#mina/sero

[olives-and-lilies]

Alright, y’all know there’s two for Labrys, so here is the second one~!

Daddy Deartest by GanglyLimbs

I’ll repost the preview here, full view under the read more lovies~! We had such a good time, I regret not being able to do more for this one, I had plans…

You know, I think this is the first time I’ve done something… Like This? Came out quite nice, don’t you think?

[piedpip3rrr]

Thee kiddos

[ariart0]

Post-war sketches!

[bakusquad-plus-ultra]

Original by @diz_korall_DB

[overpassart]

kiri loses a bet (mina gets to dye his hair pink 🙂‍↕️)

[zira-draws]

getting off work with friends

[puppyaulait]

[pbeltarts]

The remaining members of the Bakusquad and Dekusquad!!

[spinatch]

some more sims shenanigans

[diced-rice]

[comm]

[nagitosstolenhand]

[eggsdrawings]

the kaminari and mina friendship is underutilized and i think we need to change that

[syrecjh]

─ .✦˚˖🎀⋆The Soft Spot He Pretends He Doesn’t Have

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

The BakuSquad runs loud. Like explosions in human form — laughing too hard, tackling each other over dumb jokes, slinging insults that somehow mean I love you in their own language.

And Katsuki Bakugo is always in the middle of it.

Always shouting. Always scowling. Always calling Kaminari a dumbass, Mina a raccoon, and Sero a noodle with tape for brains.

Except — and this is something everyone knows but no one says —he doesn’t yell at you.

He never has.

Not even when you’re late. Not even when you steal his fries. Not even when you tease him.

Especially when you tease him.

He calls you idiot sometimes, sure — but it’s different. No bark. No bite.

More like the way someone might mutter sweetheart if they’d rather die than say the word.

You’re part of the group. You’re chaos and comfort all at once. You rib Kirishima over his playlist choices and you threaten to unplug the console when Kaminari gets cocky. You sing off-key with Mina during long walks home and pull Sero into late-night baking experiments that end in kitchen disasters.

But with Bakugo?

There’s something else.

He’s still him, of course. Still sharp around the edges. Still the human embodiment of a fireworks finale.

But when it comes to you, he’s… softer. Calmer. Like a lit match that doesn’t burn unless you ask it to.

He listens more. Talks lower. Stands closer without realizing. Sometimes he’ll shove a drink into your hand before you even ask, grumbling something about you “not drinking enough water, dumbass,” while refusing to meet your eyes.

Once, you tripped during a mission and skinned your knee. It wasn’t serious. Barely even stung.

But Bakugo had turned around so fast it was like you’d been shot. He crouched beside you, voice tight and low, hands steady and too gentle for someone who could level a building.

“You okay?” he asked.

You blinked. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Tch.” He stood up stiffly, eyes flicking away. “Then stop falling behind. Moron.”

But later, when you pulled off your boots, you found a new bandage there — perfectly wrapped.

And that’s just… how he is with you.

No one really brings it up, not directly. But the others have noticed.

They notice how he sits closer to you on the couch.

How he only ever shares his food with you.

How he waits for your reaction before laughing at a joke.

And today — today, they decide they’ve had enough.

“Okay,” Mina blurts, eyes wild and glittering, “can we all agree that Bakugo is weirdly nice to Y/N?”

“I knew it wasn’t just me,” Kaminari groans, dropping his head on the table. “He let her borrow his jacket last week. You know how sacred that jacket is?”

“Guys,” you laugh nervously, nudging your tray of snacks toward them, “he’s not nice, he’s just—”

“He peeled an orange for her,” Sero says, voice hollow with disbelief. “An. Orange.”

You’re mid-sip of your drink and nearly choke. “That wasn’t—he just had nails and I didn’t—!”

“He doesn’t yell at her,” Kirishima says seriously, like it’s a war crime. “I’ve watched this man scream at a tree for dropping sap on his shoulder. But she bumps into him, spills his protein shake, and he just… sighs.”

You cover your face, heat crawling up your neck.

Mina gasps. “Wait. Wait. Katsuki Bakugo likes her.”

Bakugo walks in just as she says it.

The room freezes.

You peek through your fingers to see him pause in the doorway, frown curling like thunderclouds, gaze flicking over all of you.

“What the hell’s going on in here?” he mutters.

“Noooothing,” Mina sings, too fast.

Bakugo’s eyes narrow.

And then he sees you.

All the tension in his shoulders shifts — not vanishing, just reshaping. He walks over without a word and sets a cold drink beside you.

Your favorite one.

“Did you eat?” he asks quietly, too quietly for anyone else to hear.

You nod mutely, eyes wide.

He nods back, barely noticeable. Then, with a glance at the others — still frozen like they’re trying to telepathically record this — he mutters, “Mind your own damn business,” and flops onto the couch beside you.

Not across from you. Not near you.

Beside you.

And as he picks up the remote, body brushing yours, you hear Sero whisper:

“...He didn’t deny it.”

And you?

You don’t deny the way your heart flutters either.

Part 2

[kalofi]

i’m delving back into my roots. krbk and bakusquad how i’ve missed thee

[botanicsoul]

Shameless

ssoooooorrrrtttaaaaa bakugou katsuki x reader

-> You have no shame

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The sun beat down over the dorm’s training field, baking the turf and glinting off the handful of scattered water bottles and sweat-slicked limbs. It was supposed to be a light workout day for the Baku Squad. Keyword: supposed to be.

There was music playing—Denki’s unhinged playlist bouncing between hyperpop and metalcore—and everyone was half-dedicatedly stretching in a loose circle. Except for one person, obviously.

“Where’s Bakugou?” you asked, squinting through the light as you touched your toes.

“He’s over there,” Kirishima said, jerking his thumb toward the far side of the field. “Said, and I quote: ‘Fuck your dumbass group stretches.’”

Your gaze followed the direction of his finger—and oh.

There he was.

Bakugou Katsuki, shirtless, glistening with sweat, aggressively rolling out his quad on a foam roller like it owed him money. His jaw was tight, his muscles flexed with every shift of his body, and every few seconds he let out a deep, guttural grunt that echoed across the field like a threat.

“God,” Sero muttered beside you, stretching his arms overhead. “Get a load of this guy.”

Your voice slipped out before your brain could stop it.

“I’m fucking trying.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Mina shrieked.

Denki dropped his water bottle. Sero choked on his own laughter.

“Oh my god, dude,” Mina gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Okay but like… look at him,” you hissed, eyes still glued to where Bakugou was now doing explosive push-ups, his entire body taut with energy. “He’s rolling around on that mat like a demon. I’d kill to be that foam roller.”

“I—girl—” Mina collapsed onto her back.

“Please,” Denki wheezed. “You’re gonna get smited.”

“Let me die this way,” you said flatly. “Let it be known I went out doing what I loved—objectifying that man.”

“LOUDLY,” Sero reminded you.

“AND PROUDLY” You snorted, wiping your face with your towel before finally looking away from Bakugou’s aggressive body worship session. “It’s fine. He’s too focused to hear me.”

Spoiler:

he wasn’t.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[overpassart]

happy birthday bakugou !!! celebrate 4/20 for me would ya?