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𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bakugou x fem! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,835

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Hi! Love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a one shot about Bakugo and female reader? Where they’ve been dating for a while and they decide to tell the rest of the class (or someone finds them kissing?). *fluff* Thats all! You don’t have to of course.. I’ve never actually requested anything from anyone before <:3. Have a nice day (night?)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: bakugou and you have been dating for a few months but haven’t told the others. some of bakugou’s idiot, ‘friends’ finds the two of you at an amusement park and takes a few pictures to send to the group chat..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, a lot of fluff, horrible writing

𝐊𝐄𝐘:

꒰ 🌱 ꒱ - flashback

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + this is so long- i was dying while writing this, the struggle do be real (´；ω；`)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“watch where you’re going, brat.” bakugou pulls you closer to him by the waist, narrowly bumping into a stranger.

“i’m sorry, it’s kind of difficult with this giant bear in my hands.” you emphasize your point by thrusting the teddy bear in bakugou’s face.

bakugou scoffs and pushes the oversized plushie back, “if you don’t like it then just get rid of it.”

internally bakugou doesn’t want you to throw it away. he won it for you by playing one of those dumb booth games. at first he was against playing it but seeing how much you wanted that black teddy bear, he gave in.

in the end it was worth it because he got to see that look of pure admiration from you. he would never admit it, but it made his ego swell.

the worker who ran the game booth wasn’t so happy that bakugou completely wrecked one of the character stands. out of compensation, bakugou paid for the damage. (you convinced him to after a bit of arguing).

“no, i do like it, it’s just hard to hold..” you struggle to lift the teddy bear that is practically your size, higher so it doesn’t touch the ground. bakugou looks on, amused by your little problem.

“then give it to me, i don’t want to hear you complaining for another hour,” bakugou grumbles, opening his arms for the teddy bear. you give it to him and he slings it over his back like a backpack.

“don’t be so rough with mr. snuffles,” you chide, giving bakugou a light smack in the forearm.

“mr. snuffles? that’s a stupid name.” bakugou comments, clearly unaffected by your weak blow.

you pout at his remark and look away playfully. in your relationship you like to mess with bakugou. acting like a brat and not giving him any attention can make him surrender to you in mostly any situation.

bakugou sees this and groans quietly, “are we really doing this now?” bakugou’s shoulders slump when you don’t respond or even look at him.

part of him finds your little grumpy face to be adorable. it reminds him of a little spoiled child. (which you basically are when you are with him). your brows are slightly furrowed and your puffed out cheeks are tinted with a natural blush. you look like a mildly irritated chipmunk.

bakugou stops himself from smiling at his own thought and looks away from you. he knows what he has to do to gain your attention again.

“i’m sorry..” bakugou mumbles out. you barely catch onto it through all the bustling from others around the both of you.

“hm? what was that?” you urge him on, still looking away.

“i’m sorry, okay? mr. snuffles..isn’t a stupid name,” bakugou repeats his apology. it was almost painful for him to say the last part.

you take a glance at him and hold back a giggle. he looks so cute with his usual grouchy looking face. his face has a faint pink hue, barely visible by all the neon lights surrounding the two of you, and his eyes are focused forward.

the contrast between his muscular build and the giant fluffy teddy bear is quite endearing in a way. you would never think someone like bakugou would have such a cutesy plushie.

“mr. snuffles and i will accept your apology, but..” you trail off and advert your eyes for a second to add a dramatic effect, “you need to take a picture with us to really receive it.”

bakugou lets out a sigh, not even hiding it at this point, “fine, but only one picture.”

it took you a moment to really process what he said. the bakugou katsuki just allowed you to take a picture of him without any protest. are you dreaming?

excited now, the both of you settle in a spot where it’s less crowded and take the picture- or well pictures. yes, bakugou did say only one but you couldn’t help it. you want to capture this moment and look back at the pictures.

this is one out of many dates you’ve had with bakugou in the two months that you’ve been together. it is hard for him to make some time for you but he always manages to do it.

sense he attends u.a. he can only meet up with you on the weekends. sometimes he visits you after a school day if he isn’t training or busy. you know his schedule is pretty pact so you never complain about not spending every second with him. he wants to become a strong hero which is something you respect.

his dedication to becoming a hero and being a good boyfriend are both very high. you don’t attend any hero school because you personally don’t think you are cut out for it. being in the spotlight and working under pressure is something you just aren’t comfortable with.

you plan on simply living a normal life, graduating high school, continuing to work at your family owned florist shop, and maybe even partaking in an art related career. drawing isn’t something you think you are particularly good at but you would still like to try it out.

your quirk isn’t anything special. any emotion you feel can be shared with others. a sort of, ‘aura’ surrounds your body and the color depends on your mood. if you’re sad, others around you will feel sad too.

it surprises you how far you’ve both grown from the first time you met up till now. bakugou met you in your little florist shop.

꒰ 🌱 ꒱

he walks into the shop, looking somewhat paranoid as he observes all the flowers.

you stand behind the counter and busy yourself by arranging flowers that don’t need to be arranged. when you first lay eyes on bakugou you find his presence to be..odd. he looks brash and rough, someone that wouldn’t be shopping for flowers.

then again there are different types of people. you shouldn’t judge their personality by their looks. he is good looking and looks about your age. you wonder if a girl broke his hard exterior and made that scowl turn into a sweet smile. that could be why he’s here. finding a beautiful bouquet just for a little lover.

bakugou continues to look around, it becoming apparent that he’s having a mini dilemma. he doesn’t want to ask you for advice but he honestly doesn’t know what flowers to choose. stalling for a few more minutes, he finally brings up the energy to walk up to you.

“may i help you?” you stop organizing the flower displays and fully turn your attention to the ash blonde.

“can you..help me choose,” bakugou asks, almost reluctantly. his voice is raspy and low but it suits him.

“of course, what is the occasion for? a lover perhaps?” you surmise, eyeing a cute gift bag in one of his hands. it was see through so you could make out a heart shaped package inside. maybe chocolates?

the blonde suppresses a gag at your words and the heat creeping up his cheeks. he roughly corrects you, “no, it’s for..something else.”

you don’t believe him but urge him to be more specific, “and what is this, ‘something else’ ?”

bakugou shifts in his spot, his face only growing warmer. he doesn’t want to admit why he’s here, in a damn flower shop but what else can he do? he shouldn’t have come in the first place..

“..it’s for my mother’s birthday.” bakugou finally spits out. instead of looking away like he wanted to, he stares straight at you with glaring red eyes, daring you to laugh at him.

you didn’t expect that answer. who knew someone like him would be a mommy’s boy? quit judging people (y/n), it’s not nice.

“what’s your mother’s favorite color? would she like a big bouquet or a small one?”

“how am i supposed to know that??”

now bakugou really wishes he hadn’t come to this stupid shop. he only came because he knew it was a small shop where he probably won’t be spotted by any of his crappy classmates from school. it had great reviews online and looked good enough of a place to come. he didn’t know he’d need to know stuff like his mother’s favorite color to pick simple flowers.

“aren’t you close with your mother? isn’t that why you are giving her a gift?”

the blonde silently fumes at your questions, irritated that you aren’t just suggesting some flowers that he can buy and get the hell out of the shop faster.

“that’s none of your business, now are you going to help or not??” bakugou’s voice increases in volume. he looks quite red in the face from his growing impatience.

“well, it would help if you knew some of her preferences,” you look away from him and lightly brush your fingers over some flower petals near you, “and to think i thought you were a momma’s boy.”

you know teasing costumers is highly inappropriate but you can’t help yourself. the boy just looks so cute when he’s mad.

“huh? what the hell did you call me??” bakugou’s voice booms in the small shop. his face a bright red after being riled up. who do you think you are calling him a momma’s boy?

you crack a smile at the angry boy and continue on talking, “maybe we should focus on meanings..what kind of message would you like to give through flowers?”

“how about, ‘you are annoying and should stop being a hag.’” bakugou sarcastically says, following up with a dry smile.

you give a disapproving look and tsk, “that isn’t very nice to say about your mother..but maybe pink lilies? they symbolize prosperity and abundance.” you point to the bouquets of lilies.

he takes a look but shakes his head, “no, they’re ugly.”

“how about snapdragons? they signify strength and graciousness.”

“no, those are ugly too.”

“then what flowers do you find not ugly? you aren’t exactly giving me any sort of information to help you.” you let some tone slip through to really show that you are serious. this boy truly is an enigma. first he gives you nothing to hang on to and now he’s being picky?

“something..that doesn’t make a lot of mess.” bakugou isn’t sure what he’s really looking for. he has no clue about flowers. the only reason he even decided to get them was because his mother would probably talk his ears off for not getting any for her.

“hmm, what is your mother like? like what is her personality? is she calm? kind?”

“she’s loud and irritating.”

“pink hydrangeas are out of the way because they could be messy..what do you think of pink tulips? they don’t have many petals and are very pretty. they express happiness and confidence. if she’s anything like you, this could be a good message.” you gesture to the flowers you mention.

“what do you mean, ‘if she’s anything like me?’” bakugou is taken aback by your backhanded..compliment? he isn’t even sure what that was. you have some bite in you for a girl that looks fairly nice on the outside.

“you have a very confident..aura, i’m not sure how to explain it. i think it’s part of my quirk but i’m not sure.”

now that piqued his interest a bit. what would your quirk be? and why is my face getting warm?? probably something weak sense you don’t seem like the type to attend a hero school. then again..deku didn’t seem like the type either. bakugou stops his train of thought from spiraling down further. he doesn’t need to know useless stuff like that. he’s only here for one thing and that’s shitty flowers.

he studies the flowers and makes his decision. “these are fine..”

you nod and prepare the bouquet slowly. to be honest, work has been going slow and it’s rare for a cute boy your age to come by. old people and young couples usually come by every few hours.

bakugou, although a little irritating, is enjoyable to be around. (and tease). you really don’t want him to go and let you suffer another few hours of loneliness.

once the bouquet is done you give it to him after he pays for it.

“it was really nice meeting you even if you did give me some trouble, momma’s boy. happy birthday to your mother,” you grin, teasing him once more.

“..stop calling me that, my name is bakugou, flower girl.” bakugou doesn’t know why your smile makes him feel strange or why he even told you his name but it doesn’t matter now. he won’t ever see you and your dumb face again.

꒰ 🌱 ꒱

for some reason bakugou just couldn’t get you out of his head after that.

when he returned home and thrusted his gifts in his mother’s face, his mother was surprised by the gesture and even started to tear up. it was awkward..especially the part where she trapped him in a death hug.

she placed the bouquet in a clear vase with some water in the living room. whenever bakugou walks passed it he remembers you. what’s so special about you? you don’t have a flashy quirk, you don’t look like you go to u.a. or any other hero school..

you’re pretty, have a nice voice, and a good sense of humor. (at least he thinks so from the short interaction). you don’t act like a total pushover and stood up when he was annoying you. wait, why am i thinking about this??

bakugou visited your flower shop two days after that. he made excuses to come by and bought flowers when he didn’t need to. his mother grew curious at bakugou’s sudden interest in flowers so she questioned him like any mother would.

that ended with his mother having a suspicion that her own son has a secret lover. she was thrilled by the possibility and urged her son to invite her over one day. (bakugou scoffed at the idea but on the inside his heart was pounding).

he did end up spending more time with you and going on official dates. the differences between the both of you are what keeps you two inseparable.

a few feet from the two of you stood three idiots.

“that is bakugou!”

“then who’s the girl??”

“it looks like his girlfriend.”

kaminari zooms in on bakugou and you with his phone, taking a few pictures when the two of you stop walking. he looks back at them with kirishima and sero.

“she’s pretty cute,” kaminari comments, looking at the pictures closer.

“dude, you shouldn’t say that! she’s bakugou’s,” kirishima scowls, hitting the blonde upside the head.

“ow! i’m sorry, but it’s true, isn’t it?”

“...”

“yeah.”

“to be honest, i would never expect bakugou to have a girlfriend, let alone a girl like that.” sero says, pointing at you in the picture to emphasis his point.

“yeah, she does look really soft, in a good way.” kirishima agrees.

“that sounds creepy..” the raven haired boy gives kirishima a disgusted face. kirishima’s eyes widen after registering his words.

“no! i-i didn’t mean it that way, i swear!” the red haired boy waves his hands frantically in front of him as if that could help ward off his odd words.

“we should tell the others in the group chat! they have to know about this!” kaminari swipes his phone from the other two and texts the group chat.

“wait! but isn’t bakugou going to get mad? i don’t think it’s a good idea..” kirishima tries to pull the phone away from kaminari but kaminari keeps dodging him.

“no, he won’t be if we just keep it a secret. everything will be fine.” kaminari waves him off and sends the pictures as proof.

“i don’t know about this..” sero rubs the back of his neck nervously, practically feeling all the bad things that will unfold from this.

the next day bakugou enters his homeroom and notices something is off. everyone quiets down and stares at him as if he’s some sort of alien. what the fuck?

he glares back at them and they back off, continuing their chatter from before but more hushed.

“hey, bakubro, do you wanna hangout after school? maybe we can practice training together again. it’s been awhile,” kirishima inquires subtly as he walks up to the blonde’s desk.

“no, i have shit to do. train by yourself, i’ll just keep beating your ass like before and you’ll barely improve.” bakugou brushes him off dismissively.

“aww! come onnn, bro. i’ll be sure to show more progress. i have gotten better at my blocks and reflexes.” the red head whines and places his hand on bakugou’s shoulder, leaning down to be eye level with bakugou’s sitting form.

bakugou jerks his body away from kirishima and lets out an annoyed growl. “can you shut up?? i said, i don’t want to. i have things to do.”

kirishima backs off, facing his palms forward in surrender, “alright, alright, i’m sorry man.”

test one, complete. bakugou usually is up to training with kirishima but nowadays he has been putting them off or not even mentioning training with him. kirishima never thought much of it until now. it would make sense if bakugou has been spending his time after school with his girl. then again, he could just be doing something else important after school..

hero basic training class comes around and everyone has to change in the locker room.

“do you guys smell that?” mineta looks around, sniffing the air.

“smell what? sweat?” sero continues to change into his uniform, paying the short boy little attention.

“no, no. it..smells like perfume, girl perfume.” he wanders around the locker room and starts to sniff things like a bloodhound. the others besides bakugou look on with judgement.

mineta walks up to bakugou and sniffs his uniform he’s still wearing without thinking, rubbing his nose on it once he takes a good whiff.

“what the fuck are you doing?? get the hell off of me, midget!” bakugou pushes the short boy away from him, seething with rage.

“that perfume..it’s, ‘midnight love’ miss midnight’s own perfume! you use it too bakugou?” mineta doesn’t bother trying to sit up, too dazed by the smell of his favorite perfume.

“i don’t wear that crap. some shitty girl sprayed it everywhere in the halls and it got on me, okay??” bakugou carries on with changing into his costume more aggressively, avoiding everyone.

this wasn’t one of the tests but it still works. the perfume on bakugou could be his girlfriend’s. he does seem more aggressive and defensive than usual too.

“you aren’t eating school lunch? that’s new,” kirishima comments, eyeing the black bento in front of bakugou.

bakugou ignores him and opens his bento, disregarding the lid next to him. just as he’s about to dig into his food, kaminari speaks.

“hey, what’s this?” the sparky blonde picks the lid up and turns it around so the inside faces him. there was a note taped on it and written in pink marker.

‘i hope you enjoy it ~╰(*´︶`*)╯♡’

“your mother is caring, making you delicious looking food for lunch.” kirishima observes bakugou’s reaction to his words closely.

the short tempered blonde takes the lid back and turns it so the note isn’t visible anymore. “don’t touch my stuff and can you guys let me eat for a fucking second??”

test number..two? three? successful. bakugou’s mom doesn’t seem like the type to make bakugou food, otherwise she would have done that at the beginning of the school year. this must be bakugou’s girl’s doing.

after spending some time with you, bakugou returns to the dorm. in his head he prays that he can hide in his room without anyone stopping him but luck is not on his side.

“hey, bakugou! you are finally- wait, is that a flower in your hair?” kaminari points at the flower with a slight smirk on his face.

“oohhh, does bakugou have a girlfriend or something?” mina gushes, smiling brightly.

“bakugou having a girlfriend? that doesn’t sound realistic.” tsuyu bluntly states.

“if bakugou does have a..girlfriend then she must be just as short tempered as him.” todoroki (surprisingly) adds.

bakugou pulls the flower from his hair and crushes it in his clenched fist. “can you guys shut the fuck up? what’s with you all? why are you guys fucking ganging up on me? you’ve all been acting so damn weird since the beginning of the day.” bakugou snaps, done with everyone’s relentless teasing.

everyone shuts up and flinches at bakugou’s scalding temper. kirishima slowly raises his hand, stopping himself from shrinking back when bakugou’s vermillion eyes focus on him.

“uh..explain. ‘ganging up’ ?”

bakugou lets out an animalistic snarl, ready to pounce on the red head.

“ah- okay..w-we, kaminari, sero, and i may have been at the amusement park yesterday and spotted you with a..girl.” kirishima quickly explains, holding his hands up in front of him to block any potential attacks his way.

“a-and you can’t deny it because we have pictures for proof..” kaminari pulls out his phone and clumsily shows bakugou the photos he took without consent.

“you guys took fucking pictures?? delete them, now.” the fuming blonde takes a step closer to kaminari, swiping his hand up to try and snatch the phone away.

kaminari lets out a girly shriek, squirming away from him and using sero’s lanky form as a shield.

“k-kacchan, please calm down, we are v-very sorry for-“

“shut your damn mouth, deku. don’t tell me to calm down. you guys were fucking nosy and took pictures of us. whether i have a girlfriend or not is none of your business.” bakugou yells, storming out of the living room afterwards.

as soon as bakugou enters his room he slams the door shut roughly and falls onto his bed face first.

“stupid fucking, extras..” the angered boy breathes out, still all riled up. he takes one of his pillows and presses it up to his face to stifle the screams he let out.

how dare they? taking fucking pictures of us..(y/n) isn’t going to be happy about this. fuck.

sitting up, he throws the pillow to the side and takes his phone out, scrolling through his contacts until he gets to yours. his thumb lingers above your name briefly before pressing it.

bakugou shifts on his bed so he can sit with his legs crossed, waiting anxiously as his phone rings. his face looks so red and his hair looks unkempt in the camera. he really does look like a mess.

the ringing stops, somehow making bakugou’s heart speed up faster.

“suki? are you okay? what’s wrong?”

hearing that familiar nickname you gave him soothes him significantly. just hearing your voice and seeing you again calms him. of course you’d know something is up just by a first glance.

“no..”

“come on, you look like you just fought with a bear. i know that face too, you can’t lie to me.”

“i don’t look that bad.” bakugou pushes his hair back from his eyes with one hand and huffs.

“sure, sweetie.” you give him a mock smile, soaking in his disheveled look. he still looks attractive even if his skin matches a tomato right now.

the corner of bakugou’s lips quirk but he quickly drops it at remembering the reason to why he even called you in the first place.

“i need to tell you something..”

“hm? what is it?”

“i..they know. i’m sorry.” bakugou murmurs.

“what do you mean?” you look at bakugou with concern. it’s rare for bakugou to ever apologize so this must be serious.

“my dumbass classmates saw us during our date yesterday and took pictures. now they all know and will probably bug me to meet you..” bakugou’s chest constricts with guilt when he can practically feel your growing anxiety through the screen.

you mull over his words before speaking, “..it’s okay, maybe i should meet them. we’ve been together for a few months now. it’s better if we just get this over with than wait for who knows how long until i think i’m ready.”

“are you sure? you don’t need to do shit if you still aren’t ready to meet them.” bakugou didn’t expect this. during your relationship bakugou learned that you have an aversion to socializing with big groups of people. so you two settled with an agreement that you don’t have to meet any of his friends until you were ready.

“i..think i’ll be okay. i’m sure.”

bakugou and you made up a plan on when you should meet them and the place. the both of you settled with meeting them tomorrow after school at a big mall.

“i’ll see you then, goodnight, suki, love you.” you pucker you’re lips at him, bakugou’s face flares up at your gesture and words.

“night, love you too, brat.”

bakugou stays in his room for a little while, his anger finally leaving his body. he sort of regrets organizing a meet up because he’s afraid that his classmates will scare you away. (how ironic..).

he leaves his room to walk towards the living area. he could hear the others arguing in not so hushed voices just behind the corner.

“this is all your fault kami, i told you it was a bad idea!”

“shut it! you still went along with poking him during the day!”

“i feel like bakugou wouldn’t have snapped if todoroki hadn’t said anything..”

“i didn’t say anything wrong though?”

“you guys are shitty at whispering.”

everyone stops talking at the sound of bakugou’s voice. it took only a second for them to unfreeze and apologize profusely to him. (besides some..).

“ahh, bakugou, we’re really sorry for invading your privacy! we won’t do it again, we promise!” kirishima kneels on the floor in front of bakugou, his hands forming a prayer.

“i deleted the photos, please don’t kill me in my sleep!” kaminari joins kirishima, crying comically large tears.

“please forgive us, i told kaminari it wasn’t a good idea but-“

“can you guys quit being fucking wimps??” bakugou hits kirishima and kaminari on the top of their heads, causing the two to groan in pain. “she would like to meet you all tomorrow after school. i’ll send the location on where we all are meeting up. you guys better not be fucking late.”

there is a variety of reactions. some are ecstatic, others are neutral, and a few are indifferent.

“wait, really?? i can’t wait to meet her!” mina cheers with toru, uraraka, and the other girls.

“this is surprising..but i’ll take it! i bet she’ll look even cuter up close!” kaminari exclaims, smiling nervously when bakugou glowers at him. “o-of course i won’t do anything! she’s all yours.”

“is she really a babe? now i really gotta see her in person!” mineta drools at the scenarios in his head, swooning.

“don’t even think about pulling anything you damn dwarf. before you guys meet her you all need to follow this one rule. don’t act like shit heads. i don’t want you all scaring her away with your stupidity.” bakugou warns them.

“we promise to not scare her away!”

“how do you feel?”

“i’m a little nervous..” you admit, fiddling with your poofy sleeves.

“i can tell, your aura is grey.” bakugou rubs your forearm and pulls you closer to him by the arm he has slung around your shoulders.

you look down at your hands and notice that he’s right. sometimes when you feel a strong emotion you can’t stop yourself from activating your quirk.

“we can ditch them if you still aren’t ready.” bakugou suggests, a despicable smile grows on his face.

you shake your head, denying the idea. “no, i still want to go through with this.”

the others arrive and act pretty rowdy. they seem intimidating..

“wow! so you’re bakugou’s girlfriend? you’re too pretty for him!” mina gushes over you, eyeing you up and down with bright eyes.

“i hope we can be friends, my name is uraraka ochako! what’s your name?”

“you have awesome style!”

“it’s so nice to meet you officially!”

“can you guys back off? do you all not remember the fucking rule i mentioned yesterday?” bakugou intercepts all the greetings when he notices your aura turning a dark black. he pulls you closer to him protectively and rubs your back lightly to hopefully calm you down.

“w-we’re so sorry! we didn’t mean to upset you!” uraraka apologizes, the others follow.

you eventually relax at their presence and gradually grew comfortable with them as you all decide to shop together. bakugou won’t admit it but he does feel satisfied knowing that the others know you are his now.

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