#katsuki fluff

[kelisewrites]

Hii!

Could we get Katsuki x fem!reader finally meeting for the first time? Maybe they're long distance dating, but Katsuki's waiting at the airport at her gate SO anxiously. What would their first time meeting be like? <3

finally meeting katsuki!

katsuki is pacing around near the baggage claim, checking his phone for probably the 10th time to see when your plane landed.

10 minutes ago. where the fuck were you? he grumbles just as a flood of people walk out of the nearest automatic doors.

he scans the crowd like his life depends on it when he finally spots you.

your eyes catch his at the same time— he’s wearing sweats and has a entire bouquet of flowers in his left hand.

you offer a little wave from afar as you begin heading towards him, trying not to be awkward.

when you reach him, he’s boring his eyes into you, looking at you like he’s taking everything in.

“did you get me flowers?” you smile.

he hands them to you, “don’t make it weird. couldn’t show up empty handed.”

you smiled at his response. it was so weird hearing his voice in real time and not through your phone.

katsuki was bigger than you expected too— like, sure you’d seen photos and called him but you never thought he would be this tall.

you feel his arms wrap around you hesitantly, like he’s not sure if he should. you hug him back and feel his body instantly relax.

“the plane was good?” he asks, trying to start a conversation.

“it was amazingg. you didn’t have to pay for first class y’know.”

he scoffs, “don’t start. you know coach is ass.”

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[syrecjh]

──★ ˙🎀 ̟ !! Rumor Has It (It’s You)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

There was a hum in the air that morning—light, charged, and humming with electricity far beyond Kaminari’s doing. The kind of collective silence that says everyone knows something, and the room swelled with it like a balloon about to pop.

“A rumor?” you blinked, halfway through your toast. “What kind of rumor?”

Mina leaned across the table like she was about to hand-deliver gossip with the reverence of a sacred scroll. “Someone in this class,” she sang, “has a crush.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Even Todoroki paused mid-sip.

Midoriya nearly choked. “A-A crush? In Class 1-A?”

“Not just anyone,” Kaminari grinned, nudging Kirishima, who was already biting his lip like he was holding back a nuclear secret. “It’s Bakugo.”

Silence fell like a bomb.

“…You’re joking.” Your laugh was reflexive, sharp with disbelief. “Bakugo? Katsuki Bakugo? Like… boom boom murder man?”

“Oi, I heard that!” his voice barked from across the room, making half the class jump. He didn’t even look up from tying his shoes, but his scowl deepened as if the sheer act of you laughing at the idea stung something in him.

“It’s real,” Sero added, all too happy to stir the pot. “He’s been acting kinda weird lately. Less explosive. Kinda quieter. Real soft—well, for him.”

“You mean growling at 40 decibels instead of 100?”

“Exactly!” Mina slapped the table. “It’s definitely a crush.”

Midoriya was spiraling. “No no no, Bakugo doesn’t—he doesn’t do that—he doesn’t like people like that—he’s emotionally stunted—”

“Gee, thanks for the diagnosis, nerd,” Bakugo hissed under his breath, but Midoriya didn’t even hear it. He was busy dissecting every social interaction they’ve had since first year.

Meanwhile, you sat there, sipping your drink, amused and thoroughly entertained. You tilted your head. “So… who’s the girl?”

The BakuSquad exchanged glances. The kind that screamed "We Know, But We’re Not Telling."

“No clue,” Kirishima lied, smile too bright. “Could be anyone.”

“Five bucks says it’s someone who’s, like, his total opposite,” Sero added, grin stretching like tape.

Mina twirled her straw. “She might not even know.”

“Especially if she’s dense as hell,” Bakugo muttered, low and nearly lost in the sound of clinking mugs and giggles.

“What was that?” you asked.

“Nothing.” His ears were red. “Mind your damn business.”

But then it started to build—the teasing.

“Bakugo, you wanna spar?” Sero grinned. “Or you busy writing love letters?”

“Hey Bakugo,” Kaminari added during lunch, “is she your type? The girl you’re crushing on? Is she, I dunno… sitting near us?”

“You bastards have a death wish, I swear to god—”

Even Kirishima, ever the loyal wingman, had his moments of mischief. “Come on, bro, you’ve got to tell her eventually.”

“I’m not telling her anything,” he grumbled.

What you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that every single jab, every poke, every sarcastic comment was aimed in your direction. And Bakugo, poor Bakugo, was burning alive in the quiet hell of his own creation.

Because how could he tell you?

That he noticed when you braided your hair different.

That he pretended not to care when you fell asleep at your desk, but stayed close enough to shove a jacket under your head.

That your laugh was the only thing that didn’t make him want to blow something up.

That it wasn’t the teasing that drove him mad—it was the fact that you didn’t know.

That the girl who laughed the loudest when Mina teased him, who asked “Who is it, huh? She must be lucky”—was the girl he was terrified of losing the second he said her name out loud.

So instead, he scowled and stayed silent. Let the rumors run. Let them laugh.

Let them all know—except you.

And maybe that was enough, for now.

But gods help him if someone else figured it out before you did.

[ribbonbambisblog]

Katsuki Bakugo, who’s a ‘bar soap works fine,’ x Fem!Reader who’s a 20 step skincare routine enthusiast

He’ll protest at first.

Scrunch his nose in disgust, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist when your own extends out to his face, clear liquid running lazily down your fingers. But when you look up at him with those damn puppy dog eyes, he freezes. The way you’re looking up at him, pouting innocently, your voice coming out more like a plea then a challenge, he’s rendered helpless.

“let me moisturise your face, kats.”

His grip on your wrists loosen, sighing softly at the irresistible sweetness in your voice.

He caves when you smile— one of warmth and familiarity, his resolve disappearing instantly.

“fucking— fine, do it before I change my mind.”

And the way you practically squeal in delight only serves to make his head spin faster. he’ll huff and puff as your hands delicately smooth over his face, the cold serum on your fingertips coating his skin.

“Your skin’s dry,”

You comment harmlessly, and he tenses, maybe out of annoyance, or possibly embarrassment.

But at the reassurance of a soft kiss pressed to his jaw, he relaxes again, letting himself lean into your touch as your fingers run over his dangerously chiseled features.

“Yer ticklin’ me.”

His eyes fluttering closed as he grumbles, but he doesn’t pull away.

Once you’re finished, your palms wrap around his cheeks, squishing them together as you turn your attention to his now slightly glistening face in the mirror.

“So pretty.”

He grumbles in response, feigning annoyance in a futile attempt to conceal the blush creeping across his cheeks, but his hands still snake around you, finding solace on the skin of your hips.

His eyes follow suit, gaze fixated on the reflection of you and the sight of your hands still on his cheeks, like he’s trying to memorise this moment. you.

He presses a deliberate kiss to the side of your forehead.

“not as pretty as you, dumbass.”

[bakugoos]

🜼 ⋆ texts with boyfriend katsuki

[catsoupki]

being the only hero to ever score a merch collaboration with the dynamight, those products resell at an upwards of ¥285,000 on different websites, if not for more in overseas stores. hoodies, mugs, plushies— you name it, and it’ll have people mass-hoarding them.

the downside, though, is that the press loooves asking you how you managed to accomplish such a feat: “how does it feel to be the only woman to work with dynamight?” “why do you think dynamight chose to work with you? is there something beneath the waters that the fans aren’t aware of?”

it’s stupid, tiring, and dynamight shut that shit down within two seconds of the reporter opening his mouth. in bakugou’s words, “it’s fucking dumb to attribute your credibility as a hero and partner to either being a woman or to seducing me.”

and what he says is very much true— you’re a regular occupier of the top 10 hero ranks, with one of the highest (if not the highest) success rates in your solo missions. you’re consistently rated “most versatile hero” by the public month and month again. but…

“well, katsu, you can’t blame them, we are married.”

[taodarlington]

WILDFLOWER , yung kai .ೃ࿐ bakugou katsuki

SYNOPSIS : bakugou katsuki as your boyfriend headcannons

NOTES : three week disappearance?? wowww. i have reached a new low, no use of y/n, fluff

bakugou katsuki who is your boyfriend.

bakugou katsuki who remembers your fast food order down to which sauce you prefer based on how you're feeling, but always hesitstes on his own order.

bakugou katsuki who writes bullet points on his notes app about your favorites and your dislikes so that he won't forget anything.

bakugou katsuki who acts like he could care less about your stupid dress to impress game on roblox, but will play it with you anyways and vote you five stars while pointing out seven things wrong with every other outfit.

bakugou katsuki who always lets you choose which movie to watch, even if it's been his turn for the past four weeks.

bakugou katsuki who tucks you back into the blankets after you had kicked them away in your sleep.

bakugou katsuki who helps you draw your eyeliner on after you voice your frustrations about how you could never do them right.

bakugou katsuki who makes sure you're okay after training before anything else, handing you your water bottle first.

bakugou katsuki who claims that your music taste sucks worse than kirishima's, but finds himself clicking on your spotify profile the next time he wants to listen to music while studying.

bakugou katsuki who doesn't walk in front of you, but instead beside you with his hands out of his pockets and his posture straight.

bakugou katsuki who sees you for who you are, and not who you try to be.

bakugou katsuki who acknowledges both your strengths and weaknesses, using them as an opportunity to help you grow.

bakugou katsuki who divulges his insecurities to you in the privacy of his dorm. he knows he can trust you with anything, and hell would have to freeze over if he were to ever let you go.

bakugou katsuki who loves with his entire heart. he doesn't need a reason to. he just does.

bakugou katsuki who loves you. you're his world.

bakugou katsuki who would let earth destroy itself if it meant that you'd be safe and happy with him.

bakugou katsuki who is yours.

do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

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xoxo, tao

[sammywritesweirdness]

Bakugou Katsuki with a bimbo girlfriend, ditzy, bubbly, sparkly, but smart in her own way

Bakugou knew he had type, strong, independent, quiet and tactical girls who didn’t giggle at everything or stop mid-conversation to take selfies with the “good lighting.”

And then he met you.

You’d shown up to the agency internship dressed in a painfully pink combat outfit—trimmed with rhinestones or maybe even glitter no less—blowing a bubble with your gum and twirling your hair like you were in a music video. You waved at him smiling wide with a hand on your hip. “Hiya, Dynamight! Omg, I love your arms. You must work out, like, all the time.”

He blinked. Twice. “…Tch. What the hell?”

He immediately labeled you as a glitter bomb and went back to training, assuming you wouldn’t last a week.

But you did.

Scratch that, you thrived. Sure, you asked “dumb” questions, had a voice like honeyed candy, and squealed every time you chipped a nail, but you were observant, quick on your feet, and surprisingly intuitive. You’d dodge an attack mid-spin just to fix your hair and still land a knockout. And the worst part?

Bakugou started to like it

⸻

Weeks passed and you stayed the same: bubbly, touchy, a little ditzy but sharp where it counted. You’d waltz into the agency in tiny skirts and matching gloss, sipping pink smoothies and telling him, “Mr Dynamite, babe, you should try a strawberry one sometime! It’ll help balance your rage.” He grunted and told you to shut up.

But the first time he tried one, he didn’t tell a soul. You caught him sipping it in the break room, and he scowled as you squealed, “You like it!! See? You have a sweet side.” He never lived that down.

He started falling quick, started getting jealous easier when you’d call Kaminari “cutie,” wink at Sero, compliment Shoto’s eyes and Bakugou is on edge the entire time. He gets snappier. Glares more. Throws side-eye every time someone makes you laugh.

⸻

The real turning point came during a joint mission. Some low-tier villain made the mistake of calling you “useless” and “just some dumb barbie.” You’d smiled at them, all teeth and lip gloss. “Aww, that’s so cute! You think that.” And then you dropped them. Fast. Hard. Efficient.

Bakugou had watched the whole thing from a rooftop, arms crossed, heart pounding way too hard for comfort.

When you looked up at him and blew him a kiss, he realized with a grunt of horror: He was so screwed.

⸻

He didn’t officially ask you out — of course not. That wasn’t his style. Instead, he shoved a bouquet of red flowers at you one day after training and barked, “You’re mine now, got it?” You blinked at the flowers. Then at him. “Aww… Like officially?”

Bakugou huffed and grumbled a small “Yeah. Officially.”

You gasped, throwing your arms around him. “This is, like, the cutest way anyone’s ever asked me out me!!”

“I didn’t asked yo—ugh, whatever.”

You wore the biggest, sparkliest heart earrings the next day, bragging to everyone who would listen:

“My boyfriend’s Dynamight. He’s, like, a total mega hero. It’s soooo hot.”

[rosereveries]

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.

©rosereveries

[luvvixu]

soap and soft / k. bakugo

doing laundries with him <3

sundays in the dorms were always quieter.

there were no training drills, no surprise aizawa pop quizzes, and no patrol rotations. just the soft hum of washing machines down the hall and the occasional hallway race between kaminari and kirishima that ended in yelling.

you were sitting on the floor in the laundry room, folding your uniforms into a neat stack on your lap. across from you, katsuki bakugo sat with his back against the opposite dryer, folding his shirts with laser precision—almost violently, actually.

“why do you fold like you’re mad at the fabric?” you teased, watching him crease the sleeves of a black long-sleeve shirt like it insulted his family.

“i’m not mad,” he muttered. “i’m efficient.”

“you’re glaring at your socks.”

“they don’t match.”

you laughed, tossing a balled-up hoodie at him. he caught it one-handed, unamused but fond.

“nerd,” he said under his breath.

but when he looked at you—hair a little messy, sleeves rolled up, legs crossed and socked toes peeking out from under your pajama pants—he smiled without realizing it.

because nothing in the world made him feel calmer than this.

just you. just him. just clean laundry and soft silence and no one expecting him to blow something up.

when you finished folding, he scooted closer—offering his lap like a throne.

“c’mere.”

you climbed into his lap with no resistance, arms wrapping around his neck, laundry temporarily forgotten.

he kissed your temple and muttered, “next time, i’m just buying you a damn maid outfit.”

you rolled your eyes. “and next time, i'm gonna put you inside the washing machine until your mind becomes clean.”

“only if it can handle me.”

you both laughed.

and in that tiny laundry room, filled with the smell of detergent and fresh cotton, you felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

safe. soft. yours.

©luvvixu2025

a/n: wrote this cause i need motivation to do my laundry >:(

[megumismyhusband]

you don’t have to ask. you don’t even have to say a word. if katsuki so much as thinks you like something, it’s already yours.

you glance at a pair of shoes for a little too long? they’re sitting in your closet the next day. admire a necklace in a store window? it’s already in a gift box waiting on your nightstand. sigh about your nails being grown out? your appointment is booked, paid for, and he’s driving you there himself.

“katsuki, baby, you don’t have to—”

“shut up. yeah, i do.”

because to him, spoiling you isn’t a treat, it’s a necessity. how could he not? when you’re the love of his life, his everything, the reason he pushes himself to be better every goddamn day, why wouldn’t he want to give you everything?

and he doesn’t just spoil you with things. no, katsuki goes above and beyond. he wakes up earlier to make sure your coffee is exactly how you like it. gives you the last bite of his favorite meal, no hesitation. runs you a bath when you’re stressed, carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch, kisses your forehead as he tucks you in.

sometimes you tease him for it. “you’re so obsessed with me,” you giggle, poking at his cheek as he tightens the diamond bracelet around your wrist.

he scoffs, but you notice his ears turn a little pink. “yeah? and?” he grumbles, but his hands are gentle, making sure the clasp is secure. he presses a kiss to your palm before lacing his fingers with yours.

and when he sees the way you smile — soft, sweet, and his, he knows he’d do it all over again, a million times over.

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[syrecjh]

Bakugo is a date-to-marry type — not out of some starry-eyed notion of romance, but because permanence is how he breathes. Because he doesn’t waste time on anything fleeting. Once he’s chosen you, that’s it. You’re his — not in a possessive, suffocating way, but in the sacred, I’d-die-before-I-let-you-go kind of way. The moment he let his guard down, let you in, his heart sealed the deal before his mouth ever uttered the words.

He doesn’t fall in love gently. He crashes into it, all noise and flame and stubborn devotion. And once he does, that’s it — you’re not just someone he loves. You’re his person, his future, his peace in the chaos. It shows in the way he says your name like a shield, like a prayer. In the way he always walks on the side of the road closest to traffic. In the way he watches you sleep like the world could crumble if he blinked.

He’s the kind of man who’d leave his hero agency early just to bring you soup when you’re sick, grumbling the whole time while checking your forehead with the back of his hand. The kind who keeps your picture tucked in his locker behind his gloves — not for anyone else to see, but so he can glance at it before every mission and remember why he comes back alive.

Bakugo doesn't say forever with flowers or poems. He says it with calloused fingers fixing the strap of your gear. With him cooking hot meals after long patrols. With the way he lets you wear his hoodie and pretends he doesn’t care, even though he’s memorized the exact way it hangs off your frame.

And if anyone dares to think he’d ever let you go — they don’t know Bakugo Katsuki.

Because once you’re his, you’re his forever. Not just in this life, but every life after. You’re stuck with him — in the best, most terrifying, most comforting way. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ribbonbambisblog]

♡ late night flashlight ♡

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader in a secret relationship

a/n: no smut !! only pure fluff here :P

It started off as a knock.

A gentle tap against the door, fist hitting the wood in search of a set of notes from a class you’d missed.

In first year, it was occasional; unfamiliar to him, yet there was something oddly addictive about the way you’d knock. Call out his name softly, treating it like it was porcelain.

In second year, it became more frequent; no longer searching for notes, careful knocks laced with something softer.

Now in third year, it’d spiralled into something more. It was practically second nature to you: your eyes always returning to the same spot on his door. Worn down by the repeated rap of your knuckles against the wood. Branded with you. For you.

And in return, you’d tailored a knock specifically for him. Once, twice.

He opened it instinctively, and you repeated the usual routine of quietly slipping into his dorm, slippers shuffling along the carpet under the cover of the darkness, as he closed the door behind you, concealing everything that you two had delicately forged together.

“Almost thought you’d forgotten, dumbass.”

“Like I ever could.”

This hour was saved for you two. Raw confessions and tender kisses, woven between the fabric of secrecy. A side of him, tucked underneath all of the layers of his hostility and guarded walls, ones only you were allowed access to. Because you never broke down his walls– never forced your way through them, just patiently waited, letting them corrode on his own terms.

In truth, keeping your relationship a secret was Katsuki’s idea. He’d asked you, voice unsteady and sheltered under the quiet hum of the moon. You remember the way his fingers splayed possessively over the bare skin of your stomach, fingers unusually twitching as he asked you.

“I just don’t want anybody to know.. ‘Bout us. Feels like an invasion of privacy.”

He knew what it might’ve looked like. But it wasn’t because he was ashamed of you –quite the opposite, actually– but because deep down, he was afraid. To him, admitting to his classmates he was in love with you felt like surrendering to vulnerability. Even more so, worry knotted tightly in his chest at the thought of something you had built bare handed, together, molded by whispered admissions, would shatter if anybody else found out. Because this hour, contained within his dorm room walls, was designed only for you two.

Surprisingly, you agreed. You understood.

“I get it, Kats. What’s said here, stays here.”

And goddamn, he couldn’t love you any more than he did in that moment. His kiss, so tender and grateful, communicating that he loved you in a way that words couldn’t, pressed against your lips. Like you were something sacred, a silent prayer left unspoken, but didn’t need to be said.

Even so, your relationship, living in the threads of his sheets, frayed and weaved it’s way into every other part of your lives. Knowing looks shared between you from across the classroom, softened with the quiet whispers that nobody else knew about.

He’d slide you coffee milk across the table in the morning, having spent the previous night in his dorm, when he noticed the sunken purple under your eyes, the consequence of a million repeated “five more minutes,” and late night talks.

You weren’t his lock screen, but you were his home screen; a discreet vow that you were his, and you held the key to his heart.

And in the quiet of the night, he’d hold onto you, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers, silently taking you in. Like he was committing every one of your features to his memory.

“I don’t wanna stop holding you, dammit.”

“I’m not letting go any time soon.”

He loved you. He chose you. every time, quiet and fierce. Written in small gestures that were imperceivable to all who weren’t you.

Like an explosion under water. Real. Raw. Reserved for you.

And that’s all it needed to be.

[kelisewrites]

“can i tie this ribbon around your bicep?”

katsuki turns to look at you, eyeing you down already. “fuck no,”

“pleaseeee!”

he folds his arms, serious. “told you i’m done with your dumb tiktok shit”

“i just wanna see how it’s gonna look! i’ll be super quick, swear.” before he can disagree, you’re already coming at him with a pink ribbon in your hand.

his face twitches. “make it quick then.”

you begin feeling excited as you watch him hold is arm out straight towards you, giving you full access to it.

katsukis arms are just ridiculous. his big hands, boulder shoulders, and beefy forearms always drove you crazy. it’s criminal, really.

you wrap the ribbon around his bicep as tightly as you can and finish it off with a cut little bow.

you sit back, pretty proud of your work—and honestly surprised that he would let you do this in the first place.

“there! cute right?” you grin.

he blinks. “thats it? am I supposed to flex or somethin’?”

you shrug, and he decides to test it on his own. he raises his arm up and flexes his bicep slowly, watching his skin tug against the ribbon.

SNAP!

the ribbon didn’t last another second. it literally popped—loud. flew through the air, and landed on the ground somewhere.

you stood there, a little shocked at what had just happened. he broke it with just his bicep?

fuck. that’s pretty hot actually.

“that was shit.” he shrugs, rolling his sleeve back down.

“katsuki! you destroyed my ribbon!”

a smirk forms on his face, looking too smug with himself. he looks down at his arm, as if he wasn’t expecting that either.

you knew he was strong, but my god.

his smirk grows wider. “use something stronger next time,”

.ᐟ

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt katsuki's tummy..

it starts simple. he’s laying back on your bed, hoodie riding up a little, abs just barely peeking out. you’re curled next to him, cheek against his chest, arms around his waist.

but then you shift lower.

at first he thinks you’re just getting comfy, but then your cheek presses to his stomach, and you let out this soft little hum like you’ve just found your favorite place in the world.

“…what’re you doin’ down there?”

“mm… tummy,” you mumble, totally content.

he stares at the ceiling, fighting demons. his ears are beginning to tint pink.

“the hell does that mean.”

“i love your tummy,” you say, voice muffled. “so warm. so comfy.”

you press a gentle little kiss just above his waistband and he physically short-circuits. muscles twitch. cheeks go red. brain is just static and mush.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

but he doesn’t stop you. doesn’t even move. just lays there like a sacrificial lamb while you rub your cheek against his tummy and kiss it again, whispering “i love you i love you i love you.”

“you’re such a freak,” he grumbles.

you grin. “but you like it.”

he covers his face with a pillow and groans. “shut up.”

you kiss his tummy again. “never.”

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[catsoupki]

being pro-hero dynamight’s assistant has its perks.

well first-off, you’re treated like a human being! transferring from monoma and shindo’s agency was your best decision yet, here, you get your own office, a 2-hour lunch break, and 25 vacation days every year.

having dynamight as your boss is also great. he doesn’t make outrageous requests like “go refill the diffuser in my private bathroom” but, normal work stuff you signed up for.

and when you’re the assistant of a top-five hero, while there are a lot of things to do (shouto’s charity event, the met gala, his vogue interview, milan fashion week invitation, the tonight show attendance, oscar’s award ceremony yada yada yada) your job becomes fun.

but your work hours are still short and flexible, being in-office at 9:00 and out again at 5:00 means you get much more time to spend with your friends. while your own office is next to dynamight’s, it’s still open enough for his sidekicks to come chat.

so tell me why, at 8:30 pm, when your work hours have long been over, when the office is empty save for the janitor, you’re still there in your office, waiting for your boss to be back from his late patrol?

“tsk, told you not to wait for me,” his boots stomp down the hallway to where you’re seated. his mask pulled up onto his forehead, eyeliner slightly smudged from the humid night air. when he goes into his office, to change, to brush-up and grab his car keys, you begin to tidy up as well. close the lights, prepare tomorrow’s paperwork. “let’s go,” he says, back in his sweatpants and hoodie.

gosh you love your job.

[luviisabella]

Bakugo is perfect for cuddling. Why? Cause he’s big and he’s warm.

I don’t mean just big cause he’s tall, I mean muscle, he’s a pro-hero after all, he’s gotta stay fit. So it wasn’t unusual for you to see his biceps practically ripping every atom of his compression shirt when he’d go out to the gym.

Despite coming back all sweaty the first thing he likes to do is lay on you and now convince you his germs have passed onto you so he has an excuse to shower with you. From there you guys find your way to your shared bed and cuddle. His muscles caging you in, his large calloused hands wrapped around your figure, and he couldn’t be happier. He keeps you warm too, thanks to his quirk his body is always warm/hot. (Thanks to this he also usually walks around shirtless.)

So it’s not uncommon for him to place his hands under your shirt, resting them gently along your sides as he uses just the right amount of heat to warm up his hands a bit. Usually he does it when you have cramps, he’ll have you lay your back to his chest and keep his hands on your lower abdomen while you rest. Such a good boyfriend.

“Cmere”

There’s no point in him saying that when he’s already got you thrown over his shoulder, taking you off the couch as if you weren’t peacefully reading.

“Kats-“ you can’t help but giggle, seeing he’s in one of his lovesick moods.

He gently places you on the bed before climbing on top of you, his head resting on your chest gently as you find your hand in his.

You smile seeing him find relaxation in your touch.

“I love you katsuki.”

His hand warms up a bit and you can see his ears turn a little pink.

—

“I love you too.”