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Batman: Where are Y/N and Red Hood? I told them to meet us in the Batcave!

Nightwing: They’re not down here?

Red Robin: I haven’t seen them.

Robin: *shrugs his shoulders*

Batman: *growls and leaves the Batcave to go back inside the Manor to look for them*

Then suddenly, the Batmobile doors open and Red Hood and Y/N climb out, looking sexed up, with messy hair.

Y/N: Thanks for covering for us, guys.

Red Hood: *playfully spanks Y/N and holds her waist* Yeah, thanks.

Red Robin: You owe me a new computer.

Robin: You owe me therapy.

Nightwing:*shocked* He bribed you guys?!

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“Sharp as a comment god damn I love my bonnet”

Background: Bakugo x gn reader, established relationship, read is a slight crybaby, fluff, Bakugo being nice

Summary: your boyfriend is always stealing your bonnet but you also very dramatic and like crying

“I’m just saying,” Jirou muttered, walking in beside you, “don’t you think you’re being dramatic.”

You sniffled. Sniffled.

“I’m not being dramatic,” you mumbled, lower lip wobbling. “This is serious.”

Jirou raised a brow as she plopped down onto the couch, but you remained standing, dramatically clutching your pillow and blinking tears away like you were in some tragic soap opera.

“…What are you even suffering from?” Mina asked from the kitchen.

You turned to her slowly, sniffling louder this time. “My bonnet. Is gone.”

A beat of silence. Iida paused mid-sip of tea. Kaminari blinked at you from over the back of the couch.

“Again?” Deku groaned.

“Yes again!” you whined, now pacing around the room. “I’ve looked everywhere. Under my bed. In the laundry. I even checked the hallway closet where no one ever goes. You know who probably took it?!”

Everyone already knew the answer. Even Kirishima looked up from his book and sighed.

“Bakugo.” you declared, pouting and swinging your pillow. “That menace has been stealing my bonnet for weeks. I think he has a pile of them somewhere like a weird little raccoon.”

“I don’t think he has a collection—” Jirou started, but you were already mid-spiral.

“And now I’m going to have to go to bed bonnet-less. My hair will be ruined and I just did it!!”

You flopped dramatically onto the couch, face-down, muffling your cries into a throw pillow.

“I hope he steps on a Lego!”

“Do you want me to just ask him?” Kirishima offered, getting up. “He’s probably in his room by now.”

You let out a tragic, dramatic sigh. “He’s probably asleep, wearing it, not even appreciating the significance of the silk.”

“Okay, c’mon,” Kirishima said, grabbing your hand. “We’ll investigate. Bonnet Detective Squad. Let’s go.”

“Yippie,” you declared, marching behind him.

And so began the Great Bonnet Expedition™, featuring you, Kirishima, and half of Class 1-A tiptoeing down the dorm hallway like a bunch of gremlins. Everyone hovered behind you as you reached Bakugo’s door.

You turned to the group like you were heading into battle. “If I don’t make it back… avenge me.”

“Just knock,” Jirou muttered.

But Kirishima, being Kirishima, gently opened the door instead—unlocked, of course—and peeked inside.

He blinked. Then stepped aside.

You stomped into the room and gasped.

There—on the bed, face down, snoring softly—was Katsuki Bakugo.

Wearing your bonnet. Your pretty pink bonnet and he didn’t even have the bow tied right!

Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Like he paid rent to wear it.

Your eye twitched. “…You little gremlin.”

And then? Chaos.

You marched over to his bed, climbed on top of him like a gremlin bride of vengeance, and began whaling on him.

“GIVE ME MY BONNET. GIVE IT RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE WHORE!”

WHACK.

“YOU MENACE.”

WHACK WHACK.

“WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE THIS DISRESPECTFUL?!”

SMOTHERING.

“I’LL SUFFOCATE YOU WITH THIS PILLOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE IT BACK.”

Bakugo finally shot awake mid-swing, eyes wide, hands trying to block the relentless barrage.

“THE HELL GET OFFA ME, WOMAN!”

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID!”

From the hallway, the entire class was dying laughing, Kaminari wheezing, Mina recording on her phone, and Jirou muttering, “Honestly, I don’t even know why he keeps stealing it at this point. He knew this would happen.”

Eventually, Bakugo managed to catch the pillow mid-swing, yanking it from you with an exhausted groan. “It’s comfy, alright?! It smells like you! I like it, dammit!”

You paused.

The room fell quiet.

“You… like it?” you said slowly.

He looked away, cheeks burning. “Shut up.”

You blinked. Then snatched your bonnet off his head and smacked him with it one more time for good measure.

“Next time you steal it,” you said, smug, “I’m putting hot sauce in your shampoo.”

Bakugo grunted, grabbing a second pillow and yanking you down beside him on the bed. “Fine. But you’re staying here. With me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Only if you stop stealing my bonnets.”

“Tch. Whatever. Just shut up and cuddle.”

You grinned, nestling into his chest as he grumbled and pulled you closer, bonnet now rightfully on your head.

Outside the door, Kirishima fist-bumped Kaminari.

“Worth it.”

You laid curled up beside him now, bonnet safely reclaimed and on your head. Bakugo’s hand rested lazily on your waist, his thumb tracing idle circles through your hoodie.

“…Y’know,” you mumbled into his chest, voice muffled and warm, “you really need to stop stealing my bonnets.”

He snorted, barely awake but still as stubborn as ever. “You really need to stop crying like a damn soap opera every time I do.”

You pulled back just enough to glare up at him. “It’s called emotional expression, you emotionally constipated Pomeranian.”

“Tch. It’s called drama,” he countered, smirking despite himself. “I take one bonnet, and suddenly you’re sobbing in the common room like I keyed your car.”

“You did steal from me,” you sniffed. “It’s theft. Grand larceny of haircare.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s one damn bonnet.”

“It’s my favorite bonnet. I was emotionally attached.”

“Well I’m emotionally attached to you, and you wear it every night, so same thing.”

Your breath caught.

He didn’t even seem to realize he said it out loud at first, until you went silent and your face lit up like the sun.

“You’re emotionally attached to me?” you teased, smirking. “Katsuki, are you confessing again? Should I alert the media? Start a scrapbook?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, arm tightening around you.

You smiled, bonnet now safely tucked between you two. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll get you one of your own.”

“I want the red one,” he grumbled sleepily.

You blinked. “You have preferences?!”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

You giggled softly, settling back against his chest as his heartbeat slowed beneath your ear.

“…You’re still not getting the red one,” you whispered.

“Dumbass.”

But he was already smiling.

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Mha boys when they have a crush on you vs dating you

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Paring: Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya x reader

Genre: fluff

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Katsuki Bakugo

✦ First of all, denial. Hard, aggressive denial. There’s no way he likes you. Nope. Not happening.

✦ Spoiler: It’s happening.

✦ He gets annoyed at how much he notices you—your laugh, the way you talk, the way you tilt your head when you’re confused. It’s all infuriating (because it makes his heart race, and he HATES it).

✦ The second someone suggests he has a crush, he’s exploding. “THE HELL ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT? I DON’T LIKE ‘EM!” (Yes, he does.)

✦ Despite his denial, he’s always around you. If you’re in the common room, so is he. If you’re training, he suddenly needs to train too.

✦ If someone flirts with you, his entire mood shifts. He won’t admit he’s jealous, but he will suddenly feel the urge to outshine whoever’s talking to you. (“Tch. Like that extra could even keep up with you.”)

✦ If you ask him for help with training, he acts super cocky about it, but deep down, he loves that you asked.

✦ Blushes when you compliment him but immediately covers it up with grumbling. “Damn right, I’m great.” (Meanwhile, his ears are bright red.)

✦ The type to bully his crush affectionately. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t waste his time teasing you. If he calls you an idiot, it’s probably his love language.

✦ His love is shown through actions. He’ll shove his jacket at you if you’re cold. He’ll bring you your favorite drink without a word. He’ll walk you back to your dorm and say it’s just “because you’d probably get lost or somethin’.”

✦ When he finally confesses, it’s not smooth. At all. Probably happens after he gets jealous. “Look, dumbass, I like you, alright?! So stop messin’ around with those other extras!”

✦ He’s the most possessive boyfriend. Not in a toxic way—he just wants everyone to know that you’re his.

✦ PDA? It depends. He won’t be all over you in public, but he will sling an arm around your shoulders or keep a hand on your waist to make sure people get the message.

✦ However, in private? Oh, yeah. Big softie. Will hold you for hours if you let him.

✦ Not a huge fan of pet names but will call you things like “dumbass” or “idiot” in an oddly affectionate way.

✦ But if he ever calls you something genuinely sweet (“Hey… you look good today, babe.”), it means everything.

✦ Aggressively supportive. If you’re struggling, he’s yelling about how strong you are. “You’re not some weak extra! You’re better than that! Now get up and prove it!”

✦ Acts annoyed but secretly loves it when you steal his hoodies.

✦ If you’re hurt, he’s hovering. Fuming. Yelling at the nurses to take better care of you. (“Fix them faster, dammit!”)

✦ The king of forehead kisses. He does them absentmindedly sometimes, like before he heads to bed or when he’s pulling away from a hug.

✦ Will fight literally anyone who upsets you. Doesn’t even ask what happened, just “Who do I gotta kill?”

✦ If you ever try to leave after an argument, good luck. He hates unresolved fights and will literally pick you up and carry you back.

✦ Secretly a cuddler. Won’t admit it, but if you fall asleep next to him, he’s not letting go.

Denki Kaminari

✦The most obvious crush in Class 1-A. If Denki likes you, literally everyone knows except you.

✦Flirts with you constantly. Even if you brush him off, he keeps trying. “Come on, babe, don’t break my heart like this.”

✦However, the moment you flirt back? Glitching. Buffering. Might actually short-circuit if you catch him off guard.

✦Finds any excuse to be around you. If you’re sitting, he’s sitting next to you. If you’re standing, suddenly he needs to stand right there, too.

✦Shamelessly asks to hold your hand all the time. “For science. I just wanna see if we have, like, good chemistry, y’know?”

✦If anyone else flirts with you, he’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him, but his dumb little pout says otherwise.

✦Subtly protective. If he notices you look uncomfortable, he’ll step in like, “Heyyy, there you are! Been looking for you!” even if he wasn’t.

✦The human charger. If your phone is dying, he insists on charging it for you. “See? I’m useful. You need me.”

✦ Laughs at all your jokes, even the bad ones. If you make fun of him, he just grins and goes, “Damn, you really like me, huh?”

✦Casually drops hints about liking you but makes it sound like a joke. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.” (He’s not joking.)

✦When he finally confesses, it’s probably in the middle of a casual conversation. “By the way, I’m, like, super in love with you.”

✦Clingy. If you’re in the same room, he’s touching you in some way—a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, leaning his head on you.

✦Loves PDA. If you let him, he’ll hold your hand, hug you from behind, and drop so many cheek kisses.

✦Calls you so many nicknames. Babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, lovebug, shockingly attractive, the list goes on.

✦Steals your stuff. Hoodies, accessories, snacks—it’s all his now. “I wear this hoodie better anyway.”

✦If you ever wear his hoodie, though? Malfunctioning. “Holy sh—okay, keep that forever.”

✦The most dramatic boyfriend. If you’re gone for five minutes, he’s whining, “I missed you so much.”

✦Gets jealous easily but tries to play it cool. Usually fails. “Yeah, whatever, I’m fine. It’s not like I’m mad or anything.” (He is definitely mad.)

✦Insists on being your human charger anytime your phone dies. “See? I’m the best boyfriend. Unlimited battery, baby.”

✦If you’re upset, he’ll do everything to make you smile—even if that means electrocuting himself on purpose to make you laugh.

✦Cuddle monster. He will literally wrap himself around you like a human blanket. “You’re warm. I’m comfy. This is how we live now.”

✦Kisses constantly. Especially your cheeks and nose. If you’re flustered? Mission accomplished.

✦Brags about you all the time. “Yeah, my s/o is literally the coolest person alive. I don’t make the rules.”

✦Loyal to the core. If someone talks bad about you, he’s ready to fight. Probably not a good idea, but he’ll still try.

✦Just so in love with you. Tells you every day. Probably writes your name with little hearts in his notebook.

Shoto Todoroki

✦ At first, he doesn’t fully realize he has a crush. He just notices that he enjoys being around you more than anyone else.

✦ You’re the only person he actively seeks out to sit next to in class or during lunch. If someone else takes the seat? He just stands there, waiting for them to move.

✦ He’s not super obvious, but you might catch him staring at you a lot. And if you ask why, he’ll just say, “I was thinking about something.” (That something is you.)

✦ If you ever compliment him, he takes it very seriously. You could say, “You look nice today, Todoroki,” and suddenly, he’s replaying it in his head for the rest of the week.

✦ Struggles to make small talk but will always listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how mundane. You could be ranting about your favorite snacks, and he’s nodding like it’s the most important conversation of his life.

✦ He’s not a jealous person, but if Denki or someone flirts with you, he’ll suddenly insert himself into the conversation, staring at them until they get uncomfortable and leave.

✦ If you’re ever cold, he offers the left side of his body without hesitation. Literally just— “You can use my fire.”

✦ You make him smile without realizing it. Sometimes he’ll catch himself smiling after you say something funny and quickly go blank-faced again.

✦ Now that he knows for sure he likes you, he’s much more direct. “I like you. Be my s/o?” No hesitation, just vibes.

✦ Dates with him are either extremely fancy (five-star restaurants because Endeavor’s money) or ridiculously casual (“Do you want soba?”). There is no in-between.

✦ Not big on PDA, but if he sees other people looking at you, he will put a hand on your back or casually hold your hand as a silent flex.

✦ He’s not used to being physically affectionate but learns quickly. If you initiate a hug, expect him to just hold you there for a while.

✦ Tries to learn your favorite things so he can surprise you with them. If you mention liking a certain dessert, expect it to randomly appear in your dorm or on your desk.

✦ If you get sick or injured? He’s sitting by your side, watching you like a hawk, making sure you rest properly.

✦ Lowkey competitive about being the best boyfriend. If he sees another couple being cute, he immediately takes notes. “Do you want me to call you cute names? I can do that.”

✦ If you tease him, he’ll stare at you for a long moment before hitting you with a dry, unexpected comeback that leaves you speechless.

✦ Absolutely cherishes you but doesn’t always know how to express it with words. Instead, he just shows up and does things for you—helping with training, bringing you snacks, or simply being near you.

✦ Occasionally drops the most romantic lines without even realizing it. You could be joking about something, and he’ll just go, “I’d go anywhere if you were there.”

✦ If he ever kisses you in public, it’s brief but meaningful. But in private? He’s surprisingly soft about it, cupping your face like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Izuku Midoriya

✦ Blushy mess. The second he realizes he likes you, he’s doomed. Face red, hands fidgeting, brain short-circuiting anytime you talk to him.

✦ Overthinks everything. Did he stare too long? Did he say something weird? Should he say something now? Oh no, you’re looking at him—PANIC.

✦ You can always tell when he’s flustered because he starts rambling.

✦“You’re really strong! I mean, you’ve always been strong, but I’ve been watching— WAIT, not in a weird way! I just mean you’ve improved a lot, and—”*

✦ Writes about you in his notebook. He’ll analyze your fighting style, strengths, weaknesses—but there’s also a random section like: “They looked really cute today.”

✦ If you get hurt in battle, he immediately drops everything to check on you. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need Recovery Girl?”

✦ SO SUPPORTIVE. If you’re training, he’s hyping you up. If you’re struggling, he’s offering help. He’ll literally never let you doubt yourself.

✦ Tries to act casual around you but fails horribly. His friends figure it out before he even tells them.

✦ If you compliment him? Dead. He freezes, stammers out a thank you, and turns the color of a tomato.

✦ Low-key jealous but won’t admit it. Instead, he’ll silently sulk and train harder. “I have to be stronger…” (Translation: I must be worthy of them.)

✦ You could breathe in his direction and he’d probably write a mental essay about how amazing you are.

✦ The sweetest, most caring boyfriend ever. He remembers the little things—your favorite food, how you like your tea, that one random fact you mentioned weeks ago.

✦ Constantly checking on you. “Did you eat? Are you getting enough rest? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, right?”

✦ Loves holding your hand. It calms him down, and he thinks it’s the most comforting thing in the world.

✦ Still gets flustered when you kiss him, even if you’ve been dating for a while.

✦ Study dates! If you ever struggle with schoolwork, he’ll patiently tutor you (and definitely get distracted just admiring you).

✦ If you get hurt? Full-on panic mode. He’ll carry you to Recovery Girl himself if needed. “You need to be more careful! I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you…”

✦ PDA? Minimal. He’s shy about it, but he’ll hold your hand or press small kisses to your forehead when no one’s looking.

✦ If you’re upset, he’ll listen for hours and offer the most heartfelt advice. “I know it’s hard, but you’re strong. And no matter what, I’ll always be here.”

✦ If you ever wear his hoodie? Meltdown. He thinks you look so cute in his clothes. “T-That’s… um… it looks good on you.” (Brain officially short-circuited.)

✦ Rambles about you to All Might. “They’re incredible, sensei! Their technique, their determination—oh, and did I mention how amazing they are?”

✦ The type to whisper ‘I love you’ when he thinks you’re asleep.

✦ If he ever gets jealous, he won’t lash out, but he’ll get extra clingy after. Might even pull you in for a surprise hug just to reassure himself you’re his.

✦ Always puts you first. Your happiness, your safety, your dreams—he wants all of it for you.

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This dumb quirk

Summary: You and Bakugo had a routine. A perfectly balanced, highly competitive, painfully frustrating routine. You pushed his buttons, he pushed yours, and the class just accepted it as the natural order of things. You weren’t enemies, but you sure as hell weren’t friends either. You were rivals—constantly bickering, constantly toeing the line of something else neither of you dared acknowledge.So when you got hit by a “Personality Opposite” quirk during training, Bakugo knew something was wrong before you even spoke.

A/n:this isn’t one of my best I definitely think that my others are better but I did need something to post

One second, you were standing next to him, dusting yourself off with your usual annoyed scowl. The next, your entire body relaxed, your expression going soft in a way he had never seen before.

Then you turned to him—eyes bright, lips curled into a warm smile—and said:

“Katsuki.”

What the hell.

The class collectively froze, the air buzzing with anticipation. No one had ever heard you call him by his first name before. Not even as a joke.

Bakugo took a wary step back, eyeing you like you’d grown a second head. “The hell did you just call me?”

Instead of snapping at him like usual, you giggled. Actually giggled.

His stomach flipped.

“You’re so serious all the time,” you said, tilting your head. “It’s kinda cute.”

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.

Mina slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her squeal. Denki was already grinning like an idiot. Kirishima looked deeply, personally betrayed.

“…What.” Bakugo blinked, his entire system failing to process the situation. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you sighed, stepping closer. “You’re not as mean as you pretend to be. You’re actually really—”

Your hand landed on his forearm.

Bakugo stopped breathing.

It wasn’t even a big gesture. Just your fingers, curling lightly around the sleeve of his uniform. But it was casual, effortless, like touching him was the most natural thing in the world.

Like you wanted to.

Bakugo knew he should shake you off. Say something. Anything. But his body locked up, his traitorous brain focusing on the warmth of your hand instead of figuring out what the fuck was going on.

“Kaminari,” he gritted out, barely holding his composure, “what kind of stupid-ass quirk is this?”

“Personality Opposite,” Midoriya answered instead, looking between you both with wide eyes. “It flips a person’s natural disposition.”

Bakugo felt something cold settle in his stomach. That meant—

“Ohhh,” Kirishima’s grin widened. “So this is how Y/N really feels.”

Bakugo’s face ignited. “Shut the hell up, Shitty hair!”

“Why?” Mina smirked. “Afraid of a little honesty?”

“This isn’t honesty,” Bakugo snapped, glaring at them like he could explode the smugness off their faces. “It’s a damn quirk.”

“Hmm.” Mina gave you a once-over, eyes sparkling with mischief. “They seem really happy to be around you, though.”

“That’s because Bakugo’s actually really great,” you said easily, squeezing his arm before lacing your fingers with his. “He just doesn’t want anyone to know.”

Bakugo glitched.

You were holding his hand.

In front of people.

Voluntarily.

He didn’t even know where to start—how to untangle the complete mess of emotions slamming into him all at once. The only thing he did know was that his heart was pounding, his palms were sweating, and if he didn’t get out of this situation soon, his friends were never going to let him live it down.

“Alright, that’s it—fix this!”

Mina just grinned. “Nah. This is fun.”

Bakugo saw red. “I’LL KILL YOU ALL!”

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Bakugo had been in hell before. Grueling training sessions, brutal fights, the occasional near-death experience—but nothing compared to the absolute torture of dealing with you under this damn quirk’s influence.

Because you?

You had no filter.

As the class walked back to the dorms, you stuck to his side, eyes practically sparkling like some lovesick extra. It was disturbing.

“You’re so warm,” you sighed, nudging his arm.

Bakugo flinched.

You’d been touching him—light brushes, fingers lingering—since the quirk hit, and he did not know what to do with himself. His brain was malfunctioning, running hot, trying to make sense of how easily you closed the distance between you two.

And the worst part?

He didn’t hate it.

Which was exactly why he couldn’t let anyone see him react.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, scowling. “Tch. The hell are you goin’ on about?”

You blinked up at him, completely unfazed by his gruff tone. In fact, you seemed to deliberately ignore it, because instead of backing off like you normally would, you giggled.

Giggled.

Bakugo nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Oh, you’re so grumpy,” you teased, poking at his bicep. “It’s cute.”

Denki audibly choked from somewhere behind him.

Kirishima coughed to cover a laugh.

Bakugo’s eye twitched dangerously. “Shut the hell up, Shitty hair.”

“I didn’t even say anything—”

You suddenly looped your arms around Bakugo’s, effectively silencing everyone. He stiffened like you’d just dumped ice water down his back.

“Y’know,” you continued, your voice unnervingly soft, “you’re kinda hot too.”

Oh, hell no.

Bakugo felt every single pair of eyes burning into him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay cool, but the heat crawling up his neck betrayed him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed, glaring at you.

Your smile didn’t even falter. If anything, you leaned closer.

“You tell me~”

And that was it. That was his breaking point.

With a frustrated growl, Bakugo grabbed you by the waist, hoisted you over his shoulder, and started marching toward the dorms.

The others barely had time to react.

“Dude-“

“Where are you taking them?!”

“The hell does it look like? I’m lockin’ them in their damn room until this stupid quirk wears off!”

You kicked your legs, though there was no real struggle in it. If anything, you seemed delighted by the sudden turn of events.

“Wow, Bakugo~ if you wanted me in your room so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

Kirishima wheezed.

Denki nearly collapsed.

Bakugo swore his soul left his body.

“SHUT UP!”

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Once the quirk finally wore off, you spent the rest of the night avoiding everyone, especially Bakugo. The embarrassment of everything you had said and done hit you like a truck the second you snapped back to normal.

The others wouldn’t let you live it down, either.

Denki had been relentless with the teasing. Kirishima kept shooting you and Bakugo knowing looks. Mina, of course, had immediately demanded details, and you were one more comment away from locking yourself in your room forever.

But Bakugo?

He’d barely said a word.

Which should’ve been a good thing, except you could still feel the weight of his stare, the way his eyes lingered whenever you entered the room.

So when you found yourself alone in the kitchen later that night, desperately trying to avoid everyone, you weren’t completely surprised when he showed up.

Still, you stiffened when his voice broke the silence.

“The hell are you doin’ in here?”

You turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“Uh…existing?” you muttered, focusing very intently on your glass of water.

Tch. Of course you were being weird about this.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and walked further inside. He stopped just a step too close, and you really wished your face didn’t heat up at the proximity.

“…You really don’t remember anything, huh?”

You hesitated. “I mean… I remember most of it, but—”

“So you remember callin’ me cute, then?”

You choked.

Bakugo smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “I hate you.”

“Tch. No, you don’t.”

There was a beat of silence.

Slowly, you lowered your hands. “…What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bakugo huffed, looking away, like the words physically pained him. “It means you were actin’ weird, yeah, but… not that different from how you always are.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He scowled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think I don’t notice? The way you always stay close, even when you’re pissin’ me off? Or how you argue with me, but never actually go too far?”

You swallowed. Your heart pounded.

Bakugo clicked his tongue, still avoiding your gaze. “Tch. Dumbass. I like you too.”

The words hit you like a punch.

Your brain short-circuited.

“…What.”

His face twisted like he immediately regretted saying it. “Don’t make me say it again, idiot.”

Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. No words came out.

Then, before you could even process it, Bakugo was suddenly right there, his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a kiss.

It was rough, almost frustrated, like he was annoyed with himself for even doing it. But you melted into it anyway, gripping his shirt to pull him closer.

When he finally pulled back, his scowl deepened. “…There. Happy?”

You blinked up at him, dazed. Then, you smirked. “So you think I’m cute too, huh?”

His entire face turned red. “I WILL THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW.”

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✦ He can be nice ✦

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Background: Bakugo x f!reader, established relationship, period comfort, fluff, Bakugo being nice

Summary: you had never had to many issues with your period you know, always had mild cramps and usually were able to function pretty normally; but this time it was different cramps were horrible plus you had somehow contracted a head ache.

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The common room was peaceful, the steady hum of a movie playing in the background as you dozed on the couch. You had just got your period and Mina thought that it would be a good tides to watch your guy’s favorite movie. The cramps were relentless, and your headache made it impossible to focus on anything, but at least the warmth of the blanket and Mina’s quiet presence beside you helped.

That peace, however, didn’t last.

The door burst open with a loud bang, followed by the unmistakable voices of Kirishima, Denki, and, of course, Bakugo.

“Man, I’m telling you, I almost had it!” Denki groaned dramatically.

Kirishima laughed. “Bro, you were so far off, you nearly face-planted into the ground.”

“Tch, because he’s a damn idiot,” Bakugo scoffed, voice sharp and far too loud.

Mina shot them all a glare. “Guys, shh! Y/N’s sleeping.”

“Ok cool, but like if Kirishima hadn’t pulled me off I would’ve nailed it,” Denki mumbled, but none of them actually quieted down.

“If I wouldn’t have pulled you off you would’ve died,” Kirishima replied a little loudly.

“Either way he’s a damn idiot you should’ve let him fall,” Bakugo says with his usual gruff, loud voice.

Their voices kept rising, their laughter echoing off the walls, and despite Mina’s best efforts to shush them, they just wouldn’t listen.

The noise pulled you from your restless sleep, and before you were even fully awake, a fresh wave of pain surged through your body. Your head throbbed, your stomach twisted, and as you forced your eyes open, Bakugo’s voice cut through everything.

“The hell are you sleeping for in the middle of the day?”

That was it.

“Shut up, Bakugo!” you snapped, sitting up so fast your head spun.

The room went silent.

Bakugo blinked at you, clearly not expecting you to bite back like that. His brows furrowed. “Oi, what’s your problem?”

“My problem is you barging in here, yelling for absolutely no reason, so for once shut up,” you snapped, your voice sharp with irritation.

The anger in your voice caught him off guard, but you didn’t stick around to see his reaction. With a frustrated huff, you threw off the blanket and pushed yourself off the couch, ignoring the way your legs felt unsteady beneath you.

“Y/N, wait—” Mina reached for you, but you were already walking away.

“Whatever,” you muttered, storming off toward your dorm room without looking back.

The second your door shut behind you, you exhaled sharply, pressing a hand against your aching forehead. All you wanted was some peace. Was that too much to ask?

“Trouble in paradise,” Denki said raising an eyebrow.

“Shit the fuck up!” Bakugo yelled “Pinky what’s wrong with her?”

Mina sighed shaking her head “you know what figure it out Bakugo because I told you to keep it down but you didn’t want to listen,” she walked over pulling Kirishima out the room with her to hang out and get at him for being loud when she said not to.

The moment you shut your door, you let out a long sigh, curling up beneath your blankets. Your body ached, your head pounded, and the lingering frustration from earlier made it impossible to relax.

You knew Bakugo hadn’t meant to piss you off. But between the cramps, the exhaustion, and the loud voices that had jolted you awake, it had been too much.

A little while later there was a knock at your door.

You sighed. “Go away.”

The door creaked open anyway.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Heavy footsteps, the rustle of his hoodie, the scent of caramel and smoke—Bakugo.

The bed dipped as he sat down beside you, but he didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there, arms crossed, knee bouncing slightly.

“…Still mad?” he muttered.

You sighed again, rolling onto your back to look at him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, staring at a spot on the floor instead. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight.

“No,” you admitted. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, well… I was bein’ an ass.”

You let out a small, tired laugh. “Yeah, you were.”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, finally glancing at you. His gaze flickered over your face, lingering on the crease in your brow, the exhaustion in your eyes.

“…You still feel like shit?” He said cautiously moving a little bit of hair out your face resting the waters.

You huffed. “Like I got hit by a bus.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, wordlessly, he shifted—kicking off his shoes before climbing into bed beside you. He tugged you against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. His other hand slipped beneath your hoodie, resting warm and firm against your lower stomach.

You inhaled sharply, but not from pain this time. His warmth seeped into your skin, soothing the worst of your cramps almost instantly.

“…Bakugo?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his lips brushing the top of your head. “Go to sleep.”

You rested your head against his chest, your fingers brushing over the fabric of his shirt. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath it, and the sensation was calming. The anger and frustration from earlier seemed so distant now, replaced by the quiet comfort of his embrace.

You tilted your head up, catching his gaze, and despite how much you wanted to thank him, the words escaped you. Instead, you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

He froze for a moment, surprised, but when his gaze softened, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—just slow, tender, like he was giving you the space to feel safe. His hand moved gently to the back of your neck, keeping you close.

When the kiss broke, he muttered, “Better now?”

You nodded, your lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah.”

He kissed the top of your head again, his fingers tracing soft circles against your skin. “Good.”

The pain didn’t vanish completely, but between his warmth, his steady breathing, and the comfort of his arms, it was a hell of a lot easier to ignore.

You closed your eyes, feeling your body relax into him. This time, when sleep came, it was peaceful.

“Love you y/n” he grumbled like he was being forced to say it.

“Love you too kats”

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“Because I’m older”

Background: Bakugo x f!reader, secret relationship, older girlfriend, fluff, Bakugo being nice

Summary: Bakugo and you have been dating for a while but he doesn’t want the ‘extras’ in his business. So when you both hang you the excuse is that you’re tutoring him, but he obviously doesn’t need it.

You sat in front of the mirror, looking at your hair one last time, making sure every braid was in the right spot before zipping up the jacket you had stolen from Bakugo’s closet the last time you were in his dorm. As you walked downstairs toward the dorm exit, you heard Mirio call out for you.

“Where are you going? It’s getting dark,” he questioned from the kitchen.

“Oh, umm… for a walk,” you quickly replied, hoping he would believe it.

“A walk, huh?”

“Yeah, you know… training was tiring, but I still have a little extra energy. And I can watch the sunset.”

“You mind if I come with?”

“You can’t!—uh, I mean, I’m trying to, like, clear my head, you know? Wind down. Don’t you have to be somewhere watching Eri?”

“So, you’re going to see the problem child from 1A.”

“Fine, but it’s just tutoring.”

“Tutoring a kid that’s a top student almost every day? Look, you may not wanna give me all the details, but I know there’s something going on.”

“I will talk to you later, Mirio,” you said quickly, scurrying out the door and walking to the 1A dorm building.

When you got to the dorms, you pulled out your phone and went to Bakugo’s contact to text him that you were there. As soon as you hit send, the door opened, and Bakugo grabbed your hand, dragging you past his classmates with a very annoyed look. He was grumbling about something you couldn’t quite hear, but you were too focused on all the stares you were getting as he pulled you upstairs to his room.

He opened the door, pulled you in, and turned to lock it—nothing new, since he always did that when you were over. You walked around his room, scanning for anything new since last week, but it was mostly the same—just somehow cleaner than last time.

“What took you so goddamn long, angel?” he asked, sitting down on his bed.

“Well, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I had to drop everything the moment you text me,” you said, sitting next to him. As you looked at him, you could tell something was off—he wasn’t as loud as usual. “Joking, Kats. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, dumbass.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But what are we doing?” you asked, laying back and propping yourself up on his pillows.

“That stupid movie you wanted to watch came out. I guess we could watch it.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“Tch. Whatever,” he said, looking away and tossing the remote to you.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek and giving him a one-arm hug.

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As you both watched the movie—or, well, you watched the movie while Katsuki laid on you with his face buried in your chest, tightly hugging you—you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you today?” you asked, massaging his scalp.

“Tch. Annoying-ass Deku,” he mumbled.

Then it clicked. You knew that Katsuki and Izuku didn’t get along too well—they were some sort of male version of frenemies. So it made sense that he was mad about something Izuku did.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

Immediately, he sat up like a dog perking up at a sudden noise, looking at you as if you had just asked if the sky was blue.

“I’ll take that as a no,” you said, amused.

Instead of pushing the topic, you leaned in, pressing three soft pecks against his lips, each one lingering a second longer than the last.

“Tch,” he scoffed, but his grip on you tightened slightly.

“Feeling better yet?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his gaze softened. “Just shut up and watch the damn movie.”

Smirking, you pulled him back down against you, resuming your gentle touch against his scalp. Whatever had pissed him off earlier could wait—right now, all that mattered was this quiet moment between you two.

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Katsuki Bakugo is fine ash like listen. First episode I saw him and I said damn then he started talking and I knew that was my future husband. Now I just gotta figure out how to enter into the show, yk?