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bakumu · 2 years

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this can't be happening

dilf!bakugou x reader

wc: 1.3k

summary: now that the school year is done and you are no longer the teacher to dynamight’s child you'll finally have the chance to be together. cw: dilf bakugou, teacher reader, pining

a/n: i wrote this a while ago and just never posted. oops. enjoy :)

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

You stand by the side of the stage, watching the children you've been teaching for the last year receive their diplomas one by one.

Sure, it's only kindergarten graduation, but this is a big step for them!

You've made it through your first year of teaching: a whole year of screaming, fights, and snot-nosed little, rich brats thinking that they are better than you. Well… almost all of them.

Bakugou Hideo was your saving grace this year. A perfect angel of a student, especially considering his father’s loud and boastful persona. Who would have thought that a man who seems so brash and angry would have a son who followed every rule, did all his homework, and even helped clean up the classroom during recess?

Maybe it was the fact that you got to know Hideo before you ever met the pro-hero, but as soon as you laid eyes on Dynamight, you couldn't stop the hammering of your heart in your chest. Watching his gruff expression morph into a soft smile for his son would melt your heart until every part of you was dripping.

After all the one-on-one parent-teacher conferences, caring emails about Hideo’s progress, and handwritten written letters sent home, you’ve built up quite a rapport with Mr. Bakugou.

But there's one thing standing in the way of your progress.

His wife.

You see her face in the news more than you see his, because of course, she just has to be a hero too. Everything about her radiates an annoying air of confidence. When she appears in interviews she knows exactly what to say, exactly who to schmooze, and frankly, you're sick of her.

Who cares if she's the number ten hero? It's not like she is number two, like dreamy Dynamight. She's just a double-digit loser.

She's never once come to a school pick-up, never shown her face at the parent-teacher meetings for bettering the classroom. She really is the worst pro-hero parent you've ever seen.

On top of that, you bet that she doesn't even have any time for her own husband. How would she be able to please him when she spends all her time away from home? He’s a big strong man with needs that you're sure aren't being met by the likes of her. He needs someone who can match him sexually, who is willing to submit to his every wish and desire. Someone a little younger who can show him all the things that he's missing.

He needs someone like you who will cater to his every whim. You'd treat him right: make his breakfast in the morning, make his dinner before he gets home, all while taking perfect care of his kids.

You're already close to Hideo, it wouldn't be hard at all to make the transition from teacher to mother.

You giggle to yourself at the thought of waking up this hulking man with your mouth wrapped around his cock, only to kiss his son on the head an hour later when you set his breakfast down on the table. That’s the dream.

After all, this plan of yours is one of the reasons you decided to become a kindergarten teacher. What better way to meet an attractive, upstanding man than to find one already with a brat to take care of?

The final child accepts their diploma and, after a few final remarks, the gremlins are instructed to move their little tassel from one side of their pint-sized caps to the other. All of the kids have a smile on their faces, but one is outshining the others. Your favorite little boy Hideo.

His smile is so big and bright, and he's waving so hard with both of his hands that they look like they might fly right off into the crowd of parents.

You follow his line of sight and you're met with a sight that makes your stomach turn.

There she is, the mother to Dynamight’s child. She looks perfectly rushed; her hair is only a little out of place, the bag on her shoulder looks like it might slip at any second, and her perfectly perfect smile is only a little off kilter due to her panting breath.

Dynamight kisses her temple, surely an act for their child, and in return, she whispers something in his ear that makes his face sour.

Of course, she would show up late and ruin his mood. Today is supposed to be about Hideo, not about whatever problems she's bringing here.

The kids file off the stage one by one and down the stairs into the crowd of proud parents. Your eyes follow your favorite student as he jumps happily into his father's arms.

When the last student leaves the stage, you are joined by your fellow teachers who happily wave to their students. They make small talk amongst themselves, talking about how proud they are of their kids but it goes in one ear and out the other. You've always felt like an outsider to their little circle, but that's fine. You never planned on being here long anyways.

With the best warm smile, you can muster plastered on your face, you excuse yourself and head into the crowd. You wave and make pleasantries as you pass your other students, but you keep your eyes trained on the Bakugous’.

You see Hideo’s smile when Bakugou tosses him in the air and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making the boy giggle in his hold. That’s the moment when Dynamight’s eyes land on yours. The air between you feels electrified, and you can feel your heartbeat in tandem with his.

His expression shifts as he hands Hideo off to his wife, whispering in her ear while keeping his eyes glued on you. You’ve almost reached them when he ruffles Hideo’s hair, lips still moving until a scowl appears on the soon-to-be ex-wife’s face. She turns on her heels and walks out of the auditorium with Hideo.

Finally, he's come to his senses, kicking her to the curb where she belongs.

You're just a few steps away from your future. Don't be nervous, stand tall and smile, you remind yourself. You wipe your sweaty hands on your pants before extending your hand to him for a handshake.

“Mr. Bakugou, I wanted to tell you that it was an honor to have—”

“It’s Mr. Dynamight to you.” He looks down at your hand but doesn’t reach for it. “We aren't close.”

You let your hand fall to your side as your mind races. “You're right, I’m so sorry, Mr. Dynamight. I just wanted to say that it was such an honor to have Hideo in my class. He was—”

“I know what you've been trying to do.” He steps closer to you and, the anger in his voice grows with each word. “You're not as slick as you think you are. Your disgusting perfume-scented letters littered with innuendos and shittily drawn hearts couldn’t impress a two-year-old. And you think you have a chance with me? You? Grow the fuck up.”

Your face burns and you can feel the entire weight of the auditorium's gaze. All of his attention is on you but you can't even meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet while you get scolded like a child.

“And have fun looking for a new job. I’ve already reported you to the administration,” he continues, his eyes hardening. “I better not ever see your fucking face ever again or else you're going to have more problems than just your job.”

Wait—he reported you… your mouth runs dry when he walks away from you. This can't be happening.

Hideo and Mrs. Bakugou are standing in the doorway with the head of the school district, and as Dynamight joins them, Hideo practically leaps into his arms.

Arms that will never be yours.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dilf bakugou

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darkstaranthology · 5 months

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'photographs' was the sixth fic posted for 'dark star - an izch anthology.'

Discussion of single parenthood, past spouse death, canon-typical bullying and quirk discrimination, general misogyny themes as they relate to canon BNHA, and age-gap romance, and other triggering content below this cut. There will also be spoilers for the fic, if you want to read it for yourself first.

Fic stats:

~21,000 words

One-shot

E rated (explicit sexual content, age-gap romance, past minor character death and grief/mourning)

Archive Warnings (AO3): None

Canon Setting AU

'photographs' is a one-shot, concerning a canon AU where Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya is childhood friends with Ochako 'Uravity' Uraraka, after their respective mothers meet each other by chance. She becomes his inseparable companion for several years of his life, before she eventually moves back to the western part of Japan with her parents. Now, he is trying to work up the courage to ask her on a date. There's just two problems: Ochako Uraraka is twenty-seven years old, and Izuku Midoriya is twenty years old, and Ochako Uraraka is now Ochako Nakano, widowed by the death of her pro Hero husband a few years prior.

Bit of an odd duck, this one. 'What if Ochako had been Deku's childhood friend in addition to/instead of Bakugou' is one of the most enduring ship-specific AUs for izch fandom. It makes sense, it's a very obvious extrapolation of the themes of the series in my opinion. Despite basically never interacting, Ochako and Bakugou have a lot of thematic contrast going on, and the basis of shipping them, casting them as 'love rivals' for Deku, or casting Ochako as 'the good friend' in contrast to Bakugou as 'the bad bully' all are natural conclusions to draw from their writing in my opinion.

This particular rendition of it was inspired by a piece of fanart by a JP izch artist that has now unfortunately moved on from izch. They now largely draw Deku/Bakugou and 'Dekubowl' content, which I still follow them for! But all their izch art has been functionally obliterated from the internet, which is a huge shame. They drew a specific piece of art that showed Deku, seven years younger than Ochako, and the progression of their lives from him as a baby, to her with him as a young boy, to her in Hero school seeing him in middle school, to her seeing him in the 'Dark Deku' arc of the manga, to him finally coming to her to ask her out. 'photographs' is actually a blunt, direct adaptation, almost beat for beat, and I've been told by a mutual friend that the artist is flattered I enjoyed her work enough to write a fic adaptation of it.

There's other elements, though. At the time this fic was written, the now-famous 'loser Deku's idea of a good first date' manga panel, where he describes taking a girl to an amusement park to hold her hands and split a crepe, was a sensation in fandom. Of course, it was instantly cannibalized for basically any Deku ship, and this fic uses that idea in what I felt was a very thematically entertaining way given their age gap.

I wouldn't really call this fic problematic. It's problematic in the sense that if I knew Deku and Ochako as real people in the situation laid out by the fic, I wouldn't tell them it's a good idea to date. But objectively there's no express power imbalance - she's not his babysitter, teacher, or boss - and both are now adults. It's just a mildly inappropriate age gap between two people who've known each other for years. I think the way we react to age gaps depending on who is involved is very fascinating, and it's funny to me that I could've just posted this fic to my main profile, and I doubt anyone would've even blinked.

It's part of 'dark star' because I wanted people to consider the implications of it all, though. The way Ochako lived a happy life, had a happy marriage to a man her own age, and had a child with him, and now in the ruins of that comes Deku, being a little selfish as he asks her out. The way that Ochako was this incredible person for Deku, and she's never really seen him as his own person, now seeing him come to her 'all grown up,' and how she buys a little bit into this fantasy of his that she probably shouldn't.

It's a little bit inappropriate and toxic, isn't it? Yet it's also romantic. I think these things can be true at once. One goal I had for 'dark star' was for izch to feel 'messy.' Other ship fandoms routinely write fairly brazenly fucked up content of their own ship, often thematically nasty even in a way that mistreats other characters or even marginalized identities (i.e. misogyny, homophobia, etc.), and those ship fandoms will eat that stuff up. Now, personally, I don't really want to write 'thematically nasty' content, per se, but I do want to write thematically challenging content that is reasonably open to interpretation. I would find it very reasonable if someone read 'photographs' and came away thinking 'I don't think these two should've dated, probably.'

There's other things, too. The reality of 'the canon plot' sneaks in at points. Sometimes this fic feels like it has almost no relationship to canon at all, then One for All will creep in to rear its ugly little head. I say that, but I do love One for All and the canon plot of BNHA. BNHA's manga largely collapsed under the weight of bad calls on its side plots, but I think its main plot has generally always been pretty good. I think this shows in this rendition, where the side plots have been largely obliterated to laser focus on 'Deku.'

Without Ochako, there is no Hero named 'Deku.' This is a statement that I would like to tattoo to the forehead of most of BNHA fandom. In 'photographs,' there is a 'Deku,' in the positive sense, but his distance and emotional removal from Ochako has left him more damaged. He presents a strong front, but he eventually admits to Ochako that he hasn't lived a very happy life. He's only twenty, but he's gone through so much no one of his age should, while Ochako has lived a fairly normal, well-adjusted life for someone of her occupation.

There's a moment where Ochako is trying to convey to Deku that she must remain focused on her child, as she is a single parent now. She's successful enough that she can afford that, which is a luxury. And she's self-conscious of her age and of the sexism of Hero society, so acutely aware that 'her life is over' now that she's over twenty-five, a widow, and has a kid. Deku doesn't see her that way, but she sees him as naive, basically like another kid.

Through the date they go on, she sees another side of him. She sees how he's amazing, just like canon Ochako does, but in the transit of Venus-type of way where she goes from seeing him as the little boy she always loved, to a remarkable young man reshaped by One for All. This is both good and deeply inappropriate, and you can feel her fighting with herself through the fic to try and convince both herself and Deku that he should go for someone of his own age, a peer who will see him for what he is.

But nobody else cared about quirkless Deku. No one sees his value. They only see One for All. Only Ochako loves Deku for Izuku, not for One for All. So he clings to his love for her, up until the moment he's ready to let her go, and she finally pulls back, realizing that she can't possibly let him go when she needs him.

I think there's some really good romantic beats in this fic, which I was fairly proud of to read back through in editing this year. I've referenced the famous 'amusement park date' a few times since in other fics, but this fic ironically is the only on-screen direct rendition of it that I've written. It's a little bit perverse in that regard, but I think it's a very mature, textured, difficult take on the subject matter that asks the audience to think critically of the ship, while still asking them to root for them in the end.

Incidentally, this fic borrows a plot point and some general tone elements from ss3dj's (@marcuskay-ss3dj) famous 'Green Tea Rescue.' That fic is probably the most popular and famous rendition of 'izch as childhood friends,' using the common trope of 'Ochako transfers to Aldera Middle School in her last year.' 'photographs' does not use that format, but it does borrow my absolute favorite plot point from GTR (namely 'who is Hisashi?'), and it serves as a sort of soft homage to the early parts of GTR.

I think there will be a handful more fics in 'dark star' that are these sort of light 'breather' affairs. Some of them have very fucked up, dark conceptual themes, like sibling incest or teratophilia, but the actual tack and tone they take with those themes is comparatively light (i.e. as dark comedy rather than drama). It's necessary for me to write these 'breather' episodes, mostly because you can only make so much awful stuff before it begins to feel overwhelming, at least to me. Still, 'photographs' is part of 'dark star' and not just a regular fic of mine because I wanted the audience to think carefully about its theme and message, and to draw their own conclusions.

If you have thoughts about challenging themes, age-gap romance, childhood friend AUs, and other related material, I'd love to hear about it! So if you enjoyed 'photographs,' please let me know! Or if you didn't, I don't mind hearing why. I hope you have something intelligent to say, rather than boring pro-/anti- discourse stuff or 'your ship is bad,' though. These fics are for adults, and I expect you to engage with them like adults.

Have a nice day.

#izuocha #izch #dkch #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #dark star - an izch anthology #photographs #fanfic #cw: age gap #cw: minor character death #cw: grief

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bakudeku-recommendations · 1 year

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BKDK Childhood Friends Recommendations (Pt. 2)

Part 1 Part 3

Note: These are all random and range from cute kids to murdering duo. These also contain smut, dark themes, and some creepy/disturbing things, so read at you own risk and check tags and all that. Part three will be out when I can link everything. Have fun reading!

1. I'm fine! Nothing's wrong...

By: narikopathfinder

Summary: Ever since they were children Deku had always been able to tell when he had bad dreams. It was weird, somehow Deku was always the first to know. Then his dreams stopped bothering him, they drifted apart. But after being kidnapped, the nightmares returned.

Major Tags: hurt/comfort, trauma, nightmares

2. Bakugou's Childhood Sweetheart Survival Guide

By: Butterfree

Summary: Childhood Sweethearts is a Japanese game show series inspired by the popular book The Childhood Friends-To-Sweethearts Contest by Merrywetherweather originating as far back as 2018. Childhood friends who are now lovers from all over the world compete in what is known as the ultimate challenge to prove your love to that girl next door, or to gain confidence to propose to the boy you've been protecting since you were both toddlers. Gaining a huge following and recently signing a contract to have their show aired internationally, the organizers opted to set up camp for the fifth season off the beach that Class 3-A happened to be spending a vacation on.

Major Tags: fluff and humor, challenges

3. Not as much of a loser as you were

By: Punchyourface

Summary: ''But you are always telling me I'm a loser.''

''Well, that's because you are.''

Major Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, soft bakugou

4. I missed you

By: MiraChaDoodles

Summary: Or, five times Izuku missed his Kacchan, plus the one time Katsuki realized just how much he needed his Deku.

Major Tags: friends to lovers, 5+1 things

5. A Rose By Any Other Name

By: dontthinkiwont

Summary: Or, what happens when Izuku refers to Bakugou as just that - 'Bakugou?'

Major Tags: trans Midoriya, nicknames, Bakugou is bad at feelings

6. Nitroglycerin's Bark Is Deadly (But You Should Still Fear It's Bite)

By: Sif (Rosae)

Summary: Childhood promises were made, and sometimes children don't get to learn things the easy way.

Major Tags: Hurt Midoriya, quirk accident

7. Reparations

By: Merrywetherweather

Summary: When Izuku was a child, he was told to never enter the woods. But being in possession of the shortest attention span a four year old is capable of, he ignores his mother's warnings and stumbles after a very pretty butterfly. What he finds, instead, is a friend. His first and only friend.

Major Tags: Omega Verse, Omega Midorya, Alpha Bakugou, smut

8. Kacchan, Can I have a KitKat?

By: ENDisI

Summary: Five times Deku asked Kacchan for Kitkats and the one time Katsuki didn't give him one.

Major Tags: 5+1 things

9. Misunderstood Kisses

Major Tags: misunderstandings, Bakugou is not good at emotions

Major Tags: Getting together, happy ending

By: LovetheOmni

Summary: Katsuki thought he had been very clear in confessing his feelings to Izuku when they were children, but for some reason Izuku kept rejecting him. It takes them both years to realize that it was all just a misunderstanding.

10. Rescue me

By: kae_karo

Summary: what if baku and deku were like. actually friends when they were kids tho

#bkdk #mha bkdk #fanfiction #fanfic recommendation #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 link #childhood friends bkdk #childhood friends

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ssplague · 3 years

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The late bloomer 🌬🥀

Part 5

Rated M

⚠️ A/B/O themes (knotting, ruts, heats, etc.) primal play, oral & MxF sex, possessive behavior, aggressive jealousy

Part 4

Honorable mentions: @naomithenerdgirl @gummiwormsandonedirection @nekee-lilac02 @veenasanada @satoooooruu @jazzylove @sizzlingdonutturtlemuffin @miss-lilith @girl-lost-not-found @desiray562 @wegotmatchingtattos @bakugoismisunderstood

💌 The flashback scene ended up being much longer than I’d originally intended 😅 I just got so caught up in it, I couldn’t help myself.

📱🧪👄

“Cant you stay for a little while Katsu? I could make dinner for us and afterwards we could wat-“

“No, I have somewhere to be and don’t call me that”

His tone of voice was as cold as ice.

“But-“

“But nothing, I told you what this was”.

Haphazardly tossing his school blazer over his shoulder, he leaves the room without another word to the flustered girl laying on her bed.

“I’m sorry, I mean…you’re a really great friend but I just…I don’t know if it would be a good idea for us to…well y’know” you trail off, not knowing what else to say to cushion the blow of turning down a date with a friend.

“Ah that’s okay ________, I shouldn’t have put you in such an awkward position…so uh…well if you change your mind…you have my number” says the boy before giving you a wave and making his way down the hall.

Entering the locker room, you hurriedly get changed into your PE clothes. Just before you head out to the track, you overhear a conversation that twists your stomach into knots.

“-then afterwards he took off…I just don’t understand why Bakugou-Kun is so closed off, I mean I could feel the chemistry between us! I wouldn’t have done that with him if I hadnt”.

Jealously was clawing it’s way up your throat, you wanted to attack the stupid girl, but you wanted to absolutely rage at Katsuki even more! What for though? He isn’t your boyfriend or anything….but you’d at least thought there was something between the two of you…

Apparently you weren’t the only girl lingering under this delusion. There were two classes left for the day…and of course he was in both of them with you. Taking out your phone you hastily sent a text before you could chicken out:

(In case the image doesn’t load: “Y’know I think I’ve changed my mind, I’d actually love to go out with you…Does friday after school sound good?)

“So I thought you could come hangout at my place this Friday? The old hag and dad will be out late for a-Hey are you even fuckin’ listening to me?” Katsuki asks.

Apparently he’d realized he was talking to himself as the two of you walked home together. You are too busy smiling at your phone as you reply to the message you’d just received. Completely failing to notice the death glare your companion was aiming at the device.

“Hmmm what was that?”

You ask, making your disinterest apparent.

“I asked if you wanted to come over to my place and hangout Friday since my parents won’t be home until late…who the hell are you talking to anyway?!” He snarls, snatching the phone from your hand.

”Katsuki! Give that back you ass-“

“What are you hiding from me princess? We don’t keep secrets remember?” He’s snickering but as soon as he reads the thread he’s irate.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me right? A date? With this tool?!”

“Give me back my phone Katsuki!”

“NO! I’m going to tell this loser to lose your fuckin’ number, then you can have it back!”

“You have no right! I can go on a date with whoever I want, I can be with who ever I-“

“No you can’t!! I won’t let you!”

“Won’t let me?! Who do you think you are?!”

“Dont test me omega!”

“Oh I’m “Omega” now am I? Well fuck you, stupid Alpha!”

With surprising speed you launch yourself forward and snatch the phone away from him.

“_______! I swear to god, if you go out with that guy I’ll-“

“You’ll what?! Im not your property Katsuki, and you certainly arent mine! Let’s not even be friends anymore, how about that?!”.

Two days passed and the two of you maintained a Stubborn silence. When Friday came around Katsuki was in the worst type of mood you’d ever seen him in. Wasn’t your problem though…he isn’t your problem…

So when the final bell sounded, you bolted out of class before it was fully finished ringing.

As you tried to enjoy the company of your date you felt your phone going off non stop in your bag. You had a feeling you knew who it was, and what they wanted.

You were wrong though, and after an hour of you incessant vibrations you finally decided to answer it.

“WHAT?!” You shout, not even bothering to check who it was calling. The boy beside you was startled at your sudden outburst, you hadn’t even realized you’d interrupted him mid sentence. As the person on the other line started speaking your face morphed from furious to absolutely terrified.

“Is he hurt?! D’you know where he is now?!”

Gathering up your things, you thank the person for calling and turn towards your bewildered date.

“I’m really sorry for just bailing on you but I need to go, I’ll make it up to you I promise!” You bow before dashing off at top speed.

You keep up your mad dash all the way towards your neighborhood, passing your house and finally slowing to a stop two doors down.

That’s strange…where are his parents? Oh god what if he ended up having to go to the hospital?! What if he’s on his death bed?!”

All sorts of terrible scenarios begin circling through your panic stricken brain as you incessantly ring the doorbell. It seemed like an hour before you hear shuffling footsteps on the other side of the door and a familiar snarl: “Hold your fuckin’ horses goddammit in coming!”.

He’s alive.

As soon as the door opens you jump on him, sending you both flying backwards.

“________! What the fu-“

“Thank god your alive! When I heard about what happened I automatically assumed the worst, and then when I got here and didn’t see either of your mom or dad’s cars in the driveway I was terrified” you are openly sobbing now, tears creating a small stream as they continuously flow down your face and onto his bare chest.

Wait….bare…chest?

Sitting up now, through blurry vision you take notice of the state of undress the aggravated young man beneath you is in. He must have just gotten out of the shower; His normally unruly blonde spikes are slightly tame due to their dampness, a few droplets of water pool between the crease of his abs. Scanning the rest of his exposed skin you are pleased to see no extreme injuries. You see a few scratches, and some light bruising here and there as your eyes begin following the light blonde trail of hair that starts at his navel and ends somewhere beneath the towel wrapped around his hips.

Which is what you so happen to be sitting on, as you shamelessly stare. Your mouth goes dry, face begins heating up, and it’s like a match has been struck somewhere inside your lower stomach. A snapping sound catches your attention as you finally notice a pair of fingers infront of your face. “Earth to dumbass” Katsuki sneers from beneath you.

You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you slowly slide off his hips. Biting your lip at the feel of something twitch beneath you and the low hiss he lets out in response.

“Sorry” you whisper, getting to your feet.

“The hell you doing here anyway?”

He’s angry, furious really.

“Thought you were on a date with what’s-his-fuckin-name? Why show up here to bother me?”.

It hurt to hear him refer to you as a “bother” but you pushed it aside;

“Who gives a fuck about a stupid date when I hear that someone important to me got attacked by a villain!” Tears begin to obscure your vision once more, “I…I didn’t get all the details but I got enough to make me sprint all the way over here!”.

“Well you shouldn’t have bothered, as you can see I’m fine! Just like I told my parents, so you can go back to lover boy and they can enjoy their stupid business celebration”

You don’t like the way he’s acting towards you, you aren’t used to receiving this treatment from him.

“I dont care what you say! You are far from fucking fine, you can bullshit whoever you want to, but it won’t work on me Katsuki!”

“I AM FINE! I DONT NEED YOU OR ANYONE ELSE LOOKING AFTER ME! ESPECIALLY NOT YOU!” He roars.

“IM NOT LEAVING! IF YOU WANT ME GONE THEN THROW ME OUT! IM NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE!” You scream back.

“Oh yeah?” His quieter voice is somehow far more fear inducing than his screaming.

You don’t respond, crossing your arms over your chest you simply nod staring back at him.

The smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine as he moves towards you, reaching around you to shut the door and lock it.

Now he’s in your face, towering over you menacingly. It’s unnerving, and soon you try to look anywhere but at him. That’s short lived as his hand comes up to grab your chin;

“What’s wrong? You were so adamant about staying to keep me company…now you look like your ready to take off at any moment….almost as adamant as you were about going on that stupid date”.

He chuckles as his fingers slide up towards the apples of your cheeks, “Must not have been all that great if you ditched the poor bastard to come see me…Can’t even tell you came from a date to be honest…ya didn’t even dress up for him…I bet you woulda f’me though…”.

Squeezing either side of your cheeks has him smiling at the involuntary pucker of your lips.

He’s being mean….but it’s that endearing sort of teasing reserved just for you.

It’s a secret not many are privy to but there always has been an underlying “sensuality” (of sorts) to your relationship with Katsuki. Maybe it all started that faithful night spent under the stars, at any rate it’s been rapidly growing to the point where you two won’t be able to just ignore it anymore. As your gaze drops down from his eyes and onto his lips, you don’t think you want to anyway. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the aforementioned male, and in response he steps closer, further intruding into your personal bubble.

It’s painful for him to think that just a few hours ago, he was slowly suffocating at the hands of that disgusting sludge villain. How close had he come to giving up hope? Who was he kidding, he had given up then. Closing his eyes, your angry face was the only thing he could see and that was when he realized; I’m going to die and never be able to fix things with the person that’s most important to me

Then lo and behold, here comes fucking Deku to the rescue! It made him sick to think about any of it, he’d be cursed to mentally replay today’s events for all of eternity.

“Katsuki….what…what do you want from me?”

The question pulled him out of his own thoughts and without actually thinking he replied; “Everything you’d be willing to give me”.

Well, that certainly wasn’t what you were expecting and you certainly weren’t expecting to be bold enough to bridge the gap between your lips…but you did.

So that’s how you ended up being carried up stairs, thrown down the bed, attached at the mouth, with your best friend on top of you. At some point you’d lost your shirt and now your skirt was flipped up; Allowing Katsuki to eagerly rut against your clothed sex, as you grinded against his erection.You whined softly, as he abruptly ended the kiss, “Please Suki, I want you so bad…please”.

This was the first time he’d ever picked up this scent coming from you, and it was interfering with his rational mind. Studying your mussed appearance, the fondness he’d developed for you over the years brought a certain warmth to his heart.

When you impatiently humped against him again he realized what this new scent was, and oh fuck was he ever obsessed with it. It was like a switch flipped, triggering a sudden change in personality and it was both startling and exciting.

Suddenly your wrists are pinned above your head and two fingers begin to stroke the wet spot on the crotch of your panties.

“Look at how wet you are for me and I’ve barely even done anything…You want me Omega? Want your Alpha to finally claim you?” His voice was so gravely and deep. You nodded eagerly, so happy that he finally acknowledged himself as YOUR Alpha out loud.

Moving your panties to the side, the pads of his calloused fingers slipped between your soaked lips to teasingly play with your clit.

“You’ve always been mine princess and you always will be, just for me….So no more provoking me by flirting around with these fucking nobodies got it?” He warns, eyes narrowing before kissing you softly.

“You’re gonna make me have to hurt somebody if you do, and then…I’ll have to punish you too…you won’t like it but it’ll have to be done if you don’t listen to me”.

The sudden sound of a shrill ring from his cellphone was enough to temporarily break the hold his alpha had on him.

“If you attempt to claim an unpresented Omega before their first heat then the Omega won’t be able to ever be claimed properly”

Shit! What was he doing?!

Disregarding his phone completely he jumped backwards and fell off the bed.

“Suki?!” You scrambled to look down at his frightened face as he lay sprawled out on the floor. Now with the towel no longer in the way you stopped yourself from outright staring at his still hard dick. You couldn’t stop the needy whimper that escaped you, still very much wanting him.

Katsuki swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to firmly say “No _______, we…we cant do this…not now”. This set your clouded mind into a manic frenzy; He was denying you? After all that drama that almost ruined your friendship completely? Was that other girl better than you or something? Why her but not you?!

Sensing your mood shift before even smelling the change in your scent, he made sure both his pheromones and voice were coming out soothing while he explained the issue.

“So it’s because….because I’m still not presented yet? It’s not really because you don’t want to be with me?” Your voice sounded so sad as you shrunk in on yourself. The terror of being rejected had passed, but now you were once again self conscious at your lack of having your first heat.

“I want you more than anything, well you and being #1 are something I’d rather not force to compete on a scale of importance to me but…fuck! I can’t ever figure out how to say what I mean when you’re around me!” He let out a frustrated snarl, slamming shut the drawer he’d just pulled a pair of gym shorts from.

“I wouldn’t ever expect you to pick one or the other” you reply, sliding off the bed intent on getting dressed. Just as you get to your feet, you get knocked off them. Falling backwards on the bed you growl in frustration and as you open your mouth to snap at him, your words die instantly. Lust blown pupils almost cover up the small sliver of Dark Red eyes as they stare you down, effectively pinning you to the mattress.

“K-Katsuki Y-You said we c-cant do that….so why?” A finger is pressed to your lips.

“I said we couldn’t do THAT single thing…we can do other things princess…all sorts of things I’ve only imagined doing to you” he kisses down the length of your body, stopping at the waist band of your underwear.

“I’m keeping these” he says before yanking them off you in one swift pull.

You stare back at him; Wide eyed and speechless as he spreads your shaking legs wide. The self conscious feeling that washed over you as he inspects your bare pussy vanishes immediately as he mumbles a quiet “God damn”.

Licking his lips, he gives you a sinister smile, “You’ve been hiding this from me for all this time…You know how many ruts I’ve went through just imagining what secrets you were keeping under that fuckin’ skirt of your’s princess?”.

“M’sorry” you whimper as his fingers once again slip between your lower lips. “Nah, I know yer’fuckin’ not princess…can’t lie to me” he gives your clit a smack “That’s for trying though…naughty girl”. You let out a soft shriek at the sting and he laughs.

“No more talkin’, I got this sloppy little pussy in my face all wet and soakin’ jus f’me…but I’ll say one last thing”

Your staring up at the ceiling; Trying to control your rapid heart beat and slow your panting breaths, waiting for him to do something…anything. You glance down at him and lose your breath over the smoldering look in his eyes and haughty expression on his face.

Lowering his mouth down until his lips are an inch from your pulsating clit he looks into the windows of your soul rasping “itadakimasu” right as he buries his face in your throbbing cunt.

You don’t even try to hold back the loud keen that erupts from somewhere deep inside your gut. You’ve never experienced such an amazing feeling, and oh god the shameless sounds he’s making as he throughly enjoys the first taste of you are just raunchy.

Slurping, growling, squelching, paired with his sinful groans of pleasure are nearly drowned out by your sporadic crys of his name. Something has been steadily building up since his lips first touched your pussy; A strange pressure that makes you suddenly uneasy and you try your best to squirm away. He shuts this down right away, delivering another slap to the inside of your thigh as he snarls; “Stop fuckin’ runnin’ from me princess”.

Tears begin to pool in your eyes as you force out a shaky “S-st-stop! SUKI! P-please I-I’m go-gon-gonna pee! Stop!”.

This man doesn’t even open his eyes as he growls “You aren’t, I promise you won’t…fuckkk…just let it go f’me baby”.

Your whole body is trembling and you sob at the thought of how humiliating this was going to be, but you couldn’t have held it back if you tried to. As soon as the pressure In your lower half starts to release you swear your soul exits your body. You can hear Katsuki praising you “Fuck yes _______, that’s it baby…squirtin’ all over my tounge mmmm love my messy girl”.

He just said he loved you!

“Oh god Katsuki, you…you’re fucking amazing!” You continue to sob as aftershocks rock through your twitching body.

“Mhmm tell me something I don’t know pretty girl”.

Your eyes open, slowly taking in your surroundings and savoring the familiar but slightly different scent surrounding you. The distinct smell of caramel has an underlying spice to it, like cinnamon and you try not to focus on the tingling it’s causing. Shivering at the significant lack of warmth surrounding your body has you realizing you are alone.

Where was Katsuki?

The past few days were kind of blurry; You had brief flashes of memory, all centered around the explosive alpha.

YOUR explosive alpha

Hisses your omega, always eager to correct. Must be the last day or two of your heat, judging by her significantly quieter voice.

Wait.

Your hand flew to the prominent bite that had begun scabbing over on your neck. He didn’t even ask properly! You weren’t at all rational enough to make such a life altering decision! You knew that eventually this was where you wanted your relationship to lead, but not right now.

This was honestly somewhat devastating.

You were blinking back tears when you heard the soft creak of the door opening. Normally, the sight of a tip toeing Katsuki would have had you giggling. Now however you sat watching silently; The blonde male had his back facing you while precariously balancing a plate of food on a stack of books, shutting the door with an uncharacteristic softness. Glancing over his shoulder, he turns towards you abruptly and his eyes light up.

“Finally awake princess?”

The smile on his face is breathtaking but you can’t fully return it, only managing a slight grin as you mumble a quiet “Yeah”.

Setting the books on his nightstand he sits beside you, holding the plate of food, “Good, I cooked us a little something, I was fuckin’ starving so I already ate, but this is for you”.

You take the plate and utensils from him and force yourself to eat. It’s hard to choke down the meal when all you want to do is scream, but you do it.

You wonder if he too has this awkward feeling that you do right now but when he speaks your immediately aware it isn’t mutual.

“I’m really happy that we finally got to share a cycle together princess, the first of many now that we’re…” he gets a little choked up, face reddening as he says “mates”. Taking you in his arms, he sighs blissfully as he looks over the mating mark he’d given you; “It’s healing nicely, doesn’t hurt much does it?”. Not returning his sentiment you shake your head “No it’s fine, what about you? Or umm did I not-?”.

“Oh you definitely gave me one too” he interrupts smugly, tilting his head to the side for you to see. Sure enough, the bruised indents where you’d sunk your teeth in shown brightly against his sun kissed skin. You couldn’t help running your fingertips across the bruised ridges, suddenly feeling flushed and needy upon contact.

“I-I think, Katsuki it’s…”

“It’s okay baby, it’s another wave just let me take these off real quick and I’ll take real good care of ya” his voice is calm and a soothing feeling falls over you as he strips out of his clothing. Laying back on the bed you commence shameles ogling; Appreciating the rippling back muscles and budging biceps that signaturely belong to your Alpha, your Katsuki. Whining softly as you reach out for him, desperate to feel that overwhelming feeling you’ve come to associate with when your bodies meet.

“Present for me Omega” the normal rasp in Katsuki’s voice has been replaced with a seductive purr that has your whole body vibrating as you clamor to grant his request. Now that you are in your almost normal state of mind; it’s rather embarrassing to be face down on the bed, poking your ass up high in the air.

“That’s it, good girl” the mattress dips lightly behind you as he joins you once more “You probably don’t remember a whole lot from the last few days, but s’Okay cause I certainly do”.

You jump slightly as his hands begin kneading your cheeks while he spreads them apart, “Aw don’t tell me your getting shy on me now!”.

You whimper at the low whistle he emits as he gets a good look at both your holes. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed baby, you’ve pretty much lived on my cock the last few days” Then you feel a wet glob of something land on your puckered entrance and your immediately squealing.

“There aren’t any more secrets between us now, I know you body and soul, inside and out”

Or so he thinks…

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol.

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying."

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down.

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance.

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now.

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it.

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you.

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-"

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened.

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy.

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv.

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top?

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan.

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world.

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?"

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his.

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny."

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window."

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either.

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator.

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands.

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it."

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock.

"what do good boys say katsuki~?"

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…"

"that's a good boy…"

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time.

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back.

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face.

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain.

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life."

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you.

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure.

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back.

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands.

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Can I request prompt 63 with bakugou

Do not know why, but I feel like I should write more about him since he is a favorite of the fandom. My Hero Academia in general is a fandom I feel like I should write more about. Not like it is the only fandom. Btw, explosion boy here is aged up.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, yelling

Prompt 63: “Your hair is so soft and silky.”

"Just lay down, you idiot. The doctors said you shouldn't overwork yourself and give your body the time it needs to recover.", you insisted with a stern voice that surprised Katsuki a bit, not being used to you speaking with him like this. "Bullshit! I can take care of myself and you!", he protested with his normal irritated and pissed off tone, pushing you away from him, careful to not actually hurt you. Being forced to stay obediently in bed and not do anything at all was not something Bakugou was really used to and barely one day was already too much for him.

But a sudden sharp stinging in his chest that nearly robbed him of all the air in his lungs, causing him to instantly fall back in the mattress. "F-fuck...", he hissed through gritted teeth out, placing one of his rough hands on the place of his ribcage where the pain was currently coming from. "What did I say? Your body is still not healed enough! And if it wouldn't have been for your damn stubbornness, you would still be in the hospital and be treated by professionals who can give you the proper treatment!", you scolded him harshly, grabbing his shoulders and pressing him down so he would stay where he was.

"I don't need someone who can take care of me! I'm a hero, I can handle myself just fine!", he instantly snapped back at you, wriggling under your grip and if it came to physical strength you were no match for him which was why you quickly lost control over him, stumbling a few steps back whilst watching him trying again to get back up. The pain he was currently enduring was visible from the way he furrowed his eyebrows and was gritting his teeth slightly. “Damn villain.”, he cursed quietly, managing to sit up in bed.

“Katsuki, stop it! You were only let out yesterday and I’m sure you do not plan on getting back in less than 24 hours since your release, do you?!”

Your voice had raised, matching your growing frustration with the blond man who was refusing to take a small rest. “Of course I don’t plan to go back in there! Sitting the whole day in the bed and doing nothing whilst bad people are roaming around is ridiculous! That’s why I wanted to leave as fast as possible in the first place! But now I am being held back from doing my work from my own spouse! What is it with you?! I am not some weak child you need to constantly worry over! It needs more than a stupid villain to bring me down! And I made that bastard pay for what he did, they’re in a worse shape than I am!”

By now he was yelling at you, towering threateningly over you and glaring down at you with furious eyes. And all of a sudden you felt smaller and smaller, feeling slowly how you started to get frightened by him.

“Why do you even worry about me in the first place?! Do you think I am that weak?! I am the one who protects you! So instead of being concerned about me, worry instead over you! You’re the fragile one here! Without me you would be completely lost! Now get out of my way! I have important stuff to do!”

You didn’t. You just stood there, shacking like a loser in front of the man you dared to call your own husband. You hated such moments so much that you couldn’t even start to describe it in words. It were such moments where you wondered why you had accepted an arrogant jerk like him in the first place when you could have instead said yes to a kind and gentle person. Maybe you had not been in your right mind at that time.

“Didn’t you listen?! Move!”

How dared he to have the audacity to scream at you like this when all you did was worrying because you cared? Was he blind, dumb or just both?

“Are you deaf?! I said-“

You didn’t wish to listen any further to him and his useless outburst of anger, disappointment and hurt mixing together, creating something infuriated and mad in the process. And in that moment it didn’t matter that he was a famous hero, a walking time bomb and could bomb you away without much effort. All you were able to see was a pure asshole who thought he could belittle you and call you stupid and weak.

A loud smacking sound was heard through the room, louder than a bomb filling the sudden silence following afterwards. Katsuki’s head was tilted to the side, a sudden burning puncturing the skin of his cheeks and his eyes widened shocked when he realized what you had just done. You had just hit him.

Normally he would have attacked a person who hurt him like this. But you weren’t just any person, you were his darling. And in all the time you had been with him, he couldn’t remember a single time where you had gotten physically violent with him. You had always just calmed him down, or tried to do so, or had stepped back to give him time to cool off a bit until he was back to normal.

There was actually no anger inside of him which was a relief for him, knowing he wouldn’t get mad at you since he wasn’t good in repressing his feelings. It didn’t mean that he hadn’t a chaos of emotions going on inside of me, major confusion, surprise and shock filling his mind due to this sudden action of yours. And hurt.

Maybe he didn’t have the right to feel hurt, not after having said all those things to you. It had been anyways surprising for many that you had never gotten truly mad at him despite his explosive and harsh behavior, even though you were also his soft spot. He should have known that it would be only a question of time until you would snap at him as well.

“So you’re saying I’m a burden to you because I am not as strong as you?”

Silent, saddened, trembling. That was how you currently sounding, Katsuki imagining that you were on the verge of tears. But since you had turned your head away from him, he couldn’t see if you were actually crying or not.

“That is not what I-“

“Don’t bother to apologize. I get it. I must be a nuisance for you. Only holding you back from your work. You’re a big deal after all, such a famous and beloved hero. And I am just the weak and useless little spouse who has to put up with you. If you really want me to go, I’ll do it. Forever.”

The last word was spoken with a low tone, sounding like a sharp warning from your side and all the previous shaking from before suddenly being replaced by a indifference that made Katsuki feel all of a sudden very cold.

But the final blow was when you finally did show him his face. You were crying, just like he had thought. But your face had turned stoic, not giving away the pain which was flowing down your face. Merely in your eyes was he able to see the storm of emotions.

“I’m so tired of all of this, Katsuki. For years now I’ve put up with you and your shitty behavior without complaining once. And I from all people know best how important your job is for you. It is the job of a hero to protect the citizens and risk their lives. But going out like this is just suicide and you will be only going out as the loser and die a not very heroic death. The villain would laugh at you. I won’t stop you if you still want to go, you can die if you want too.”

Did you really mean those words? Why were you suddenly acting like this? He had expected you to scream and hit him, but instead you were looking at him with an empty yet so emotional look in your eyes and were telling him you wouldn’t care if he would die? You couldn’t be serious! But why…Why did he suddenly feel like he was the one getting terrified of you?

“But do me the favor and die whilst I’m not in your presence anymore or somehow connected with you. Because currently you’re my responsibility and for that it would be my fault if you would die because I wouldn’t be able to stop you. So if you want to do this, take this.”

Not even a muscle moved in your face when you suddenly pulled off your ring and let it drop to the ground, the metallic sound of it echoing in Katsuki’s mind, a terrifying sound.

“I can’t get used to a man who can’t love me like I deserve to be loved. No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t seem to work. And if you aren’t willing to listen to my wishes as well and only degrade and yell at me, I don’t think I should and can be with you anymore. Maybe all of this was just a mistake. And if it was, I’ll fix it by myself. See you, Katsuki.”

All Katsuki was able to do was standing there like he had been paralyzed, staring with wide and slightly quivering eyes at the ring you had just dropped carelessly to the ground, flinching when he heard you slamming the door closed.

It was so…quiet inside of him, no thoughts and no overbearing feelings. The only thing he was able to sense in that short moment was the prominent pull in his chest, his heart feeling like it was being crushed and overshadowing the wound on his chest, the hot pain where your hand, too delicate in his opinion to inflict pain on someone, had slapped him and the heartbeat of his, increasing more and more. It felt like it would bruise his ribcage at any moment.

Without diverting his eyes once, he continued staring at the shining metal, something that had showed everyone that you were his. You were leaving him, weren’t you…

SHIT!

It was like a coil was suddenly exploding inside of him, waves of pain hitting him and hurting so much worse than anything else he had felt before. His brain was not functioning properly nor was his breath, reeling with panicking thoughts and irregular breaths and despite the doctors having told him to not be too hasty with his movements yet, he dashed out of the room, ripping the door out of it’s ankles in the process so that it hung askew in the frame. It was the thing he couldn’t care less about in that one moment.

He just stared at the windows at the end of the floor, wide open. Oh no. He knew what that meant. Ignoring his bandaged chest, he rushed over, noticing with growing fear that a white feather was laying on the ground.

“No, no, no, no, NO!!!”

Leaning as far out as possible without risking to fall out of the window, his eyes shot quickly over the sky, searching for a flying figure. But he couldn’t see anything. Of course he couldn’t. When it came to aerial combat and anything in the sky, you were unbeatable and for that very famous and important for any sorts of missions regarding this.

And no one could match your speed in the air, that was your kingdom. And that meant you were…gone.

“(y/n)!!!!!”

Who cared if people would hear him?! Who cares if some people would think that he was crazy?! What did that matter?! You were gone!!! Possibly forever!!!

“FUCK!!!”, he screamed out loud, turning away from the window, hot tears starting to blur his vision.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!”

His quirk had activated itself, explosions tickling the palms of his hands, his clouded mind begging him to destroy something to let something suffer as well from the unbelievable chaos of hurt and anger inside of him.

And just like that the already damaged door was suddenly turned into small pieces when Katsuki smashed it, letting his wrath out on the poor object before starting to pace around, muttering a string of curses whilst pulling on his hair tightly, not caring that he was crying.

Why was he such an idiot?!?! He should have cherished you more than this!!! Why did he have to be such a bastard!!!

What if you wouldn’t come back?

Angel. That was your hero name, given from the two pairs of wings you possessed, four huge and gorgeous wings, snow white and golden from the color. Your quirk was not to be mistaken with the one from Hawks which had been your role model when you had been younger since both of you had a wing quirk. You couldn’t manipulate your feathers like he could. Instead you could manipulate the wind and the air around you with it, slicing with it through even steel when you used enough force.

It also allowed you to move with a speed that could rival a jet without any problems, boosting your speed with the wind. Children really loved you since your quirk looked majestic, making you look like you were a real angel. And it was a sin to make one cry, wasn’t it?

In that case Katsuki had just sinned, tears flying behind you when being torn off your face due to the wind, raining down on the city below you. Up in the clouds there was no one to hurt you, that’s why you loved flying. If people who would be hit from your tears know that you were currently suffering? No, probably not.

“Stupid Katsuki!”

Alcohol. One of the most common things people used as a painkiller to forget temporarily about their problems and their agony. Pathetic, but true. They didn't want to endure all the shit going on in their life and searched desperately for an escape from that hell. It was just another sign for Katsuki that you meant too much for him, judging from what he had been doing these past few hours, skipping his sleep since he wouldn't be able to rest anyways and resorting to something he had never done before. Drinking his sorrow away.

It wasn't like he didn't like some expensive and good whiskey or wine from time to time, he enjoyed it. But he had never done it to get rid of the searing pain in his heart before. There had been a time where he had looked down on people who had done this, thinking of them as too weak. He guessed now he didn't have the right to call them like this anymore, not after he had become such a pathetic loser as well.

He had searched hours for you, had called people he thought you might have come too, had driven all over the place. But you had just vanished in thin air, no one knowing where you were. And he had no one to blame, but himself. You had just wanted him to get better. You had been the one who had sat hours in the hospital, waiting for the doctors to tell you that the surgery had been successful and that he would be fine again. And despite you knowing he should stay longer in the hospital, you had listened to his wishes and talked the doctors into letting him out again.

You were truly an angel. Someone that should be treasured. And you were, or maybe had been, his angel. Maybe he really didn't deserve someone as warm and forgiving as you. What kind of husband was he anyways? Hurting you and letting you go despite having promised himself and in front of the altar that he would always love and protect you? You had been the one protecting him. He couldn't even look after himself now, drinking himself full which was probably poison in his current condition.

But it didn't do anything at all, it didn't soothe his suffering. If at all he had the feeling the alcohol only made him more emotional and caused him to do some weird things. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten in the garden, most likely by tumbling in here since he wasn't able to stand normally on two feet anymore, tripping quite often over things.

Tears were decorating his whole face, him not recalling when he had ever before cried so much in his life before. He couldn't do anything against it. He felt like someone was piercing his heart. It just hurt too badly.

So here he was, laying in the cold grass and staring at the dark sky, some dim stars being visible in it. It was beautiful and he wondered if you were thinking the same right now too. Where were you right now? Perhaps you were flying through all the stars and enjoy the cool air and the freedom you had right now. Katsuki knew that you loved flying and being free like this. This probably made you happier than he might have made you.

He was being silly right now, but the alcohol had gotten the better of him and so he only sobbed more when thinking about it. And despite him being aware somewhere in the depths of his mind that he was being ridiculous right now, he stretched his hand in a longing manner out towards the sky, imagining that you were flying with your magnificent wings somewhere up there, doing your hero name justice and being an angel. Clipping your feathers might be a way to prevent you from leaving him, but he knew that you didn't need them to still control the air and additionally he knew how fast they grew back. You would probably be mad at him if he would do so.

"I'm sorry (y/n). Please come back to me now.", he cried softly out, glancing at the stars which were twinkling unaffected by his pain down on him. He felt exhausted, all the crying was harder than expected and the whole liquid had made him feel a bit wearily, eyes feeling much more heavy than before. Closing them felt so much more better, even if he was laying outside instead of the bed where normal people would go when feeling tired. But Katsuki didn't have any interest nor motivation in this. Your smell would just make things worse so sleeping outside seemed to be a good solution of it. He didn't want to go back inside until you were back, although this was most likely only a dumb decision his drunken brain was spitting out.

It was wonderfully relaxing when he closed his eyes, erasing whatever was in sight of him and letting his thoughts take over, the only thing he was being able to think off right now was you. But the images were pretty, remembering all the happy times he had had with you. Those were precious and he had let himself get blinded by greed and his arrogance to be the best.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was met with your face staring with a mixed expression down at him, giving him a look with a quirked eyebrow wich only raised more when he suddenly grinned at you, staring with a dreamy look up at you.

"So wishes do come true. Or am I just hallucinating right now?", he slurred out with a happiness that was shocking for you to witness since you had never seen him drunk before. He was so...different.

"Depends. Is it a nice hallucination?", you asked him, tilting your head a bit. "More than that. It's beautiful. You're beautiful.", he mumbled back, only focusing on you. It would have been a lie if you would have told someone your heart didn't flutter a bit in that moment, but you kept the accident from earlier and the fact that he was filled to the brim with alcohol right now, his breath telling you that he had gotten his hands on some strong stuff.

"Why are you outside? It's pretty late and you just now dozed off a bit. Shouldn't you get inside?", you continued questioning him.

"I don't want to go inside. It feels so lonely and depressing without you.", he just replied, letting his eyes wander over your folded wings, glowing in the moonlight and making you really look like a heavenly being.

He appeared to be so pitiful that you almost felt a bit bad, but you kept the anger and betrayal inside of you, not ready to forgive him that easily. He had messed up before quite often, but this time you had just had enough. He owed you an apology. When he was sober again of course, he probably didn't even know what he was saying right now. He should be thankful you had come back in the first place after having spent the whole day in the clouds whilst crying and thinking about a lot of different things.

You didn't really flinch when he stretched out his hand to touch your face, sighing from the contact.

"Your hair is so soft and silky."

You knew what he was thinking when he suddenly froze under you only seconds after having said this, realizing that you were real and not just some side effect from the alcohol.

"What? Just having noticed I'm not a ghost?", you replied sarcastically.

"You...you're really here...", he whispered slowly out, staring with not believing eyes at you.

"I live here. Of course I would come back.", you answered, attempting to remove the hand on your face. But you didn't even get the chance to do so because in the next moment you were suddenly pulled towards him who was shooting up, managing just in time to soften your crash in his chest by using your quirk, not wanting to hurt him. But from the way he nearly crushed you and your wings afterwards you guessed he wouldn't have cared if he would have gotten hurt by you.

No, he seemed to be too overwhelmed by his emotions to really care for anything besides you in his arms, sobs vibrating through his chest and you wondered just how much the alcohol was influencing his current behavior.

"Ya...Stay with me. Don't leave my side anymore. Don't go anywhere again without me knowing."

You gave him a shocked look when hearing him sounding like he was begging you, not ordering you or yelling at you. He was pleading. You had never really seen him in such a miserable position. It was quite hard to stay neutral right now with him clinging on to you so tightly like he was afraid you would fly away again if he would let you go.

"I apologize. I apologize for whatever I did to upset you. I won't do it again and if I do, I want you to slap me again so I come back to my senses. But I beg you, don't disappear without a trace like this again. I was so empty without you here. Don't scare me like this again. Promise me you won't and take that stupid ring back."

He roamed in his pocket a bit before pulling the shiny little thing out, holding it so you could see the ring. He was holding it so you could take it back and put it on your ring finger where it belonged. And you...hesitated for a bit, wanting to discuss this with him when he was not completely drunk anymore.

Katsuki sensed your doubt, feeding his anxiety and leading him to only tightening his grip to the extent where he was on the borderline of hurting you with it.

"Please!"

#yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 24th feb 2021 | part 2

pairing : bakugou x fem!reader [separate]

genre : fluff, angst

warnings : season 4 spoilers, near death, blood, violence

themes : mutual pining, bestfriends to lovers, insecurity

request : heyy can you do a todoroki and bakugo, bestfriends to lovers troupe ? fem reader please >:)) feel free to decline or anything !!

note : i’ll do part 2 with todoroki !!

quirk : telekinesis, you get lightheaded when you use too much and your nose bleeds

[ bakugou ]

> as soon as you joined UA he knew he didn’t hate you as much as everyone else

> your relationship consisted of you being bestfriends for months and months and i think the only way you admitted your feelings is in a near death situation

> like bakugou thinks he might lose you or if he’s already been close to losing you so he just tells you

> he knows he’ll regret it if something happened even if he didn’t want to think about it

> you gaming together is funny as fuck, bakugous yelling curse words and you’re either laughing uncontrollably or yelling as well

> you both like playing against others rather than 1v1s since you work better together

> partners in crime

> you bet you have a survival world together and a creative world

> before you started dating you always played with his hair

> like he’s just sat down on the sofa either watching something or on his phone and you stand behind the sofa and put a hand in his hair scratching a little

> he knows it’s you because he heard you walk over and the way you play with it

> the first time you did it man dId not understand he was like ‘the fuck are you doing’

> but the more you did it the more he relaxed into it and let you

> the more time went on the more you realised your feelings for him but you knew that if you told him things would never be the same

> you were certain he doesn’t like you back clown

> so you just kept it to yourself

> idk how you didn’t notice him staring at you whenever he has the chance but other people did

-> scenario

> ‘bakubro are you an y/n dating?’

> ‘NO? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT’

> as much as you didn’t want to admit it, that kinda hurt you, it felt like he was saying ‘why the fuck would i date her’ which is not what he was saying

> but 💆‍♂️overthinking😫

> you avoid him for a little bit because you don’t really want to act off with him if that makes sense? like you avoided him because you knew you would act weird

> you just made up excuses like homework or hanging out with mina

> the first one he knows is bullshit since you always do homework together

> he wants to talk to you about it but you aren’t in the dorms the next day and he noticed kirishima and midoriya not there either

> ‘oi losers where the fuck is everyone’

> ‘i was looking for y/n earlier, asui and ururaka aren’t here either’

> ‘and why were you looking for y/n icyhot?’

> ‘she asked if she could study with us but midoriya isn't here either’

> he scoffed, a tiny bit hurt but he would never admit that, he was about to leave you a message until someone turned the tv on

> ‘nighteye is injured! two students from UA are holding back the villain, H/N and deku’

> he turned around at your name and panicked watching you fight overhaul, you were overusing your quirk a lot, you had blood on the back of your sleeve from wiping the blood from your nose

> you flew up once more and finally slammed overhaul into the ground with the help of midoriya, just as bakugou thought everything was okay the ground rumbled and the force flung you into a nearby building

> his heart dropped hearing the deafening crack of your body hitting the building

> without a second thought he ran out of the dorms and blasted his way to the scene, he was angry at you for being so reckless

> when he got there the ambulances hadn’t got there and he looked around before spotting you limping towards eri and midoriya

> eri wasn’t in control and he could hear midoriya in pain but you were way too close for him to stop you

> he tried running over to you but aizawa stopped him telling him to get him to eri to stop her quirk

> he listened since he had no other way of helping you

> ‘y/n i have no idea what’ll happen to you if you touch eri!!’ midoriya yelled to you over the electric noises of the quirk

> he was clearly in pain and if your theory is right then not only will your wounds go away but you’ll be sharing the pain with midoriya so he won’t feel it as much

> you ignored him and touched her levitating to the air next to midoriya and yelled out in pain as your wounds disappeared

> after a couple seconds of the pain it went away and you all dropped to the floor groaning

> ‘DUMBASS!!’ you looked up to see bakugou standing over you with his arm extended

> you grabbed his hand and squeaked as he pulled you into a hug

> you sighed into the hug placing your arms around his neck and your head in his neck, after a couple seconds you heard a cough from someone and pulled away laughing at the blush evident on his face

> bakugou wasn’t allowed to come with you guys to the hospital so he got dropped off at the dorms

> while you guys were getting checked on for injuries bakugou knew he needed to tell you how he felt

> the feeling of never being able to talk to you again fucking terrified him

> you guys got back from the hospital pretty late since it took a while to fill out all the paperwork

> you opened the doors to everyone yelling at you guys for not telling them

> your eyes scanned the room for the blonde until you felt a hand pull you from the crowd

> you faced the angry boy, your eyes lit up seeing him

> ‘hey’ you smiled at him as he glared at you

> ‘what were you fuckin thinking’

> ‘i chose to go, our agencies teamed up for this i couldn’t tell anyone and i’m sorry, it’s okay i would’ve been fine’

> ‘you didn’t fucking know that, imagine if something happened i can’t- i just-’ you wanted to make the first move you really did but if he doesn’t like you back then it could ruin so much

> so instead you smiled understandingly ‘i know’ you turned to go back to talk to everyone

> before you could he cupped your face and brought his forehead to yours ‘today.. scared me, losing you scared me and i mean that’ he had his eyes closed

> you knew how hard it was for him to say this

> ‘i was thinking about you the whole time’

> he smiled but you couldn’t see and hummed

> you nudged his nose with your own and brought your lips to his, his hands automatically fit around your waist and you both sighed relaxing into the kiss

> you both pulled away and you said ‘i’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long’

> humming in agreement he nuzzled his nose into your neck breathing in your scent

> you’ll always feel safe around eachother even if it took this long it will always be worth it

A/N :

there are tears in my eyes, hmmm therapy sounds good right about now

taglist : @todoroki-shoto-is-life @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Big Secret

Pairing: Kirishima x reader, but also . . . pining!Bakugou

Warnings: Mentions of/implied sex, but nothing actually graphically happening. Gay/Bi/Poly fun stuffs. Bakugou doesn’t like the color pink. Also language from YoU kNoW wHo

Author’s Note:

*sips tea*

So.

Technically, no one asked for this, but I wanted to write it anyway. Then someone requested a sequel, so I made this prequel first (because I had a clearer idea, nothing against them). It doesn’t matter if you read Little Secret or Big Secret first, so do whatever if you’re new.

Little Secret did surprisingly well, so I was more than happy to jump back into the mini AU. This takes place about a month before the events of Little Secret. I could not pick whether this is angst or crack, so I made it both. Both is good.

This is my first crack at angst (haha, see what I did there? I’m so smart and funny). If it’s bad, then it’s kind of just practice for me. If it’s good and you decide you like it . . . hooray! I did something right for once.

Anyway, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

-Sugar

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Bakugou stood in front of your door, scowling as usual.

Ever since you and Kirishima had started dating, it felt like the red-haired hard boy was impossible to be reached, constantly spending all his time with you. Bakugou had expected as much when the two of you had announced to him that you were a couple, but this was starting to get ridiculous. He was starting to feel a little too left out, getting angry at how much he found himself missing your presences as you had once hung out interchangeably in all three of your rooms. But that was before, when you were all just friends.

Just friends.

Bakugou shook his head before rapping impatiently at your door. "Oi, (N/N), have you seen Kirishima?"

"I'm in here."

Katsuki immediately recognized the sound of the redhead's voice on the other side of your door, causing him to frown. Of course. Just as he'd anticipated.

"It's open," you called.

And you were in there too. Gods, he hoped he didn't just catch you two doing something disgusting, like kissing or worse. He was almost to the point of praying that the two of you were at least decently clothed when he opened the door.

What he most certainly didn't expect was the sight before him, immediately smacking him in the face the moment he walked in.

Kirishima had just gotten up from laying belly down on the floor, clad only in a pair of loose black sweatpants, defined muscles clearly out for anyone to see. You were right next to him, sitting in your cute pajamas. Bakugou had tried telling you off for copying him by wearing that black tank top like he did, but you had insisted that it had been as much your idea as it had been his. His gaze wandered to your bare legs, accentuated by a pair of short (F/C) shorts.

The most shocking thing however, was the fact that both your faces were slathered in some sort of mint-green paste, hair tied up and pushed back with fuzzy animal-themed headbands.

"Need something, Bakubro?" Kirishima asked, yanking him out of his thoughts before he could get too far down a rabbit hole that would be painfully embarrassing to climb himself back out of.

"You have my notes. I need them."

It was true, Kirishima had asked to borrow Katsuki's lesson notes, like he always did at the end of the week. Upon finding the boy absent from his room, Bakugou could have easily let himself in and taken them off his desk, right where they always were. But for some reason, he'd been driven to go out and find the redhead. He didn't know why. Maybe it was to torture himself. He never knew why he even still bothered being around you two.

There was a new feeling ever since you'd become official; a sickness churning in the pit of Katsuki's stomach. Oddly, he vaguely recognized it from when that damned Deku would constantly show him up, but this one was always much stronger, somehow even more painful.

Why did he wince every time you went to grab Eijirou's hand? Why did he find himself with the urge to go be sick when he'd first seen Eijirou lean over to give you a peck on the cheek? It had been because it was gross couple stuff, right? Bakugou wasn't here for all that nasty touchy-feely stuff. He'd seen his parents do it, and it disgusted him. And now his best friends were doing it with each other; sometimes right in front of him, sometimes when you thought he couldn't see.

But he saw, and he knew. He'd heard you, late that night after training. Heard the two of you noisily entering Kirishima's room, clicking the lock on the door as you'd stumbled to the opposite wall. He'd listened to everything: the telltale sounds of skin meeting skin and coming together. He'd heard both your sweet, pretty voices, desperately trying to keep quiet as foreign waves of feelings coursed through your bodies on the other side of the wall. The thin wall, where every sound was as plain as if the barrier hadn't been there at all.

He should have stopped himself then. He should have given up all hope, closed down all his feelings. He'd laid awake the whole night, thinking about how his two best friends were now seeing each other in this way. You were third years, and having relationships within the class was to be expected. But his best friends? Together? And now it was just him. The sideliner. The outcast. The third wheel. Alone.

He'd been forced to listen. It hadn't been his choice. It was even less his choice when the two of you had approached him the next day, listening one last torturous time to you as Kirishima sheepishly explained that the two of you had become an item. Bakugou pretended like he didn't already know.

He should have stopped hanging out with you, distancing himself as the two of you grew closer. But this had all happened almost four months ago, and he hadn't been able to force himself away from either of you. He couldn't tell if he resented you both or genuinely enjoyed your company.

What did it matter? It was only his stupid emotions, stupid feelings bleeding through his enforced walls. He had other things to focus on, better things. Like being a hero. Training to be at the top of the class, climbing ever higher to surpass All Might and be the number one hero. That was his goal. That was his purpose. It had nothing to do with his idiot, overly supportive best friends—if he could even call you that anymore.

"Your notes?" Eijirou's voice questioned.

"Yeah," Bakugou said. "Where are they?"

"My desk," Eijirou said. "Like always. My door should be open, you could have just taken them."

Bakugou scowled. "Oh," was all he said.

"Hey, we're having a spa night," you piped up.

"I noticed," Bakugou deadpanned.

"Ooh, you should totally join us, Bakubro!" Kirishima's green-caked face slipped into a grin with ease, flashing his ridiculously cute sharp teeth.

"Yeah!" It was your turn to beam, face lighting up in your smile. "Spa night for three!"

Just the three of you. That sounded wonderful. And also absolutely terrible.

Bakugou scoffed. "You're not going to get me to do your childish nonsense. I need to go study. And then sleep."

"The gren-nerd returns," you said, rolling your eyes. "Come on, Blasty, there is such a thing as too much sleep."

"Yeah," Kirishima agreed. "Besides, it's a Friday night. You have all weekend to do whatever. Have some fun with us and lighten up for a change!"

Katsuki glared at you, hovering inside the door frame. You smirked and began pumping your fists in front of you, maintaining eye contact with him.

"Spa night, spa night, spa night—" Your voice took on a low, stage whispered chant, and soon Kirishima joined in next to you.

"Spa night! Spa night! Spa night—!"

"Fucking dammit," Bakugou finally said, slamming the door shut behind him and stomping over to where you were sitting in the middle of your floor. He hurled himself down into a sitting position, trying to make every possible inch of his body language convey that he didn't want to be here. "You're just a pair of idiots and losers."

"I refuse to be cast down by your simplistic labels and insults," you said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. "Gimme your face. Now."

Bakugou jerked his head back from you, even though you technically hadn't even reached for him yet. "What are you going to do?" he asked suspiciously.

"We must start with the face mask. Eiji, go get him a headband."

"A what?! I am not—"

"Yes, you are," you said firmly. "Unless you want to go take another shower to get it all out of your hairline, because, trust me, it gets everywhere."

Kirishima came back and flopped back down beside you, handing over a fuzzy, pink and white fabric headband with small bear ears stitched onto the side. Bakugou looked from it to the ones you were wearing. You donned a sparkly pink unicorn themed one, decorated with a horn, ears and a fluffy puff of a mane. Kirishima wore one that was very similar to the headband you were now holding, except his was black and white, clearly panda themed.

Katsuki pointed at Eijirou's head. "I want his."

The redhead blinked. "What?"

"Yours is cooler and not pink. I want that one."

You sighed. "Katsuki, it doesn't matter."

"I'm not wearing pink!"

"What's wrong with pink?" Eijirou asked.

"It's too girly!"

"Hey, pink can be a manly color," Kirishima argued. You nodded your head in agreement.

"Then why aren't you wearing it?" Bakugou shot back.

Eijirou blinked. "I, uh—um—"

"See, you don't want to wear it either!"

"That's not—!"

Bakugou lunged towards Kirishima, grabbing at the item keeping his red bangs pushed off his forehead.

"AAH—hey! It's gonna smear—!"

The boys took a moment to scuffle, Eijirou desperately trying to hold back Katsuki's arms as they grabbed at him. You took a moment to look into an invisible camera like you were on The Office, heaving a sigh.

"Alright, that's enough." You pulled Katsuki off your boyfriend by the back of his shirt collar, shoving the pink headband into his hand. "You can either wear the headband, or you can let it get in your hair. Eijirou was here first, so that one's his. Got it?"

Bakugou donned his 'I just bit into a lemon' face, spitting out a "tch" before reluctantly putting it on his head, pulling it up so his forehead was on display.

You noticed the ears were a bit off kilter, leaning a little too far to the left. It set off a tic in your face, making you reach over and straighten it out. You couldn't help but notice how Bakugou froze when your hands and face came nearer to his own, breaths stuttering and slowing to a stop. You sheepishly finished adjusting it, sitting back when you were satisfied.

In all honesty, you'd tried to ignore Bakugou's shift in behavior around you. He was as abrasive and irritable as ever, but there was something in the way you'd noticed him looking at Kirishima. You'd gotten briefly jealous until you realized he often acted the same around you. You told yourself to pay no heed to it, and now certainly wasn't the time to be sorting out and guessing at the feelings of your emotionally closed-off best friend.

"If either one of you takes my picture like this," Bakugou said. "I'm gonna fucking kill the both of you."

"Sure."

You glanced over and made eye contact with Eijirou. One of you had to do just that without him noticing by the end of the night. He was simply too cute not to; the pink matching his ash blond hair just right.

You tore your gaze away from Katsuki. I have a boyfriend right here, who I love very very much, you reminded yourself.

That much was true. Maybe you weren't allowed to order off the menu anymore, but it couldn't hurt to take another glance.

"Alright," you announced. "I'm getting the face mask back out." You got up and walked to your felt storage container of toiletries, grabbing the same green tube and package of face wipes you'd used only minutes prior.

"So why the fuck do you have three of these?" Bakugou asked, referring to his newly acquired pink ears.

"Sleepovers, duh. Also there was a sale and they're really cute and cheap, so there."

Bakugou let out another tch as you sat back down in front of him. You pulled out a wipe and began to work at his face, removing any oils that might have gotten on there throughout the day.

"Relax your face," you ordered, and Bakugou surprisingly complied. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep doing that. You know, the whole frowny thing."

"You sound like my mother, dumbass," he commented, keeping his lips turned down in a frown.

"Well, your mother is right."

"Feh."

You ignored his dismissive noise. "You have really nice skin, you know," you commented, moving back to your seated position and tossing the wipe in the general direction of your trash bin. "Do you have a routine? I found out today that Eijirou doesn't so that's what got us started."

The redhead shrugged behind you, having taken out his phone while you tended to Bakugou.

"Um, I wash it sometimes," Bakugou admitted. "My mom said something about how our sweat helps keep it clear, but she still sends me stuff every now and then."

"Neat." You sighed. "Wish my sweat actually helped my skin. Other than, you know, keeping it cool and whatever."

You took the tube from the floor next to you, popping the cap open and squeezing some onto your fingers.

"What is that stuff?"

"Avocado oatmeal clay mask," you said, glancing at the label. "Purifying."

"Huh."

You leaned forward again on your knees in front of him, beginning to spread the green paste over his cheeks and forehead like you'd done to Kirishima.

"I'm not a baby, you know," he protested. "I can do it myself."

"Oh, come on," you countered. "It's fun having your friends take care of you. Just let me do this."

Bakugou sighed through his nose. He had to admit, there was a teeny tiny part of him that liked how close you were, the way your fingers glided over his cheeks and forehead.

But you had a boyfriend. A very sweet, loving, cheerful boyfriend. He was yours and you were his, and Bakugou was . . . unavailable. He'd stay yours and Kirishima's friend, and he'd just have to accept it.

You finished fixing up his face, going back to your criss-crossed sitting position and wiping your fingers off with a tissue.

"Now what?" Bakugou asked.

"We can wash it off in about ten minutes, we just have to wait for it to dry."

Bakugou sat back, assessing the sensation of the mask on his face. It was cold and sticky, but he had to admit it smelled good. He'd never done anything like this before, and the tiniest part of him actually didn't hate it.

You started talking about a meme you'd seen on Instagram, and you laughed with Kirishima. You both were cute in your face masks and headbands. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but maybe Katsuki would be willing to sit through something like this again if it meant seeing you both like this.

You sat back and seemed to go into thought for a moment, as if trying to decide what to do next. "Eijirou, let me see your nails." He presented them to you, his face questioning. You studied his cuticles, clicking your tongue. "Imma get you some nail oil. We could probably all use some."

You got up again and grabbed the little bottle, twisting off the cap and beginning to brush the liquid onto your boyfriend's nails.

"What does that do, exactly?" he asked, watching you concentrate.

"Strengthens your nails," you explained. "Keeps them hydrated so they won't crack and break off so easily."

"Look at that Bakugou!" Kirishima proudly proclaimed. "I’m gonna have strong, manly nails!"

You giggled, beginning to blow on them so the solution would soak in and dry faster.

"Babe, I just realized something," Kirishima said.

"Yeah?"

"We look like Shrek."

You looked up at him, his face caked in the solid green mask, then turned your gaze to Bakugou. "You know, I wasn't going to say anything, but, yeah, we totally do."

You both started cracking up again, and Eijirou laid down on the floor as he laughed. He had the sweetest laugh, the absolute best. You provided hefty competition, however; your slightly higher voice adding to your own pretty sound.

"No hate on my mans Shrek, though," Kirishima said, sitting back up as his audible joy died down a bit.

"Shrek is love, Shrek is life," you said, nodding your head solemnly.

"I thought I was love. For you." Kirishima's expression changed to puppy eyes, pretending to be more hurt than he was.

"Uh, yes. But I've known Shrek longer than you, so he represents life."

"What the fuck, guys."

You both ignored Bakugou's comment, proceeding to bicker.

"But he doesn't love you like I do," Kirishima argued.

"He's shrekxy."

"I—" Kirishima blinked, shaking his head a little in bewilderment.

"Fite me, it's a scientific fact."

Instead, Kirishima turned his gaze to the blond, who was watching the full affair with barely concealed intrigue. "Bakubro, I'm getting jealous of a fictional 2-D green swamp ogre. I think my girlfriend is going to leave me for him."

"Actually he's 3-D," you corrected.

"See?" Kirishima exaggeratedly gestured at you in mock offense. "She doesn't appreciate me anymore for who I am. I'm going to rebound to you, Katsu."

Bakugou stiffened at the proposal. He knew it was just a joke, but now he couldn't get the thought out of his head of actually being with Kirishima. Allowing his hand to grasp his. Placing a kiss on the boy's cheek. Waking up next to him in the morning. Was that his problem? He wanted what you had with Shitty Hair? Or did he want what Kirishima had with you?

"Like I'd ever date you!" Bakugou finally spat, after maybe a bit too long of a pause. "You're a dumbass idiot, just like your girlfriend. You two are perfect for each other!"

Both you and Kirishima blinked at Katsuki's outburst, turning to make eye contact.

"Thank . . . you?" you said, unsure if you should take it as a compliment.

You were both used to Bakugou being brash and loud, often yelling insults he probably didn't mean. But this was a bit unusual, even for him.

What is going on with you, Katsuki?

You sat back and made a little "pthbb" sound with your lips, taking the cuticle oil and starting to apply it to your own nails.

"So when are you going to go back to rubbing my back?" Eijirou asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Or is that only for Shrek?"

You snorted. "I love you, Eiji. I'd give you a kiss on the cheek to prove it, but you've got some artificial avocado there."

Bakugou's frown shifted a bit. At least the masks were good for one more thing.

"Where?" Eijirou teased, feeling at his face as though it wasn't slathered in a thick layer of green paste.

"Ha ha," you said dryly. "I'll go back to personal masseuse-ing after we wash these off."

"When's that?"

You leaned over and tapped at Bakugou's face, finding his still a little moist. "Five minutes," you wagered.

Eijirou started a conversation about training, lightheartedly arguing with Bakugou over one of his techniques.

You watched the nuances of how the two interacted. They'd been friends for so long, they just sort of flowed together and bounced off each other perfectly. Kirishima was clearly more physical, wrapping an arm around Bakugou's shoulders or touching him on his arm or his back. Bakugou never yelled about this like he would with probably anyone else, instead choosing to silently glower while Eijirou finished his thought.

Finally it was time for the masks to be washed off, the three of you crowding around the sink in your cramped bathroom. Eijirou helped you wipe yours away first with some damp paper towels, delighting in being so close to you and your beautiful face. Bakugou opted to simply wash his own off in the sink, splashing cold water over his cheeks. He watched the little green flakes and chunks swirl down into the drain, some of them catching stubbornly on the porcelain surface.

He straightened and looked at his newly washed face in the mirror. He didn't look or feel any different, sans the fuzzy pink bear ears that still wrapped around his forehead. Bakugou tugged them off, stepping away from the sink so Kirishima could take his own turn in washing.

The blond watched the both of you finish up, Eijirou rubbing gently at his face while you patted toner into yours. There was something so mundane about it, even in your tight closet of a toilet space. He liked the little smile you took on as you gently slapped liquid onto your cheeks, and how Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut and gave little shakes of his head to escape from the rivulets of water streaming over his features.

Kirishima stood back up, taking a look at himself in the mirror much like Bakugou had done moments before. "Wait a minute—I still have acne!" He leaned in and closer examined a small cluster of raised bumps.

"Of course you do, ya goof," you said, snickering and setting down your bottle of toner. "It's just a clay mask. If you want magic, use calamine lotion overnight. That should do the trick."

"Why didn't we do that instead?"

"Because these are more fun. And a lot shorter."

Eijirou shrugged and pulled his own headband off, soft red bangs falling over his eyes. Katsuki took a second to admire it. What would it feel like under his fingertips? He wondered for a brief moment how soft it truly was before he ripped his eyes away again. No. No. NO.

"So are you going to rub my back again?" Eijirou asked, puppy-dog eyes shining at you hopefully.

"Maybe later," you said, sliding your headband over your head and undoing your hair. "Right now it's Katsuki's turn. And mine, if it's not too much trouble."

Kirishima sighed tragically, slumping forward. You grinned and went up behind him, rolling the pads of your thumbs into his shoulder blades. He tilted his head back, sighing and closing his eyes at the feeling.

"Babyyy," he said, drawing out the last syllable. "Don't tease me like that."

You giggled and kissed his shoulder. "I'll get back to you soon enough, just be patient."

Bakugou watched the two of you yet again. He had a strange feeling like this was more complicated for him than it should be. Why couldn't he just pick one of you to hate more than the other and move on? Why couldn't he decide which one of you he would rather be in your situation?

"Yo, Katsu," you said to him, bringing him out of his own head. "Get over here." You had sat yourself back down on the floor in the middle of your room, and Kirishima was stationed behind you.

Bakugou walked over and flopped down in front of you, unsure of what to expect.

"Lay down perpendicular to me," you said, tapping his shoulder.

"What? Why?"

"You'll relax more. Do it."

The blond grumbled a bit more before turning himself and laying down on his stomach. "Happy, dumbass?"

"Indeed." You began to work at his shoulders through the barrier of his shirt. Behind you, your boyfriend did the same, running his large hands over the muscles on your back. "How often do you get this done?" you asked the boy under you.

"What? A massage?" Bakugou was really trying to ignore how good your fingers felt on him, pushing and applying pressure in places he didn't even know he needed.

"Yeah."

"Never," he admitted.

"Wait, what?" Eijirou said from behind you.

"Yeah, how?" you asked, stilling your hands. Bakugou resisted the temptation to squirm under you to get you to resume what you had been doing. "That can't be good what with all the training you do."

"I have those foam rollers," he said. "They work just fine."

"Aw, come on," Kirishima said. Bakugou was glad his face was more or less planted on the floor so he wouldn't have to look up at him. "It feels so much better when you have someone else do it for you."

"Tch."

"Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki," you tsked, going back to your motions on him.

The blond quietly sighed through his nose, allowing himself for a moment to sink into the feeling of your fingers dancing over his muscles. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, it felt really nice. He was surprised at how skilled you were, alternating between your thumbs and your knuckles to provide the most pressure, working out tension as you went along. Your hands, which were so small compared to his and his friend's.

Maybe he was starting to like this a little too much.

You and Eijirou had picked up another conversation about nothing. Bakugou was more than content to zone in and out of it, picking up on your even voices. He listened to the little breathy sighs you'd let escape as the redhead pushed into your back much like you were doing to Katsuki. They were almost too cute, and the more he was left in his own mind, the less comfortable he became.

He began to shuffle under you, a part of him wanting to get up and leave, another willing himself to stay.

"You comfortable, Bakugou?" you asked him. "Want a pillow or something?"

The way you'd said his family name; Bakugou. He was an outsider. He shouldn't be here. He pushed himself up from the floor and out from under your hands.

"Woah," Kirishima said. "Where you going, man?"

"I need to leave." Bakugou rammed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and turned to your door.

"Wait, are you okay?" you asked, moving to get up too. "Did I do something wrong?"

Bakugou ignored you, adjusting his black t-shirt as he flung your door open and shut behind him.

You slumped back into Eijirou in defeat. "What is going on with him?" you lamented, eyes glued to the closed door.

Your boyfriend rested his chin on the top of your head, pondering as you pressed into him. "I have no idea. He's been acting weird for a while . . . . Could it be something going on at home?"

Your eyebrows scrunched a bit in thought. "I don't know about that. Do you think it could be us?"

Kiri shifted himself so he could lean in and look at your face inquisitively. "What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. "It's just that . . . you and I are together and he's . . . alone. I mean, we're still friends, but he might feel . . . left out."

"Ohhh." Kirishima sat back again, pulling you further into his chest. "What should we do?"

You sighed, curling up against his bare skin. "I don't know."

...

Bakugou sat, finally alone in his room. What was happening? What was going on? What was wrong with him?

He hated this, these new feelings. The jealousy he felt whenever you and Kirishima were close and he was left to the side. He wanted to join you, feeling your arms wrapped around him and Eijirou's kiss on his cheek.

But he would never be able to.

Surely, you both would hate him if he said anything. You'd think he was just being sad and greedy, maybe even a creep. It would completely destroy your relationship with him, and he'd lose the two best friends he'd ever had.

Katsuki's bed dipped beneath him as he sat down onto it, placing his head in his hands. Infinite loops of yes and no spiraled forever around in his brain, willing him to just do something.

But he couldn't. There was nothing he could do. He'd have to choose either parting ways with you both or just feeling this way . . . forever, keeping it to himself. He was tired of it already. He wanted the feelings to go away. He wanted to stop hurting like this and being so confused. His rational mind told him to just turn and leave. It made sense. He'd be able to focus fully on his ambitions and become the best hero ever. And yet a tiny, stubborn little part of him knew, just knew that he wouldn't be able to go. There was something between the three of you, and even the tsundere-lord Bakugou Katsuki couldn't ignore it.

He laid back on his bed, closing his eyes. In the dark, he listened. But this time there was no sound. His mind wouldn't rest however, racing and screaming and hurting. It would be hard, but Bakugou would have to do it.

This would all just have to be his big secret.

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[Little Secret]

[Disclosed]

Author’s Note:

No happy ending?? Well guess what, this is a three-parter. The epilogue/sequel/part three will be purely Kiribaku(+you) fluff, so get ready for that. I know I am!! Also remember Little Secret exists. CUDDLES!! and TICKLES!! YES!

Thanks for reading,

-Sugar

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BakuDeku caught in the rain/ Stuck at a party together

The ceilings were tall. The walls, cement grey. Izuku Midoriya stepped into the school expecting fireballs, giants and typhoons. Instead, he found hall monitors, water fountains and a cafeteria that constantly smelled like old ponzu. 1A is the last classroom on the left. His seat, in front of his worst nightmare. Katsuki Bakugou sat halfway down the last row pushed up against the window. He scowled as Deku walked to his seat and took his place. Professor Aizawa barely registered your discomfort as he began roll call.

“Mina Ashido?”

“Here!”

“Izuku Midoriya?”

“Here.”

Aizawa checked off Izuku’s name before moving on, leaving Deku completely bewildered in his seat. The day rolled on. The afternoon sun set. And Izuku was left, sweating bullets as he felt Katsuki’s glare not but two feet behind him.

~~~~

A week went by and the rain came down hard. Musutafu is taken over by grey clouds and a heavy mist. Bakugou had just finished driving Kaminari back to his apartment complex. The roads were plagued by red lights as he cruised through the city. Pellets of rain hit his windshield, sounding off like bullets in the afternoon. Suddenly, out of his side view mirror, he paused. Izuku Midoriya was walking alone on the sidewalk. He shuffled awkwardly, holding a drenched hoodie over his head. The rain had all but soaked through his jacket and shirt. Bakugou glanced back at his own back seat, where a pair of gym clothes sat, high and dry. Sighing to himself, Bakugou pulled over.

“Hey, Deku!”

The green haired boy stopped in his place. Not only was he surprised to see Bakugou, he was surprised to see him pulled over in his own car, waiting with the passenger door wide open.

“Come on, it’s a long way home.”

Deku looked back at the street. Not only was it unusual for Bakugou to do a favor, it was highly unusual for him to do a favor for him, his least favorite classmate. Reluctantly, Deku looked back out at the sky. All it took was one clap of thunder for him to make up his mind.

“Thanks.” Deku mutters.

“Hold on, hold on.” scolded Bakugou, “Don’t get the seat all fucked up. Here-”

He passed the boy his gym clothes.

“Something dry.”

Deku looked at the clothes, skeptical at first.

“A-are you sure, Kacchan?”

Bakugou glared at him, as if he regretted that he even asked.

Deku took the clothes gratefully and pulled his own shirt over his head. For just a moment, Bakugou paused. The rain glazed over Midoriya’s pale skin, painting his gym shorts onto his thin hips. Katsuki averted his gaze to the rolling side streets as Misoriya peeled off the rest and changed into Katsuki’s gym shorts. Midoriya piled his things into his backpack and replied with a hushed, “Thank you.”

Bakugou pulled over at a shabby apartment complex and threw the car into park.

“Whatever, nerd. Don’t forget your bag.”

Deku grabbed his backpack and slipped out of the car. Bakugou couldn’t help but watch as he disappeared down the narrow side street. Visions of Midoriya’s V-line were stitched into the back of his mind. Peeling out of a three-point turn, Bakugou returned to his own apartment and hastily slipped by his parents on his way to his bedroom.

~~~~

The days passed and the weather lightened up. All-Might had shown up at UA to teach a specialty lesson in targeting an enemy’s defenses. Bakugou perked up at the sound of being able to use full force on his fellow classmates. Others trembled at the sight of his convictions. Ground Zero turned out to be a giant vacant lot full of empty buildings, steel factories and gutted mills. Bakugou delighted in his classmates' terror as All Might paired each of them against one another. Then Bakguou heard it.

“Tenya Iida and Katsuki Bakugou versus Ochako Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya.”

Not only is he stuck with that pencil pushing Iida, he was forced to face Deku again in a head to head match. The buzzer counted down as he stretched into positon. Across the way, Izuku Midoriya was stretching, too.

What is that quirkless loser up to? Thought Bakugou, He should be writing his will, not looking to start a fight.

The buzzer sounded off and Bakugou immediately took off from Iida.

“Bakugou!” threatened Iida, “The nuclear weapon needs to be defended from two angles!”

Ignoring his teammates' warnings, Bakugou took off for the bowels of the abandoned factory.

“Do what you want, nerd!” he scolds, “I’m no coward, villain or not!”

Bakugou powered up and headed off, shooting flames from both arms as he traversed forward. From half a mile down the hall, Izuku can hear his enemy heading towards him.

“Uraraka!” he called out, “Can you handle Iida?”

His teammate nodded, leaving Deku alone in the towering hallway. The shadows were long and grim. The echoes, thunderous and threatening. Deku stood alone, watching the flames flick against the aluminum vents. Suddenly, an explosion blew down an entire empty vat. In the gaping wall, stood Katsuki Bakugou.

“Kacchan!” remarked Deku, noting his enemy’s reluctance to keep the building together.

“There you are!” cried Bakugou, “You damn nerd!”

Bakugou aimed one fist at Deku before Deku used his calves to launch off the wall. Bakugou aimed behind him just as Deku leapt backwards. Blow after blow, they exchanged attacks, until half of the building was left charred and dented.

“Stop running away!” scolded Bakugou, “Coward!”

Deku paused to study his opponent’s attacks. Watching Bakugou’s arm movements, he carefully calculated the arc of his enemy’s next blast. Deku jumped back and used the wall to reflect the explosion. Boom! The ash and smoke flew into Bakugou’s face. Now, even angrier than before, Bakugou leaped towards Deku’s last position. He can’t help but notice the smaller boy’s flexing arms, the bead of sweat that dripped down his temple, and his hair dampening on his side. The blood pumped through his veins quickly pumped into his cock as he felt a twitch below the belt.

“Damn you, Deku!”

Bakugou turned to watch Deku studying his moves. He couldn’t dodge if he didn’t have time to study. So, Bakugou pinned Deku down by the elbows, his knees resting on his forearms. Deku yelped as Bakugou landed on his chest. Suddenly, both boys stopped. Bakugou’s hard cock protruded from his UA uniform, pressing firmly against Deku’s abs. The smaller boy’s face went red, unable to move against his opponent’s strong grip. Embarrassed, Bakugou pulled back, just long enough for Deku to collect himself. The boys looked at one another for just a moment, before the rabbit-themed hero bounded down the hallway towards his fellow classmate. Bakugou let out an exhausted breath. He listened to his opponent’s echo bound down the hallway.

“Fuck.” he muttered.

Maybe, he thought to himself, Maybe, he hadn’t noticed.

~~~

The autumn air was cold but crisp. Bakugou was utterly embarrassed by his performance last week. Having lost not just to his former childhood friend Deku, but one of his biggest rival. Bakugou breathed angrily in the chilly air. It came out as hot huffs as he placed his backpack by the track and got ready to stretch. The dew coated the unmowed grass. Loose pebbles kicked up as he jogged in place.

“Alright.” he muttered to himself.

He was already ready to forget about last week’s incident.

Suddenly, across the track, he spotted a familiar swathe of dark green hair. That damn nerd Izuku Midoirya was finishing a lap around the bright red lane. Katsuki cursed to himself as he watched the other boy’s thighs flex with every step. Spotting Katsuki across the track, Izuku said nothing. He passed him without so much as a glance. Whether it was obvious he was thinking of the Ground Zero incident or not, Bakugou couldn’t tell. Regardless, he wasn’t about to forfeit this valuable training time because of some goddamn twink.

Stretching out his quads, Bakugou got into position. He knelt down and grazed the astroturf with his fingertips, before taking off into the mist. The cold hair raised the hair on his forearms.

Bakugou heaved and huffed as he finished his two mile lap. Izuku was still ahead of him, jogging at a leisurely pace, seemingly paying no attention to the boy.

Bakugou despised it. Why hadn’t he even shown so much as a combative attitude? After all, the other boy had practically sexually assaulted him in front of his other class.

Instead, Deku paused to tie his shoes. Bakugou averted his eyes as the other boy bent over on the side of the track. Still, Kacchan couldn’t help but notice the other boy’s toned calves, the way his hair fell over his brows as he bent over, how unsuspecting he seemed to be, just waiting for him to come up behind him. Bakugou shook off his predatory instincts and finished his lap. This was no time to be staring up rivals at the track.

The clouds began to part and the morning sun began to burn through the overcast. Deku traded his track sneakers for a pair of his uniform shoes and headed towards main campus. Bakugou paused at the eight hundred meter mark and watched him leave.

Fuck. He thought to himself. He had a huge problem.

~~~~

The weather turned half way through the week. Bakugou arrived at the track on Wednesday ready to sweat when he spotted his childhood “friend” across the way. His green hair was fluffy and curled. His skin was pale and spotless, save that unsuspecting patch of freckles that glazed his puffy white cheeks. Bakugou swallowed a thick lump of nervous spit as he watched the boy stretch towards the side of the field. Astroturf stuck to the sides of his thighs as morning breeze blew his curls to the side of his face.

Stupid, Deku. Grunted Bakugou. Coming out at the exact time to train as I do, wearing gym shorts and a cheap grey t-shirt.

The shirt hugged the smaller boy’s thin limbs. Bakugou bit his tongue at how easy it would be to overpower him. Suddenly, Deku noticed Bakugou staring from afar. He jogged up towards him and the two trained side by side, if even for a moment.

“Hey.” called Deku.

Bakugou ignored him.

The two jogged side by side for an entire lap. Bakugou pretended to be focused on the track, watching the loose red pebbles kick up around their cleats. Deku rolled his eyes. Just over a week ago, the other boy had pinned him down, a pulsing boner pressed up against his chest. Izuku pulled up ahead of Bakugou and flashed an innocent smile.

“Just so you know, I’m gay, by the way.”

Bakugou’s face went bright red. He was inflamed by the mere accusation that he could even potentially be interested in the green haired boy. Eyes flaming scarlet, he growled, “Cool. I’m straight, so you can get out of my way now.”

Deku shrugged, “Alright, alright.”

He pulled off of the track and rested by the fence.

“I’ll see you at school.”

Deku picked up his bag and his water bottle, then turned back towards the classrooms. Bakugou refused to look up from the track as the other boy walked away.

His words echoed in the back of his mind.

Just so you know, I’m gay, by the way.

What was that supposed to mean? Bakugou wondered to himself, Even if he did swing that way, he could do a lot better than small, weak little Izuku Midoriya.

Bakugou kept his head down for the rest of his jog, cheeks inflamed by the green haired boy’s accusation.

~~~~

Autumn had turned into a cool early winter chill. The grass was coated in a light layer of frost. The last weeks of being able to run at the track were upon him. Bakugou rose and laced up his sneakers as usual, when he spotted an unwelcome spot of green hair already bounding down the track. Bakugou grumbled to himself as he parked in the student parking lot.

Izuku Midoriya was already half a mile into his morning jog. If he had noticed the blonde haired boy’s presence, he ignored it, happily bounding to the beats in his headphones as he swept up rubber pebbles. Bakugou pulled up his ankles to stretch his calves. He glared at Midoriya across the lanes, watching the way he leapt as he ran.

For a while, the two boys ignored each other, until Izuku paused by the track’s exit. He stood there, adjusting his headphones while the other boy finished his last lap.

Fuck. Thought Katsuki, What does he want now?

Katsuki couldn’t help eyeing him up as he stood there. His babyhairs held damp to the sides of his face. His cheeks were flushed from that morning’s run. He couldn’t help but picture him bent over that fence, hair pulled back as he cried out Kacchan’s name.

Fucking hell.

Katsuki pulled to the side one hundred meters early. He paced by the fence, as if there was an invisible barrier Midoriya couldn’t cross. Deku slipped down to the edge of the fence to drink from his water bottle. Kacchan watched as his adam’s apple bobbed, finishing off the bottle’s contents. The cool drips drizzled down his hand and onto his light grey T-shirt. Bakugou rested against the fence to breathe. Concerned, Deku approached his former childhood friend.

“Hey, Kacchan, everything okay?”

Bakugou eyed the exit and then Deku. His wide nose gave way to a spread of light brown freckles. He couldn’t bare how deep and concerned his eyes were. He just wanted to pinch those baby cheeks together and stuff his cock down his throat.

Izuku paused at the edge of the track and set down his bag.

“Yeah,” replied Kacchan, “I’m fine. Get going-”

“Okay, well it just looked like you ran out of breath or…”

The two boys paused. Deku didn’t understand why someone so intimidating was suddenly all choked up. Kacchan took one look at the boy and grabbed him by the T-shirt. Pulling in Izuku close he opened his lips with his own and licked the inside of the other boy’s mouth. Izuku froze up as his childhood bully held him close. He whimpered as Bakugou sucked on his lip, before he pulled back with a wet pop.

With a quick breath, Bakugou came to his senses. He dropped the other boy’s collar and wiped his mouth. Then, he picked up his gym bag and headed to the exit. Deku was left panting, confused, and with a dribble of spit dripping down his lip. He wiped his mouth on his forearm as he watched Bakugou walk away.

“What the hell was that?” Deku muttered to himself.

Bakugou slammed the door to his car and rested his head against the steering wheel. A fine mist of early morning rain began to fall. Grey droplets collected on the windshield, creating a mosaic of watery mazes.

Bakugou glanced up and across the parking lot. He was in way too deep.

~~~

Bakugou treaded down the empty hallway. Usually, he was always early to class. Not to do homework or anything, but to avoid the early morning rush of gossipers and other nerds. He wandered in front of 1A’s doors, uneager to face that day’s challenges. Or even worse, to face Midoriya after a second round of sexually assaulting him on school property. He took a deep breath and swung open the doors to see Midoriya on the other side of the room, chatting with Tenya Iida. Quickly, Bakugou escaped to his seat, and pulled out a textbook to distract himself.

“What time, Mina?” asked Sero.

“Ten, my parents won’t be home all weekend.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Mina Ashido was having a kick back at her place while her parents were away. Katsuki could not be less interested until he heard Uraraka pester that green haired dweeb, Deku.

“Are you going, Deku?” she chimed, “Word is there’s going to be margaritas.”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his head.

“I uh- I don’t know.”

He glanced across the classroom, trying to read Bakugou for an answer.

Shit. Thought Bakugou, Is he looking at me?

Deku sighed to himself. He had been out for two years and the only luck he had was a childhood bully too conflicted to even do anything besides press his hard dick against him when nobody was looking.

“Yeah.” he shrugged, “Could be fun.”

He pictured sipping down Margaritas surrounded by straight people, talking shit about who knows what or knows who. At least it would be better than jacking off at home.

Mina’s party turned out to be a shabby ranch style house on the end of a quiet cul de sac. Cheap streamers decorated a butler’s kitchen that was squeezed between a small L couch and a T shaped hallway. Momo and Jiro started up the karaoke machine as Kaminari and Kirishima chugged a keg in the corner. Bakugou slumped in the back of the room, passing red solo cups to Denki and Eijiro. Deku entered the room followed by Iida and Uraraka. The latter paid no attention as the two caught eyes across the room. Bakugou pretended to stare at the ceiling before the feeling was too drawn out. Deku glanced down at the ground. Why was he making this so hard?

Suddenly, Mina clapped her hands.

“Hey! We’re gonna play hide and seek! Everyone get together!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Tamaki, Tsu and Koji Koda began to line up.

“Last one to touch their nose is it!”

The entire group hit the floor and touched their noses. Bakugou found himself following Kirishima’s lead as he and Kaminari did the same. Everyone but Mashirao touched their noses. The monkey-tailed boy tilted his head back and groaned. As he kneeled down to count to thirty, the others took off in every direction. Bakugou huffed as he made his way to the backyard, not to be mistaken with actually participating, he aimed to simply get away from the rushing crowd. As he tucked into a side alley by the house, he realized he was not alone.

Behind a tool shelf, he recognized the lean frame of his green-haired classmate. Izuku turned on a dime to see the seething mass of muscle and sweat.

“Oh!” he replied, “Kacchan-”

“Come on-”

A pair of voices alerted the two to company. Suddenly Kacchan pressed up against the wall, cornering Midoriya. Momo and Mina scurried across the lawn to a small pool house, slamming a screen door shut. The flood light illuminated the yard in a harsh white light. Izuku held his breath as he felt the taller boy pressing into him. His hot skin was sticky with sweat. His breath was hushed as he breathed down his neck. Izuku couldn’t help the rush of blood to his face as Bakugou’s chest pushed against his.

The light went out and suddenly it was just Bakugou and Midoriya standing in the dark. Bakugou stared down at Midoriya and his pale, petite frame. He was just so touchable. So easy to pick up, so easy to pin down. Midoriya looked up and noticed the blonde staring down at him. Suddenly Bakugou was prying his lips open with his own. Midoriya could barely get a word out before he could taste the other boy’s tongue. The taller boy pressed his hips into Deku’s, grinding his cock against his thigh.

Bakugou twisted Midoriya around and pinned him against the wall. Yanking down his pants, he spat into his hand and started to finger him open. Izuku gasped at the roughness of it all. Bakugou had barely spent a minute working him open when he pushed his dick against Deku’s ass. It was hot and sharp. Deku gritted his teeth together as Bakugou’s cock pressed into him, prying open inch by inch.

The grit of the stucco siding imprinted itself into Deku’s palm as Bekugou fucked him against the wall. With one harsh motion, Bakugou grabbed Deku by the hair and tilted his head up. His cock thickened as he rammed in and out of Deku’s ass. The taller boy could feel the heat building up in his gut as he thrusted in and out. The flood light came on again and just before another classmate could step onto the grass, Bakugou came ropes of hot cum all over Deku’s insides. Deku’s face flushed as he felt Kacchan empty inside him. The sticky liquid ran down his thigh, leaving a trail of cum down his inner leg.

Deku watched nervously as Bakugou fixed his pants. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from his V line, dipping down into the empty space between his belt buckle and his hips.

“Don’t follow me.” Bakugou instructed.

Deku blinked in response. The blonde turned back towards the living room, leaving Deku to fix himself in the alley. Swallowing hard, he turns to find some paper towel to wipe up Bakugou’s cum.

A loose shingle suddenly dropped down from over the roof, narrowly missing Midoriya. A small giggle escaped from over the roof. Someone was slipping back over the roof to the otherside.

Oh no. Thought Izuku. Someone had been hiding up on the roof.

He turned to see who it was, but it was too late. He and Kacchan’s secret makeout sessions were not so secret anymore.

~~~~

1A was particularly rowdy the following morning. Still buzzing with all the drama of Mina’s party, the students spread around the classroom, exchanging fuzzy stories about what exactly went down. Bakugou glowered from his seat towards the windows. He didn’t want any part of the hum drum drama of his peers. Still, he couldn’t escape the bubble of constant chatter that burst out around him.

“I heard one of Momo’s tits popped out.” stated Mineta.

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

The door opened and he couldn’t help but flit his gaze towards it. Midoriya walked in with puffy morning eyes, groggily making his way to his seat. Bakugou said nothing as the boy sat directly in front of him, kicking his bag beneath his desk.

“Left tit or right tit?” bothered Kaminari.

“Left tit.” assured Mineta.

“Shut up, Mineta!” barked Bakugou.

The grape hero usually would have cowered, but a hot tip from last night’s party had changed his attitude slightly.

“Come on, Bakugou-” he retorted, “We’re just having fun.”

“Say one more word about some tits you didn’t see, and I’ll wreck you.”

“What? Like you wrecked Midoriya?”

Bakugou snapped his pencil clean in two. Deku’s face lit up bright red as he said it.

“Ah!” replied Mineta, “I mean, like at Ground Zero. From training-”

It was too late. The damage had been done. Bakugou’s eyes flashed scarlet as he stared down Mineta. If it weren’t for Aizawa walking through the door, he would've blasted the purple nuisance clean through the wall.

For a moment, Bakugou swore he could hear Todoroki laugh from across the classroom. He kept his head down and tried not to snap another pencil as Aizawa rolled in an overhead projector.

The lights flicked off and Midoriya knew he was in deep shit. He wondered to himself if he should look back at Bakugou. Saying something would be too much. It would just give the other kids confirmation that something had happened. But maybe just a glance?

Midoriya looked over his shoulder to see Bakugou completely ignoring him. He didn’t so much as glance back as the overhead flickered over their heads. Deku looked forward feeling slightly disappointed. If things had been weird before, they were about to get stone cold sterile.

~~~

The next morning, Izuku got up and fixed his sneakers. He refilled his water bottle, untangled his headphones and headed out for the track, hoping to see Bakugou.

Cold winter air bit at his nose as he rounded the chain link fence. The red rubbery track was nearly vacant. Nearly.

In the back corner, rounding the second turn, Midoriya spotted a head of spiky blonde hair turning his way. Midoriya began to jog in place, stretching his muscles to join his childhood friend. Instead of joining him, Bakugou took one glance at Izuku and headed for the track margins. He grabbed his water bottle, took a drink, then turned for the exit.

Midoriya was left standing alone in the cold, utterly confused by the taller’s boys sudden disinterest.

~~~

An entire week went by and Izuku hadn’t seen so much as the back of Bakugou’s head. Every morning he showed up at the track to either find it empty of Bakugou just leaving. The sudden abandonment maybe shouldn’t have been so much of a surprise. They weren’t dating. Bakugou wasn’t even so much as a good friend before Mina’s party happened. Sighing to himself, Deku wished the training camp would be different. As he and the other students lined up for the bus, he spotted Kirishima in the back of the line. This was his chance. Skirting around the other students, Midoriya played coy if only for a moment, playing with his backpack strings as he approached Kirishima.

“Oh, Hey Deku.” announced Eijiro.

“Hey, Kiri.”

The other students piled onto the bus. Feeling as though he was holding up time, Midoriya finally spit out, “I just wanted to ask, because I know you and Kacchan are close and all...has he said anything about me recently? Just in the past couple days?”

Kirishima’s face dropped as he realized what this was about.

“No...he hasn’t.” replied the red-headed hero, “I’m sorry about that. You know how he gets.”

“It’s cool.”

Kirishima could sense Midoriya’s disappointment. Fishing through his mind for the right thing to say, he walked the green haired onto the bus with his arm around him.

“He’ll come around. Things just..take a while to get through his head. Once he stops being so stubborn, who knows? You know?”

Midoriya sighed, albeit reluctantly.

“Right. Thanks, Kirishima.”

“Hey, Kiri!” cried Kaminari, “Check it! Window seats!”

Kirishima whooped and hollered as he sprinted towards the back of the bus. Midoriya chose a place just behind Iida and Uraraka, using the extra seat to lay out his feet. He leaned his head against the window and sighed softly to himself. From across the parking lot, he spotted Bakugou exiting his car. He rounded the sidewalk and up the bus steps to class 1A. Without so much as acknowledging him with a glance or nod, Bakugou walked straight past Midoriya and into the backseats next to Kirishima and Kaminari. Deku rested his head against his hands. Of course he should've expected radio silence. It was wishful thinking to think it would come to anything else.

~~~

Camp training was even harder than Kirishima had thought it would be. Dragging tires up and down around the grounds was doing wonders for his core but nightmares for his skin. From across the lot, he could spot Midoriya doing the same at nearly twice the speed. Despite being physically smaller, his quirk more than made up for the lack of natural power. Under the hot afternoon sun, they breaked for lunch.

The kids sat down at long rectangular picnic tables. Those lucky enough to land under an awning were just that, lucky.

Sitting on his own in the corner of the makeshift cafeteria was Midoriya. Kirishima watched him from across the way as he poked around his bento box with a vacant look on his face. Feeling slightly bad for the kid, he turned his head to see Bakugou making his way from the training grounds. The back of his shirt was stained with sweat as he took a seat along Kaminari and Kirishima. Midoriya immediately got up to head for the showers.

“Hey, Kaminari-” stated Kirishima, “Could you give me and Bakugou a second?”

Bakugou looked just as baffled as Kaminari. Reluctantly the electric boy forfeited his seat, leaving the two heroes alone.

“What was that about?” inquired Bakugou.

Kirishima took a deep breath before saying what he was about to say.

“Hey, listen.” he began, “I don’t really know what’s going on with you and Midoriya-”

Bakugou froze up.

“And quite frankly I don’t care. It’s just...he asked about you earlier and he seemed kind of mixed up about it.”

“There’s nothing going on so you can just shut up about it.”

“I get it, and I will… just. If there was anything, you know me and Kaminari wouldn’t care. Right?”

Bakugou was silent, if not for a moment. Then, he gripped his plastic fork so hard Kirishima swore it would melt in his hand.

“Well thanks, but there’s nothing going on so there’s nothing for you to not care about. Got it?”

“Geez- okay.”

Kirishima finished the rest of his bento box in relative peace. Bakugou didn’t so much as say a word for the rest of lunch. On the way back in, the cabin was dead silent. Most of the others were in line for the shower or tucked into their rooms, gossiping about each other.

Bakugou walked the halls alone with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. Just as he rounded the corner, Midoriya smacked into him. He wore a white T-shirt and navy gym shorts, just about ready to head into bed. Katsuki tried not to look so surprised as the boy began to stutter.

“S-sorry Kacchan-”

He gathered his things in his hands and headed towards his dorm without so much as looking up. This was the first time in weeks Midoriya had gone without glancing across the room at him. Realizing the damage he’d done, Katsuki sighed to himself. Before Deku could get that far, Katsuki opened his door and turned to call out.

“Hey, Deku.”

The green hair boy turned around.

Bakugou said nothing as he nodded towards his empty dorm. Deku looked back at the vacant space, surprised. Putting down his things, Deku turned and shuffled into Bakugou’s dorm. It was a neat albeit empty space, nothing but a bed, a dresser and a few notebooks strewn about here and there. Bakugou tried to think of the right thing to say as Midoriya stood in front of him. Hey, I’m sorry I was ignoring you after the Mineta thing. Hey, I’m sorry I fucked you and ran. Hey, I’m sorry for leaving you alone after every chance I get. Instead, Katsuki leaned into the crook of Deku’s neck and began to kiss him down the collar. Deku’s breath hitched as he felt Katsuki’s warm tongue against his skin.

There was only enough light coming from a streetlamp outside the window to illuminate Katsuki’s outline. Hiking up the hem of his shirt, Deku could see the outline of his hip bones quite clearly. He tilted his head back and grunted as Kacchan sucked a warm wet circle just beneath his jaw. He then moved onto sucking Deku’s bottom lip. Deku whimpered against the touch as Kacchan reached down to palm the boy through his gym shorts. Deku’s dick throbbed in his hand, leaking a bead of precum through the surface of the fabric. Bakugou exhaled a hot breath down Deku’s neck, unable to contain himself.

Deku dropped to his knees to undo Kacchan’s pants. He let the buckle drop to the floor before licking Kacchan’s tip. The blonde placed his hands on the back of Deku’s head as the boy started to bob up and down, plastering his tongue to the base of his dick. A slick thread of spit dripped down from Midoriya’s lips. Kacchan used the side of his palm to wipe it along his face. He stiffened at the touch, unable to keep himself from bucking down the smaller boy’s throat.

“Mmph-nph-”

The green haired boy hummed along the base of Kacchan’s shaft. Kacchan choked at the sensation, gliding his cock out of Midoriya’s soft puffy lips.

“Get up.” Kacchan ordered.

Deku did as he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his wrist as Kacchan pressed him down over the bed. He yanked down the boy’s gym shorts and began to pump his cock against the sheets. Midoriya’s eyes rolled up as he felt Kacchan’s rough hands tugging at his dick. Sticky strings of precum stuck to his knuckles as he ran his fingers up and down Deku’s shaft. Then Deku felt Bakugou pressing his other hand against his hole. He stiffened up as Bakugou spit onto his hand to make it easier. Slowly, he opened the boy up, then pressed his dick against his entrance.

Deku gritted his teeth, waiting for the other boy to ram it into him. Instead, Kacchan took his time, pressing in slowly, revelling in every inch until he was balls deep in that little pale twink. Deku took a short, sharp breath as Kacchan held his position, pressing as deep as he could. Finally, he backed out, just to ram himself back in. Kacchan placed his hands on Deku’s hips as Deku moved to get himself off. Across the room, the closet doors held two mirror panels. In it, he could see his own face blush tinted pink as the blonde pounded into him. He watched as Bakugou’s biceps flexed with every thrust, yanking the smaller boy down onto his cock.

Deku’s face was flooded with a soft burning heat. With every pump, he threatened to ruin Kacchan’s bed by cumming in thick white streaks. Finally, Kacchan turned him around and pulled up his legs over his shoulders. Digging down deep into Deku’s abdomen, Kacchan grunted as he bottomed out. Deku gasped at the fullness as he finally came onto his own stomach. Kacchan leaned down to slurp the last bit of spit from Midoriya’s lips as he jacked himself off under his touch. The last thing Deku felt before Kacchan finished was his hot wet tongue sliding over his own, coaxing him to scream out in bliss.

The two boys came to rest side by side in Kacchan’s bed. The air was tense and silent as Bakugou grabbed a hand towel from under his bed. The boys cleaned up without saying a word. Deku figured he’d be used to that by now. He threw on his shorts and was about to pull on his shirt, when Kacchan said the first words he could think of in over a week.

“Where are you going?”

Deku looked at Kacchan and then the door.

“Oh, um. Back to my bunk?”

Kacchan blinked innocently. He pulled his boxers up his thighs and scratched the back of his neck.

“Do you think you could stay?”

Now it was Deku’s turn to be surprised. The streetlamp from across the way illuminated the room in a dim orange light. He smiled quickly before climbing back into Kacchan’s bed.

“Yeah.” he replied, “It’s cool.”

Kacchan pulled the sheet over Deku as he curled up in the crook of his arm. Deku rested his head against the pale expanse of his bicep, turning over to face the closet as they settled in to sleep. In the darkness, Deku could barely shut his eyes. There was Kacchan’s shirt on the floor. There were Kacchan’s things strewn about the desk. He had asked him to stay and really meant it. Blushing to himself, he could hardly believe it was the same Kacchan who had ignored him the entire past week.

~~~~

1A helped themselves to a speedy breakfast under the wooden awnings. Duffel bags and gym bags went sliding across the ground as students kicked their belongings back towards the bus. Midoriya had woken up early to shower and get a good seat. There was no way he was getting stuck behind Iida and his self help podcasts again.

As he ran a towel through his wet hair, he spotted Kacchan standing over with Kirishima and Kaminari. His friends were caught up in some stupid fight about which power ranger was a Gemini. Bakugou simply rolled his eyes, leaning against a picnic table as he waited for his friends to finish.

Deku didn’t bother saying hi. At this point, he knew it was beyond reason to expect Kacchan to acknowledge him in public. He climbed the steps of the bus and got into a seat three quarters of the way back. He kicked out his feet so nobody else would take the seat then shoved his belongings under the bench.

The others soon began to steam in. Mezo and Sero boxed in Midoriya on either side. Momo and Tsu sat up front to get a better view of the TV screen, along with Iida and Uraraka. Midoriya barely looked up when someone was picking up his feet and shoving him aside.

“Hey- I was sitting there-”

It was Kacchan, grabbing him by the heels and swinging his sneakers to the side. He didn’t say a word as he raised his headphones to his ears then settled down into the seat. For a moment, it felt like the entire bus was staring at them. Midoriya’s face went red as he lowered himself into the corner of the window.

Of all places. Midoriya thought to himself, Of all times. He chooses know to get close in public with me.

Just then, Mineta came down the aisle, heading for the back of the bus. Midoriya tensed up as he realized he was prepping some snarky comment.

“Hey, Bakugou!” cried Mineta.

The blonde looked up.

Suddenly, Kirishima’s fist bonked the grape hero on the head. Kirishima pinched the back of his neck and marched him further into the back of the bus.

Bakugou took out one ear bed and smirked.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing.” replied Kirishima, “Oh and Midoriya.”

Deku perked up.

“Don’t let Aizawa replay Holes. If I have to watch Shiah Lebouf one more time I’m gonna lose it.”

He smiled back in gratitude.

“Yeah. no prob.”

The others filed into the back of the bus. Bakugou put his earbud back in and soon the regular amount of gossip and chatter began to flood the air. Midoriya fell back into his seat side by side with Kacchan. The blonde leaned over and let his head rest on Deku’s shoulder. The TV screens flickered on and the intro to Holes filled the screen. If he could watch it like this every time, Deku would never watch another movie in all his life.

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As Long as You’re Safe

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 2.1k smol boi (blurb!)

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themes : Soooo not really sure what to call this?? Kinda angst?? But super fluff ending :3

blurb : They are fighting a villain who has the ability to see into their opponent’s memories, and also convey scenarios and images into their opponent’s mind, making them feel like real life. The villain accesses their memories of you, and realizes that that is a very weak spot.

author’s note : idk i felt like I needed a fluff sponge to clean up that nasty first post haha so heres my best janitorial work!

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🅃he air whipped past Bakugou’s face, eyes turning into venomous slits as he finally was able to see the villain he had been called in to handle. He had been on patrol on the other side of the area, but when his sidekick didn’t respond to his messages, a gut feeling had urged him to come as backup. The agency had called when he was already halfway there, confirming his suspicion.

This was the guy? Tch. Bakugou snarled at the thought of this wimp being able to beat, well, anyone. The guy was slender and looked like he had almost no muscle or body fat. But he had to have a good quirk if he had taken out a handful of people already, so Bakugou regarded him with careful contempt. The explosions in his palms stopped as he fell from the third story of the building he’d been perched on, hurtling toward the ground.

“Hey asshole,” Bakugou yelled as his boots touched the pavement of the sidewalk. He stretched his palms in a wicked manner, cracking his neck in a swift motion.

The villain turned, a look of disgruntled annoyance simmering to the surface of his face. A malicious smile overtook his thin lips, and a glint in his eye made Bakugou growl. The man faced him directly now, and the terrified pedestrian he had been toying with sobbed as they ran towards the safety of the crowd gathering a respectable distance away. Bakugou grimaced as he noticed the limp body of his sidekick, sat up against one of the storefront’s flower barrels with closed eyes and a pained expression. From just a glance, he could tell they were alive… but they probably didn’t feel too great.

“Ground Zero,” the spindly man smiled, but to Bakugou it looked more like he was baring his teeth like a rabid dog. “How nice of you to grace me with your presence! I didn’t know little old me could pull in a top hero.”

Bakugou barked a short laugh. “You only got me ‘cause of sheer luck, dumbass. I have no clue who you think you are, but you’re about to be very well acquainted,” he paused, rolling his right wrist for dramatic effect,” with my fists.”

He expected a range of reactions from the villain. He had been doing this pro-hero gig for awhile now, so he’d learned the ropes-- and this guy didn’t seem like the type to have an ass-whooping quirk, so he could most likely afford to physically attack.

“Now that is an interesting game plan, Bakugou,” the villain stated, voice dripping with rancor. His words shocked Bakugou for a moment, and just as a thought formed in his mind, the slender man vocalized it. “Oh shit, this fucker can read me like a book,” the man paused, an amused smile on his face,” wow, you have quite a way with words.”

“Tch. I don’t care if you’re in my head asswipe, ‘cause your skull is about to be crushed into the ground,” Bakugou replied, foot planting behind himself and getting ready to pounce.

“Hmm, are you sure? Will you treat me roughly?” the man continues seamlessly, making Bakugou’s eyes widen in confusion. Treat him rough? Who the hell does this guy think he is? Was he hitting on him? The villain’s smile only broadened, the sneer on his mouth flushing Bakugou’s stomach with dread. “At least, as rough as your girlfriend likes it?”

Bakugou’s mouth dried at his words, body stuttering as he processed the them. Why the fuck was this freak talking about Y/N?

“Y/N, yes-- what an extravagant creature. I wouldn’t have pegged her as someone who likes to be choked. Are you sure you can handle fighting me? It seems like you had an exhausting night, and rest is important for the body.”

Bakugou’s breath is stolen out of his lungs, his wide eyes turning into furious crescents at the villain’s words. That was private! The villain’s words automatically triggered his memory, even if he was trying his best to push the image away. You, underneath him last night, shaking and whimpering and making that irresistible expression as he fucked you raw. A light blush bloomed on his cheeks at the recollection, but he shoved it away as fast as he could. His eyes met the villain’s again, but this time, the shadowy figure’s features had morphed into a terrifying grin, eyes bulging out of his skull with disgusting delight.

“Oh, thank you so much for sharing that with me. Maybe I’ll try out choking her myself!” he laughed, voice oozing with excitement as he wrung his hands together.

Bakugou snapped out of his surprised state, shaking his head and clenching his eyes shut. He just had to wreck his loser and then he could go home to you.

Nothing could prepare him for what happened next. He looked back up at the villain, and his stomach plummeted fifty meters into the concrete below him as he registered the horrific scene.

The villain was standing in the exact same spot, but he had his arms wrapped around your throat. You were trapped in his hold, big desperate eyes full of tears that slid down your cheeks and fingers clawing futilely at his hold. You were wearing that maroon lingerie from last anniversary that drove Bakugou wild, your hair clinging to your wet chin as you sobbed. The noise was enough to make Bakugou’s knees shake, his heart felt like it had leapt into his throat.

“S-Suki,” you whimpered, slicing his heart into two.

Bakugou’s lips trembled at your cry, his hands clenching into fists at his side. His voice was much softer now, and he was surprised to find it didn’t break,” Let her go.” His feet planted square, he stared down the villain with a burning determination, steam practically pouring out of his nostrils.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” the man chided, one hand leaving your delicate throat and sliding down your chest. Bakugou’s fingernails broke into the flesh of his palms as the villain’s hand ran over your breast, lingering there as he gauged Bakugou’s reaction. The choked sob that came from you made Bakugou see red.

Bakugou stepped forward but immediately regretted it as the villain’s hand on your throat turned white. He watched in horror as you sputtered, face turning pink at the exertion of wriggling in his hold, grasping at his hand to no avail. “Stop! Please!” he yelled, throwing his hands up in front of him and taking a step back.

“Ground Zero!” Bakugou’s eyes hesitantly left your figure for a moment, trying to find the source of the shout. It sounded like someone was calling him, but from somewhere far away… or like he was underwater. He looked around, realizing the crowd of onlookers had vanished, and the unconscious body of his sidekick was gone as well. Actually, you three were the only people on the busy Japan street.

Just like that, the gears click into place. Looking back at the villain, his rage bubbling inside, he snarled and pushed his body off the pavement, explosions dancing on his palms to seal the gap swiftly.

The villain looked irritated at being found out, but that didn’t stop him from snapping your neck. Bakugou tried not to look at you, but the thought that you had been real just a moment ago made his chest tight as your gaze glazed over and your body slumped to the ground. He screamed as he drew back his fist, concentrating his power on his hand just as it connected with the spindly man’s jaw. His head flew backwards, a sick crack sounding as his body was flung into the air behind him.

Bakugou landed on his feet, and braced himself for a second as he closed his eyes. Not real, not real, she is not real. Opening his eyes, he looked at the spot your crumpled body should have been, only to find that it was empty. He breathed out a sigh of relief, attention sliding back to the unconscious villain in the middle of the road. He ignored the cheers erupting from the crowd behind him, feet moving on their own accord toward the villain’s figure to finish the job.

It was hell waiting to get back to you. Bakugou had to wait for the police to show up and take the loser off his hands, then he had to pretend he was fine and sign a thousand autographs, and then to top it all off, he had to take his damn sidekick back to the agency across town. The suspense was killing him. Even if he knew that it was stupid… a small, okay-- maybe large-- part of him needed you in his arms, and to know you were truly alright.

After he was done with the agency, he nearly ran all the way home. Using his quirk to shoot himself through the starry cityscape, the wind rushing through his hair, his chest still felt just as tight as it did earlier. It seemed like an eternity had passed as he finally planted his feet on the sidewalk, hand grabbing the main entrance door and nearly ripping it off its hinges. The security guard barely had time to recognize him and buzz him in, and he sure as hell didn’t bother with a “good evening”. He beelined past the elevator, instead opting to dart into the stairwell and propel himself up to the sixteenth floor with his quirk.

His legs couldn’t carry him fast enough, and he dashed through the hallway with urgency. His eyes finally landing on the door, he prayed it was unlocked because he really did not want to blast through the lock but damn it, he might just have to. He nearly cried as he jiggled the door handle, confirming his fear. His palm on the metal handle, he closed his eyes and wondered if you would kill him for blasting through another locksmith’s fine work.

But then the handle turned ninety degrees, and the door cracked open to reveal your bare face, hair looking frazzled as you blinked at him.

“Suki!” your plump lips split into a joyous grin and Bakugou’s soul almost left his body in sheer relief. You pulled him into the apartment, shutting the door behind him and wrapping your soft arms around his torso. “I was so worried about you! I saw the end of your fight on the news, are you okay?”

Bakugou couldn’t say any words, his throat felt thick and his eyes stung as he crushed you into his chest. His head hanging down to sniff your precious head, his lungs rattled as he tried not to burst into tears. You fit so perfectly in his arms, he couldn’t help but thank the universe that you’re safe, and you’re here, holding onto him tightly as he barely kept it together.

You frowned at his silence, but you decided to comfort him anyway because he seemed like he really needed it. Your fingers brushed along his spine as he clutched onto you, gathering his emotions. You weren’t used to seeing him so choked up, but you knew there must be some reason as to why he’s so silent. “It’s okay, baby,” you whispered, making a small sigh fall from his lips.

He finally looked you in the eye, and your stomach fluttered with butterflies at his expression. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled, warm hands taking your face and pressing your lips to his. You hummed happily against his mouth, hands lacing behind his neck in compliance. He pulled away, one last shred of doubt left to address. “Are you okay?” he inquired quietly, almost bashfully. His gaze was directed to the collar of your shit that his thumb was playing with, and you took his jaw in your hands to make him look at you.

His scarlet eyes looked so concerned and scared, your heart ached for him. “Of course I’m okay Katsuki,” you answered, looking at him deeply,” I have you to protect me!” A small smile adorned your lips as your nails scratch gently at his scalp. “Are you okay, my love?”

One corner of his mouth quirked up adorably as he tried to put on his brave face for you. “I’m okay,” he whispered, eyes closing as his lips touched your forehead gently,” as long as you’re safe.”

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seros-tonin · 4 years

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Protecting You, Mi Amor

Summary: Growing up in the mafia was so different from living the mafia. Fighting and fending for your own, never really being able to trust others. You get a tip that your closest body guard has a hit set on you. What happens when you try to catch him in the act?

Rating: MA, mature themes, violence, weapons, language. MAJOR yandere themes ahead...good luck aha

Genre: Non-quirk au, mafia ring au

**credits to original owner of pic...i couldn’t find it :(**

Growing up in the mafia gave you just the tiniest of taste as to what it took to fight for yourself. You never really had to worry about protection, new unknown areas, constantly having to keep an eye out for random hits. It was always taken care of for you. Your parents running the most successful mafia ring in the eastern part of Japan, especially the Musutafu region. All of the elites in Tokyo knew of your parents, and the sheer power that they possessed.

Of course you never saw the gruesome side of it. Your parents did a good job of keeping you, and all of the other kids of mafia members safe. You grew up with all of the sons who were the children of those working close with your parents. Those four boys spent almost all of the childhood with you. Often times the five of you wreaking havoc all along the mansion that you resided in. Bodyguards begging you all to calm down, seeing as they didn’t want to face the consequences of your father...again...

“Bakugou! Not fair!” you wailed as he stole the only toy that you were able to grab from the hoard of the other four boys. Being the youngest had its own hardship at times.

“No worries Y/N, I got you.” Sero softly said, flashing a small smile towards you as he took off after Bakugou.

“You’re not the only one who can help Y/N!” Kaminari yelled following Sero’s footsteps.

You sat trying not to cry over something so trivial, as Kiri sat down next to you on the carpet. You smiled at him as he wiped away the single tear that was left on your pink cheek. Before you had time to properly thank him, Sero and Denki came running up to the two of you.

“Here you go Mi Amor!” Sero triumphed with his huge grin, handing over to toy back to you.

“You can’t take all of the credit! I was the one who jumped on his back for you.” Kaminari protested, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

“Whatever losers! I let you have it to give back to Y/N, I was done with it anyway.” Bakugou exclaimed, coming over to you in the process to make sure you weren’t still crying.

Thinking back on the childhood memory made you smile a bit. You let out a long, exasperated sigh as you pushed the files in front of you further on to the table. Ever since your parents branched out their ring to the western parts of Japan, they trusted you with upholding their reputation over in the Tokyo prefecture. As soon as you turned 19 you were put in charge of the family ring. Your parents offered a good handful of their security, scouts, and more to help you get started on your own. A very sweet gesture from them...but you already knew who your four mains were going to be. The same four who had been your personal body guards your whole life. Your four best friends.

A smile couldn’t help but makes it way to your lips as you remembered the look on all four boys faces as you asked them to come work for and protect you. Kiri and Kami were gobsmacked, jaws agape as they happily obliged. Bakugou acted as if it was no big deal, but the small smile evident, as you knew that was his promise to protect you. Sero’s reaction surprised you the most. While he happily obliged, his comment still stuck with you as the past couple years went by.

“I will protect you, even if it ends me.”

While at the time, it was endearing, the smirk he adorned with it differed from his normal one. His eyes didn’t sparkle as bright as they normally would. Something about it stuck with you, even to this very moment. A sharp knock on the office door is what brought you back to the reality in front of you. You heard the door creak as you looked over your shoulder and saw Kirishima slowly walking in.

“C’mon boss, get some rest. We can all work on this case tomorrow morning.” he offered.

“How in the world am I supposed to relax enough to sleep when someone is obviously tracking and watching my every move?” you questioned him, reaching across the table to slide the files to you again.

Kirishima put his hand over yours to stop the momentum. “Do you want to hear my opinion?” he asked sternly.

“Of course Kiri.” you reassured as he sat down next to you.

“It’s someone in your circle.” he said bluntly, causing a sharp laugh to leave your lips.

“What makes you say that, eh?”

“Think about it, Y/N! You have security around the whole perimeter. Down the next two blocks. The cameras on the outside of the mansion didn’t pick up anything or anyone...isn’t that just a little bit suspicious?”

“I’m sure if they want me dead that bad they saw how to avoid all the cameras.” you argued in response.

“If that’s what you want to believe then go ahead. But who else would know your room layout good enough to get seven cameras in there in an hour? Only someone who was familiar with it.”

“You have a good point, I suppose. But who? I’ve created such a tight knit ring for myself...” you trailed off.

“Who is the easiest to trust? I know it, you know it. He knew that he would get away with it because he would never be suspected.” Kiri offered.

“Absolutely not, there is no way in hell. Kirishima, do you even hear yourself?” Anger took over for a split moment at the sound of Kirishima accusing Sero, your best friend, of being the culprit.

“Listen Y/N, we all made a pact to protect you. And me, Kami, and Katsu are worried. We have seen the way he looks at you, he is possessive. Like beyond just a best friend or a bodyguard. Any time any of the three of us say anything about your appearance it’s like the poor boy blows a gasket or something. Almost freaky in a way.” Kiri’s voice trailed off on the last sentence.

“Like you said Kiri, you all made a pact to protect me. Sero just has a different way of showing it. Now if you will excuse me, I’m leaving to head to the training center. Have to work on the self defense you all insisted I improve.” You shoved your chair out from under you, not even looking back to see the red head’s reaction.

You were seething. Sure, all four boys worked hard to protect you, but it was obvious to you that Sero worked the hardest. How unbelievably bold of Kirishima to just throw Sero under the bus like that. You were seething at this point. Just ready to take your frustration out on some combat training. As you pushed the office door open all the way you were met with Denki’s bombarding voice.

“Soooo? Did she believe you?!” the blonde’s face fell as he saw you snap your head towards him.

“No. She didn’t. Because it is absolutely juvenile that the three of you would even suspect that. Now where is he?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“No idea. And I’m sure its for the best Y/N. Let me and Kiri take you to the center to help you trai-” you cut Bakugou off with a hand over his mouth, the other reaching for the pistol located on your hip.

“Don’t make me give you a warning shot. I’m going with Sero, and Sero only.” you let go of Bakugou’s jaw and you made your way down the hall.

A short phone call telling Sero to meet you with the car out front was all it took to leave the other three in utter disbelief as you made your way out the front door.

“You need to put the majority of the force in your hips and legs. That way you can’t be knocked off your feet.” Sero opted as he made the move to ambush your legs.

“I don��t see the need for this anymore. I know the basics. I never go anywhere without at least one of you plus my gun. Whoever was in my room hasn’t come back.” you whined, exhausted from keeping up with your athletic counterpart.

“They’re probably just keeping cool for now. It’s always better to be safe rather than sorry Y/N, you of all people should know that.” Sero snickered as he remarked his last comment, sending a shiver down your spine. “All it takes is one time. One time and you’re done for.” he whispered in your ear as he tackled you to the ground.

You burst into laughter as he held on to you. “It’s different with you Hanta, of course I’m going to have my guard down around you.”

Sero stopped his frantic movement and just held you still at the sound of his first name. “You never really know who you can and can’t trust though Y/N.” he said almost too softly for you to hear.

“Who do you think did it then?” you offered.

“I know exactly who it was.” he retorted, hoisting himself up onto his palms and looking down at you on the ground. His eyes held an unknown demeanor.

“You, wait...what?” you asked in disbelief.

“I don’t blame him either. The way you look at Bakugou and Kiri half the time...like you’re begging them to give into temptation.” Sero moved his face slowly closer and closer to yours, creating mere inches between the two of you. “It’s amazing that they have held out this long to be honest.”

“Sero, umph, please let me get up. We can talk about this normally.” you pleaded, trying your best to break his grip on your wrists. The atmosphere he was creating was alarmingly unsettling at this point.

“Hmmm, any other person who was trying to get to you surely wouldn’t just let you go. And I really liked you using my first name, you should do it more often.” he chuckled at his own comment, making the grip on your wrists even tighter.

“Fine then, Hanta, let me go and we can talk about this rationally.” you almost missed the way his whole body seemed to get lighter at the use of his first name. In a split’s second decision, you used his loss of weight on you to roll your hips over, causing him to fall to the side. You rushed to your feet, running backwards in means to keep and eye on Sero the whole time.

Just as quickly as he was taken down, he was back on his feet and sauntering over to you. His normal bright grin was plastered with an almost evil grin. He chuckled softly to himself as he muttered a small ‘what am I going to do with you?’, all while keeping a slow pace towards you.

“Sero, what the fuck is your problem? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” you pleaded, the pain and fear a little bit more evident in your tone.

“You were always so innocently naive. It’s super cute in all honesty. The way you act like you don’t dress a certain way when you know Bakugou is going to be escorting you, or the way you play along with Kaminari’s gross flirting, making him believe he would get a chance. Makes me sick to be honest.”

Cue light bulb in your head.

“Why did you do it? You promised me you would protect me, even if it ends you!” the tears were involuntary at this point, pure betrayal and panic taking pursuit.

“You really don’t get it, huh? I’m protecting you from those three dogs Y/N! They look at you with such indulgence sometimes it makes me sick! How they can get away with it. Making you believe they wouldn’t drop what they were doing to pounce on you at any given moment! It’s not fair!” Sero was screaming at this point, flailing his arms while progressively walking faster towards you.

Your back hit the wall and you sank to the floor, seeing his towering frame come over you in the dim lighting. Then you noticed it, the blade you had gotten him as a Christmas gift two years prior.

“Mi amor~ you really just don’t understand how much of myself I am willing to give for you, huh?” Sero raised the blade up in front of both of your guys’ faces, twirling it back and foward. Taunting you it seemed, with the way he let the light bounce off of it. The nickname that once made you feel warm and safe held so much piercing weight with it now.

“If I can’t have you all to me, all for me to protect, might as well make it so no one else can.” he whispered as he moved himself closer to you. Using his own legs to straddle yours down to the floor, he used his free hand to wrangle your wrists once again. You watched with pure horror as he brought the knife closer to your neck. He traced your collarbone, ever so gently, all the way up to your neck. As you felt small chillbumps form from the cold blade you heard Sero break out into laughter.

“Hmmm, cariña, your skin is so pretty. All for me.” he traced the blade further up the base of your neck, moving more towards the jugular.

“Hanta, please stop. You aren’t supposed to do this.” you rasped out, tears flowing freely now.

“Mira...suavemente,” he gasped out, slowly putting more and more pressure against the blade.

“Sero...pl-please, stop,” you could barely speak. The fear of talking too loud causing the blade to end your sentence for good.

Before any more pleas could leave your throat, you heard the door to the center open swiftly. You didn’t dare look over to see who it was, instead the hollers gave it away.

“What the fuck are you doing to her soy sauce?! Have you lost your damn mind!” Bakugou screamed as he ran in, Kiri and Kami following in toe.

As Bakugou blind sighted Sero and him and Kiri pulled him off of you, Denki raced in front of you.

“Y/N! Please tell me your okay!” Denki pleaded, rushing you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your frigid frame.

Before any answer could leave your lungs, you saw black. The actions of training on nothing in your body, the fear, the panic, the utter shock of everything catching up with you. As you wished to tell Kaminari that you were okay now that the three of them were there, you simply couldn’t. You felt yourself fall into an unconscious state as Sero scream was the last thing you could make out.

#sero hanta #bnha #my hero fanfic #sero x you #sero x reader

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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Master List✨✨✨

This master-list is a directory (of sorts [look, I tried my best]) of the all of the stories/head canons posted on this page!

SFW=👌

NSFW =💞

Fluff=❤️

Angst=😭

Humor=😂

💞 😂 Endeavor Suga Baby Series: Oneshots and shit posts about being endeavors suga baby lol. (Enji Todoroki x Reader)

Part1 Part2 Part3

👌😂❤️ Crush Journal: How tododeku (separately) would confess to their crushes. a.k.a. Izuku takes notes on how to be the perfect SIMP (Deku x reader Todoroki x Reader)

👌❤️ Bunny: Read this if you have a thing for being called bunny (Todoroki x reader, Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Art and Oreos: How our two top students deal with having a civilian girlfriend (Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Problem Child: After the cute stage every parent has to eventually deal with a shitty teen. BNHA characters as parents (Midoriya, Shinsou, Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima)

😂 What up my name’s ‘Gerund’ I’m 19 and I never FUCKING learned how to read. Lord, bless this mess (Kaminari x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Koala: You don't want your bed to get cold a.k.a. Todoroki with a clingy ass significant other (Todoroki x Reader)

💞 😭 Nobody’s Hero: Ground Zero saves you from being mugged one night and can’t seem to let you go. Warning: slight non/con (Yandere Bakugou x Reader)

😭 Mirror Images: Warning: mentions of still birth. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Missed Call form Blasthole: Your first time being invited to spend the night with your boyfriend (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Shinsou Shits: You and your husband, Bakugou, are tasked with babysitting the twin seeds of Satan (Bakugou x Reader ft.Mina x Shinsou)

👌😂 Wanna Win?: Kirishima asks for Bakugou’s help to find the words to tell you that he loves you, but things don’t exactly go according to plan... (Kirishima x Reader ft Kiribaku)

💕😂 Operation Unvirgin: Bakugou never bothered with girls. He’s got too much shit to deal with; however, he finds himself in a world of cognitive dissonance when he hears that his rival is about to lose “it” before him. hWHAT? That loser is gonna beat him in something?! He thinks that FUCK NOT. (Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Whose Manz is this?!: You get a box of chocolates and a love note from a little broccoli head boy and let’s just say... it truly does take a village to raise a child. (’Izuku Midoriya being wing-manned by class 1-A’ x Reader)

👌❤️ Grey Area: You are beginning to feel a little jealous over Todoroki, but it shouldn’t matter because you're just friends... right? (Todoroki x Reader ft TodoMomo)

Valentines Weekend: Just random, unrelated short stories, headcanons and drabbles for all your loving needs. (BNHA x reader [Look. there is over 23 “x reader” pairings in this! I cant name each one])

Part 1: type (HCS) (👌😂❤️)

Part 2: food play (💞)

Part 3: Things my boyfriend has said to me (👌❤️😂)

👌😭 Two Birds on a Wire: Hawks unexpectedly finds himself falling for love with a villain during his time as a double agent. How will he handle having to betray the woman he loves? trilogy (Hawks x Reader feat. Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, and minor OCs)

Part 1,

💞😂❤️ Deprived: They fucked up and you take it upon yourself to teach them a lesson in the coldest way possible: putting your body on lock down. How the hell are they gonna survive? (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Iida x Reader)

👌❤️😂 Curly Hair Headcanons: (HCS) Let’s see how these boys do with a girlfriend who has curly hair... (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌❤️😂Plant Daddy: Bakugou with a significant other who is obsessed with plants-- fragile, defenseless plants… I am sure nothing will go wrong there. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 1: Shinsou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Shinsou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 2: Bakugou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Tinder Games: You like to play tinder for fun, and it is all fun in games until a certain someone swipes right for you… (Bakugou x Reader, Iida x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌😂❤️Drunk in Love: New Years Eve Special! Can any of these messes properly handle their liquor? Find out! (Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Yaoyorozu x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Shinsou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Bad Dreams Fluff n Stuff: You wake up from a bad dream crying and Bakugou has to unclog his emotional constipation to support you. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: Christmas with your boyfriend’s family is always a spectacle… (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: This is the first time you met Kaminari’s family! You gave him one job to prepare for the event…. One job... smh… (Kaminari x Reader)

👌😂High school: (HCS) Gender neutral Reader is just tryna make it through a school day after Sero smoked them out (ft. Bakugou, Midoriya, Jirou, Iida, Aizawa, Kaminari, and Todoroki)

👌❤️😂 How to Stop Liking a Stoner: Bakugou can’t help but falling in love with your delinquent ass, but that doesn't mean he is gonna fall quietly without a fucking fight. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂Tectonic Plates and Platonic Dates: You and Kirishima are platonic buddies that secretly watch romantic comedies together. Everything is chill until your hot-headed twin brother finds out! (Kirishima x Reader ft. Bakugou, Kaminari, and Sero)

👌😂MHA Charecters as Candy: (HCS) What was that? What candy would these MHA characters be!? Wait... oh… You never asked? Oh okay… I guess I’ll just leave this here anyway… *sniff-sniffle*… (Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mineta, Monoma, Yaoyorozu, Sero, Shinsou)

👌😭❤️The Same Side of Anything: Dabi is totally a Todoroki in this. Romeo and Juliet did it better probably, but I love the idea of star-crossed lovers. Read this if you’re into mediocre poetic themes. (Dabi x Reader)

👌😂Crackhead Post: Reader regrets letting the three stooges into their life (ft. Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima)

👌😂 ❤️ Soft Dad Moments: What would prompt some of the MHA dads to buy their children a plushie? Warning: Some of these dads are so sweet that you might need to see a dentist after. (Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader)

💞 😭 Baby Boom: You end up prego after a one night stand and Bakugou learns how to be a decent human being (Bakugou x reader)

Month 1, Month 2, Month 3, Month 4

Interactive Series (You voted on the outcomes):

💞😭 😂 ❤️Sole Mates: Your every day life as a business woman is rudely interrupted by an explosive hero’s name being painfully imprinted on the sole of your foot, bounding the two of you’s pain, emotions and thoughts. (Bakugou x Reader, past Izuku X Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

💞😭Caught in The Act: You find out that your fiancé cheated on you, your grandmother’s dresser is ruined, Kirishima is a precious gift from god, and… wait, when did Todoroki get so hot? (Bakugou x Reader ft Todoroki, Kirishima and a few minor OC’s)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Finale

Sequel (just a lil writing experiment. pay no mind if you like the original ending): Part 1

Tsugi No Hero Academia: a Next gen AU me and my crackhead friends conjured up feat. Bakugou’s son as the MC

#masterlist #whips with inhaler in hand #i finally did it #on my death bed

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satsuki2406 · 4 years

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Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

2-My Stupid Classmate, the Angry Dandelion

Running steps along tired panting could be heard through the empty streets. Both teens were now a good distance from school but adrenaline pushed them to keep going a little more. But once the necessity of breathing started to kick in, both decided that a break would be more than appreciated. They came to a halt at the entrance of a tunnel and concentrated now on catching their breath, once he was recovered enough to talk, Midoriya, timidly made the first comment. “Shi-Shi-Shinohara-san…!” (Y/N), getting one last intake through her nose, landed her eyes on Midoriya who whimpered nervously hardly believing that now he had officially talked to a girl who wasn’t his mom. “Huh? What is it?”

The poor boy, unsure of what to do and terribly flustered, tried to rearrange his thoughts while covering his reddened face with his arms.

“W-Why you di-did that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Confront Kacchan, de-defend me I mean” Midoriya almost whispered.

“And why shouldn’t I? You were being a victim of injustice so I stepped in, that’s how it works, if you see someone in trouble, you help them, that’s the correct thing to do isn’t it?”

Midoriya watched amazed at (Y/N) while she sweetly smiled at him, touched by her words.

“W-Well I guess b-but... you-you don’t think I’m a loser cause I’m quirkless?! A-Aren’t you going to avoid me like everybody else does? Make fun of me like the rest of the class?!”

“To be honest Midoriya, ‘til this moment you haven’t give me a single reason to do any of that, actually, you look like a nice guy.” Midoriya’s blood pressure was sky high at this point, a pretty girl faced no other than Bakugou fucking Katsuki for his sake twice in the timespan of eight hours, talked to him kindly and also complimented him? All in the same day?!

‘This is so crazy!’

“Midoriya?” (Y/N)’s voice interrupted his accelerated thoughts. “Y-Yes?!”

“Are you ok? I mean, Bakugou blasted your desk at the beginning of the class- oh by the way! What was that notebook you had earlier? ‘Hero notes for the future’ was it? I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him from burning it, but at least it didn’t end at a koi pond or something.” (Y/N) said with a closed-eye smile.

“I-It’s ‘He-Hero Analysis for the Fu-Fu-Future’ actually, b-but you g-got it close! H-Hero notes is ok! I-I mean if you want to call it that way! But you can call it whatever you like! If you want to put it a specific name it is, if not, it is ok! Oh my God...! This is kind of overwhelming, we just jumped from a third floor but we are safe and sound! I can’t believe you actually confronted Kacchan, b-but what if now he starts targeting you?! It would be all my fault! I’M SO SORRY SHINOHARA-SAN!! But unlike me, you could rely on your quirk to defend yourself, but after what happened today, he will try to take revenge for sure…! And my situation with him could get even worst, especially after what happened today! But even though…*mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter…*”

Midoriya kept blabbering and blabbering endlessly and (Y/N) just could sweat drop and observe him with eyes wide as saucers. ‘He definitely has no friends, huh? Even if it sounds mean, it was expected.’ (Y/N) took a deep breath and smiling at the awkward greenettte she decided to stop Midoriya’s creepy monologue before it got even longer.

“Midoriya…” She rose her hand and softly karate chopped the top of his fluffy head. “…snap out of it!” (Y/N) said while smiling at the now deeply flushed boy.

“I-I’m so sorry!” The poor boy said while aggressively bowing his head at a inhuman speed.

“Haha! No problem! You really are funny Midoriya! But please stop that you’ll damage your neck.”

“F-Funny?! M-Me?!”

“Yup! By the way, who’s Kacchan?”

“O-Oh, w-well Kacchan is actually Bakugou’s nickname, everybody used to call him like that when we were kids, I guess it just got stuck with me. His actual full name is Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Oh my God! You actually call him that all the time?! Hahaha! That’s sooo cute! I’ll tease him tomorrow with that for sure!”

“W-What?! No! Please Shinohara-san you’re already on Kacchan’s bad side! Don’t get in more trouble because of me!”

“I’m not afraid of Bakugou, Midoriya. As you said I can rely on my quirk for self-defense, and besides, if that asshole is that dead serious about getting into U.A he’ll try to keep his record as clean as possible. He’s nothing more than a bully who was lucky enough to get a strong quirk.” A serious and confident look was settled on (Y/N)’s eyes, Midoriya, despite being surprised by her courage, remained a bit doubtful. After suffering years and years of mental and physical abuse by Bakugou, he was unsure if it was a good idea for Shinohara to keep on irking the already irritable blond. But at the end, she had something he never will, a power of her own and self-confidence. Maybe he could try to rub on a bit of the last one.

“Oh, damn it! Our shoes still at school! I guess my plan wasn’t bulletproof after all…” Midoriya lowered his view to his shoes finding out that indeed, (Y/N) was right, a pair of white uwabaki* were covering his feet instead of his signature red shoes.

“Oh no! I forgot my bike too! My parents are going to kill me!” (Y/N) said desperately pulling her (Y/N) locks. “Crap I need to go back to school!” (Y/N) tried to put her head together with a plan to sneak into school and avoid bumping into Bakugou to avoid more trouble. ‘He probably left already, but I can’t take the risk anyway.’

“I-I’m sorry that you are having to get in all this trouble because of me, I’m sorry Shinohara-san” (Y/N) saw Midoriya’s sad expression, and a little pang of guilt passed through her. ‘I guess I have to be careful of what I say in front of him, he seems kind of sensitive and self-conscious, I’ll have it on account the next time.’

“Come on Midoriya! You take everything too seriously! And don’t forget that I was the one who decided to step up and give you a helping hand, so don’t overwhelm yourself with the simplest things! It was my mistake so I’ll solve it! As simple as that! (Y/N) said while she padded Midoriya’s back animatedly.

“Well! I guess this is when we part ways Midoriya! See yaaa!~” Just like that the lively (H/C)-ette ran her way to Aldera meanwhile Midoriya contemplated her get lost on the horizon. ‘That was so insane…! I don’t think this day could get more nuts…!’

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“Goddamnit! My-my lungs are on fire! If it wasn’t for my regular workout routine, I would have passed out ages ago!” After a couple of minutes, the school came into view again, wheezing and with a tremendous thirst. (Y/N) finally arrived at her destiny. Once she recovered her breath, she started looking for some trace of Gru, Kevin and Bob at the school entrance. Once she verified that the coast was clear, (Y/N) proceeded to jog at the main entrance, where the shoe lockers were located. Thankfully nobody was there at the moment, the only remaining students at the school were the members of the clubs. After finding her locker, she quickly changed her shoes. ‘Perfect! Now to the bike parking we go! If I’m not wrong is at the back of the school’

Stealthy and cautiously, (Y/N) made her way to the bike parking only bumping twice with other students that fortunately weren’t the explosive blonde. Just a few minutes later she could already devise her goal at just a couple of feet away from her, fortunately they weren’t a lot of bikes there like in the morning so find it was easier than expected.

“If I’m not wrong, I put it in the third row to the left, so, in theory it should be right-AHA! There you are!” Right in front of her eyes, was a brand new, vintage style (F/C) bike. It was a gift that (Y/N) received from her parents after they moved to Musutafu, she has been dying to have one of those since the last summer, so it wasn’t an overstatement to say that she almost had a heart attack when she saw it parked with a big (F/C) bow on it at her new house’s driveway after they arrived.

Without wasting more time, she placed her bag on the front basket, unlocked the cable lock and got on the bike. Watching her surroundings one last time to make sure it was safe to go, she pedaled the bike with all her might until she was a fair distance from the school, again.

“That was a close one! I’m glad I didn’t bump into that stupid dandelion!” ‘Although I was honest when I said to Midoriya I wasn’t afraid of him, it doesn’t mean I want to start another argument with him, it would be the third of the day, been his classmate is exhausting enough.’ Thanks to the hectic events occurred no even an hour ago (Y/N) could appreciate better the beautiful view surrounding her, the soft spring breeze swayed the cherry blossoms making them rain over the sidewalk and the heads of the distracted passerby that walked under them. This was a really crazy day full of surprises, some more pleasant than others but having such a calming landscape was really comforting. ‘Maybe this city is not so bad after all’

(Y/N) train of though was abruptly disturbed by a strong explosion that resonated in the distance. “A villain attack? It looks like it is happening in the center-” “Indeed-nya, young lady, in the Commercial District to be more specific-nya” (Y/N) turned her head to find the origin of the voice that answered her inquiry to be found with an elderly woman with cat ears and tail accompanied by who seem to be her daughter. “How do you know it?” (Y/N) asked intrigued. “We just were evacuated from there by the heroes-nya” the younger woman said. “We happened to be shopping there when a villain took a middle schooler hostage-nya and stared to cause havoc in the place, explosions, stores on fire, people running everywhere, it was crazy-nya! We were fortunate enough to escape as soon as it started-nya!”

“Oh God! A middle schooler?! That sounds awful! I hope the heroes can stop it soon, you really were lucky.” After share a couple more words they went on their separate ways. “Oh man! I was supposed to pass there to buy some stuff for dinner, I guess I’ll have to go to a konbini, I know mom will understand. Now the actual question is how I’m supposed to go home without going through the city centre that must be closed right now?” (Y/N) sighed resigned now that she had no choice. “The long way it is then I guess.”

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One hour. That was what took (Y/N) to reach her neighborhood, and she still need to go to the konbini before going home. “Thanks God I have the bike, otherwise I don’t want to imagine how long it would have taken to get here with the train station closed right now. I really need a bath~ I want to get into the ofuro* and never get out…” ‘Now that I think about it the konbini should be on this street- Oh! There it is!’ Just In cue with her thoughts the lights of the store made their appearance on the way, lighting the sidewalk in front of it. Quickly, (Y/N) rode her bike to the main entrance and locked it on the little bike parking close to the automated door. After entering, (Y/N) took a shopping basket and was welcomed by the attendant at the cash register. ‘This place is quite large, maybe I can find all I need, ok, so the list say I need carrots, chicken breast, milk, pork cutlet and eggs, it’s not too much’ “Alright let’s get over with this so I can go home!” (Y/N) nimbly navigated through the store to get everything she needed to, along with some snacks and a bottle of Ramune soda to drink during the way home. After she got everything she needed (Y/N) made a beeline to the cash register to pay and leave. She gave her basket to the cashier who proceeded to scan the products, meanwhile (Y/N) busied herself looking other costumers entering and leaving on the convex mirror close to the door; an elderly man, two girls around the same age as her, a kid, Bakugou, another kid…wait-

‘Bakugou?!’

“Danm old hag running out of soy sauce at this fucking hour…” (Y/N) could hear him grumbling as he entered the store, sweating bullets at this point she mentally implore the cashier to hurry the hell up so she could leave before he noticed her presence. ‘Why did I have to grab so many snacks?!’

Unfortunately, the luck that seemed to stick to her the whole day decided to run away before she could do it first, because just in that moment Bakugou decided to take a detour to the manga display section that happened to be right at the side of the cash register. To put the cherry on the top, the Ramune bottle decided to rebel at that moment and refused to be scanned after the third failed try. “Oh, the code seems to be a bit blurred, let me bring another one to scan it” said the cashier. Before (Y/N) could oppose and just leave without the drink, the cashier girl disappeared at the back of the store where the cold drinks were.

‘Please, don’t notice me don’t notice me don’t notice me don’t notice me don’t notice me don’t-’

“The fuck are you doing here thief bitch?” Bakugou sneered

‘Goddamnit!’

“Oh, I don’t know, if we look at the evidence presented here, I’m standing at a convenience store’s cash register with a basket full of products that I’m about to pay for, so what do you think I’m doing here genius?”

“Don’t you smart mouth me idiot” Bakugou sneered.

“Don’t ask stupid questions then”

“You! -”

“I’m back! Sorry for the delay. So, your total would be ¥2738” (Y/N) slammed 3 bills of ¥1000 over the counter, took her bags and told the girl to keep the change before exiting the store.

“Oi thief bitch! Come back here! I’m not done with you!” Bakugou left the Shonen Jump magazine he was holding and went behind (Y/N).

“Oi! I’m talking to you bitc!-”

“Can you just shut up?! I have nothing to talk with you! And stop calling me ‘thief bitch’! I have a name you tared!” Bakugou stopped on his tracks a bit shocked by her reaction, and looked at her load the bike basket with her shopping bags and angrily unlocking the cable to hop on it. Hunching his posture and shoving his hands in his pockets he addressed her once more, this time more calmly.

“What’s your problem with me?”

(Y/N) stopped the bike making the rubbers screech against the ground before turning around to see Bakugou glaring at her. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me”

“If you mean that I completely dislike you and find you absolutely intolerable then yes, that’s my problem, well done Sherlock, can I go now?” (Y/N) turned her back to him with the intention of leave once and for all, but Bakugou had other plans. “What I said on class, what I said to Deku today, I mean it, Every. Single. Word. I’ll surpass All Might and become the strongest, richest and most powerful hero of all time, I don’t care what Deku or you do or think, I’ll crush you both.”

‘The nerve of this guy!’

A long pause took place after Bakugou’s statement, pleased with her silence the young male turned back to the konbini to buy the damn soy sauce his mother was nagging for and go home as well.

“You really are blind, aren’t you?”

“Hah?”

“You, like everybody else thinks that being a hero is all about recognition, fame, money, influence, power, right? Just because you have a powerful quirk you think you have what it takes to be a hero? You talk about surpass All Might yada yada all that crap. How are you supposed to be a hero and even more, exceed The Symbol of Peace himself when all you are is a bully? When you do nothing more than hurt and discourage, treating everybody like trash because you think you must be worshiped like a God who the Universe itself owns its very existence? Tell me Bakugou, you think that with how you are right now, one day when you try to rescue someone, can you guarantee that someone would take your hand? Trust in you blindly? Become a Symbol? You haven’t understood why All Might is the Number One Hero in the first place, it’s not all about fighting and kick everybody’s ass to oblivion. You may have been looking up to him all your life, and you still don’t understand.”

Bakugou looked at her astonished, how dare she to look down on him?! Of course he had all that it takes to be a hero and more! He is the Bakugou Katsuki! The next Number One Hero! Who wouldn’t want to be saved by him?! He is the best! He is a winn-

“If all you ever do is look down on people, you won’t be able to recognize your own weaknesses.”

“Weaknesses?! What fucking weakne?!-”

“Didn’t you mommy sent you to buy soy sauce? I bet she must be waiting.”

“Don’t change the damn subject!- Oi! get your ass back here!”

“You already made me waste a lifetime, and like I said, I have nothing to talk with you”

As (Y/N) got farther and farther she could hear Bakugou’s shouting being muffled by the distance.

“Ha, serves you right, asshole.”

✒A/N:

Did I invested 45 minutes of my life investigating the real prices in Japan of all the products in (Y/N)’s list to make the total amount as accurate as possible? Yes, yes I did. *cough*OCD*cough* ¥2738 are approximately $25.61.

*Uwabaki: They are a type of Japanese shoes worn indoors, at home, school or certain companies and public buildings where street shoes are prohibited.

*Ramune: Is a type of carbonated soft drink originally created and sold in Japan. It’s original taste is lime-lemon, very similar to a Sprite but sweeter and softer, it comes in a wide variety of yummy and weird flavors like bubble gum, melon, cola, curry or teriyaki. If you have the chance to find it give it a try, the original flavor is really good and open the bottle is really fun!

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Remember me pt . 8

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: Bakugou has to remind his wife why she married him after she loses all her memories of them ever meeting.

Pairing: Bakugou x OC

Notes: I was thinking of maybe doing some My Hero Academia requests? Idk life seems to be slowing down a little.

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“So what’s up with you and metalhead?” Kirishima asked as the heroes slowly rode the bus they had been given back to the large glass building. Bakugou, who had been peacefully resting, peeked an eye open glaring at the redhead who was smiling at him.

“Who?” The blonde knew who he was talking about. But he wasn't about to let Kirishima know he knew.

“The girl with the Gojra shirt.”

“Nothing.” eyes closed, head resting back angst the headrest as if that was the end of the conversation. However, with Kirishima it never was.

“You guys talked, did you get her number?”

That comment didn’t even deserve a response. Or the weird way his stomach clenched when it was asked.“No, why would I?”

“Because you like her” Kirishima poked him in the side or tried too but Bakugou swatted it away never opening his eyes.

“I don…”

“Tell me you at least you got her number.”

“Why do you care?” that one had a bit of a bite to it. A warning to back off.

“You didn’t! Bro…” disappointment lanced in the red head’s voice. As if Bakugou had just told him he was giving up on becoming number one or something. It was just some girl’s number.

“We are only here for a few more weeks--” Bakugou started to reason but was once again cut off.

“Oh look there she is, you can ask her out now.”

Bakuoug’s eyes opened looking out the window to see her talking to a few of her coworkers. Well, he assumed they were coworkers since she regularly talked to them. One of them, a guy, leaned forward annoying close to her to tell her something that made her laugh.

Something inside him made him hot. That same feeling he would get in high school when Deku would steal the spotlight. Would do something that would make everyone think he was better than he was. He wasn’t better. And neither was this guy.

As the bus stopped letting everyone out he walked out and stepped up to the group.

“Hey Olive”

She turned her face breaking into a smile as she saw him. “Hello, Bakugou. Beautiful weather isn’t it?” He knew her overly formal way of speaking was her lack of knowledge in the Japanese language but it still bothering him a little. She was obviously not a very formal person with her coworkers.

“I’m back for the weekend, I’m taking you to dinner.” Right to the point. He had never been one for small talk.

“I’m free Saturday,” she didn’t even bother asking where or when

“6 here,” he nodded. With the plans made he walked off not bothering -daring- to look back. However, he was able to catch that annoying guy ask about the interaction.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing important”

“It looked important,” one of the girls said her voice hitching in that weird squeak sound that girl would get when they were telling each other secrets.

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Bakugo was dealing with two issues that were making his life a living hell.

Ok maybe that was a little dramatic but… making his life hard

One was sleeping next to Olive.

Sleeping next to someone you are physically attracted to and have had an intimate relationship with before is normally fine but as the days wear on, your body starts to crave them. It’s as if no matter how much you remind your bain it's your body that you have to fight. It knows that the warm body next to it makes it feel so good. It wants those feelings again.

And it had been a while.

in fact, besides that odd mission that took longer than it should plus healing after this might be the longest they had ever gone without having sex.

His body burned next to hers and the fact that he couldn't touch her was slowly starting to eat him alive. He kept telling himself he was stronger than this. That he could keep his sexual urges at bay but in the dark of the night where all he could do was feel the warmth of her body surrounded by her scent, it was madding.

One night she had moaned in her sleep and reached out her fingers brushing his torso. So touched starved and horney he was wide awake in seconds and so hard it was almost painful.

He was getting in a lot more late-night workouts.

Which just lead to him being more tired and grumpy. Everything seemed to irritate him now.

Which led to his second problem

Trying to get everyone to show up at the same place at the same time.

Trying to organize his old classmates was like herding cats. Not only did the conversation derail at every glimmer of an opportunity but their lives were so busy just getting that many heroes to have a few hours off was near impossible.

It could also be partly (mostly) his fault. If he was being REALLY honest with himself. (Self refection seemed to be an ongoing theme since this whole fucking issue had happened.) Bakugou may not have really wanted them to be there. He hated the idea of everyone knowing what was going on in their marriage. Their problem was unique and kind of intimate and he hated the idea that somehow he may have failed Olive.

So he was dragging his feet.

That was until she came back from therapy with puffy red eyes unable to look at him. The moment she walked into the apartment he was instatly clued in knowing something was wrong because she didn’t even greet Dolemite who came crying up to her in excitement at her being home. He could hear her mumbling something and then a soft wet laugh.

Shit.

He was looking over the reports on her case again. Pouring over each detail as if something would pop out at him. There was still nothing -besides the American angle- that seemed to link the two of them. But he couldn’t give up, if he focused harder, kept looking something would popup.

Or that was what he was telling himself until something else demanded his attention. Something much worse walked into the living room. Olive, looking completely defeated.

“Oh shit” she mumbled, catching his gaze a look of surprise on her face, “ you're not at work?”

“No, I only went in for a few hours.” he decided now was not the time to work on her Japanese. The way she looked. It made him sick. He wanted to go right over to that therapist and pound him (or her) into the ground. How dare they make Olive cry like that.

Looking away she coughed, “I’m going to wash up” she mumbled wiping the back of her hand across her face.

“Ok” he watched her go as the door closed behind her he heard her let out a choked sob. It shot through him like a bullet. Worse than any punch he had ever taken. Worse than anything he had ever felt.

He had thought it was getting better.

Apparently not.

He knew he should just leave it. Just let her work out whatever leftover emotions she was dealing with from Therapy. She obviously wanted her privacy closing the door and not making eye contact with him. But he couldn’t help it. Getting up he walked up to the door leaning against it leaning against the door. His back to it trying to see if he could hear anything.

It was muffled but her voice was loud enough fro him to catch a few phrases.

“I can’t do this Lilly” her voice was soft. “I just want to be happy. I just want to stop missing him.”

“Do you think you were the all sunshine and roses the first time around?” Lilly was obviously on speaker muffled by the door. “You need to stop putting those impossible standards on yourself”

“But I’m not just hurting, I’m hurting him too.”

Him, she meant Bakugou. He frowned, his heart pounding. She was crying because she was hurting him. As if he needed to be protected. It was almost laughable

“He’ll get over it” was Lilly’s soft voice. “He’s a big boy”

Olive let out another sob saying something about unfair and something else he couldn’t make out. Bakugou’s fists clenched angrily, feeling them grow hot small pops erupting in his hands. He didn’t care if it was planned or not, he was going to find that memory querk guy and beat him to a bloody pulp for making Olive feel like this.

His phone vibrated and he looked down to See Kirishima saying he just got off.

Letting out a low growl he shot off a text to the group,

Whoever can make it show up the rest of you losers can just die.

Olive came out 10 mins later. She had washed her face and she looked much cleaner and less, distressed. Finding Bakugou on the couch she smiled waving at him.

“So I was thinking maybe we go out for dinner? Do something fun?” she looked as if she hadn’t just been having a mental breakdown in the bedroom. All smiles and sunshine. That was his girl. A fighter, never settling for anything less than the best. Nothing could keep her down for long.

“Well good because we are meeting some people for dinner and drinks.”

This time her smile reached her face as she lit up. “Really who!?! Is it Kirishima?” she quickly switched to the Japanese trying to get in as much practice as she could.

“ Among a few others yes,”

Letting out a squeal she turned, “What would I wear? Is it a nice dinner?”

“Cute, not fancy.” walking past her he lead her back into thei bedroom. Her bouncing behind him like a puppy into their shared closet all smiles and giggles. Grabbing a black dress that he loved her in he handed it to along with a red leather jacket.

“Thank you Katsuki,” she said looking at the clothes. Nodding he turned to grab his own outfit. He could hear her rushing toward the bathroom to change and probably put some makeup on.

“You have 30 minutes to get ready” he called after her as the phone in his pocket blew up with texts on who was coming and when they would be showing up.

Let’s just get this over with. He thought as he quickly changed going out to the bedroom he jumped onto the bed looking over the texts waiting for Olive to finish up. 45 minutes later Olive appeared. He was about to give her shit for taking so long but when he saw her standing there he just about had a heart attack.

Dressed in that cute little black dress he had forgotten how good it looked on her. Hugging each curve giving just enough cleavage to show off but not enough to be scandalous. The little heeled booties make her legs look amazing.

Oh god.

Her makeup was done all smokey and her hair had a bit of a messy curl in it giving her a bit of a rocker vibe. It took all his will power to not pull her onto the bed and just take her right there.

He wanted to so badly

“Too much? ” she asked fidgetting with the hem of her leather jacket. One he had gotten for her a few months ago after watching her admire it in a shop window.

“ No, ” he said, getting up, “ let’s go. ”

“I’m kind of nervous” she mumbled following him out. Her English words clean and clear giving off her true emotions.

“ You said you wanted this, ” he said looking at her continuing in Japanese so that she could get as much practice in. Their friends English ranged from ok to nonexistent so she needed to be ready, “ And it’s not like they don’t know you.”

“I just… yeah” she muttered her gaze looking away from him. He instantly regretted teasing her.

“ These are kids from UA, all proheros now. And they like you. ” he paused fighting back a smile at the memories of her meeting them all for the first time, “ Probably more than me. ”

“I doubt that ” was her response as she bit her upper lip.

“ Stop that, ” he said, shoving her slightly with his shoulder. She turned confused. “ Worrying ,” he pointed to his lip to indicate he saw what she was doing.

“ Ok .” she nodded as they walked, their hands kept brushing finally she just reached out grabbing his. He looked down at her fingers wove into this and he felt painfully aware of how it made him feel. How he wanted to just pull her closer to him. Take her away to somewhere quiet, alone. Make her remember him. Remind her body at least of how it loved him. But he didn’t just walking with her. Feeling like they were marching toward their death sentience.

His friends better behave.

To say Bakugou had two problems was putting it lightly

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