not phased. You cross your arms over your chest and stare him down, refusing to look away from his blazing red eyes.

“No, back off. So what if we smell like sex? We are two consenting adults in a relationship, so shut up about it,” you argue, watching his stance falter. He wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. Then again, everyone knows you and Todoroki are having sex on the regular after what everyone calls the ‘New Year’s Eve Panty Fiasco.’

Bakugou stares at you a moment longer before shifting his gaze to glare at Todoroki. He finally lets it go with a huff and trudges back down to his seat, throwing himself down with a defeated plop. Todoroki eyes him for a couple of seconds before letting you drag him away and to your seats. “Just for that, we should have extra loud sex on the floor since he’s right below us,” he grumbles only for you to hear, his hand taking its usual place on your thigh once you’re seated.

You giggle at his words, pulling out your computer and other materials for class. “Since when are you so bold?” you ask teasingly, knowing that Bakugou just rubs people the wrong way sometimes and drives them to do things they normally wouldn’t do.

“Since I asked you out,” he replies, finally turning to look at you, the hint of a smile on his face and in his eyes.

“Hm, well then, guess we’ll just have to see if you’re still thinking that way once you’ve cooled off. That shouldn’t be hard for you though,” you reply before adding a quirk joke, trying not to laugh at how stiff his face is as he stares back at you.

“I don’t get it.”

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hehebread · 3 years

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[BKDK] Izuku keeps mentioning a Kacchan to reporters and they think that's his gf

this was a request on twt that i had way too much fun writing. warning for suggestive language!

“And is there…. a special person….or a group of people you would like to thank on air today? Anyone who inspired you? Anyone you would attribute your success to? An image of victory per say?”

Izuku’s eyes glimmer as the bright lights of the studio reflect on his irises. “Oh!” He jumps in his seat, his perfectly- coiffed curls bouncing as he nods frantically to the show’s host. “Yes! Yes!” Leaning forward with his hands on his leg, the camera zooms in on his face where the blush is painting his cheeks. “I wouldn’t be the hero I am today if it wasn’t for Kacchan!”

And it’s as if an earthquake alert dropped on the talk show. The host grows this devious grin on his face as he turns to the camera team and says, “Well, well, well, behind every great man is a woman after all.”

Izuku isn’t quite sure why the host is bringing his mother into this since the interview is reaching its end and he has already discussed her influence in detail very early on, but he doesn’t get a chance to ponder.

The host, Yamaguchi-san, leans into Izuku’s space with renowned interest and an interesting glint in his eyes. Izuku feels himself sweating in his oversized maroon-striped suit.

“So, Midoriya-san, Hero Deku, Rising Symbol of Equity and Hope, can you tell us more about … Kacchan?” His voice goes higher at the last syllable, almost sing songs, and Izuku is not sure if he should be worried or not, but he won’t pass an opportunity to gush about Kacchan!

“Ah, Kacchan is very … confident, hardworking, strong, and smart. Kacchan is a hero who knows how to lead a team and perform under pressure, an inspiration to both myself and our entire graduating class, and a”—Izuku can feel the heat rise in his face as he tries to hide in his colour— “a shining star who was closer to me than All Might!”

The host makes a loud ‘AWWW’ noise at the same time as the small audience in the studio. “My, my! Sounds like Kacchan is very important to Hero Deku! Don’t be shy! Tell us more! Is there a physical description to go with your precious person?”

“Ahm!” Izuku fiddles with his fingers as he avoids the gazes on him. There a long beat of silence before he manages to say, “Muscles….Blonde…..Sharp eyes….” With a vague gesture to his middle section, he mumbles, barely audible, “Big, ugh…..” Heart.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” The host goes wild and so does the audience. “So are we talking Hiromi Oshima type big or maybe Rio Natsume, or aaaah Aki Hoshino even ….?”

Izuku feels his ears ring in humiliation as he tries to process what they’re talking about. Something Kacchan has in common with all these beautiful women is his big successful career so Izuku nods. “Yes!” Then, a thought occurs and he rises in his chair. “Even bigger!”

After all, Kacchan’s net worth is higher than these ladies.

“BIGGER?”

“The biggest!”

“Oh my god!” The host is losing his mind now! “And is it … natural? Or did Kacchan get a little help from professionals?”

“No, no, no! Kacchan was a natural ever since we were in school together!” Izuku’s eyes shine with a fire to defend his childhood best friend, no longer trying to hide in his big suit. “No one helped Kacchan get this big!”

“That’s … amazing!” The host shakes his head in both awe and disbelief. “Now we want to see Kacchan in action! When the hero works around the city, defeating villains, does the size get in the way?”

Does Kacchan’s fame get in the way of his work? “Sometimes,” Izuku muses, “But Kacchan never lets the restless and perky nuisances stop him, y’know. With a little shake from his hands, and a few colourful words of wisdoms, nothing gets in the way!” Izuku laughs as he remembers Kacchan’s way of dismissing fans and reporters alike.

“Wow!”

“Of course, there are times where Kacchan’s big firm moulds become springy and hard to control, but I have yet to see an instance where that has been a major issue. ”

Kacchan is still having some adjustment problems with his new hero costume, particularly his grenade mould, but that’s as far as distractions go.

“Does Kacchan not use support?”

“Uhm, only when it’s a dire situation! Sometimes I’m even allowed to provide assistance!”

“You must be very lucky…”

“I am! It feels … exciting and … very special! Kacchan doesn’t trust just anyone, y’know! I can never quite get used to the trust we built together. We are one unit working together.”

“Do you use your hands…. Or something else?”

“Oh, hands! Yes! But anything works really! Whatever Kacchan is comfortable with and needs at the time. Black Whip, combo moves, an iron grip...”

The host furrow his brows and seems to be considering Izuku’s answer before he opens his mouth again. “Uhm, never mind.” He then turns to the camera, smile back on. “Our time is almost running out! Thank you, hero Deku for your time! We look forward to seeing you again in the big screen!”

The next day, Izuku wakes up to the headline: Hero Deku And His Mysterious Busty New Girlfriend: The Beautiful and Spunky Kacchan!

He’s doomed

He sees Kacchan early the next day.

Having spent the morning talking to tabloids and the host show agents about the misunderstanding and whether or not it was possible to take down the episode at least, Izuku slumps his head on his desk in defeat.

Oh, this is very bad.

He starts thumping his forehead on the wood in sync with the bleeps noises in the phone, already planning his funeral in his head.

Okay, so it seems the suspense around this girlfriend is raking up his popularity, but god, at what cost.

“Nerd, we need to talk.”

Izuku’s soul near flies to the roof at the sound of the door to his office slamming close. Fuckfuckfuck.

Kacchan stands before him with his hand on his hip, teeth snarled and looking ready to tear his flesh open. Oh, this is going to be fun!

After flashing a haughty glare at the glass door to scare away the nosy friends hanging about, Kacchan continues, “About the interview.”

Of course! Yes! His final hour is approaching. “Haahahaha, what about it?” Izuku feels his undershirt cling to his torso, sweat collecting on his face. He directs a shaky hand to a nearby chair. “Feel free to take a seat, Kacchan! You want me to get you anything? Water, tissues, uhm, a knife, a body sized bag, or uhhh, a shovel? I think I have some spare sheets of paper if you’d like to give me a chance to—“

“So…” Kacchan starts.

“PLEASE TELL MY MUM I LOVE HER!”

“…this Kacchan, huh?” Having completely ignored every single word Izuku just said, Kacchan crosses his arms and scowls. “Is she strong? How come I never heard about her before? Since when did you start dating this gravure idol and pro hero, huh?”

“Wha—?”

“So, you just go around giving everyone pretty nicknames now?” Kacchan snorts and his expression darkens before he slams his hands on Izuku’s desk. He looks at Izuku from under his chin, and Izuku swear he can see flames behind his eyes. He growls, “What’s her actual name?”

An alarm bell rings in Izuku’s ears and he stutters, “Ka— Ka— Kat— Katsuko! Bakugan Katsuko…….”

Kacchan’s expression doesn’t change and Izuku feels his heart leap to his throat. God, Kacchan is gonna call his bluff at any minute now. He’s going to reject him then he’s going to break his heart and his bones.

“What’s she like?”

Kacchan shifts forward slightly and Izuku is just know noticing the ample cleavage in clear view. Right there. In front of Izuku’s face. “Uhm. Ah, she’s very, ugh, im- pec— impeccable!! And strong! Muscl— mature!! Breasty too – I mean, pretty! PRETTY!” Izuku bites his tongue then swallows thickly. “Beautiful, actually!” Lifting his gaze to meet Kacchan, he whispers, “Gorgeous. Just the most amazing person in my life.”

Kacchan is staring intently with his sharp red eyes, and Izuku feels his chest swell with confidence he never had before. “Kacchan is my inspiration, and I just … love … Kacchan so much. I wish I had the courage to tell him— um, her that.”

“Are you two serious?” Kacchan asks, impassive but there is silent rage hiding behind his words.

Something flashes quickly through Kacchan’s eyes before he narrows them. It takes Izuku a second to recognise that it’s /hurt/ and then he realise what he has just done.

“No, no, no!” Izuku backtracks immediately. “I don’t even know her that well! In fact, she kinda smells and definitely has sweating problem.” Izuku needs to do damage control and come clean NOW. “You know what? I will call her and break up with her right now. Ha ha ha.”

What the hell is he saying? Who is he going to call?

Kacchan stands up while Izuku fumbles with his phone. “Don’t be a dick,” he says, before he heads to the door.

Izuku jumps from his chair and is ready to chase after him when Kacchan stops him. “How big?”

“Huh?”

“You said Bakugan was big.”

Ah, yes, he did. Tragically.

“Um, y’know just…” Izuku motions with his hands like he’s moulding two doughballs, palms up and fingers wiggling because he’s lost control of his life once he accepted his funeral date, but that’s not even happening anymore so what is he doing really.

He then makes am hourglass shape in the air and belatedly realises that he’s just outlining Kacchan’s shape in front of him. Izuku retreats his hands and puts them behind his back in shame.

Kacchan is looking at him funny. Like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Does she shoot aerial bomb or something? Is that a combat-style quirk?”

Izuku blinks.

Kacchan just sneers and turns around.

“Whatever. I’m doing a photoshoot this afternoon. The Sekushī clothing line is dropping a new summer set and they asked me to model.”

“Se- Sekushi?? You mean, like—” Izuku feels his face go impossibly red. “You’re saying that, you’re going to wear, like…..” his voice goes down to a whisper when he says “…..a b-b-b-b-b-bikini?”

“Swimwear,” Kacchan turns to say over his shoulder, “Among other things.”

The sexy smirk he sends Izuku’s way is doing very, very weird things to Izuku’s body and imagination, things too inappropriate to describe in a work setting.

Kacchan leaves but not without offering the most dangerous challenge to Izuku’s mental wellbeing. “Feel free to drop in.”

Oh, he absolutely will.

“Bring Bakugon.”

Oh, he absolutely will not.

Actually….

Maybe, he will.

Kacchan is going to ruin Izuku

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dienamights · 3 years

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Ellipsism | K.Bakugou

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 1.9K

» Genre: Angst

» Summary: In a world where everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle, and every time they fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on the body of the person they love. You come to the realization that it might not be as simple as that, and all your childhood dreams would come and bite you in the ass.

» Warning(s): ANGST, mentions of self-harm.

» Author’s notes: Listen, I don’t particularly like angst, but I love the way it hurts, y’know? Not sure if I want this to have a happy ending or not (in a second part) and honestly I’m leaning towards the latter, I love pain and I have no idea what would happen. Also, peep the “tattoo” in the header its relevant to the story ahaha

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The sun had awakened and was promptly emerging through the hazy sky. The cloudy layer created a gloomy blanket from the sun. You jolted awake, your neck aching from your sleeping position and you twisted your head side to side to relieve some of the pain, before reaching for your phone and holding the bright screen to your face to check the time. Alas, the screen was turned off without registering the time nor how long were you asleep for.

You lifted your eyes to see the grey out the window in front of you. With that fog, the trees and buildings never ended, they floated upwards, seemingly as endless as beanstalks. Reaching your head back, it met the wooden counter. You were in the kitchen, fell asleep on the floor and slumped against the counters, the empty bottle laying across from you a reminder of the event that transpired the previous night - maybe morning? You didn't really know.

You lazily extended your legs in front of you, eyeing your sock-clad feet and the tattoo that peaked from the clothing. Blooming lilacs that danced and branched out, the stem wrapping around your ankle oh so loosely, almost teasingly. Lilacs that represented happiness and tranquility, which you have never felt more far from.

Remembering the old days, the better days, you with your poofy dress, so blindingly pink it demanded everyone's attention, giggling with your friends that adorned similar attire to yours, showing each other the tattoos that hugged your ankles, in endless shapes and sizes, dreaming about who the lucky person you’ll share your tattoo with would be, who was lucky enough to capture your heart and claim it as their own, and offering theirs in return.

Bedtime stories were your favorite quality time with your mother, where you’d both forget about the story cradled in her hands and you’d spend your night tracing the few tattoos that scattered across her arms. Asking her how could she love so many people and have them love her in return before loving her husband - your father - the only person she was meant to be with, only to wait with bated breath for an answer you already heard so many times you probably memorized it by now. You’d be entranced at the way her eyes always softened, a light gleaming in them as she would explain to you, again and again, with no sign of ever getting bored, how she have never and would never regret the people she loved, because in some twisted way of the universe, it led her to the father of her beautiful child, that snuggled her in her princess bed.

Alas, asking her how you came to the world received a totally different reaction, and you refrained from asking her that again until later on in life.

Whenever your grandma visited, you’d run to hug her old and withered body, apologizing when she would howl about her aching back and dragging her to sit with the excuse to help her rest, but you both knew you wanted to hear stories, your teenage self was so ready to fall in love, so excited to have a piece of someone you adored with all your heart decorating your skin, inking it in the most beautiful forms of promise.

She always made her past lovers sound like prince charmings right out of a novel, the kind of guys with the power and confidence that seemed perfect in every way. The kind of guys schoolgirls woke up and went to school for in the morning. The kind of guys that hit women of all ages right between the eyes every time they were seen and stirred up their fantasies.

And by God, did you not realize that your grandmother wasn't spewing bullshit after all these years, because there he was, a storm in each step he took, fire in his knuckles erupting and seething with fierceness. He was an explosion of bare, raw, real mystery. A soft caress of the wind, warm sand, and pure silence. He was colors and textures and shapes and designs, all combined together in an artistic canvas that thrived for attention but wouldn't stoop to admitting it.

You remembered the day your lilacs embellished his shoulder, shyly peeking through his hero suit, claiming everyone’s attention on their petals as they swayed on his skin, the attention of the media as the shoulder of the hero, Dynamight, was showcased on social media, people envying whoever was able to capture the exploding hero’s heart.

As if he wasn’t capable of love, they didn't see what you saw, they will never have the privilege, because when he dropped the façade of the hero, he’d come home to you, knock on your apartment door and you’d flee to open it to him to lay your eyes on him, a tired laugh, sore muscles, a teasing glint in crimson eyes, golden hair tasseled after a sleepless night. He was secure embraces oozing with warmth. He was toughness and hardness, perfectly mixed in with trust and care.

It was at that day it happened, in the middle of the living room while the newsman was talking nonsense about the hero, the warmth wrapped around your wrist, gripping it like a vice with no intention of letting go; yes it burned, you remembered the sting, it just paled in comparison to the warmth in your chest, the warmth of the tears escaping your eyes as you held your wrist close to your chest, happily whispering about how this was what love felt like. You also recalled that it was at that exact moment the hero, your hero, walked into your apartment, dropping everything and running the small distance to your hunched body to grab at your wrist to inspect the damage he thought was done to it.

Only for his eyes to meet that one wretched inking he loathed all his life, the - meaningless doodles, he’d call them - that blemished his skin, he remembered the remarks, how no one would be able to share that blotch of his with him because who could ever love him? Who could ever endure him, with all of that ego and all of that anger? And as time passed, he believed it, he believed them, that he wasn’t worthy to be loved, that he was only meant to save, not be saved as well, not even from himself.

But there you were, there you fucking were, crying and laughing and struggling to breath as you repeated the words you’ve been dying to confess,

“I love you, Katsuki.”

Suddenly, that speckle that was always hidden under his socks brought him happiness, brought him love, and damn did he deserve it, because he fought for it, he endured hell for it, and there you were, wrapped around his arm and repeating those three words against his lips between heated kisses.

He was pleasure and lust. Rough groans and mutual needs. A burning touch. Your name hanging by his lips, breathless kisses and hair-tugging and hot flesh against hot flesh.

He was an illusion you thought it'll never materialize, and yet here he was.

Here he was, all highs and lows, smiles and frowns, softness and roughness, carefulness and danger. Here he was, a tiny spark of thunder, sparkling with passion, loyalty and dedication, protection, satisfaction, confidence and love.

Here he was…

Where was he?

The inking you used to spend hours admiring now haunts you, the design that used to whirl and twirl across your wrist as you hummed while tracing it now felt like shackles, squeezing so tight against you as you tried to break free. The black almost shrouded by the coats of metallic red that spilled from your attempts of escape. The dark crimson that matches his eyes, the eyes you know you won't forget, you know you don't want to forget, no matter how you’ll feel better if you do.

The girl staring right at you through the distorted reflection created by the dishwasher judged you, all mangled and blurry, yet the tear stains and numb eyes are hard to ignore, easily cutting through the deformed reflection.

You and the girl in front of you envied your friend, the aromantic that was never interested to fall in love, only possessing their own tattoo that graced their ankle, with no one else's accompanying it, sure it looked lonely on some days, but who were you to judge?

You remembered what they always told you, that it wasn't always the fairy tales your family fed you. They told you about their mother, who had an affair and fell in love, spending almost a year hiding the tattoo of her fling from her husband before being caught, they told you how their father was broken beyond repair, he who also was so drunk on the idea of falling in love and being loved in return, just like you were for all those years. They told you of the heart break that you might have to face when your partner’s inking is embedded into you, but not the other way around, how you had to decide whether to wait for your own personal design to mark its location onto them or leave, always being haunted by the part of them that you can't get rid of, no matter what you do.

They never told you about this kind of heartbreak though, the one where you’re both so in love, so happy, destined to be together forever, because what could possibly go wrong?

You never got the answer to that, you remembered asking him as he dragged his suitcase out of the apartment, the tears cascading down his face never answered you as he apologized again and again, mumbled how you deserved to be loved by someone that wasn’t him, babbled about him not deserving you. About how he won’t ever love someone besides you when he caught your eye scanning whatever was visible of his arms, in fear of finding out a piece of someone that wasn't yourself.

You finally got up, legs numb and steps wobbly from sitting on the floor for so long, you eyed the door, still unlocked after his leave a couple of hours ago - maybe more it's still unclear - no urge of yours strong enough to get you up to lock it again. You moved slowly, as if the shuffle of your feet is causing you pain, and in a way, it did, because you know when you reach the living room couch, there won't be the warm arms that engulfed you, because what else did you have other than the warmth you surrounded yourself with when you told him to hold you close to him?

That's right, nothing.

As you laid down on the couch and allowed yourself to be suffocated by the scent of caramel, you cursed at all the fantasies and dreams that clouded your mind day and night, you frowned and scrunched your nose at the scent that used to mean love and warmth, but now only burnt your nose and teared up your eyes.

A constant reminder, just like the defaced wrist you brought closer to inspect and hissing when the cold air bit at it. You recalled the lilacs and swore at them, the same lilacs that symbolized love and passion, but looking more withered and torn the more you looked at them.

Good, guess they know how I feel.

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#tw: self harm #this shit hurted #i know theres like one sentence of dialog in here #speed past that #I WANTED EMOTIONS #AND PAIN #katsuki angst #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou angst #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #nami writes

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