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𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ↣ twenty six: exactly what it means

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when bakugou does better than you in your area of expertise, it’s hard to accept defeat. so what do you do? try to outdo him. OR in which you are a baker on youtube and bakugou makes you look bad at what you do so you prove that you are better than him— or well, at least you try to.

✦ fun facts:

↣ y/n holds grudges but somehow she can't really not forgive bakugou

↣ against popular belief, bakugou actually knows how to apologize when he knows he's wrong

↣ kaminari actually feels sorry for causing the whole thing, and he was planning on helping y/n and bakugou make up

✦ note: yayayay another update!! slowly but surely!!! <33 lmk what you think!! thoughts! comments! theories!

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𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ↣ twenty six: exactly what it means

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when bakugou does better than you in your area of expertise, it’s hard to accept defeat. so what do you do? try to outdo him. OR in which you are a baker on youtube and bakugou makes you look bad at what you do so you prove that you are better than him— or well, at least you try to.

✦ fun facts:

�� y/n holds grudges but somehow she can't really not forgive bakugou

↣ against popular belief, bakugou actually knows how to apologize when he knows he's wrong

↣ kaminari actually feels sorry for causing the whole thing, and he was planning on helping y/n and bakugou make up

✦ note: yayayay another update!! slowly but surely!!! <33 lmk what you think!! thoughts! comments! theories!

✦ taglist closed! (bolded users can’t be tagged)

✦ taglist: @reblogs-of-things-i-like @txxrxng @bakuh0e @happyxcactus @pastelkitten615 @zyxys1 @pasteldaze @heroacademiafan @cassidy-blossom @lizzujuu @nerdynstoned @bkgstsukki @loxbbg @ajestice @b-kitcat20 @ak-may @awkward-youtube-trash @m-arahuyowrites @disaster-rose @cowboy-doll @catzula @httppbaby @turn-diamonds-into-snow @chxcolxtemilk @nk-echi @spicy-therapist-mom @honestlyimace @iforgotthemelody @whyamihere-bro @honeygiavanna @totally-not-bakus-hoe @yeonatingz @shintaroo @bucky-blogs @denkis-slut @hot-pocket01 @cha1babyy @je-suis-argent-miel @calumsfringe @princess00wifi @knmsapplepi @lowlywench @strawb3rry-babe @apollosdumbasschild @astroninaaa @cutekindacrazy @ilovesupersoldiers @someweirdshitman @myherotrashbin @roxybefab @thathoneybee3 @fxirylightsx @arielanguiiano @bxstboy-tetsu @d3ad-b3at-b1tch @killuaz0ldick @ouijaeater15 @whywontyousaveme @the-asian-way​ @imsofabforyou @starry-yui @angelofdarkness1020

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how do you think drunk or tipsy aizawa acts ?? ehrjdje i’m thinking he gets clingy 🙇🏽‍♀️

oooo i think he’d get clingy but like, the soft n cute type of clingy. not the annoying type (if that makes sense???hdhdshhs)

LIKE. he’s so sweet. so nice with all his compliments and his soft kisses and big big warm hugs 🥺 don’t get me wrong!! when he’s sober he does all of those things too but it’s usually more reserved. kind of like him holding back so he doesn’t look like a sap.

at the annual dinner party for UA staff he drinks one too many and then,, he’s suddenly all up in your space; an arm around your waist while you stand in the crowd listening to the conversation around you, not letting go until he absolutely needs to. and when you get home after the party he’d insist on just sitting down on your couch while he holds you. he says he needs to sober up a little but when you try to grab him a cup of water he’d whine and complain from the loss of your touch.

“no, don’t leave,” he’d mutter, burying his nose in your hair, arms tightening around you as you sit on his lap. “you’re so soft, baby. so warm. my perfect angel.” he’d continue to keep you in his lap with his big and strong arms around you until you tell him you really have to pee. only then he lets you go but he’s grumbling and whining the whole time.

AND i also think drunk aizawa would want your attention on him and only him. like. think of a cat wanting pets and he’s just so 😩😩 after said dinner party and getting home, while you do your night time routine he’d be waiting on your bed calling out your name every 2 minutes then once he realizes that your skincare routine takes wayyy too long (for drunk him anyway) he’d trudge into the bathroom and wrap his arms around you from the back and pepper soft kisses along your neck.

“you’re taking too long,” he’d mumble, resting his head against your shoulder.

“i’m almost done, bub. you wait on the bed for me, yeah?” you’d chuckle at his state. your man wrapped around you like a blanket, a small pout on his lips.

“but i want head scratches,” he’d groan softly and you can’t help but smile at both of your reflection in the mirror.

when you finally get to bed you’d be the big spoon, softly running your fingers through his hair and he’s just so so soft 🤲🏼 he’d sigh in contentment and complain when you stop playing with his hair. he’d snuggle against your chest and listen to the steady beat of your heart and he just melts. he’d already be half asleep but he would still be mumbling sweet nothings against your skin.

“‘m the luckiest man ‘n the world,” he’d say, voice thick and full of fatigue. “you’re the best thing ‘n m’life, baby. you’re s’good to me, my pretty angel.”

“i’m lucky to have you, too,” you’d giggle, pressing a kiss on his forehead. he’d lift his head up then, signalling for a proper kiss with a pout. and you do, you give him a sweet kiss on the lips and he’d smile all sloppy n crooked n just so him.

“pretty angel,” he’d repeat, eyes half closed and his smile still on his lips. “perfect angel.”

IN CONCLUSION im love him 🥺🤲🏼

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THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHH

almost (love/hate)

✦ summary:

Aizawa Shouta loves you. Aizawa Shouta hates almosts.

✦ pairing: aizawa x gn!reader ✦ warnings: angst ✦ word count: 922 words

✦ note: i started writing this a longggg time ago and i finally decided to finish it n_n

Shouta Aizawa does not use the word “love” lightly.

It’s a heavy word, love. It holds too much meaning, too much pain.

When he saw you sitting on his kitchen counter, tipsy from wine night, animatedly talking about how koalas do in fact have fingerprints, he knew then that he loved you.

He loves the way you laugh out loud while you scroll away on your Instagram feed, rushing to his side in mere seconds to show him the meme you just saw. “Look, babe!” You would giggle, shoving your phone close to his face. A little too close, he thinks, but he finds that doesn’t mind.

He loves the way you scrunch up your nose when you can’t quite get a recipe right. “Too salty,” you would mumble to yourself, shuffling around the kitchen to fix the dish. Aizawa made sure to tell you that he loved dinner that night.

He loves the way you make sure that he always has an extra pack of eye drops with him - you know how forgetful he gets in the morning. She knows me too well, he thought to himself.

He loves that you listen to him talk about his students. The way you remember the tiniest details in his stories that you end up feeling like you knew them personally.

He loves the way you get excited when you see a dog in the street, tugging on his hand as you say, “Look, Shou! The dog’s so tiny, it’s so cute!” He thinks you’re cute.

He loves the way you cling onto him in the morning, the sun barely peeking out as his alarm sets off. Loves the way you grumble “five more minutes”, burying your face on his chest. “I gotta get to work, baby,” he chuckles, but his arms tighten around you nonetheless. He was seven minutes late to work that day. Aizawa knew it was worth it if it meant he got to hold you a little longer.

He loves the way you love. Passionately and fiercely, willing to put him first before anyone else. You protect the ones that you love, sometimes forgetting that you need protecting too. You were always too selfless.

Love holds too much power, too much effort. But with you, love comes easy.

Shouta Aizawa does not use the word “hate” lightly. It’s a heavy word, hate. It holds too much meaning, too much pain.

He hates it when you fight. He’s so used to having you close to him that he finds himself reaching for you in the dark under the sheets, content with just feeling your warmth against him.

He hates summer. It gets too hot to sleep in his sleeping bag at work and he wishes it was winter instead. At least then you’d cuddle with him and enjoy each other’s company.

He hates extra paperwork. It takes too much time and all he can think about is getting home to you and your warm hug.

He hates unskippable ads on YouTube. He just wants to show you this cute video that he’s sure you would love.

He hates crowded buses and trains. He can’t stand too many people around him standing too close to his personal space.

He hates the disturbance of his routine. He detests the unexpected change to a planned out day. Change meant interruption, interruption of the steady flow of your daily lives, the unnecessary disruption of the peace you grew comfortable with.

He hates almosts. Because almost meant you were good, just not good enough. It meant that you were at the brink of something wonderful but fell short, just at the edge of greatness. It meant you tried so damn hard to fight but you only almost won, that he was too little too late.

You almost made it.

Almost.

Hate holds too much meaning, too much pain. With you, he thinks the word isn't enough to describe the mountain of emotions he feels.

He loves you. He hates that he’s alone.

He loves you. He hates that he wasn’t able to protect you the way you wanted to protect him.

He loves you. He hates the malicious villain who took you away from him.

He loves you. He hates himself for not being fast enough, strong enough - strong enough to keep fighting, strong enough to keep himself from breaking down at the silence that surrounds him when he’s alone.

He loves you. He hates that his routine used to be filled with little pieces of you, and now, nothing. Now it’s just him and the thoughts that plagued his mind at night.

He loves you. He hates the YouTube recommendations of cute dog compilations when he opens the app.

He loves you. He hates the sound of his alarm clock because it means another day has passed without you sleeping beside him, another day to face without you in his life.

He loves you. He hates that he doesn’t come home to the sound of you cooking in his kitchen.

He loves you. He hates almosts. You almost made it, almost opened your eyes, almost smiled at him and said you love him. He almost had you back in his arms. You almost made it, but you fell short right in front of him, right at the edge of happiness. You fell right before the man who wanted to give you the world.

He loves you. And sometimes, when he remembers you and your laugh, he almost feels at peace. He almost feels okay.

Almost.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ thank you for reading! <3 ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

✦note: lmk what u think!! i didn't think it was angsty enough but hopefully i succeeded in making u feel something u,u

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almost (love/hate)

✦ summary:

Aizawa Shouta loves you. Aizawa Shouta hates almosts.

✦ pairing: aizawa x gn!reader ✦ warnings: angst ✦ word count: 922 words

✦ note: i started writing this a longggg time ago and i finally decided to finish it n_n

Shouta Aizawa does not use the word “love” lightly.

It’s a heavy word, love. It holds too much meaning, too much pain.

When he saw you sitting on his kitchen counter, tipsy from wine night, animatedly talking about how koalas do in fact have fingerprints, he knew then that he loved you.

He loves the way you laugh out loud while you scroll away on your Instagram feed, rushing to his side in mere seconds to show him the meme you just saw. “Look, babe!” You would giggle, shoving your phone close to his face. A little too close, he thinks, but he finds that doesn’t mind.

He loves the way you scrunch up your nose when you can’t quite get a recipe right. “Too salty,” you would mumble to yourself, shuffling around the kitchen to fix the dish. Aizawa made sure to tell you that he loved dinner that night.

He loves the way you make sure that he always has an extra pack of eye drops with him - you know how forgetful he gets in the morning. She knows me too well, he thought to himself.

He loves that you listen to him talk about his students. The way you remember the tiniest details in his stories that you end up feeling like you knew them personally.

He loves the way you get excited when you see a dog in the street, tugging on his hand as you say, “Look, Shou! The dog’s so tiny, it’s so cute!” He thinks you’re cute.

He loves the way you cling onto him in the morning, the sun barely peeking out as his alarm sets off. Loves the way you grumble “five more minutes”, burying your face on his chest. “I gotta get to work, baby,” he chuckles, but his arms tighten around you nonetheless. He was seven minutes late to work that day. Aizawa knew it was worth it if it meant he got to hold you a little longer.

He loves the way you love. Passionately and fiercely, willing to put him first before anyone else. You protect the ones that you love, sometimes forgetting that you need protecting too. You were always too selfless.

Love holds too much power, too much effort. But with you, love comes easy.

Shouta Aizawa does not use the word “hate” lightly. It’s a heavy word, hate. It holds too much meaning, too much pain.

He hates it when you fight. He’s so used to having you close to him that he finds himself reaching for you in the dark under the sheets, content with just feeling your warmth against him.

He hates summer. It gets too hot to sleep in his sleeping bag at work and he wishes it was winter instead. At least then you’d cuddle with him and enjoy each other’s company.

He hates extra paperwork. It takes too much time and all he can think about is getting home to you and your warm hug.

He hates unskippable ads on YouTube. He just wants to show you this cute video that he’s sure you would love.

He hates crowded buses and trains. He can’t stand too many people around him standing too close to his personal space.

He hates the disturbance of his routine. He detests the unexpected change to a planned out day. Change meant interruption, interruption of the steady flow of your daily lives, the unnecessary disruption of the peace you grew comfortable with.

He hates almosts. Because almost meant you were good, just not good enough. It meant that you were at the brink of something wonderful but fell short, just at the edge of greatness. It meant you tried so damn hard to fight but you only almost won, that he was too little too late.

You almost made it.

Almost.

Hate holds too much meaning, too much pain. With you, he thinks the word isn't enough to describe the mountain of emotions he feels.

He loves you. He hates that he’s alone.

He loves you. He hates that he wasn’t able to protect you the way you wanted to protect him.

He loves you. He hates the malicious villain who took you away from him.

He loves you. He hates himself for not being fast enough, strong enough - strong enough to keep fighting, strong enough to keep himself from breaking down at the silence that surrounds him when he’s alone.

He loves you. He hates that his routine used to be filled with little pieces of you, and now, nothing. Now it’s just him and the thoughts that plagued his mind at night.

He loves you. He hates the YouTube recommendations of cute dog compilations when he opens the app.

He loves you. He hates the sound of his alarm clock because it means another day has passed without you sleeping beside him, another day to face without you in his life.

He loves you. He hates that he doesn’t come home to the sound of you cooking in his kitchen.

He loves you. He hates almosts. You almost made it, almost opened your eyes, almost smiled at him and said you love him. He almost had you back in his arms. You almost made it, but you fell short right in front of him, right at the edge of happiness. You fell right before the man who wanted to give you the world.

He loves you. And sometimes, when he remembers you and your laugh, he almost feels at peace. He almost feels okay.

Almost.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ thank you for reading! <3 ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

✦note: lmk what u think!! i didn't think it was angsty enough but hopefully i succeeded in making u feel something u,u

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Happy birthday, Shōta   ♡

(little experiment I did painting over one of my inktobers)

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Whatever you do

Don't think about aizawa

Tying you up with his binding cloth so he can do whatever he wants to you

cryinf shaking screaming throwing up sobbing ……. that man doesn’t even need to use those on me i’d gladly let him treat me like a whore anytime anywhere

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cry for me ➳ e. jaeger

day 7 ➼ dacryphilia

⤷ { nothing satisfies eren more than seeing you smile, and he resolves to make sure no one makes you cry. that is, until he’s the one responsible for your tears. }

wc: 1.9k

tags/warnings: smut, 18+ (mdni !!), fem!reader, dacryphilia, somewhat established relationship, eren’s a bit of a menace at the end but we love him 💀 

a/n: well, well, well, if it isn’t my overwhelming eren brainrot over the past several weeks manifesting itself into a whole fic 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️ is2g i’m never going to escape i might as well call myself a certified eren stan atp DKJSDJKFKJXDKJDCFV 😭 in my head eren is the kinda guy that will get on ur damn nerve sometimes and get away with it bc he’s cute and i rlly tried to portray that here LMAO,,, hope y’all enjoy bc something’s telling me this will be far from my last eren fic 😳

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aizawa has a fat pp i just know it

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someone would comment "sorry can you do that again" under a video of him splitting a thick piece of lumber and he'd make a video reply of him deadass just flexing his arms like a manwhore

do yall know that one lumberjack dude on tiktok who posts thirst traps bc i feel like if aizawa ever goes viral on tiktok he'd be that type of mf

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do yall know that one lumberjack dude on tiktok who posts thirst traps bc i feel like if aizawa ever goes viral on tiktok he'd be that type of mf

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The DRAMA! The HEARTBREAK! Ik you said you were unsure about how the latest chapter of sweet nothings came out but *chefs kiss*

AHHHH thank you <33 the reason why i said that was bc i felt like it lacked the drama i was shooting for but i’m happy it did !! :DD

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@kiristanfirsthuman2nd @the-annoyingone @boosyboo9206 @doggonudes @sergeant102105 @pixelwisp @clumsy-writing-rdb @captaincyberqueen @whyralltheusernamestaken @that-chick212 @amaejiki @lilluna12 @larkspyrr @thesleepysphinx @pinkisaverycutecolor @sukifics @midnighttflowers @ep-ip-ha-ny @larkspyrr @mybigredclifforddick @dumbnojutsu @ktzuki @fandomsgotmefucked @sorrowfulfragmentation @levylovegood @theycallme-becky

𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

↣ twenty five: oh.

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when bakugou does better than you in your area of expertise, it’s hard to accept defeat. so what do you do? try to outdo him. OR in which you are a baker on youtube and bakugou makes you look bad at what you do so you prove that you are better than him— or well, at least you try to.

✦ note: i feel like this didn't really come out the way i wanted to D: lmk what you think !!

“Come here,” Bakugou motioned for you to stand beside him right in front of the sink. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He grumbled, turning on the tap, grabbing your arm and putting your hand under the cool stream of water. Why did it feel like you were getting scolded by your teacher in 4th grade when you scraped your knee at the playground?

“See, Bakugou, I don’t think I was thinking at all when I did that,” you hissed at the sudden contact of the water. “Oh wow, that was a self roast,” you realized, mumbling to yourself. He snorted, his hands still gently grasping your arm. It reminded you of the way he held your arm when he helped you at the party. The same look on his face with his brows drawn together but his touch was as gentle as ever.

“I’m fine, Bakugou. I already texted Shouto to get me some ointment,” you said. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to each other. He was holding your arm as he guided it under the running water, shoulders touching as he’s semi-hugging you from behind, his breath suddenly too warm as you felt him sigh behind you. You tried to ignore it as best as you can. It’s nothing, right? He was only helping you, really. Really.

“It might blister, stupid.”

“It’s fine, I’ve got bandages in my first aid kit,” you huffed. “And I am not stupid, stupid.”

“Says the one who took a tray out of the oven without oven mitts,” he snickered.

“Asshole.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he smirked. God he’s frustrating. You were about to open your mouth when you heard your front door open, Shouto appearing in your kitchen the next second. He must’ve used his own copy of your key like he always did.

You jumped away from Bakugou’s hold, clearing your throat. “Hey Sho,” you smiled, awkwardly trying to close the tap until Bakugou did it himself, trying not to snicker at your current state. You walked towards Shouto, giving him a half-hug while keeping your burned hand away.

“Hey love,” Shouto said, one brow raised with a knowing look. “Here’s the ointment you asked for. Do you need any help getting your hand cleaned up?” He said, eyes trained on Bakugou who decided to start cleaning up your kitchen counter. You thought he looked awkward as he tried to move silently around the kitchen. It bugged you. One, it’s weird - why is he acting like that all of a sudden? He knows Shouto, they’ve even talked a couple of times. Two, if you were to choose a single word to describe Bakugou, it would be ‘loud’. The guy always made sure to let everyone know of his presence, whether it be through his crude comments or just the way he moved. Even if he was silent, something about him just yelled out “look at me!”, and it was bothering you that he was suddenly so… passive.

“No no, I’m fine,” you said, patting his chest as you pulled away from the hug. “Thanks Sho, I owe you one.” You set the ointment on your kitchen island before walking towards your friend.

“You sure?” Shouto asked again, following you with a worried look. “I don’t have to be at the studio for another hour. I can help, you know. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? It might be a serious burn,” he rambled. You were glad to have such a caring friend.

“Sho, I’m okay,” you laughed, waving your not-burned hand. “If I need help I can ask Bakugou. Right, Bakugou?” You turned towards him, a smile gracing your lips as you watched him move around your kitchen.

He looked so normal, so calm. At that moment, you realized that Bakugou really did belong in the kitchen. He looked most comfortable in it, like he didn’t care about anything else, stuck in his own bubble. You found it ... endearing.

“Yeah whatever,” Bakugou grumbled without looking at your direction. He was still gathering the bowls and measuring cups you guys used, neatly placing them in the sink.

Shouto raised his brow again, frowning as if to ask, do you really trust this guy to help you?

You only chuckled at his expression. “Seriously bub, I’m okay. I know your studio’s a 30-minute drive, so you better get going.”

“Okay, fine. Give me a call if you need anything, yeah?” He sighed, giving you another side hug and ruffling your hair.

“Of course. You drive safe, okay?” You huffed, trying to swat his hand away from your hair with your okay hand. You tried getting back at him, struggling to even reach the top of his head but he was already walking away, laughing.

“Love you,” you called out, feigning annoyance with a smile threatening to spread on your lips.

“Love you, too!” He yelled before you heard your front door slam shut. Humming to yourself, you decided to walk out of your kitchen to grab your first-aid kit from the bathroom.

“Love? Bub? What, is he your boyfriend or something?” Bakugou scoffed when he saw you enter the kitchen. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Why did he care?

“Don’t be ridiculous, dummy. We’ve been close friends forever,” you said with a hand on your hip.

“C’mere dumbass,” he grumbled, taking a seat on one of your kitchen stools and swivelling the chair to face you instead of the island. You walked towards him, stopping a little too close. So close, in fact, that you were almost in between his legs. He grabbed the small container of the ointment from across the surface while he motioned for you to lift up your burned hand.

“I’m fine, y’know,” you mumbled, trying not to stare at him as he applied the medicine with so much focus that his usual scowl was replaced with a serene face. He really did look better without that scowl on his face. It’s like he’s a whole different person. You truly, genuinely preferred this Bakugou.

He snorted. “You keep saying that word and now it feels like it’s not even a word anymore.”

“I’m serious, you grump. I’m fine-”

“Stop saying that damn word.”

“Bakugou. I’m. Fine.”

“Oh my god-”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop using the word fine-”

“Y/N I swear to fucking-”

“Fine!” Your laughter shook your body. Unable to keep yourself stable, you tried keeping yourself from falling over by putting your other hand on his shoulder. Bakugou only hissed something under his breath, pulling you closer as he tried putting on the bandage around your hand. You ended up between his legs, your other arm thrown around his shoulder while you tried to fix your footing.

Oh.

You cleared your throat and looked away, feeling your face warm up at how close you were to him. “I’m okay, I can do it myself,” you said, trying to step away.

“Stop moving dumbass. I’m almost done anyway,” he snapped, unaware of your position as he finished up wrapping the bandage around your hand. “There. All done,” he said softly, gently lowering your arm but not quite letting go yet. You looked at him only to see that he was already looking at you.

“Thanks,” you said so low your voice was almost a whisper. Bakugou only looked at you with an expression you’ve only seen on him when he’s cooking. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go put these back, yeah? Then we can start cleaning up here.” You stepped away from his grasp, awkwardly trying to gather the first-aid kit in a hurry.

Was that a Moment? It was definitely a Moment.

Katsuki cleared his throat. “Yeah, no. You can go sit down and watch some crappy TV show. I can clean up here. I’m not gonna deal with more injuries tonight,” he scoffed as he stood up from the kitchen stool. “I’ll let you know if the cookies are cool enough to eat.”

“Um, okay yeah. Sounds good, buddy.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Buddy?

“Weirdo,” he chuckled. With that, you scrambled away from the kitchen and promptly put the kit away before plopping down on your living room.

Why was that so… intimate? More importantly, why were you so affected by him?

“Ugh, it’s probably nothing. I’m just being weird,” you mumbled to yourself. Sighing, you pulled up your phone from your pocket and opened Twitter before texting Shouto.

You could hear the quiet clinking of silverware as Bakugou continued to clean after your mess. He looked so goo- “God, Y/N, get a grip!” Great, now you were talking to yourself.

Maybe you were dehydrated. Yeah, that must be it. You just needed some water. Walking back into the kitchen, you heard Katsuki pacing and whisper-yelling. You stopped by the doorway, watching, hesitant to walk in on him throwing a fit. He ran a hand through his hair and you realized that he was on the phone. It seemed like it was a Very Important phone call, so you decided to forget water.

Well. That was until you heard him say your name.

“- You know what? Yeah! I don’t like Y/N, I’m not interested in her, and we’re not friends.”

Oh.

on the "other side"

Kaminari Denki was fucking dead. “When I told you to stop texting me it wasn’t a fucking invitation to call me, asshole.”

“Katsuki, come on. I’m trying to help-” Help this, help that. Bakugou didn’t know why he even asked him for help in the first place.

“Holy shit, I regret asking you for help if this is what fucking helping me means,” Bakugou hissed. “Just let me do my shit.”

It’s not like he didn’t want Kaminari’s help - he really just wants to make sure that this isn’t just some half-assed petty crush that wouldn’t work out in the long-run. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do half-ass.

“Well I’m sorry Katsuki that I’m not confident in “your shit” because “your shit” is probably just you overthinking things and never even getting past the talking stage because your expectations are too high.” Kaminari wasn’t wrong, but Katsuki would rather die than tell him that he’s right.

“Suck a dick, shithead. I’m not fucking-”

“Oh. My. God. You are ridiculous, Katsuki! I just want you to actually put some effort into getting to know her! She’s my friend too, and if you decide that she’s gonna be your girlfriend, I want to make sure that you’re serious.” The fuck? Did Kaminari miss the part where Katsuki has been hanging out with Y/N for the better part of the week? Was this asshole actually serious?

“Dunce face I swear to God-”

Denki continued to ramble on. “I mean, you might as well just say that you don’t like her if you’re just gonna be-”

Bakugou was sure that he really was gonna kill Kaminari when he saw him. “If it helps to get you off my fucking back already then you know what? Yeah! I don’t like Y/N, I’m not interested in her, and we’re not friends.”

“Get out of my house.”

Fuck.

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↣ twenty five: oh.

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when bakugou does better than you in your area of expertise, it’s hard to accept defeat. so what do you do? try to outdo him. OR in which you are a baker on youtube and bakugou makes you look bad at what you do so you prove that you are better than him— or well, at least you try to.

✦ note: i feel like this didn't really come out the way i wanted to D: lmk what you think !!

“Come here,” Bakugou motioned for you to stand beside him right in front of the sink. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He grumbled, turning on the tap, grabbing your arm and putting your hand under the cool stream of water. Why did it feel like you were getting scolded by your teacher in 4th grade when you scraped your knee at the playground?

“See, Bakugou, I don’t think I was thinking at all when I did that,” you hissed at the sudden contact of the water. “Oh wow, that was a self roast,” you realized, mumbling to yourself. He snorted, his hands still gently grasping your arm. It reminded you of the way he held your arm when he helped you at the party. The same look on his face with his brows drawn together but his touch was as gentle as ever.

“I’m fine, Bakugou. I already texted Shouto to get me some ointment,” you said. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to each other. He was holding your arm as he guided it under the running water, shoulders touching as he’s semi-hugging you from behind, his breath suddenly too warm as you felt him sigh behind you. You tried to ignore it as best as you can. It’s nothing, right? He was only helping you, really. Really.

“It might blister, stupid.”

“It’s fine, I’ve got bandages in my first aid kit,” you huffed. “And I am not stupid, stupid.”

“Says the one who took a tray out of the oven without oven mitts,” he snickered.

“Asshole.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he smirked. God he’s frustrating. You were about to open your mouth when you heard your front door open, Shouto appearing in your kitchen the next second. He must’ve used his own copy of your key like he always did.

You jumped away from Bakugou’s hold, clearing your throat. “Hey Sho,” you smiled, awkwardly trying to close the tap until Bakugou did it himself, trying not to snicker at your current state. You walked towards Shouto, giving him a half-hug while keeping your burned hand away.

“Hey love,” Shouto said, one brow raised with a knowing look. “Here’s the ointment you asked for. Do you need any help getting your hand cleaned up?” He said, eyes trained on Bakugou who decided to start cleaning up your kitchen counter. You thought he looked awkward as he tried to move silently around the kitchen. It bugged you. One, it’s weird - why is he acting like that all of a sudden? He knows Shouto, they’ve even talked a couple of times. Two, if you were to choose a single word to describe Bakugou, it would be ‘loud’. The guy always made sure to let everyone know of his presence, whether it be through his crude comments or just the way he moved. Even if he was silent, something about him just yelled out “look at me!”, and it was bothering you that he was suddenly so… passive.

“No no, I’m fine,” you said, patting his chest as you pulled away from the hug. “Thanks Sho, I owe you one.” You set the ointment on your kitchen island before walking towards your friend.

“You sure?” Shouto asked again, following you with a worried look. “I don’t have to be at the studio for another hour. I can help, you know. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? It might be a serious burn,” he rambled. You were glad to have such a caring friend.

“Sho, I’m okay,” you laughed, waving your not-burned hand. “If I need help I can ask Bakugou. Right, Bakugou?” You turned towards him, a smile gracing your lips as you watched him move around your kitchen.

He looked so normal, so calm. At that moment, you realized that Bakugou really did belong in the kitchen. He looked most comfortable in it, like he didn’t care about anything else, stuck in his own bubble. You found it ... endearing.

“Yeah whatever,” Bakugou grumbled without looking at your direction. He was still gathering the bowls and measuring cups you guys used, neatly placing them in the sink.

Shouto raised his brow again, frowning as if to ask, do you really trust this guy to help you?

You only chuckled at his expression. “Seriously bub, I’m okay. I know your studio’s a 30-minute drive, so you better get going.”

“Okay, fine. Give me a call if you need anything, yeah?” He sighed, giving you another side hug and ruffling your hair.

“Of course. You drive safe, okay?” You huffed, trying to swat his hand away from your hair with your okay hand. You tried getting back at him, struggling to even reach the top of his head but he was already walking away, laughing.

“Love you,” you called out, feigning annoyance with a smile threatening to spread on your lips.

“Love you, too!” He yelled before you heard your front door slam shut. Humming to yourself, you decided to walk out of your kitchen to grab your first-aid kit from the bathroom.

“Love? Bub? What, is he your boyfriend or something?” Bakugou scoffed when he saw you enter the kitchen. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Why did he care?

“Don’t be ridiculous, dummy. We’ve been close friends forever,” you said with a hand on your hip.

“C’mere dumbass,” he grumbled, taking a seat on one of your kitchen stools and swivelling the chair to face you instead of the island. You walked towards him, stopping a little too close. So close, in fact, that you were almost in between his legs. He grabbed the small container of the ointment from across the surface while he motioned for you to lift up your burned hand.

“I’m fine, y’know,” you mumbled, trying not to stare at him as he applied the medicine with so much focus that his usual scowl was replaced with a serene face. He really did look better without that scowl on his face. It’s like he’s a whole different person. You truly, genuinely preferred this Bakugou.

He snorted. “You keep saying that word and now it feels like it’s not even a word anymore.”

“I’m serious, you grump. I’m fine-”

“Stop saying that damn word.”

“Bakugou. I’m. Fine.”

“Oh my god-”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop using the word fine-”

“Y/N I swear to fucking-”

“Fine!” Your laughter shook your body. Unable to keep yourself stable, you tried keeping yourself from falling over by putting your other hand on his shoulder. Bakugou only hissed something under his breath, pulling you closer as he tried putting on the bandage around your hand. You ended up between his legs, your other arm thrown around his shoulder while you tried to fix your footing.

Oh.

You cleared your throat and looked away, feeling your face warm up at how close you were to him. “I’m okay, I can do it myself,” you said, trying to step away.

“Stop moving dumbass. I’m almost done anyway,” he snapped, unaware of your position as he finished up wrapping the bandage around your hand. “There. All done,” he said softly, gently lowering your arm but not quite letting go yet. You looked at him only to see that he was already looking at you.

“Thanks,” you said so low your voice was almost a whisper. Bakugou only looked at you with an expression you’ve only seen on him when he’s cooking. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go put these back, yeah? Then we can start cleaning up here.” You stepped away from his grasp, awkwardly trying to gather the first-aid kit in a hurry.

Was that a Moment? It was definitely a Moment.

Katsuki cleared his throat. “Yeah, no. You can go sit down and watch some crappy TV show. I can clean up here. I’m not gonna deal with more injuries tonight,” he scoffed as he stood up from the kitchen stool. “I’ll let you know if the cookies are cool enough to eat.”

“Um, okay yeah. Sounds good, buddy.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Buddy?

“Weirdo,” he chuckled. With that, you scrambled away from the kitchen and promptly put the kit away before plopping down on your living room.

Why was that so… intimate? More importantly, why were you so affected by him?

“Ugh, it’s probably nothing. I’m just being weird,” you mumbled to yourself. Sighing, you pulled up your phone from your pocket and opened Twitter before texting Shouto.

You could hear the quiet clinking of silverware as Bakugou continued to clean after your mess. He looked so goo- “God, Y/N, get a grip!” Great, now you were talking to yourself.

Maybe you were dehydrated. Yeah, that must be it. You just needed some water. Walking back into the kitchen, you heard Katsuki pacing and whisper-yelling. You stopped by the doorway, watching, hesitant to walk in on him throwing a fit. He ran a hand through his hair and you realized that he was on the phone. It seemed like it was a Very Important phone call, so you decided to forget water.

Well. That was until you heard him say your name.

“- You know what? Yeah! I don’t like Y/N, I’m not interested in her, and we’re not friends.”

Oh.

on the "other side"

Kaminari Denki was fucking dead. “When I told you to stop texting me it wasn’t a fucking invitation to call me, asshole.”

“Katsuki, come on. I’m trying to help-” Help this, help that. Bakugou didn’t know why he even asked him for help in the first place.

“Holy shit, I regret asking you for help if this is what fucking helping me means,” Bakugou hissed. “Just let me do my shit.”

It’s not like he didn’t want Kaminari’s help - he really just wants to make sure that this isn’t just some half-assed petty crush that wouldn’t work out in the long-run. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do half-ass.

“Well I’m sorry Katsuki that I’m not confident in “your shit” because “your shit” is probably just you overthinking things and never even getting past the talking stage because your expectations are too high.” Kaminari wasn’t wrong, but Katsuki would rather die than tell him that he’s right.

“Suck a dick, shithead. I’m not fucking-”

“Oh. My. God. You are ridiculous, Katsuki! I just want you to actually put some effort into getting to know her! She’s my friend too, and if you decide that she’s gonna be your girlfriend, I want to make sure that you’re serious.” The fuck? Did Kaminari miss the part where Katsuki has been hanging out with Y/N for the better part of the week? Was this asshole actually serious?

“Dunce face I swear to God-”

Denki continued to ramble on. “I mean, you might as well just say that you don’t like her if you’re just gonna be-”

Bakugou was sure that he really was gonna kill Kaminari when he saw him. “If it helps to get you off my fucking back already then you know what? Yeah! I don’t like Y/N, I’m not interested in her, and we’re not friends.”

“Get out of my house.”

Fuck.

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jus wanted to say that jackie and wilson by hozier and electric love by børns inspired sweet nothings and every time i hear those songs i get a little giddy inside