#out of the four of them Katsuki is certainly the most normal. you’d think that would be ochako but she has a thing for men getting their-

[dekusleftsock]

Hey, so you said in your tags about how katsuki is a freak in his own way, could you please expand on this idea a little and when it comes to Izuku?

Sure!

I actually made a post about this very concept semi recently but that post also didn’t really have organization lmao

The main reason I’ve always thought Katsuki as “a freak” as I dub him is for the very foundations of his personality. I think the main reason why no one in the western fandom looks at him and sees him for his (kinda) socially inept aspects is because of a combination between cultural differences and the nuances that hero society throws into Japan specifically.

It’s well known that Horikoshi’s story/world is heavily influenced by American super hero comics. Superman, Spider-Man, Harley, Poison Ivy, Bat-man, Captain America, ant man, etc. are all very obvious influences throughout the story, with characters like Allmight often feeling like a combination of Superman and Captain America.

The reason I bring this up is because the very aspects of these super hero comics is kind of in direct contradiction with Japanese society, especially as those heroics within the world affect the society around them.

Heroes are this curve ball thrown into a society that teaches its citizens to be polite, complicit, and quiet. That’s not to say that this is necessarily a “wrong” way to have a society, but I think it’s with this context that Katsuki’s character (and therefore the intentions behind it) become clearer.

Heroes are bright, loud, and powerful. But long before Katsuki was a hero he already was these things; how does that affect his social life? How do the people around him treat him in the context that he is both not a hero nor having of a quirk? If heroes are the “exceptions” to the society around them, and Katsuki is not yet an exception, then he is an outcast, right?

It’s this context that I feel most people forget. Katsuki understands the people around him, he’s very observant and nosy, but he also just doesn’t care. He is unabashedly himself at all times. Those jokes Aizawa made about keeping him out of the spotlight showcase this perfectly, Japanese society expects a certain standard for the social context around him—which he actively ignores.

It’s a very ironic aspect to his character given that most people admire and/or envy him. It puts a whole new light on izuku saying that he was the one “actually in his life”, that Izuku may have admired him before his quirk for simply being himself. Not to mention how it makes sense that he would believe izuku was looking down on him for admiring him before his quirk, because Katsuki was bullied! I think that’s an often overlooked detail given that he only became “acceptable” to most kids around him when he gained his quirk. The memory this is showcased in is entirely Izuku’s pov, which is heavily biased in the sense that he admired Katsuki. Getting jumped by kids two years older than you though is so weird, and I can’t help but wonder if the perspective might’ve changed were it in Katsuki’s pov.

To me, the idea that Izuku’s memories of Katsuki being this social god come from blind childlike envy and admiration, especially as the contextual things happening (Katsuki is a REALLY big hero fan, he’s rude, he doesn’t remember people’s names, actively terrible at making friends at UA for a good couple weeks, getting bullied to even a minimal extent) in comparison to the words being told. You are told by Izuku that Katsuki is amazing, brilliant, talented, energetic, crass, and in reality (especially when they enter UA), to most people Katsuki is annoying, loud, mean, a little intimidating, and not nearly as cool as he thinks he is. His friends spend the entirety of the beginning of their first year actively making fun of him for thinking he’s tough shit when he so obviously isn’t.

And I think the biggest most important part to this “Katsuki is a bit of a social outcast” discussion, is that the villains thought he was like them! They thought he would hurt people because he screamed “die” and didn’t like winning when he felt he didn’t earn it.

The only reason Katsuki is not as much of an outcast as, say, Izuku, is simply because he won the lottery. He earned that extra point. He caught that curve ball to Japanese society and honed it into something greater.

And, see, Izuku can’t really know/comprehend that Katsuki would be, I don’t know, unpopular to any extent (shown in the beginning of the series when he’s freaking out on the bus that HES being complimented and Katsuki is being insulted), because to him Katsuki always acted like a hero. And in a way, he does! But it’s in the way that hero society throws that curve ball, contradictory to social norms, and of course it makes sense why they still happened at all; the past was dangerous! It was life changing! Disparity and violence and death, desperation fueled this huge monumental change. And what is izuku “I don’t know how to make people like me” Midoriya going to do when this kid, Bakugou Katsuki, acts like one of the heroes on TV? He’s not gonna call the Geneva convention and ask why the hell this child isn’t acting like a normal citizen—he’ll admire him to such a visceral degree because it’s almost like he was born a hero.

I like the concept that, because heroes and villain are cut from the same cloth, relatively similar in concept and strength and past hurts in their history, that this also affects how they are socially. You are outcasted by society: you want to oppose societal norms to live freely as yourself and others as theirselves, you want to make sure everyone can smile at the end of the day because sometimes you or your parents couldn’t, you want to be the best because someone told you that you couldn’t, you want to be just like the hero on your TV, who inspired the hero in your life.

Also you need to be at least a little bit of a freak to be listening in on people’s business all the time because it involves your childhood friend/rival to literally any degree. Like bro what is wrong with you come HERE BBG LET ME PICK YOUR BRAIN APART PIECE BY PIECE

More side note: idfk where I got the Geneva convention thing. I was just thinking about how mha has genuinely had violations against the Geneva convention

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Booty Shorts

Pairing: BNHA Boys x fem!reader

Warnings: Groping and lots of making out. No-no language in Bakugou's. Idk just general vulgarity, I guess.

Author's Note: 

I don't really know what I was thinking when I came up with this, but, uh, here it is. I made this.

Anyway, my idea behind this was something along the lines of an insecure and/or modest reader who normally dresses kinda conservatively around other people but one day she decides that she's comfortable and puts on some booty shorts and a tank top (spicy spicy) more or less for her boyfriend. That's literally it. They're all a bit different, though.

I am throwing my dignity out the window here, okie? It's all for you guys, so enjoy (ya horny fricks). 

Enjoy some more BNHA trash from me!

-Sugar (from prolly four months ago. This one is kind of old and I was debating whether or not I should post it, but I’m starting to get really tired of letting it sit in my drafts and I edited it so it wasn’t quite as atrocious as the original on Wattpad)

Jesus forgive me <( ‘-////-)>

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Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Bakugou:

● You made your way up to Katsuki's dorm, cautiously making sure no one saw you

● You were wearing shorts that left little to the imagination and a hoodie, which you planned to discard soon after reaching your destination

● You knocked on Bakugou's door, which he quickly answered

● At first, he didn't even notice anything different, until his eyes slipped down and fell upon your bare legs

● He sucked in a breath and pulled you into his room, quickly shutting his door

● He pressed your back against his chest, his hands moving from their grip on your hips down to stroke your exposed thighs, then back up to squeeze your butt

● You knew he had a slight fascination with it, since you were constantly catching him watching you while you were turned away from him

● You had finally decided to give him exactly what he wanted, and you could tell he wasn't complaining

● "Did anyone see you?" he whispered in your ear, a possessive tone creeping into his voice

● "No," you breathed

● "Good." He gave you a light slap, enjoying watching the resulting jiggle

● He started guiding you towards his bed, where he pushed you down onto his mattress

● "What made you decide to tease me like this today?" he asked, bending over you, his hands going back to caressing your legs

● You shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the flush that had made itself present across your cheeks

● He smirked and met his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue quickly entering your mouth

● You sucked on it, pulling him closer as his lips moved to press against yours

● You halted your makeout session to pull your hoodie over your head, revealing a spaghetti strap tank top and no bra

● Katsuki kinda lost it; it being too early in your relationship to have been very intimate, so it wasn't like he'd seen your skin so much before

● His hands don't know where to go, wanting to be everywhere at once, touching and feeling every inch of your skin beneath him

● He palms one of your breasts, causing you to whimper into the kiss he had given you

● He decides to take his shirt off too, repaying your gesture

● The sight of his toned body causes your breath to catch in your throat and he grins at your reaction to him as you reach up your hands to touch him

● You make out for a long time on his bed, hands brushing over anywhere they could reach

● After several minutes, it comes to an end, the two of you pausing to catch your breaths

● "Why did I come over here again?" you ask no one in particular, your voice still breathless as you lay against Katsuki's pillow

● "To see me, dumbass." He settles himself beside you, his eyes occasionally dropping back down to your rising and falling chest

● "Well, yeah, but weren't we going to do something?"

● "You checked out of that when you showed up to my door in those shorts."

● "Like what you see?" You smirk

● "Of course, you stupid nerd. What did you think?"

● You chuckle and ruffle his hair, making him scowl. "Come on, weren't we going to watch a movie or something?"

● "I don't know."

● "Well we can't exactly make out all night—"

● "Says who?" Katsuki's eyes take on a familiar dangerous gleam

● If there's one thing you'd learned from your relationship, it was to never challenge Bakugou

● He straddled you once more, bending down to kiss your nearly bare chest, then worked his way back up to your collarbone, nibbling at your neck

● "Tonight," he said, his face still pressed into your skin, "I don't want to do anything that doesn't involve you up against me. And I'm not taking my hands off you until tomorrow morning."

● You swallowed and nodded, allowing him to plant more kisses against your body, worshiping your skin below him

● After another long round of making out, he finally got up and turned off his lights, sliding back into bed with you

● "You stopped touching me."

● "Fuck off." He laid his head on your boobs, tangling his legs around yours. "Good night, Princess."

● You smiled. "Good night, baby."

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Kirishima:

● You and Kirishima had just come back from a late-night walk and decided to go up to your room for the night

● Kirishima had left to go get ready for bed while you did the same; brushing your teeth, washing your face, etc

● When it came to putting on your pajamas, you looked over to your tank top and shorts

● You shrugged, deciding to go through with wearing them for the night, knowing you would be more than warm enough with Kirishima pressed against you

● When you came out of the bathroom, Kirishima had already let himself in, and was now waiting for you on the bed; his hair down, in gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt

● He turned when he heard the door open. "Hey, babe. Are you ready for—Woah."

● He stops when he catches sight of your exposed body, a dopey grin lighting up his features as his eyes slowly rove over you, taking everything in

● You're still standing by the door, a little bit shy

● He gets up and strides over to you, running his hands from your shoulders all the way down your arms, finally taking your hands in his

● He leads you to your bed, turning off the overhead light on the way, leaving your room lit only by the warm glow of your bedside lamp

● He sits back down on the edge of your bed, pulling you onto his lap

● He presses a few sweet kisses against your lips, eventually moving down to your jawline and then onto your neck

● His hands feel up the outer sides of your thighs, exploring the uncovered skin until he reaches your butt, experimentally giving it a gentle squeeze

● He finally picks you up and turns, laying you down onto your bed so he can kiss your collarbone, trailing more kisses all the way down to the exposed tops of your breasts

● You inhale deeply at the sensation and he notices, nuzzling his nose into you like an affectionate puppy

● You finally shiver and let out a little whine. The shock of if made the two of you pause and giggle

● Eijirou sighs and settles his head on your chest, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin against his face

● "What's with the wardrobe change?" he mumbles against you

● You shrug, threading your fingers through his soft red hair. "Just felt like it."

● He chuckled, the sound traveling into his chest and ending as a bit of a growl. You shivered again at the sound, your body barely held still by the weight of Kirishima

● "I like it." He kisses you again

● "I feel comfortable around you now," you say. "I don't have to hide."

● Eijirou turns his head and opens his eyes to meet yours. "You're beautiful, (Y/N). You really are. You have nothing to be insecure about, especially around me."

● You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your fingers and pulling him back up to your face for a kiss

● He grins and pulls away from you. "I'm glad you are, though. Comfortable, that is." He reached up to flick off the lamp

● Now plunged in total darkness, he goes back to hugging you, pulling your chest flush against his while you let him rest his chin on the top of your head

● The warmth you share is heavenly; limbs comfortably wrapped around one another

● You cuddle each other asleep, the soothing rhythms of each others' bodies lulling you both into a state of tranquility

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Kaminari:

● You slide on a pair of short shorts, frowning at yourself as you study the way they make your legs look

● Finally you give up on them, turning around and jutting out your hips to check your posterior

● At least they make my butt look nice

● You were trying on some clothes you had just gotten from your recent outing with the girls to the mall; glad to finally be alone in the solace of your room so you could look ever what you’d purchased.

● Your door suddenly flew open, catching you by surprise and making you jump

● "Hey, (Y/N), do you want to—woah."

● Denki had just barged into your room, totally catching you checking yourself out in the mirror

● He hastily shuts the door, making sure no one saw you

● You bite your lip, completely aware that you were only in a tank top and shorts

● "You look great," Kaminari says, coming up to wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your bare shoulder as he gazed at the two of you in the mirror

● Of course he'd fantasized about you in outfits like this before, but dang, you most certainly did not disappoint.

● "I don't know . . . ."

● The grin he had been sporting faltered. "What do you mean?"

● You squinted at your reflection as though it had done you a great personal wrong

● "Don't you think this is a little . . . much?"

● "No," he answers truthfully. "I like it." His hands start to move before he catches himself. "I'm allowed to touch you, right?"

● Your eyes widen at the idea, excitement flickering in the pit of your stomach at the thought of his hands on you. "Sure. It's fine."

● His grin returns in full force as he begins to slide his hands up your sides, wasting no time to seize your chest with both hands, feeling the weight of your breasts as he lightly bounced them in his palms

● After kneading and massaging them to his temporary content, he ran his hands back down your sides to cup your ass, moving himself back a step so he could see, giving you a light smack

● He hummed in satisfaction and spun you around, pulling you into him so your body could lay flush against his

● He guided your face to his own, pressing his lips against yours while his hands made their rounds again; rubbing your back, squeezing and caressing your butt, even trying to dip down enough to feel the smooth skin of your exposed thighs without breaking your connection

● He pulls back, his eyes shut as he whispers against your lips, "You really are beautiful, (Y/N). You should show it off a little more."

● You chuckle at his suggestion, his hands never ceasing their quest to memorize and explore every curve and angle of your body

● "Maybe not this much though, you have a point," he admitted, pausing to meet your eyes. "This is just for me, right?"

● You smirk and ruffle his hair. "It's for me too, ya dork. These are actually hella comfortable."

● Denki smirked, pressing a quick close-mouthed kiss to your lips. "Perfect," was all he said.

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A/N: If you want more characters (Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki), feel free to check out my Wattpad (linked on my navi post), but only at your own risk (＞д＜)

Taglist: @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @katsugay @nabo39 @pyrofanatic @sendhelpimstupid @xoxopam4​

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝malaise pt 3.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「The villain attack certainly did damage to you, physically. But there was a good side to it too, Bakugou comes to visit everyday which brightens your mood. The two of you began to build up your supposedly lost relationship. Even so, there are still unsaid things that needed to be said.」

Slight Angst ahead!

[ Part 1 || Part 2 ]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Good work out there, Bakugou! Its a bit late but how about we go grab some dinner together!" 

Kirishima peeked into the locker room to see Bakugou packing his Hero Costume into the metallic suitcase. The blond haired hero spared his co-worker a glance, noticing that he had already changed out of his costume before returning his attention to his unfolded clothes. The red head slowly approached his long time friend who gave no response at all. He knew. Kirishima's smile fell at Bakugou's ignorance. He already knew that the blonde wasn't going to accept any of his offers, he had done this every single day after work and he'd receive whenever he invited Bakugou out to eat or do anything.

"No, I'll pass." the male rose from the bench, carried his suitcase with him and brushed past Kirishima, keeping his head down. 

The red head watched as his co-worker trudged down the hallway, his steps a bit slow and sluggish. In the field, he was hardworking like usual, kicking ass and using his quirk to its full extent. But after the chaos in the field, he'd be silent, not saying a single word. He'd still give replies and responses but Bakugou doesn't seem like himself anymore. When Sero and Kaminari annoyed him, he'd explode and tell them to fuck off or shut up. But now, he'd just brush them off, giving a half-hearted threat. Shortly after Bakugou left, Kirishima jogged up to the blonde and matched his pace and started a conversation about today's work.

As soon as the two boys made it out of the building, they were both greeted by their former classmates, Kaminari, Ashido and Sero. The three were talking with one another not too far away from the building, dressed appropriately to hide their identities from public. Ashido was the first one to spot the two boys leaving together, waving over and calling out their names before jogging over. Both Kirishima and Bakugou stopped as the pink haired girl talked about where they should go to celebrate another successful mission. Kaminari and Ashido soon joined in, throwing in a few suggestions of their own.

"Yakiniku! A celebration calls for meat!" Kirishima raised his hand excitedly.

"How about you, Bakugou? What do ya wanna eat?" Sero turned towards the blonde who had been oddly silent the entire time.

"I don't have time for celebrations. I have places to be." Bakugou grumbled, pulling his mask to cover his mouth before walking off. The four exchanged glanced before their eyes landed on Bakugou who had left on his own. Instead of loitering about, they decided to head over to the chosen yakiniku restaurant.

"Hey. Is it me or recently, Bakugou has been rejecting all our offers to go out?" Kaminari questioned. The half cooked meat sitting on the grill was flipped over by Kirishima while the cooked ones were being picked up by Ashido who put them all on a plate. It was odd that the electric quirked hero noticed after a long time when it was clearly obvious that Bakugou is behaving out of the norm.

"Well, you can't really blame him for ditching us." Ashido huffed, adding a few slices of meat onto her plate.

For Bakugou, it was the same routine everyday. Wake up early in the morning, get ready for work, make breakfast and then go to work. At least every day, work was always different. Different villains cause mischief while he was out on patrol. There'd be some that gave him trouble but he was always partnered up with someone who assisted him in battles. After work it was the same routine, it was the same path every single day. From the agency it would be a few minutes to the station and a few stops to his destination.

The hospital. To be precise, a hospital specially for heroes which is under heavy surveillance. The receptionist recognized him almost immediately, handed him a visitor's pass before wishing him a good day. The blonde walked past the people in the hallway, paying them no heed as he walked towards his goal. Despite being in such a confusing and wide place, Bakugou has completely memorized the path to the room he wanted to go to.

”Hey, I’m back.”

Sitting on the bed, staring at the television was you. The phone on your lap was still on, indicating that you had been playing around with it earlier. As Bakugou stepped closer to the bed you were resting on, he noted that you seem to be doing much better than yesterday. It felt strange to be seeing him under such circumstances. Ever since that incident, he came to visit every day, never skipping a day. You even heard from your nurse that he asked the receptionist to extend his visiting time when he came late. He had a lot of things to say to you. Practices apologies he always revised in his head and bracing himself for the worst. That day when he said he wanted to have a talk with you, he was going to ask for forgiveness.

It's been a month since then and he still haven't conveyed his feelings. He prepared for the worst, for you to completely break up with him and move on with your own lives. Honestly, he thinks that's the most likely outcome but before that happens, he wants to tell you one more time. Bakugou wants to make sure that he gets his feelings through your head. He still loves you, even if you don't love him anymore or hate him for what he did, it doesn't matter. All he wants is for you to be happy. Clenching his fists, he looked down at his lap

"Listen, I want to—" he started, finally gathering enough confidence to talk to you.

”Aren’t you tired from work? Why don't we eat together? Mina bought me some curry, a little bit too much." you laughed softly. Bakugou raised his head, only to see you avoiding his gaze and looking out at the window.

"I don't think you've eaten. Let's eat before the food gets cold." you handed him a plastic bag that was previously placed on your bedside. 

Even though he wants to tell you, you're the one preventing him from doing so. It was obvious that you were avoiding the topic, because every single time he starts to get a bit serious, you'd change the conversation or come up with some excuse. Bakugou wanted to get mad but he couldn't because of the look in your eyes — sad and afraid. But maybe, it wasn't so bad at all. Being able to see you everyday, getting better each day and talking with you like you're both lovers again. It always made him forget about the real situation anyways. But living in this delusion wasn't good, for you and himself. You're both just denying reality and keeping things to yourselves.

After his visit, you'd be left alone to do whatever you wanted. Normally you just continue watching TV until you fall asleep but tonight, you decided to look outside. As your bed was by the window, you were able to see Tokyo's beautiful city lights and clear skies. You could see Bakugou walking alone with his disguise, a cap and a surgical mask. He seemed to be preoccupied with his phone, calling someone. At that time, you heard your own phone ring. Taking your eyes off the male, you picked up your phone. Your eyes widened when Bakugou's name flashed on the screen. Even though you both drifted apart, you still kept his name as 'Katsuki' with a heart in your contacts.

"Hello?"

"Stop staring at me. I can feel your eyes on me." he said, voice slightly muffled by the mask he was wearing. You turned quickly, seeing that Bakugou was looking at you from a distance.

"What are you talking about? You're the one staring at me. How else would you know I'm staring at you?"

"Yeah, whatever." Bakugou clicked his tongue. Honestly, it was nice that you both can joke around like you normally do again. Behind his mask, Bakugou finds himself smiling. He was worried that you hated him or something and was only putting up a front. Hearing you talk back almost feels nostalgic. At any rate, he was glad that you were behaving like your usual self.

"Take care out there. Be safe. Text me when you get back, okay?" you managed to say without stuttering.

"Yeah, you get better soon too." he said before hanging up.

When Bakugou returned to his apartment, it didn't feel that cold and uninviting anymore. He instinctively pulled out his phone and sent you a text, telling you that he made it home safely. It was odd, he never felt so nervous waiting for your response in a long time. It felt that he was back in the past where he didn't even have the courage to send a text and spent a long time thinking about what to say to you. When his phone dinged, he was already looking at it. You told him to wash up and take a break after work. In addition, you told him about how you saw him in the news today and congratulated him for defeating the villain all on his own. His heart skipped a beat at the fact that you were watching him.

Your stuff was still there, the cute little cups that you insisted on buying when you first moved in and the snacks in the pantry that you loved was untouched. Seeing them didn't make him feel sad for reminding him of you, instead, he looked forward to when you finally hears him out and move in back with him. It was a good sign but He had the day of tomorrow so he vowed to himself that he would tell you tomorrow. 

On the other hand, you sat on the hospital bed as your nurse went through your files and updated you about your condition. The entire time she was talking, you had your attention elsewhere. The only thing you were thinking was telling Bakugou something that you should've told him. It's been a month and you have yet to tell him. Exhaling a breath that you have been holding in, you looked down at your phone and texted Bakugou a goodnight while the nurse sighed. She was aware that you weren't paying attention, the file was placed on your bedside, she told you to have a look yourself before leaving.

The following day came by faster than you both expected. You woke up in the morning, ate and did your usual morning routine in the hospital. When Bakugou arrived, he came with sime of his home cooked food, something you didn't know you missed until you saw it. The two of you ate in silence while the television played whatever show in the background. It wasn't until you both finished your meal that Bakugou decided to make his move.

"Hey, I have something to say to you."

He took a deep breath in, before looking at you. He was somewhat relieved that you were actually looking at him right now instead of avoiding his eyes. Even though he said he was gonna tell you today, he was still concerned over a few things. How the hell should he start? Address the problem? Apologize first? Damn, he should've practised more! 'Fuck it!"he cursed to himself. He exhaled and decided to just do it in his own way.

"I still love you, I really do. Even if I apologize a thousand times, you might not forgive me for what I've done. I can't undo that shit. I want a second chance, begging for it would just make me look miserable and you'd be embarrassed by it. But I want you to know this. I need to tell you this before I regret just keeping quiet."

"I want another chance with you. I'll do anything it takes to earn your trust back. I just want to live with you again." he said seriously. It was obvious from his body language, eyes and tone. He was serious and to be honest, you could say that he was actually close to tears too.

"Whenever you apologize, you mean it. I know that more than anyone. If you weren't that sorry, you wouldn't be so desperate. Deep inside, I know, giving you another chance would be worth it. You're stupidly loyal after all. But, I don't think I'm the right person for you anymore. Not because you cheated on me or anything okay! It's just that—"

"You're always like that, avoiding things and dragging the conversation to avoid closure. Why can't just you just tell me what's wrong!?" 

"My legs are the problem!" you screamed back, tears streaming down your face. Your nose was red and you were sniffling. There's no doubt that you look incredibly ugly with snot dripping from your nose and haired dishevelled like you had just woken up.

"What do you mean.....? What is wrong with your legs!?"

"They're....paralyzed. Even if we can live together again, would you want someone who can't even live on their own to just bring you down?" you muttered

"You're a Pro Hero and you're needed at the site for battle! It's your dream right? To be number one? I don't want to be the one holding you back from your dream. Not when you're already so close into being top ten!"

"I want to live with you again too.....but if I'm just gonna be dead weight to you then its better if we just break things off." you sniffled, rubbing at your eyes to wipe away the tears.

Bakugou was stunned but the entire time you rambled, he remained oddly silent. He sat down in the bed, right in front of you. When you felt another weight in the bed, you raised your head to see the blonde sitting in front of you before you could question his actions, he grabbed your wrist gently and moved it away from your face.

"Hey, let me ask you one more thing." he mumbled. You sniffled but nodded anyways, wondering what he wanted.

"Do you still love me?"

That was it. The question that you have heard from your friends, whether you still love him or not, despite what he did. Your answer was the same and every time you said it, you were confident. But being face to face with Bakugou made the words die in your throat. Perhaps it was because of how emotional you are right now. 

"Y-Yes! I still do! I love you so much!" you cried. You didn't care how dishevelled you look. You didn't care about the fat globs of tears that were falling onto the blanket. At least you managed to say it.

"Then, what more of a reason do you need?"

"I'll do everything I can to support you. I'll ask the old hag to come and take care of you. Hire a personal maid or whatever. Paralyzed or whatever, I don't give a damn." he closed in the distance between the two of you, moved his hand to cup your face. Using his thumbs, he wiped away your tears and rested his forehead against your own.

"The only answer I needed was that you still love me."

Total: 2570 words Published: 28.02.2020

Thank you for requesting! *｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و*｡ Due to unpopular demand, we finished off Malaise! Not the ending that I really wanted but I guess this will have to do. We’re almost finished with the request in the ask box and we actually have an announcement to make! We hope you enjoyed it!  ― author Hibiki/Lou

Thank you for requesting! Here we are with the last part of Malaise We hope you liked it. We have an announcement to make tomorrow. It might be delayed but it will be tomorrow. Not much people read the announcement anyways so.....― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.