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bakugou doesn’t get the hype—until she gives him one, too.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

You had a little plush keychain hanging off your bag—a fluffy round bear with stubby arms and a grumpy face. It reminded you of someone.

Bakugou noticed. “What’s that ugly thing?”

You laughed. “It’s cute! And it looks like you.”

“Tch. Whatever.”

The next day, you handed him one.

It was almost the same—but this one had a tiny scowl stitched on its face and spiky little tufts of fake fur. You held it out with a grin. “So we can match.”

He stared. “You serious?”

You nodded. “You don’t have to put it on your bag if you don’t want—”

Before you could finish, he snatched it from your hand, avoiding your eyes.

The next morning, it was clipped to his backpack, right next to the zipper. When you pointed it out with a teasing smile, he just muttered, “Shut up.”

But you saw the way he always made sure it didn’t fall off.

And the way he never took it off again.

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bakugou likes the way she smells—too much.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

“Are you seriously sniffing me right now?”

You raised an eyebrow as Bakugou shamelessly leaned in again, nose brushing your shoulder.

“Tch. Shut up,” he muttered, cheeks pink. “You smell good.”

You giggled. “It’s just perfume.”

“Yeah, well… I like it. A lot,” he grumbled, arms folding like it would hide his flustered face.

You leaned closer, teasing. “Wanna borrow it?”

“No,” he grunted. Then softer, “Just stay close.”

So you did.

And if he kept sniffing you like a lovesick puppy after that—well, you didn’t mind one bit.

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what do you mean you’re together?

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff.

“What do you mean you’re together?”

Silence hit the common room like a slap.

Bakugou stood with his arms crossed, scowling. “Are you deaf? We’re dating. Me and her.”

All eyes turned to you. You gave a small shrug. “Surprise?”

“Since when?!” Mina shrieked.

“School festival,” Bakugou muttered.

“That was six months ago!!” Kaminari practically screamed.

“You’ve been hiding it this whole time?” Kirishima asked, betrayed.

Bakugou scoffed. “You extras would’ve made it a circus.”

“But you yelled at her over a croissant yesterday,” Jirou pointed out.

“She got mine after.”

The room paused.

Then—

The room exploded.

“You guys are unbelievable!”

“Who else is secretly dating?! Todoroki? Are you hiding someone too?!”

“I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WHEN HE SAID ‘PLEASE’ LAST WEEK!!”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and looked away, ears just barely pink.

“Tch. This is exactly why we didn’t say anything.”

You tried not to smile too much.

He didn’t look at you—but he didn’t move away either.

Typical Bakugou.

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bakugou was asleep—until she asked that.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

It was 1:47 AM.

Bakugou was sleeping peacefully, one arm draped over your waist, his breathing slow and steady against the back of your neck.

Then you whispered, “Katsuki…”

He didn’t move.

So you turned to face him and poked his cheek. “Katsuki.”

He groaned lowly, cracking one eye open. “What…”

You smiled sheepishly. “If you had to fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses… which would you pick?”

He stared at you.

In dead silence.

“…You woke me up,” he said slowly, “for that?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Well? Answer.”

Bakugou dragged his hand down his face and muttered, “I’m gonna fight you in a second.”

You laughed softly, and he sighed hard through his nose.

“…The big-ass duck,” he finally grumbled. “Less legs to kick.”

You beamed. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

He closed his eyes again, pulling you back into his chest with a tired grunt.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You grinned, whispering into his shirt, “I’d pick the duck too.”

“Go to sleep, dumbass.”

But he was smiling.

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a bouquet of stories. (masterlist)

╰┈➤ katsuki bakugou’s masterlist.

𖤐 fluff. ★ angst. ✦ request.

𖤐 puppy eyes - bakugou says no, your puppy eyes say otherwise.

𖤐 head kisses - bakugou kisses your head, often.

𖤐 lip gloss - bakugou always has your lip gloss, just in case.

𖤐 lip balm - bakugou kisses you, for the lip balm

𖤐 trinkets - bakugou keeps your trinkets, pretends they don’t mean anything.

𖤐 sweets - bakugou who likes sweets, especially hers.

𖤐 yapper - bakugou’s girlfriend never shuts up, and that’s just how he likes it (deleted)

𖤐 random - bakugou was asleep, until she asked that.

𖤐 together?! - what do you mean you’re together?

𖤐 scent - bakugou likes the way she smells, too much.

𖤐 doll - bakugou doesn’t get the hype, until she gives him one, too.

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bakugou who likes sweets—especially hers.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

Bakugou wasn’t known for being sweet.

He was known for yelling during gym, blowing things up during training, and scowling like it was his default setting. People knew better than to hand him snacks—he’d just scoff and ignore them.

Except you.

Every morning, without fail, you slipped three homemade cookies into his hand before homeroom.

“You better eat them before second period,” you’d whisper with a grin.

“Tch. I don’t need reminders,” he’d mutter—but you always caught the way he held the bag carefully. Always took a second to peek inside. Always finished all three.

The class eventually noticed. People would offer him snacks, candies, even fancy pastries from the convenience store.

He turned them all down.

“You allergic or something?” Kaminari asked once, mid-lunch.

Bakugou just stuffed the last bite of your cookie into his mouth and said, “I don’t eat trash.”

Later that day, when you passed him your usual three cookies, he didn’t let go of your hand right away.

“…Tomorrow,” he mumbled, eyes flicking to the side. “Make four.”

“Four?” You tilted your head.

“One’s for Kaminari. I’m gonna eat it in front of him.”

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bakugou keeps your trinkets—pretends they don’t mean anything.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x gn!reader. fluff

You liked little things.

Tiny seashells, shiny buttons, oddly-shaped rocks, plastic rings from gacha machines—your desk was a chaotic shrine of mismatched trinkets and treasures that you insisted had vibes.

Bakugou didn’t get it. Not at first.

“They’re just junk,” he muttered once, watching you carefully line up a set of glittery frog-shaped pins during lunch.

“They’re not junk,” you said, without looking up. “They’re small and weird and they make me happy.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue again.

A few days later, you handed him something.

It was a keychain. A small rubber chibi of a red-eyed dragon holding a flower.

“For you,” you said, casually. “It reminded me of you.”

Bakugou squinted at it like it had insulted his ancestors. “Why?”

“Looks angry. Still holds flowers.”

He didn’t say anything, just stuffed it in his pocket like it was nothing.

(It ended up on his dorm key later. You noticed.)

Then came a polished black stone shaped like a heart. A silver safety pin with a smiley face bead you’d added yourself. A capsule from a vending machine that popped open to reveal a sparkly sticker with the words “You Tried.”

You’d hand them to him quietly, whenever the mood struck. “For luck.” “You looked annoyed today.” “This one matches your hoodie.”

And each time, he’d huff, shove it in his pocket, and grumble something about you being a weirdo.

But he never gave any of them back.

One night, after a long study session, you spotted something on his desk.

A tiny ceramic turtle you gave him last week.

Sitting right next to his pencil case.

Your eyes flicked to him.

“What?” he snapped.

“You kept it.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, face turning red, “they’re… better than junk, I guess.”

You smiled.

And the next day?

You gave him a glow-in-the-dark star sticker.

And he stuck it on his phone. Without a word.

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bakugou kisses you—for the lip balm

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

Bakugou wasn’t exactly a PDA guy. Everyone knew that. He didn’t do hand-holding in front of the squad, and he’d sooner blast himself into orbit than say something mushy out loud.

But damn, your lip balm drove him crazy.

You were sitting on the couch in his dorm room, legs tossed over his lap, scrolling on your phone while he pretended to focus on the show playing. Your lips were slightly glossy—he noticed immediately. A light pink tint, shiny and sweet.

He leaned in without warning, cupping your jaw and kissing you, firm and deliberate.

You blinked, caught off guard, but smiled into it.

When he pulled away, you looked up at him with an amused glint in your eyes. “Another kiss? That’s the third time in ten minutes.”

“Tch,” he scoffed, looking away like you’d just insulted him. “You talk too much. Had to shut you up.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Or… you just really like my new lip balm?”

He froze.

You smirked. “Cherry blossom. Figured I’d try something new.”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he grumbled, but the way his ears turned red gave him away. “You’re just always putting that shiny crap on.”

You leaned closer, lips just inches from his. “You sure? Because you seem to kiss me more when I’m wearing it.”

He said nothing.

Then kissed you again.

Maybe twice.

And he still never admitted it.

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bakugou always has your lip gloss—just in case.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

You were halfway through class when you suddenly noticed—your lip gloss was missing. Probably left it on the bathroom sink again.

You sighed, annoyed, quietly digging through your bag for a backup. Nothing.

Before you could say anything, Bakugou dropped something small onto your desk.

You looked up, confused.

“It’s your lip gloss,” he said, sounding way too chill for someone holding your favorite shade. “Don’t ask why I have it.”

You stared at him.

“Since when do you carry my lip gloss?”

He shrugged, avoiding your eyes. “I dunno. Figured you might need it.”

You raised an eyebrow but smiled. It was kind of like him to think ahead, even if he acted like it was a pain.

From then on, whenever you forgot your gloss, you just knew Bakugou would have a spare waiting. No big deal.

Except it kind of was.

Because only Bakugou would carry your lip gloss… and not make a fuss about it.

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bakugou kisses your head—often.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x gn!reader. fluff

Bakugou wasn’t soft. At least, not usually.

But when it came to you, softness crept in—especially when you were close enough for him to catch the scent of your shampoo. It was light and clean, something like peaches or flowers, and it clung to your hair in a way that drove him crazy.

So he kissed your head. All the time.

At first, it was casual—after training, before bed, while passing by. But it turned into a habit. A comfort.

One morning, you caught him. He kissed the top of your head as you made tea, and you turned with a smile.

“You always do that,” you said.

He blinked. “Do what?”

“Kiss my head. Why?”

He looked away, ears tinting pink. “Tch… I just like how your hair smells.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“It smells like you. Like… home.”

That shut you up for a second.

You smiled then, quietly, and leaned into him. “You’re such a sap.”

“Don’t push it,” he muttered—but kissed your head again anyway.

Because he couldn’t help it. You smelled like home. And he never wanted to forget it.

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bakugou says no—your puppy eyes say otherwise.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

“No.”

Bakugou was already pulling his hoodie over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. “It’s cold. I’m wearing it.”

“But Katsuki…” you whined, watching him like a sad puppy from the edge of his bed. “Yours are always warmer.”

He shot you a look. “You’ve got ten hoodies at home.”

“But not yours.”

“No.”

You pouted. He turned away. You crept closer. Then—the look. Wide, shimmering puppy eyes. Slight tilt of the head. Soft little “please?”

Bakugou sighed sharply, refusing to look at you at first. “Stop that. It’s manipulative.”

You blinked slowly. “Please,” you whispered again, holding your hands in front of you like a child asking for candy.

He finally looked at you.

Dead silence.

A beat passed. Then another.

“…F***ing hell,” he muttered, already tugging the hoodie back over his head and tossing it your way. “Take it. You’re so damn annoying.”

You squealed happily, burying your face in it as you pulled it on. “Smells like you,” you mumbled with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, cheeks tinged pink as he looked anywhere but at you.

Still, you saw the tiny smirk tug at his lips when you weren’t looking.

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“a garden of rose and reveries.”

𖦹 rosie, 7teen, she/her, katsuki lover.

𖦹 a rose for my lover

a bouquet of stories. 𖦹 rose etiquette.

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𖦹 started : 5/19/25

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