#pufferfish bakugou
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Absolutely loved gojo getting bullied by his daughter. Do you think Bkg gets bullied too?
idk why but I think bakugou will love to get roasted by his daughter.
There's rarely anyone who messes with him. I mean who would dare comment bad about someone who's hero name is "great explosion murder god dynamight?"
But there is one little monster—your daughter. She is really his carbon copy. The five year old once punched her classmate in kindergarten because he said her hair looks weird.
When called to school by the class teacher, the first sentence that left your husband's mouth was "I am so proud of ya. Well done!"
Imagine the look on the teacher's face🙂🧍🏽♀️
Also your daughter bullies Katsuki saying he looks like the pufferfish from nemo. (And the next day he actually buys the pufferfish mask and wears it for because he loves her so much)
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Bits and pieces here and there, but that's alright. I know enough to put it together.
Bits and pieces here and there, but that's alright. I know enough to put it together.
by ABubbleInSpace
Katsuki wouldn't use the word nosy to describe himself.
He was a certain kind of nosy, that much he could admit, but he preferred to think of it as 'curiosity' that happened to be particularly settled in on other people's business. So no, nosy wasn't the word he would use. Curious was more like it.
If he happened to be going out of his way to try and get a peek at the little notes containing hints of this mysterious person that Todoroki liked and had left in his notebooks, it was simply because he was curious about it. Nothing else. So no, he wasn't nosy.
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Katsuki finds a few doodles and notes about a person that Todoroki seems to be interested in. Like a good friend, he decides to investigate the poorly drawn figures and isn't at all upset to find out it's not him. Spoiler alert, he is. Also spoiler alert, he's about as good of a detective as Todoroki is an artist.
Words: 10522, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Back at it again with the idiots in love, low key pining, Fluff, Getting Together, Bakugou acts like a detective, he is the worst at it, Bakugou is whipped for Todoroki, The guy is in love and doesn't know, Todoroki cant draw, its okay, they still like each other, Kirishima is a good friend, Pufferfish, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, then hes okay at it, but after a while, he finds a note, then tried to become a detective, I wrote this instead of doing math, I dont regret it, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45758326
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Maelstorm
Maelstorm
by LiveScarry
Izuku, a 6-year-old Blizzard Clownfish guppie, attracts the attention of one very possessive octopus.
Words: 3176, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi (Mentioned), Bakugou Katsuki (mentioned), Sensei | All For One
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi/Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, onesided
Additional Tags: Little Mermaid Elements, sorta, mermaid au, Merman Midoriya Izuku, Well a merboy-, Mermaid Midoriya Inko, Blizzard clownfish Inko and Izuku, Pacific Octopus Sensei | All for One, Merman Sensei | All for One, All Might's a pufferfish, No it doesn't say that anywhere, enjoy the idea, Dead Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Alternate Universe - Parent Sensei | All For One Keeps Midoriya Izuku Isolated | Vault Time, Forced adoption, Stalking, Kidnapping, Songfic, Song: Song of the Sea, Lullabies, Kid Midoriya Izuku, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, she is an amazing mother and we stand her in this household, i will die on this hill happily, Sensei | All For One's Bad Parenting, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sensei | All for One, How Do I Tag, This took almost a year-, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Tagging, Not Beta Read, Mental Health is important kids, we stand taking care of ourselves in this house too, drink some water
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38691543
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“Kacchan, no!” Izuku cried, reaching out towards his childhood friend.
Bakugou Katsuki looked back over his shoulder, a wan smile drawn across his face. Then he turned into a pufferfish.
(Todoroki, pulling out his theory-crafting bulletin board: “You don’t understand, this makes perfect sense.”)
Found this in a random document of writing ideas. Maybe someday it will be fully fleshed out but tbh it feels more pure in these 3 simple lines.
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some more seal deku and pufferfish kacchan?
#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#midoriya izuku#katsuki bakugou#kacchan#deku#bkdk#mermen#Seal#pufferfish#chubby#my art#bakudeku
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Drew Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia.
#bakugo#katsuki bakugō#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#mha katsuki#my hero#my hero academia#u.a. high school#anime#artists on tumblr#artist on tumblr#pufferfish boi#angry boi
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Today's brainfart is a Pufferfish Kacchan 🐡💢😂
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Oh! How you’ve stumbled on one of the sea’s creation? A pufferfish easy to burst. May you watch how you lurk for you may be hurt.
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#katsuki bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#key doodles#pufferfish!bakugou katsuki
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HELLO! I saw this on tiktok where she opens her mouth to see what hee boyfriend reacts.
This is the link
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJCaj2no/
Can you do Shoto and Katsuki? I wanna see their reaction😭💀
‘:0’
character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns; gender neutral, quirk not specific
headcanon type : fluff, crack, there’s ONE innuendo; not nsfw/spicy (x reader)
note(s) : LMAO denki would totally do what the guy did in the tiktok above 💀 did this because i had some extra time — will post another 3 character hc list later
»»————- ♡ ————-««
bakugou katsuki
you saw this tiktok and immediately thought of katsuki, so the menace you are went 🌝
plus, there’s not a lot of preparations you need to do for this trend— you just need to go ‘😮’ and wait for a reaction
moving on, katsuki may be an expressive person— regarding anger anyway 💀 but he never actually goes on full fledged rants
like,, he’ll never rant to anyone. you, being the obvious exception, of course. he’ll rant out all of his feelings to you.
so right now, you’re on your phone— 20% scrolling, 80% listening to him rant. therefore, he doesn’t seem to mind your activity.
today, he’s ranting about something that happened in training, just something midoriya did that pissed him off but when is midoriya NOT unintentionally pissing him off
and suddenly, you get an idea— since katsuki wasn’t doing anything TOO urgent
just remembering the tiktok prank, you switch to tiktok— opening the camera. then, you start filming
you open your mouth all the way open— as if you saw something unbelievably shocking, and you’re just waiting for him to notice
after a few seconds, he finally notices.
“just who the fuck does he think he is? that damn deku’s lucky i’m—” taking one brief look at you, katsuki stops talking.
and the two of you just kinda stare at each other like 🤨👁⭕️👁
“what?” you ask, mouth still agape
“the hell are you doing?? close your damn mouth.”
you’re just staring at him, not saying anything in reply— and he sighs, a little peeved “you look like a damn pufferfish like that. were you even listening to me?”
you nod in reply, and the fact that your mouth is still ?? open?? agitates him.
“i’ll literally spit in your mouth AND shove my fingers down your throat, if you don’t close ‘em.”
he wasn’t actually planning on doing either of those things, he just said that to make you close your mouth already 💀
but hearing that just made you open your mouth WIDER 😭 ❓which made him go 🤦♂️
‘of course you’d do that, you fucking perv.’ he’d think, while the tips of his ears turned hot RED at the suggestion 🗿
the last option for him was to manually close it himself— he can and WILL use force if he has to, he doesn’t wanna actually hurt you
it doesn’t work, because your jaw is STRONG STRONG, and he’s like internally ‘pleaasseee close your mouth im so done w/ you 😐’
after a struggle, he finally gets your mouth closed— but you only laugh in his face hard directly after
right now, he’s the epitome of 🤨 “what now??” katsuki asks, seconds later
and he takes a peek at your phone, saw that you were filming a tiktok and he went 😐 🙄🤦♂️
his expression basically saying ‘tbh what was i expecting here?’
but then he remembers what he said while you were discreetly filming the tiktok, and the color quickly DRAINS from his face
so he tries snatching your phone 💀 he needs to erase it rn
doesn’t work somehow, he doesn’t know how it happened— and you managed to successfully upload the tiktok for EVERYONE to see
AND OF COURSE, HIS LUCK MADE THE VIDEO BLOW UP— now everyone in the comments is talking about the ‘threat’ he made 🧍
because of that, katsuki decides to ghost you for 4 days 😭 only to come back with your favorite meal, and telling you to “shut up and eat it 🙄”
he’s just gonna hope that you’re gonna back off the tiktok trends/pranks for a bit you don’t, he’s not very surprised about that tbh
todoroki shouto
you honestly just wondered what exactly would he do, since there’s a lot of things he could possibly do💀
half of you no pun intended decided to do this out of pure curiosity and the other half just thought it was an easy and funny trend to try on shouto
so like, why not?
this time around, the both of you guys are staying in your room, and shouto’s just preparing the takeout soba he brought over to his room
you wondered why he wanted to eat in your room specifically— instead of the common room, or even the dining room
and he was just like “hm,, i just felt like it.” nah, shouto just wanted to eat his soba with you alone 🗿
he’s still preparing his soba, and you’re just scrolling on tiktok— but then, you remembered the trend you saw on your fyp
now would be the perfect time, since none of you are occupied with anything tedious. so, you immediately switch to the camera, and start filming.
a few seconds past— and nothing special happens 💀 he’s still preparing his meal
but he does notice that you’ve stopped talking, so he takes this as a sign to start talking. “love, w—”
but whatever he was going to say was knocked right out of him, when he catches sight of you going 😮
he’s like ‘hmm..’ but on the outside, he’s just staring at you like 🧍❓
shouto looks down at his takeout soba, and he just assumes you want to be fed 😃❓ so he takes his chopsticks, gathers a bit of soba— and directs it to your open mouth
but you don’t close your mouth, or react at all 😨 so now he’s confused with what’s happening
heterochromatic eyes blink, and he draws his hand back. “love, what are you doing?”
you’re trying SO hard not to laugh right now💀 but you simply raise your shoulders in reply
he’s thinking hard, thinking about what your mouth’s open for, and why exactly is it open
“love, you’re going to hurt your jaw.” he finally says, setting his food down to get even closer to you.
when he finally takes a look at your screen— he’s at first, taken aback at the sight of you just STARING at your camera 💀
then, he basically joins you, mirroring your expression. so the two of you are just staring at each other like 👁⭕️👁 🤳👁🔘👁
BUT HE REALIZES THAT YOU’RE DOING THIS FOR A TIKTOK, SO HE JUST SHUTS HIS MOUTH CLOSED AND GOES 😨
“love, don’t do that,” he says, moving to cover your mouth with his hand, “you can’t let people see the insides of your mouth.” it’s the thought that counts
hearing that made you close your mouth— bursting into laughter 💀
man just smiles, despite being REALLY confused 🧍 i mean, you’re laughing. so, he’s a happy shouto :))
and even through all of that, shouto ends up feeding you some of his soba— since he’s kinda convinced that you wanted him to feed you some soba 💀
you uploaded the tiktok, and it blew up specifically because of everything that happened in the tiktok
shouto trying to feed you, him mimicking your expression— him being protective, and covering your mouth 🤩
the comments were filled with “NOT HIM COPYING YOUR EXPRESSION 😭” “Y’ALL HEARD WHAT HE SAID? ‘you can’t let people see the insides of your mouth’ 🕳🏃♀️” “oml since when was your boyfriend so expressive 💀” “this relationship >>> y’all”
i don’t think shouto will ever find himself fully understanding pranks like this— but at least people know that shouto can in fact, get protective 🧎♀️and the two of you have an interesting comment section to look at later
likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!
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do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission :))
#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha imagines#bnha x y/n#bnha fluff#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki x y/n#todoroki headcanons#todoroki imagines#todoroki fluff#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou imagines#bakugou headcanons#bakugou fluff#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#mha fluff
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❛ moonlight ❜ — k. bakugou
warnings. none
word count. 422
guessing the code to your dorm was a piece of cake.
what kinda idiot uses their birthday as their password, bakugou thought as he tiptoed into your room.
he shut the door silently behind him, careful not to let the hinges creak.
your room was messy, clothes strewn all over the floor, inside out. your desk was cluttered with paper and pens, a picture of you and bakugou framed and off to the side. messy ass idiot, he scoffed internally. if bakugou wasn’t so tired, he would’ve organized your room for you.
in a huddle of blankets with a cheek squished up against a pillow was you, eyelids shut and breathing slowly. the pillow smushed against your face caused your lips to pucker out like a pufferfish. you let out a snore, and bakugou felt the sides of his mouth curve up into a smile. the moonlight illuminated the room, landing on your peaceful form as you were whisked away to dreamland.
bakugou knew it was impolite to stare, creepy even if the person you were staring at was sleeping. your arms and legs were thrown over the bed, stomach against the mattress. you twitched, probably from a dream, and turned over on your side. your hair flowed over the pillow, still damp from the shower you had taken before bed. your pillow probably smelled like your shampoo.
“it’s kinda weird to just watch someone sleep, katsuki”
your voice was still raspy from your slumber. you had caught bakugou off guard, he thought you were asleep.
“shut the fuck up” he growled, stalking over to your bed and lifting up the covers, getting in beside you. “your room looks like a fucking pig sty,” you turned over again to face him, drooping an arm over his abdomen. “and your dorm code is your birthday, which is stupid, anyone could guess that shit and come in he-“
“are you here to lecture me or to cuddle?” you interrupted his rant, trying to pull him closer to you. bakugou sighed, pulling you onto his chest and wrapping an arm around your back. you nuzzled into his chest with a content smile, and his heartbeat quickened. he hoped you wouldn’t feel it, but you did, and it only made your smile go wider.
you looked up at him, moonlight reflecting in your eyes before you closed them. your eyelashes tickled your cheeks. “goodnight, katsuki.”
bakugou looked up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath. your pillow did smell like your shampoo.
“goodnight, y/n”
© katsukiskush 2021 — all rights reserved. modifying, using and reposting (aside from reblogging) my content without my consent is not permitted.
#bnha imagines#bakugou imagine#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou fluff#bnha x reader#thekkcollection
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Equals and Dinner
Summary: A part two to Scars and Marks. You’re meeting Bakugou’s parents, and you’re more than a little stressed about it. But the nice woman at the mall calms your worries after giving you some much needed fashion advice.
TW: Mentions of the ex-girlfriend, but other than that, I don’t think there is anything. If I missed something please let me know.
“Why is women’s clothing so expensive?” you hissed as you searched through the racks of scrappy shirts and short shorts.
“I’m pretty sure I saw that shirt in the men’s section and it was twenty dollars less than that,” a woman said, making you jump. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s alright, I get lost in my own little world sometimes. Especially when I’m stressed.”
“What are you stressed about? School?”
“No, I’m meeting my soulmate’s parents this weekend. They mean a lot to him, and I’m worried about what they’ll think of me,” you admitted.
The woman looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you had seen her before. Her blonde hair seemed familiar, so did her red eyes.
“Soulmate? Not boyfriend?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Well, it’s complicated. If his parents don’t like me, I don’t think he’s going to be interest-”
“If his commitment relies on his parents’ opinions, he’s weak. If he’s interested in you, then it doesn’t matter if his parents like you or not.”
You smiled at her.
“You remind me of someone,” you admitted. “I can’t place where though.”
“I don’t get that a lot,” she replied, smiling at you. “It’s refreshing.”
She gave off a very maternal presence, it was comforting.
“This,” she said, picking something off the rack. “This will win over any mother. It’s pretty, but it’s not too revealing. Not to mention, with your skin tone and hair color, it’s a nice compliment.”
“I was looking at that earlier, but I didn’t think it would look good,” you admitted.
“We are our own worst critics,” she told you, handing you the dress.
“Thank you for the help,” you murmured, bowing to her slightly.
“Oh it’s no problem dear,” she assured you. “Just happy to help.”
“Well, thanks anyways,” you said, smiling at her as you made your way to the changing rooms.
She was right, the dress did look good.
It looked a little short, but with all the black leggings you had, it would look great. The sleeves wouldn’t get in the way, it made you look older than you were.
That woman had a good eye.
She was gone when you walked back out, but you smiled anyway.
You bought the dress, heading back to the dorms.
“(Y/F/N)! You’re back early! Did you find a good outfit?” Momo asked.
“Yeah, I had some help from a random mom I met though,” you admitted, pulling it out of the bag to show the girls.
“Wow, I never knew a mom could have such good fashion taste,” Jirou said, glancing over the dress in appreciation.
“Right? And she made me a little less worried about meeting Bakugou’s parents this weekend.”
“I still can’t believe that you’re his soulmate,” Uraraka muttered. “I mean, you two are so different.”
“But they work, don’t you think?” Tsu asked.
“They work, but it’s strange to see Bakugou not yelling at someone,” Jirou chimed in.
“You guys are more obsessed with my relationship with Bakugou than I am,” you teased, making them laugh.
“Can you blame us?” Momo asked.
“No, but it worries me sometimes.”
“(Y/F/N), can you come help me with this?” Izuku asked.
“Yeah, just let me put this in my room,” you called, running to set it in your room, before you jogged back down the stairs to help Izuku.
“What do you need help with?” you asked, glancing over his shoulder at what looked like a presentation.
“I just need a female eye on this,” he admitted. “I feel like it needs something.”
“Well, maybe a sprinkle of navy blue here, a small dab of white around the edges, and then small streaks of pink along that word there.”
“How are you so good at that?” he asked.
“Society seems to think that women need to be fashion forward. Everything needs to match and you can’t be ugly. I learned early on what matched and what didn’t. Besides, I have an artist’s eye apparently,” you said. “You all good?”
“Yeah, thanks,” he said, making you smile.
“No problem Izuku,” you assured him.
“(Y/F/N)! Come help me make a point!” Denki shouted, making you chuckle.
“What are you nimrods arguing over now?” you asked.
“If Bakugou were to be a sea animal, what would he be?” Denki asked.
“Pufferfish,” was your immediate response, and Denki pointed at you yelling, “Aha!”
“Damnit (Y/F/N)!” Hanta shouted, making you laugh.
“Okay, but imagine this,” you said, moving your hands. “If he were a dog? poofy Pomeranian.”
They burst out laughing and Denki looked like he was crying.
“HAH? I wouldn’t be a fucking Pomeranian!” Bakugou shouted from the doorway.
“Oh, hey Bakugou,” you said, smiling at him. “The boys needed me to clarify that you would be a pufferfish.”
“What the fuck?” he muttered, staring at you. “What kind of fucked up conversations are you dickwads having?”
You shrugged. “You wanna know, ask them.”
Your phone buzzed and you swore.
“Fuck, I forgot I was meeting Ichiro today! Have a good night guys!” you called, grabbing your purse and a spare hoodie, heading out the door.
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(Bakugou’s POV)
He watched as (Y/F/N) darted out of the dorms again, frowning.
Who was Ichiro?
He had come down from his room because he heard her laughing, something that had become a comfort for him on his bad days. He had also wanted make sure that they were set for this weekend.
Ever since the ‘Festival Fallout’ as the self-proclaimed Bakusquad had dubbed it, he had been paying more attention to her.
He had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before now.
She seemed to light up any room she walked into, she made his bad days better just by smiling at him, she was always around when someone needed help. She didn’t even seem to realize how inherently good she was.
She didn’t seem to realize that she always had confidence when she was standing up for someone. How she always seemed to bite her lip when she was embarrassed, how she always fought better when she was fighting for someone else.
She always laughed when Denki told a bad joke, when Sero wrapped himself up in his tape, when Shinso failed to use his capture weapon, when Bakugou was always surprised by his friends and their unexpectedness.
She was so different from him, Katsuki knew that, he knew they were different, and yet, he noticed her in a way he had never noticed anyone else.
She always hid behind her hair when she was put in the spotlight, she only sang when she thought she was alone, she had a bad habit of biting her nails when she was stressed, no matter how short they got, and she always rubbed her thumb across her palm when she was nervous.
Katsuki had always noticed little things, he had trained himself to be observant, but these weren’t just little things. They were her little things. They were little things that seemed insignificant by themselves, but brought together they were little things that made her . . . her.
He had never really believed the whole soulmates thing growing up. His parents were soulmates, and their dynamic seemed so off to Bakugou. He had always been taught that soulmates were equal. His parents had never seemed equal to him.
He was watching as she disappeared now, and he thought he understood. She wasn’t as physically strong as him, and her quirk wasn’t as strong, but there were different kinds of strength.
What he lacked in faith she more than made up for, what he lacked in confidence in himself at times, she had in him all the time. When he had his dark days, she was right there, smiling at him, even when he didn’t deserve it.
“-bro. Bakugou!”
Katsuki blinked, slowly, then realized the others were trying to get his attention.
“What do you fuckers want?” he asked, glaring at them.
“Why were you staring at (Y/F/N) like that?” Sero asked.
“Yeah man,” Kirishima chimed in, “you were staring at her like she was the best thing in your life. I’ve never seen you look at someone like that.”
“I mean, she is his soulmate,” Kaminari said, making Katsuki raise an eyebrow. “I know I look at ‘Toshi like that.”
Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes.
“I’m going back to my room,” he muttered, heading back up to his room.
He grabbed his phone, opening her contact.
They had started to get to know each other, mostly on their own. They had been paired together for a project, and they often went out on patrols together because of the heroes they were working under.
Katsuki had found that he genuinely enjoyed her company, and he found that he didn’t mind it when she touched him.
He sent her a quick text telling her to be careful, then messed around with the games on his phone.
He didn’t want to be that person, they weren’t even dating for All Might’s sake, but . . . he missed her.
The realization shook him to his core.
It wasn’t often that he missed anybody. He missed his mother, and he missed hiking with his father, but it wasn’t often that he missed someone outside his family.
For the love of All Might, he was in over his head already.
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As soon as you stepped back into the building, you were headed for Bakugou’s room.
Denki had texted you as you left the meeting with your brother that Bakugou had shut himself up in his room and that they were worried.
“Bakugou? Can I come in?” you inquired, knocking softly.
He grunted, which you took as a yes.
“Hey, are you okay?” you asked.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, not even looking up from his phone.
“Thanks, for the text earlier,” you offered, taking a seat by his bed. “It made me smile.”
He grunted again, but you could tell that he was happy with that.
“Ichiro caught me looking at my phone and asked what I was smiling at.”
You caught the change in his attitude and added, “My brother has always been a snoop, but he didn’t see anything other than that text, promise.”
“Brother?” Bakugou asked.
“Yeah, Ichiro is my older brother. Did I not tell you that’s who I was meeting earlier?”
Bakugou gave a small shake of his head.
“Were you . . . were you jealous?” you asked.
He opened his mouth to snap at you, then snapped his mouth shut so quickly his teeth audibly clicked together.
“Missed you is all,” he mumbled, a small blush staining his cheeks.
You huffed a small laugh, laying your hand on his arm. “You know that it’s okay to miss people right? It’s okay to have people you care about.”
“I know, ‘m just not used to it,” he muttered.
“That’ll change,” you assured him, brushing your pants off as you stood up. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs, the others are worried about you. And I think Denki might try to microwave a fork if we leave him alone any longer.”
You smiled at him, and you caught a glimpse of the look he had been giving you lately.
You held your hand out to him, and he huffed, taking it.
His hand was rough against yours, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle.
You heard shouting from the common room and interlaced your fingers with him, pulling him down the hall.
“Yas! She has magical Bakugou convincing powers!” Denki shouted when he spotted you.
“Let’s be real,” Mina said, winking at you. “(Y/F/N) could convince us of anything.”
“You guys are giving me too much credit,” you said, smiling.
Bakugou leaned over, tucking your hair behind your ear, making you pause. You hadn’t really talked about what you were to each other. You had talked a little that night, but other than that, you had slowly been getting to know each other.
He had touched you of course, a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, and you had sparred with each other occasionally, but this was the first time he had done something like this.
Your cheeks heated, but you let him do it. It was nice. Luckily, if the others noticed, they didn’t say anything about it.
The rest of the night went by as usual, though Bakugou did let you lean on his shoulder when your eyes started to get heavy during the movie you and your friends were watching.
“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, fighting off a yawn. “It’s been a long day.”
He grunted, but he shifted so your head was in the dip of his shoulder, and he slid his hand into yours.
You smiled softly, giving his hand a small squeeze as you relaxed against his side.
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You woke up slowly, the light streaming through your window, lighting your room with golden hues.
You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting.
How did you get up here?
You didn’t remember walking to your room last night.
Slowly a memory surfaced.
Strong arms, a sweet scent, and rough hands that tried their best to be gentle.
Had he carried you to bed or were you making it up to fool yourself into thinking that he was interested?
“It’s too early for this shit,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the side, changing quickly before you headed downstairs.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Hanta teased, and you flipped him off.
“Fuck off, it’s too early for this without coffee,” you grumbled, pouring yourself a cup, adding enough sugar to kill the entire League of Villains.
“We’re definitely soulmates,” Bakugou said, grinning from his spot by the stove.
“Unlike you, I don’t get up at the ass crack of dawn,” you pointed out, chugging the drink, pouring yourself another.
Denki spewed his juice, making you laugh.
“We still on for this weekend?” Bakugou asked.
It took your brain a good two minutes to process what you had been asked.
“Yeah, yeah definitely,” you answered, shaking your head like you could clear it.
“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Mina asked.
“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Never have been. I’m not really a night owl either, I’m some form of permanently exhausted pigeon, maybe a crow.”
“I can feel my brain cells dying,” Bakugou grunted.
“You have brain cells to spare, so shove it up your ass,” you told him, smirking. “Our entire friend group has like, seven brain cells collectively, and these four,” you pointed to Hanta, Denki, Eijirou, and Mina, “never have them. Sometimes you don’t either, but they literally never have them.”
“I’m not sure whether to yell at you or be proud,” he muttered, staring at you.
“Make up your mind,” you teased.
He glared at you, and you smiled back, smug.
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You stared at the door in front of you, smoothing your hands over your dress, trying to will your palms not to sweat.
“Hey, they’re gonna love you,” Bakugou said.
“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, eyes wide. Your stomach was roiling with nerves. “But what if they don’t?”
You hadn’t meant to ask that, but there was no more filter. Your nerves were chewing through everything, and you were tense.
“They’ll love you,” he repeated, opening the door.
“Katsuki? Is that you?”
Wait.
You knew that voice. And you knew the woman that stepped out of the kitchen.
“Hey! I know you!” you said, smiling at her.
Then you remembered that your probably weren’t making the best first- or was it second?- impression. “It’s very nice to meet you officially ma’am.” You bowed slightly, trying to hide your wince.
“Hah, you already know each other?” Bakugou asked, looking bewildered.
“S-Sort of,” you admitted. “I ran into her when I went shopping the other day. She’s actually the one that suggested this dress to me. I knew you looked familiar,” you murmured, heat staining your cheeks.
“Mitsuki, is that them?”
The man that stepped out looked nothing like his son other than his build. His face had laugh lines and he had a kind smile as he looked at you.
“You must be (Y/L/N),” he said, smiling at you.
You nodded, giving him a shy smile in return. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”
“Oh please, call me Masaru,” he said, walking over to shake your hand. “Nice grip.”
“I mean, hero training does that to a girl,” you said, smiling.
“I’m sure it does, come in, come in,” he offered. “Katsuki hasn’t stopped talking about you!”
“Dad!”
“What?”
“He’s right,” Mitsuki said, watching you. “He hasn’t shut up about you.”
You remembered what Bakugou had said that night as you sat on your bed together.
My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home.
She must’ve been remembering his ex-girlfriend as she looked at you.
“Um, is there anything I can help with?” you inquired, fidgeting with your hands.
“You can help me in the kitchen,” Bakugou said, laying a hand on your back. “I don’t want that hag in there.”
“That’s your mother!” you hissed, poking him in the shoulder. “You should be nice to her. She’s the one you’ll be asking for advice when you’re older.”
“What kinds of advice?” he asked.
“You’re telling me you think you have people figured out like the back of your hand? Or that you think you care for a crying kid?”
“Who brought kids into this?!”
“You’re a hero, idiot! You’re going to have to know how to care for a scared child! You can’t just glare at them until they stop crying!”
“Why not?”
You stared at him, head cocked to the side, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.
“Your paternal instincts must be terrible.”
“Rude!”
“Am I wrong?” you asked as you crossed your arms over you chest, raising an eyebrow at him.
Masaru was chuckling off to the side, arm around his wife as they watched the two of you together.
“They remind me of us when we were younger,” he murmured.
“Pretty sure the roles were reversed though,” she admitted, giving you a small smile.
“C’mon idiot,” Bakugou muttered, pulling you into the kitchen.
Your shoulders slumped as soon as you were out of eyesight. “Do you think they liked me?”
“My father definitely did,” Bakugou said.
“Your mother hates me,” you worried, washing your hands.
“She doesn’t either,” he argued.
“She could barely look at me,” you hissed.
Bakugou frowned, handing you a towel for your hands.
“Thanks. So, what can I do to help?” you asked.
“Cut these up for me,” he said, handing you a couple carrots and some potatoes. “Small cubes.”
“Alright, where are your- knives, aha!” you said, brandishing one, starting to peel the carrots. “Do you guys peel your potatoes or no?”
“Yeah, and use a peeler!”
“No, I work better with a knife,” you told him. “Besides, it’s one less dirty dish.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“It’s one of the only things we have in common,” you said. “We putting these in pot?”
“Yeah, bottom left cupboard,” he directly as he opened the meet packages. “Hey, snag me a sauce pan.”
“Big or small?”
“Both.”
“Here you go,” you said, handing them to him as you pulled out two pots. “I want to thank you, Bakugou.”
“What for?”
“For . . . giving me a chance I guess,” you said, cutting up the carrot you had just peeled. “I’ve never been ‘that’ girl, you know? I was always that girl where everyone knew I existed, but no one really knew who I was. I was never the girl that everyone wanted to be friends with, never the one who everyone wanted to be with in general. I guess it’s just nice to be wanted, even if it’s just for a little while.”
It was quiet for a long time, and you stopped what you were doing to look over your shoulder at him.
“Bakugou?”
Suddenly his arms were around your waist, crushing you into him.
“Bakugou? Are you okay?” you asked, slowly wrapping your arms around him in return, not entirely sure what was going on.
“I wish you could see yourself the way everyone else sees you,” he whispered, breathing you in.
“Why are you getting all sappy on me now?” you teased, running a hand along the length of his spine, feeling the tension leak out of his shoulders.
“Because you deserve to know how grateful I am for you,” he replied, his arms strong around you.
“You barely knew I existed six months ago. You’ve haven’t even met my parents yet Bakugou,” you said. “How are you so sure?”
“Because of this,” he said, pulling his shirt collar down to show off the tattoo that was right above his heart. Your tattoo.
The tattoo that you both shared.
You had seen it of course, but you had never seen it this closely before.
“It really is the same as mine,” you whispered, touching it lightly, barely registering the fact that he was shivering.
You had spent hours over the course of your life staring at your own tattoo, and this was the exact copy, other than the whorls on ink were softer than they were on yours. Yours were sharper, more defined.
It had stayed black since the festival, you had been checking it every day, just to make sure.
“I mean, you freaked out so much about mine that night, I kinda figured I wasn’t wrong, but . . . they really are the same tattoo,” you marveled, pulling your hand away slowly.
He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear like he had the other day, making the heat rise to your cheeks again.
“I saw hers,” he admitted. “I knew, I think, in the back of my mind that it didn’t look right, but I was hoping . . . I don’t know.” He frowned, touching the spot on your back where your own Mark resided. “This is definitely right.”
You felt it then, that deep ache that you’d had since first year, that deep ache seemed to disappear from your stomach.
“You’re right, it does,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him again.
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“(Y/F/N), can I talk to you for a moment?” Mitsuki asked, poking her head into the kitchen.
“Of course ma’am,” you said, glancing at Bakugou, who nodded.
You put your knife down, following her into the living room.
She sat down on the couch and you took the seat across from her, head bowed.
She was silent for a long time and it made you nervous. Your hands moved in your lap, your thumb rubbing the skin away from your palm.
“Y-You wanted to talk to me, ma’am?” you inquired softly. You had faced down villains, risked your life, and had almost died.
And yet, other than when Bakugou had been taken, this was the most terrifying thing to have happened to you.
“I love my son,” she stated.
“I-I never meant to insinuate that you didn’t.”
“I love my son,” she repeated. “But he’s always been powerful, and power draws in all sorts of people. He’s been the leader of every friend group he’s had for a very long time. He’s been fawned over for most of his life, and I have to say that it’s partially my fault for letting it get as far as it did.”
“Ma’am?”
“My son is an angry person, (Y/F/N), he’s a lot like I was when I was your age. He’s been calmer tonight than he has been in ages. He has never talked about someone as much as he has talked about you in the last few weeks. He seems happy. I wanted to thank you for that.”
“Th-There’s really no need to thank me, ma’am. I like seeing the people around me happy. It makes me happy knowing that I bring peace to people. I never want to be someone that others are afraid of. Even if I wasn’t Bak- Katsuki’s soulmate, I still would’ve tried to help him not be so angry.
“He is an angry person, but I think it’s a defense mechanism. Push others away and hurt them before they can hurt him. I tend to use sarcasm and humor as my own defense, and I used it every time the mentions of soulmates popped up.
“I knew, I knew for over a year that he was my soulmate, and I didn’t do anything because I knew- I thought- that he would be happier with someone else. I thought he was happy with her.
“My Mark was faded for a very long time, but that night, the night of the festival, it was as dark as it had ever been. I thought it would be gone by the night of the festival. I heard that was what happened when soulmates stopped loving each other. Did Baku- did Katsuki show you any of the photos from that night?”
Mitsuki shook her head. “My son is also a very private person, he doesn’t share many things with us.”
“Would you like to see photos? I have some on my phone. There’s a recording from that night too.”
You moved to sit next to her, pulling up the album of photos from that night.
Mitsuki smiled softly as she flipped through the photos, watching the video, her smile growing, stopping on one where your back was on full display.
“I thought the Mark would’ve been almost gone, so I had Momo make some adjustments to my dress, it revealed the Mark more than anything I had ever worn to, or for, school. He had no idea that I had a Mark that matched his until that night. He was really upset when he found out that I had never told him.”
You told her about the game of Never Have I Ever, and then how it had ended between Bakugou and his girlfriend. You spilled everything to her.
She simply sat there and listened, though she did flinch when you told her how faded your Mark had been. She looked close to tears when you showed her the comparison photos you had complied.
“I never planned on telling him about what I was. I thought it would’ve ended things for him. I thought he was going to be miserable with someone like me.” You shrugged. “He was so upset when I told him about it. Well, actually, I told his girlfriend that I had never planned on telling him, but semantic. He’s more than I ever would’ve hoped for, if he’s even interes-”
“He’s more interested in you than I’ve ever seen him,” Mitsuki interrupted, the first time since you had started talking. She had asked for clarification on some things, but this was cutting you off. “My son has never brought home girls before that last bitch, and I could tell what a snake she was from the moment she stepped through the door.”
She glanced at the kitchen door, and you knew she could see her son in there.
“He doesn’t need us anymore, his father and me, I mean. He was always such an independent child.”
“He’s always going to need you,” you assured her. “He’s going to call you when he needs advice on wedding rings, on what diapers to get when he has his first child, what to do when that child starts dating. He’s going to call you every time life becomes a little too much for him and he needs someone with more experience. You’re his mother, he’s always going to need you.”
“You say that like you won’t be there,” Mitsuki said, staring at you.
“What?”
“You said, “when he has his first child’. ‘His’, not ‘our’. You’re talking like you think he’ll do those things with someone else. Someone who isn’t you.”
You blinked at her for a moment before you gave a tense laugh.
“I guess it’s just hard for me to believe that I’m going to be the one he does those things with. I mean, I doubt we’re equal, and he wants someone to be his equal.”
“Trust me sweetheart, he’s going to want to do everything with you, once he gets past the whole emotionally constipated thing,” she said, making you laugh.
“I’ll take your word for it,” you told her, smiling. “Thank you for giving me the chance to explain, ma’am. I know that it’s probably hard for you to trust me after that last girl. I just . . . wanted to tell you that I don’t plan on hurting him. Actually, if it weren’t for the dress, he probably never would’ve figured out we were soulmates.”
“You were seriously never going to tell him?”
“I love your son, and I have for a while,” you admitted quietly. “If he was happy, that was good enough for me. Even if he was happier with someone else.”
“Welcome to the family (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, taking your hands in hers.
“Is it safe to enter?” Masaru asked, only half joking.
“It’s safe,” Mitsuki assured them, and both men stuck their heads out.
Bakugou immediately looked at you, concern buried in those eyes.
You smiled at him, letting him know you were okay, your chest warming at the fact that he was worried about you.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Bakugou said.
“Alright,” Mitsuki said, standing up. “Masaru, come help me set the table.”
As soon as they were gone Katsuki was by your side.
“I heard you guys talking,” he murmured, bumping your hand with his.
“Oh yeah?”
He nodded, lacing your fingers together gently. “You know you can walk away too, right?”
“Why would I want to do that?” you inquired, cocking your head to the side.
“You’re not the only one questioning if we’re equals,” he admitted.
“Do you want to be with me Katsuki?” you asked. “Like, actually be with me?”
“‘Course I do, otherwise I never would’ve brought you home with me,” he said, hand tightening around yours.
“Good, because I want to be with you. Otherwise I never would’ve come home with you,” you told him. “C’mon, let’s join your parents before they think we’re making out somewhere.”
“My parents were right you know,” he said, making you pause. “I didn’t stop talking about you. I feel the same way you do.”
“I’m gonna pull a Denki here and state a random fact. Scientists have figured out that it only takes about four months to fall in love with someone. And that applies to people you don’t even know,” you told him. “So imagine how easy it would have been for us to fall in love when we already know each other.”
You walked into the dining room, sliding into the spot beside Katsuki, since it was the only one that wasn’t taken.
“So, tell us about yourself, (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, laying a hand on her husband’s thigh.
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“Be safe kids!” Masaru called as you and Katsuki headed for the train station.
“We will!” you assured him, smiling. “Do you think they liked me?”
“I think they like you more than they like me,” Katsuki muttered, but you could tell that he was relieved.
“Nah, you’re their son, they’ll always love you more Ka-Bakugou,” you told him, bumping your shoulder with his.
“Did you like them?”
“I think your mother is going to be my new friend,” you told him, smiling up at him.
“Oh fuck, what have I done?” he asked. “You two could end the world.”
“You love us and you know it,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder as you walked. “I had a good time tonight Bakugou.”
“Katsuki.”
“Huh?”
“You were gonna call me Katsuki earlier,” he said.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to call me that around people other than my parents.”
“Are you sure?”
“About as sure as I am of this,” he said, touching the Mark on his chest.
“Drama Queen,” you muttered, cheeks flaring with heat.
He smiled at you, a real smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Are you free next weekend?” he inquired.
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s your answer,” you told him.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader#soulmate au#fluff#bakugou x reader soulmates#bakugou x reader fluff#meeting the parents
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Headcanon that even so much as attempting to pull puppy-dog eyes on Bakugou will make him eleven times less likely to do The Thing because he thinks they look pathetic.
Kirishima tries it one day and Bakugou is immediately disgusted and tells him he looks like a “pufferfish taking a massive shit.” Pufferfish is Kirishima’s new nickname for a week, and Bakugou resolutely ignores any of his attempts to get him to Go Out And Socialize for even longer.
Conversly, Bakugou subconsciously makes this sad kitten face when he’s disappointed by something, and it is thirteen times more powerful than Aizawa’s iconic murder death stare. Like there’s this class movie night and nobody votes for Bakugou’s pick, but instead of blowing up like everyone expects him to, he just looks like a grumpy kitty that lost dinner rights and it is So Cute but So Sad and they all feel like terrible human beings.
(The class makes sure to vote for Bakugou’s choice next time, and the Bakusquad thinks watching his face light up with every well-executed fight scene is absolutely adorable.)
And there’s another time when All Might ruffles Deku’s hair but not Bakugou’s, because he figured the kid doesn’t like it anyway. But then he looks over at said kid and Bakugou has the most sullen, almost betrayed expression on his face that for that split second, All Might hates himself more than All for One. (Also Deku is glaring at him like he murdered his family and refuses to acknowledge his mentor’s existence for a whole two days. Meanwhile Bakugou is just in the background confused and vaguely suspicious with all the head pats he’s suddenly getting.)
I also like the idea of Uraraka catching him doing the Look while listening to some extras from another class talking shit about him. He was having a shit day already because nightmares and self-hatred, so hearing his own words jeered back at him in real life is kind of the last straw, and all Uraraka sees is his face twist up in that familiar-but-not dejected expression before she’s rounding the corner and beating the shit out of some gen-ed kids.
She gets in a shit ton of trouble, but it’s worth it to see the sadness wiped off of Bakugou’s face. He scolds her and gives her food and it’s great.
#give me protective class 1a and oblivious bakugou please#bakubowl#no I do not take constructive criticism fuck off#kacchako#bakudeku
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check out the snippet of a BakuMomo Friendship fic I have going on
A bit of background info: They wanted to be just a little bit stupid and irresponsible for one night, so they both got buzzed in Momo’s room.
Bakugou sunk into the beanbag-like couch cushion thing in Momo’s room, his mind completely warm and fuzzy. Like it was being smothered by a fat, gray cat with thick fur and yellow eyes. But not in an uncomfortable way.
‘What’s this made of?’ his voice was barely a whisper in the dim room. He didn’t want to break the peace. It was like, an unspoken thing now. The only noise allowed was from the speakers connected to the laptop that was playing…something. Bakugou squinted at the projected movie on the wall. He knew what this was. He was sure of it. The name just wasn’t coming to him.
Momo hummed and slouched down to lean her head on his shoulder. “It’s ,” she paused, smacked her lips. They sake made her mouth feel heavy. “Memory foam an’...” She sighed. It took too much effort to complete the sentence. And it was too much effort to ask Bakugou to pass the bottle back to her too.
Her brows furrowed as she flopped her hand across his stomach. He was being greedy. He knew they were supposed to share it. He said so himself.
Bakugou patted her hand and passed the water bottle to her.
Momo whined and gestured lazily to the half empty sake bottle beside him.
Bakugou frowned. “No. Water. ‘S important. If you don’t drink it you’ll..you’ll” he stuttered and blinked rapidly before turning fully around and gripping her shoulders. “You’ll die.”
Momo’s eyes widened. She whimpered before gripping Bakugou’s shoulders too. “I don’t wanna die.” her eyes shifted around the room, as if death itself was about to appear any moment.
Bakugou took her hands from his shoulder and solemnly placed the bottle of water in them. Momo cautiously sipped on the water. She had to be careful. It was a matter of life and death.
Halfway through she paused. “Suki.” she whispered. She tugged his sleeve. “Bak’go.”
“Hmmm?”
“Drink some.” Her eyes were wide and earnest. “You can’t die either.”
Bakugou eyes widened, her fear now mirrored in his, as if he didn’t consider the fact that he could die too.
That made her sad.
He gripped the water bottle with a firm hand.
“Imma build you temples Mo.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Temples?”
“Temples.” Bakugou gulped down the water and smacked his lips. “Fuckin’,” he stretched his arms out, not even wincing when one hit the corner of her bed, “the biggest temples. Because you’re awesome.”
Momo giggled.
Bakugou nodded seriously. “I’ll build it myself- no,” his eyes sparkled and a sharp grin crossed his face. The same grin he got when he figured out something quickly. She liked that grin.
“I’ll get thirty, no fifty, men to build it. And then after that you can have them.” Bakugou nodded, firm and sure in his plan.
Momo muffled her laughter in her palms. “What am I supposed to do with them?”
‘You can..I dunno.,’ he hiccuped. ‘You can use them to take over the world. Or make you cake. Have your own little harem.’
He waited for her to fill in, maybe give what she’d like him to dress her harem. He personally thought black and orange would be good. He’s not biased at all.
He turned when he didn’t hear anything from her. Momo’s head was down, her inky hair covering her face.
“Mo?”
Bakugou slipped from the beanbag, and rolled so he was facing her. He poked her leg. “What is it?”
Her head was still down, and no answer came.
Bakugou flipped over and did a slow military crawl to put his head in her lap. He poked her stomach.
She wrapped her arms around his head, burying her face in his hair. His face was in her stomach, and her grip was too tight so he kind of couldn’t breathe, but that was okay. Momo smelled nice and soft and warm. It made him feel fuzzy. Like the gray cat wasn’t only in his brain.
He felt her murmur something in his hair. Bakugou… Bakugou couldn’t hear from his hair.
He had to move and tell her, just in case she forgot
As soon as he pulled away though, Momo latched onto his cheeks. Her hands pressed his cheeks together until his lips were puckered like a pufferfish. Bakugou thinks he’d make a cute pufferfish. He would ask Momo but he needed to focus, because there were tears in her eyes. She was about to cry, and he didn’t know what to do, because Momos shouldn’t cry.
“Suki, I don’t want a man harem.” she whispered.
He blinked.
“I don’t,” here she trailed off, her voice wobbling. She wanted to tell him. Bakugou placed his hands over hers and nodded slowly.
“A woman harem?” He whispered. She winced slightly, resisting the urge to close her eyes.
She nodded.
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make you the best woman harem ever.”
Momo’s eyes watered again, she loved him so much. She sniffled. “I don’t need a harem-”
Bakugou frowned. “Then who’s gonna make your tower? Wait, Mo, what if they aren’t your harem?” He bounced slightly in place, dislodging her hands from his face. Bakugou leaned forward. “What if they were a tower? An entire tower of women? You can stick them together and then go climbing-”
Momo let out an incredulous laugh. “There’s no way I can climb a woman tower. There’s no way we can even make a woman tower…a wotower,” she tilted her head slowly. “ A wower?”
Bakugou snorted. “A wower.”
Momo didn’t know why it was so funny. He said it so weirdly. She tried to mimic it. “A wower.”
“W-ower.” He whisper yelled.
“Wo-wer.” She threw her hands in the sky.
“Wow-er”
Soon they were on the floor, wheezing and snorting and trying to shush each other so they didn’t wake anyone up.
Momo wiped her tears.
Bakugou laid on his side, with his face on his arm. His other hand was outstretched. Momo mirrored him, and covered his outstretched hand with hers.
“You’re the first person I told.” She whispered. Bakugou gave a questioning hum.
“That I want a wower.” She giggled over the word.
Bakugou grinned, “A wower.”
“Stop,” she slapped his arm, giggles subsiding.
Bakugou’s face relaxed in a soft smile as he turned to look at her ceiling. She mirrored him again.
It was quiet for a bit until he spoke up again.
“Y’know, I could just take the fifty men for myself. Make my own harem.”
Momo’s head snapped to him. His eyes were still trained in her ceiling.
She squeezed his hand once. Turned back to look at the ceiling.
He gave a gentle squeeze in return.
“We can use them to make your man tower.”
“Mower.” Bakugou whispered.
“Stop.”
#I kinda wanted my writing to be a bit simplistic and loopy to show that they were tipsy#not sure how well that came across but *shrugs*#I have a lot of feelings about BakuMomo being friends and I will write them all#they love each other your honour siblings right there#bakugou katsuki#yoayorozu momo#mint fic#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha bakugou#mha bakugou#bnha momo#mha momo#bakugou headcanons#momo headcanons
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MHA in minecraft
- denki is the server host
- he’s also always humming or singing minecraft parodies the whole time “creeper .... AWH MAN”
- kamisero puts their minecraft beds side by side
- bakugou is the infamous server griefer
Aizawa, wanting to literally kill himself as he makes his way to the dorms because he heard screaming: *walks into the room to find baku cackling and kami nearly in tears* what the ACTUAL FUCK YOU GUYS-
kami, screaming: HE BLEW UP MY MINECRAFT HOUSE
- kiri would be an absolute shit builder, he'd have like an assortment of un-matching blocks, the messiest chests you've ever laid your eyes on and probably like six pufferfish for no real reason
- bakugou would be like a redstone genius
- he also learnt it entirely out of spite because sero said it was too hard
- yaomomo would be the type to dump buckets of water on someone’s base but she’d be extra and it’d be a bucket of tropical fish
- min*ta would die right away, he’d be a noob and they’d just kill him the moment he logged on
- Tsu and Uraraka would live nearby each other and they're these super cutesy players who live in pastel houses, collect pretty flowers and have a plethora of pets
- they’d also have pandas, uraraka would have the brown one and tsu would have the one with the runny nose
- jirou would be the one with most experience i think. maybe todoroki too but he doesn’t care as much. i think he just liked to kill off zombies and stuff
- like todoroki would know like everything about the game but not be the greatest player, or he'd just pop on the server occasionally to help midoriya get diamonds or fight the wither because he wants to make his boyf smile
- also midoriya wouldn’t be good but he would try his best.
- him and shoto would have a fort house lol or maybe a poorly made wooden one
- his house is also the most common target of KINGEXPLOSIONMURDER aka baku because that'd 100% be his username
- i think midoriya would have to rebuild it multiple times because of him and he’d get angry at him
- todoroki probably has like six shulker boxes and an ender chest in his inventory with extra stuff for midoriya each time he got griefed so he doesn't have to completely start over
- baku would try to challenge anyone, especially jirou and todo because they're pros, to PVPs, and then rage quit when he loses
- kirishima would probably build his house in a swamp mushroom
- mina would be pretty decent too ngl. like not as good a jirou and shoto but better than most of the others
- ALSO MIDORIYA HAS A SHEEP
- he would 100% have a sheep and he would be freaking amazed when Todo named it Jeb and it stated changing colours
- Tokoyami would have his base in the nether
- jirou and tokoyami would team to kill the ender dragon
- while baku screams because he'd "claimed" it already
- i feel like Jirou would be the first to get elytra and take multiple pairs so she could give them to Momo and Todo
- she might also give elytra to denki too i think. maybe not tho idk if he’d even use them.
- he'd probably keep them on an armour stand or something
- he and sero would go on pirating missions and collect the weirdest loot
- they’d visit so many places together
- they probably asked jirou to help them set up teleports so they could make cottages in plenty of biomes
- they're favourite is the jungle, it's by a beach and they have a plethora of cats, like so many that there are NO creepers to be seen and the map kinda lags sometimes
- kami would try to make as many puns as he could whilst playing minecraft or just anything in his daily life
- kami also would either be utterly obsessed with MC or have zero interest in playing at all, no in between
- I feel like mc would be one of his hyper fixations if he did have adhd
#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia#headcanon#minecraft#kaminari denki#sero hanta#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou#midoriya izuku#todoroki shouto#uraraka ocha#asui tsuyu#momo yaoyorozu#jirou kyouka#tokoyami#kamisero#tsuchako#tododeku#king explosion murder#adhd kaminari#my hero headcanons#bnha headcanons
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Kiribaku children being called pufferfish because they have Bakugous hair but Kirishimas quirk so when they activate their quirks it's just their hair and they run after people trying to prick them🐔
AAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
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feb 14 | valentine’s day
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! thank you @babybakuu for the date idea and everyone else who pitched a thought in as well! tagz are at the end of the fic
genre: fluff
summary: is it a date or is it just bakugou hanging out with a friend. (y/n) can’t really tell.
This isn’t a date.
Was what you had originally thought when you had received a demanding text from Bakugou to ride the subway with him “somewhere” right after class was done.
We’re just hanging out is all.
You lost track of the number of times he momentarily held your hand either to guide you through the busy crowds inside the station or placed your hand in his jacket pocket where he was because you were cold.
As friends.
You tried to convince yourself as he paid for your ticket into your city’s well-known aquarium.
... I think.
On Valentine’s day.
The list could write itself at this point as to all the reasons why it could and might as well be your first date with Bakugou. The only thing that made you apprehensive about it was that he hadn’t openly out and told you it was a date in the first place, so you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Yet.
Walking past the various tanks with various species inside of them caught your attention. You’d make commentary on each one that you were familiar with while Bakugou gave short, clever responses in reply.
In the hours that have passed, you pretend not to notice the calculated glances Katsuki would spare you whenever he thought you weren’t conscious of him doing so. And you were sure that if you were to call him out on it, he’d throw a whole fit at how he wasn’t and that you were ‘seeing things’.
If he wanted to stare at you like a hopeless romantic or how a mother would watch her child take their first steps than so be it. You just let him be.
“Bakugou,” you say eventually, pointing at the glass. His eyes follow to where your finger directed him to look. A pufferfish. “Wouldn’t you say that one looks like you?”
He scoffs and shakes his head in amusement at your blatant form of teasing him. “Shut up,” he says, with a lack of intent behind his words. “Be glad I didn’t dump you in there with the fish.”
A smile and tilt your head to the side, challenging him with a levelled stare. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Shit. He thought, his chest constricting a fraction at your involuntary charm. Being alone with you had him overthinking and whipped enough as is. He didn’t need that to be added on to his long list of weaknesses for you.
Feeling his face begin to redden, Bakugou shoves his hands into his jacket and glances at his phone as a distraction from your looks. “Whatever...” he says, quickly changing the subject to, “We should probably head back to your place now, it’s getting late.” Swiftly turning on his heel so that he could bite back his involuntary sly smile.
Something he often found himself doing whenever you did anything presumably attractive.
As you’re walking back to the subway station, you feel the back of Katsuki’s hand brush against yours.
Brushing it off as an accident you ignore the brief contact. Until you feel his fingers entangle themselves between yours and the warm press of his palm.
“Today was fun! Thank you for everything, Bakugou.” You say, offering words of gratitude towards the male.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his scarlet eyes fall down to look at your conjoined hands. They linger there for a moment before he looks at you, and then at the exit. “Maybe we should do it again. Or something...” He suggested, his voice a bit quieter now.
Okay, so this outing must definitely a date then. You just needed confirmation from him. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Nearing the exit, Bakugou makes an abrupt turn and pulls you into an empty hallway. He presses you against the wall and you watch in embarrassment as his eyes quickly scan the area to ensure that there was no sign of people before he leans down and presses his lips against yours.
It started off as a close-mouthed kiss until you felt his tongue swipe at the bottom of your lip.
Well, fuck okay then. You thought, as you slightly part your lips to him. Being trapped between the wall and Bakugou’s broad chest, your senses were clouded with him and only him.
From the soft scent of his expensive cologne to how his hands felt when they brushed against your sides. He tasted like sweet caramel, warm and inviting. Bakugou lips moved carefully against yours, paying caution to the fact that he shouldn’t be too forceful with you.
To say that he was an excellent kisser would be an understatement.
Finally backing out to give you both space and air, Bakugou thumbs the corner of his mouth, grabs your hand and begins walking again. As if you two literally had not been going at it two seconds prior.
The kiss had left you dazed and taken aback. Leaving you unable to form a proper, sensible sentence. Which lead you to ask the idiotic and obvious question -- to which you already knew the answer to --:
“Wait - ” You pause, pressing a hand to where Bakugou’s lips had once been. “So, this was a date, right?!” You ask, making sure that what you thought turned out to be true.
“You’re kidding.”
#fuckuary#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha scenario#bnha imagine#bnha x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#I had to get this done as soon as class ended whEW
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