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Heyyy soo I read the prologue of "Evolve" and let me just tell you- OMGGGG *CHEF'S KISS *❤❤❤

Its sooo good. I just wanted to ask whether you'll be continuing it?

AW you’re so sweet, thank you!!! <3 i definitely will, in just haven’t had any time lately to proofread any of the chapters :(

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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So I saw the requests open so can I request deku with a s/o who hates them selfs and always botle up there emotions and think they don't matter....sorry my English isn't very good

in the process of writing this, trying my best to post it by the end of this week!! :))

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ok so i read something a while ago about bakugo falling for an upperclassman and it got me thinking; what about bakugo with an underclassman?

bright, doe-eyed y/n who got into ua as soon as everyone from class 1a got promoted to becoming class 2a. although you don’t seem like much competition in the beginning to your classmates, they all soon learn that your innocent exterior is mostly a good cover up for how much power your body holds. you soon rise to the top of the class, whether it’s for academics or combat. aizawa becomes so impressed with you that he accidentally lets it slip to class 2a that you might just become as strong as your seniors by the end of the year.

now, any normal person (like izuku, for example) would take the comparison as something to be proud of, considering their esteemed school is producing such strong heroes right off the bat. but someone with a severe urge to win at everything, would take it as a challenge for them to threaten the party involved.

and that’s exactly what katsuki did.

you don’t notice the way your entire lunch table freezes up as you continue to devour your meal. you were so exhausted after morning training that you couldn’t wait until you settled into the cafeteria with your favourite food. you also don’t notice your best friend shivering in fear next to you, trying to get you to look up from your bowl. the only way she manages to get your attention is when a finger prods into your ribcage causing you to jump in surprise.

your eyes are instantly met with red and you find yourself almost falling off your chair in shock.

standing before you is a ua legend and probably the most feared future hero on campus, bakugo katsuki. you’d heard many stories about him, from the tantrums to the exploding anything that gets in his way (classmates included) but one thing that remained constant in all of them was his dream of becoming the future no. 1 hero. you respected him tremendously because you could see how passionate he was about his dreams. he was not only a hard worker but truly talented and deserving of the praise people gave him with regards to his power. so having him stand before you, hands stuffed in his pockets with that raging fire behind his eyes you found yourself left quite dazed.

“oi! which one of you extras is l/n y/n?”

no one says anything, still trying to get over the fact that their senior in both experience and age has approached their table. you were left just as surprised when he mentioned your name, not understanding how he even knew who you were. finally building up the courage to respond, you raise your hand slowly watching as his angry gaze finally settles on you. if you noticed the fleeting change of expression on bakugo’s face, you don’t say anything.

“follow me.”

turning on his heels, bakugo leaves your table and everyone lets out a breath of relief. you find yourself pushing your chair away from the table as quick as you can to match your senior’s pace. bakugo continues to walk out of the cafeteria, letting you follow him to the path that connects the dorms and the campus building. you try your best to keep up with him and by the time he stops, you find yourself out of breath.

when he turns around, he seems just as scary as the stories that float around about him and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by his tall stature towering over you.

“let’s fight.”

you swear you just choked on air. coughing violently, you raise your eyebrows as you take in his stance.

“i’m sorry, what?”

“did you not hear me? i said let’s fight.”

“i can’t do that!”

“WHY? YOU THINK I CAN’T BEAT YOU?”

“look, mr. bakugo, i have no reason to fight you. in fact, it would be kind of disrespectful considering you’re my senior and i actually really admire you.” you twiddled your thumbs, trying your best to avoid his gaze.

bakugo doesn’t know why his fists lower themselves. was it the way you were trying not to appear shaken at his sudden request? or the small voice you used to call him mr. bakugo?

bakugo had not failed to notice how small you were compared to him, he was aware he’d grown much taller over the summer. you seemed so timid and reserved, he couldn’t understand how aizawa had called you one of the strongest students he’d come across. your quirk didn’t sound like much either but when you stood before him telling him that you admired his work he couldn’t help but find you oddly endearing.

how was he supposed to fight you now? he cursed shitty hair and deku in his head because he could still hear their cries of indignation when he told the class that he was going to challenge you.

“we’re supposed to set an example for her kachaan! you can’t just go around threatening our underclassmen!”

“bakubro, that’s really unmanly. have you seen how shy she is?”

he knew that some of his classmates had seen you around before and even interacted with you but he could finally see why they had described you the way they had.

as you stood before him, playing with the hem of your skirt nervously, he sighed.

“fine. leave.”

you scurried away faster than you had followed him and after that bakugo resolved to the only way he could defeat you without directly engaging in a fight: observing your weaknesses.

so he watched you.

during joint training, the sports festival, in the hallways, the cafeteria and especially during the time aizawa asked him to come in to speak about the work studies.

you always met his gaze with a small smile and when you managed to wave at him the 32nd time you had caught him staring, bakugo couldn’t help but smile back. over time, he could see why aizawa spoke so highly of you. you were a force on the field. not only were you strong but also intuitive and a quick learner. you weren’t afraid of testing your limits and bakugo often found you training alone at night when everyone would be inside playing games and watching movies. you didn’t really have any weaknesses and even if you did, they were well overpowered by your strengths.

he doesn’t know why but he ends up approaching you one night on his way to the dorms after a night session himself. he doesn’t understand why he offers to train with you and keeps his promise to meet you the next night. and the one after that, then the one after that and so on. the more he gets to know you, the more he finds himself thinking about you and he can’t help but hate it. when he finally loses it and tells kirishima about it, he hates the way his friend laughs in his face.

“oh bakubro, you’re whipped.”

no, he isn’t. he’s big bad future no. 1 hero dynamight. you’re one of his biggest competitions. he’s just training with you so he can learn how to beat you in a real fight.

yeah, that’s the only reason.

that’s why he helps you up after he knocks you down during training, always making sure you’re okay. walks you to class and sometimes carries your bag on the days your shoulders really hurt because of overusing your quirk. gets you your favourite soda every night before you two start training, forcing the half and half bastard to use his quirk on it to make it ice cold just the way you like it. carries a box of bandaids in his bag because you’re clumsy and always manage to get hurt during classes. knows all of your favourite movies and shows by heart and even watches some with you on the days you’re too tired to train with him. holds your hand in the hallway as you both make your way to the cafeteria together. has his phone wallpaper as that one picture denki took of the both of you when you were both sprawled on the floor laughing your asses off after a game of twister with the bakusquad. denki almost got killed later for that one but only after bakugo demanded that he send the picture to him and then delete it from existence.

so no, kirshima. he’s not whipped at all.

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okay but katsuki would definitely pick up your drunk ass from the local bar at 2am.

you’re not even dating but you’ve been best friends for a while now. after graduating from ua you started your own agencies and decided to live together in a nice apartment near your respective workplaces. it was convenient and both of you enjoyed the comfort of each other’s company. though you claimed there were no ‘feelings’, everyone knew that the unspoken didn’t even need to be put into words.

maybe it was the way you would always carry a brown bag to work that said your name on it in bakugo’s handwriting or the random calls your secretary would have to make to his office to make sure he’d had lunch that day. or maybe it was the way bakugo would find you asleep on the couch the days he worked late or the way you’d always find your laundry washed and folded away in your closet even though you swore you’d planned on doing it later.

you’d both taken care of each other for so long that it didn’t matter that neither of you had dated anyone since high school. although your friends talked about how weird it was, you both always brushed off any possibility of possibly being together.

at present, he would be pacing around the living room way past his bedtime (as you liked to call it) which he’s maintained since middle school, reminding himself that you’re smart enough to not get into trouble when his phone rings. furrowing his eyebrows, he rushes to the device before sighing when he sees mina’s name flash across the screen.

“what do you want?”

bakugo barely hears mina’s response over the thumping bass that reaches his ears through his phone. it seems like everyone around her is screaming and he almost doesn’t care until he hears your name.

“BAKUGO! CAN YOU PLEASE PICK UP Y/N?”

eyes widening, bakugo quickly presses the speakerphone button before rushing into his bedroom to get some pants.

“what happened? is she okay?”

“YEAH, SHE’S FINE. SHE’S JUST HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK. WE HAD TO STOP HER FROM STRIPPING ON TOP OF THE BAR AND SHE WON’T STOP ASKING FOR YOU. WE’RE AT THAT PLACE NEAR KIRI’S APARTMENT, CAN YOU COME?”

annoyance floods through bakugo’s body faster than you can imagine. annoyance at mina’s constant yelling and your irresponsible behaviour. this is exactly why bakugo tells you not to drink unless he’s around. you always go overboard or end up hurting yourself and he cannot believe that once again you chose not to listen to-

“BAKUGO! ARE YOU THERE?”

almost forgetting his friend on the phone, bakugo quickly grabs his keys.

“yeah, yeah. i’m coming. just make sure she doesn’t get hurt okay?”

it takes him about five minutes to reach the bar and his eyes instantly scan his surroundings to find you. what he doesn’t expect is to see you pointing excitedly at the small tv screen that’s been set up above the bar playing a clip from his most recent fight with a villain.

he approaches the crowd that’s surrounded you as he gets close enough to hear your enthusiastic rambling.

“DID YOU SEE THAT? THE WAY HE PUNCHED THAT GUY IN THE FACE? THIS IS WHY DYNAMIGHT’S MY FAVOURITE HERO AND MY BEST FRIEND!”

he sucks in a breath when you make eye contact with him, your smile growing even bigger.

“GUYS, LOOK! IT’S DYNAMIGHT!”

you push through the crowd to wrap your arms around his neck and bakugo’s nose is immediately flooded with your familiar scent.

“KATSUKIIIIIIII! you came! i knew you’d come! look, i made new friends. i was just telling them about how awesome you are!”

your words are slurred and your eyes gleaming when you pull away from his chest. your hands stay hooked around his neck as you twirl him around.

“tch, of course i came dumbass. let’s go, i’m here to take you home.”

“but katsukiiiiiii, i don’t want to leave. we’re having so much fun.”

bakugo finds it hard to look you in the eyes whenever you make that face. that ugly pout your lips fall into, eyes widening as you try not to trip over your own feet. it’s so annoying that bakugo wants to kis- punch it off of you.

“shut up idiot. we’re leaving, come on, get on my back.”

he knows you’ve given up when you get on his back without saying another word. he sees mina watching the whole ordeal from a corner booth, a smug smile plastered on her face. rolling his eyes, bakugo approaches his pink haired friend.

“didn’t expect you to be up past 8pm bakugo, thought you couldn’t make plans past your curfew.”

“shut up, raccoon eyes. if you tell anyone about this, especially shitty hair or dunce face, i’ll blast you into another country myself.”

the journey home isn’t that long considering your apartment is nearby but bakugo knows you’ve fallen asleep by the way you’re snoring away in the passenger seat. he drives much slower and more carefully, not wanting to wake you up.

carrying you up to your apartment isn’t that hard either, seeing as your eyes stay closed until he’s placed you onto the bed in his room. when he comes back with the makeup wipes you keep stacked away in his bathroom, you’re sitting up as you try to tie your hair.

“give me that.”

bakugo takes the hair tie from your hands and puts your hair into the best ponytail he can manage before he gets to work on your face.

“thank you, katsuki.” you whisper, letting him clean all of the remaining makeup off your face with a warm towel.

bakugo just nods before finishing up and helping you climb back into the covers. tucking you in, he sighs as you stare up at him sleepily with a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“what? go to sleep already, loser.”

“nothing, you’re just really pretty katsuki.”

bakugo can’t help but be thankful that it’s dark in his room and that your eyes instantly close after saying what you had, because he knows he won’t be able to explain the way his face has flooded with heat.

fucking dumbass. he thinks to himself, after pushing your hair away from your face.

placing a glass of water and advil on his bedside table he leaves the room, making sure there’s a fresh change of clothes next to you for the morning after.

and like i said, the unspoken doesn’t even need to be put into words.

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kirishima and midoriya have the worst habit of taking random pictures of their significant other.

whilst kirishima is more subtle, midoriya tends to pull out his phone every time you’re doing something he finds even remotely cute (which is pretty much everything you do). these pictures are often kept secret and in an album labelled with your name but you realise just how prevalent the habit is when they have an unlimited supply of things to post on your birthday or whenever they miss you. although it’s a habit you find endearing, you hate that whenever you call your boyfriend the picture on his phone for your caller ID can range from one of you smiling after having finished your ice cream at the park (midoriya) or you passed out in the bathtub after a night out with the girls (kirishima).

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bakugo katsuki only has one goal: becoming the #1 Pro Hero. he’s determined and ambitious and believes himself to be too smart to invest in anyone other than himself. so it’s surprising when he finds himself falling in love with you.

the first stage is obviously denial. her? really? she’s a complete dumbass, he thinks to himself. his friends seem to love you and he can’t really seem to figure out why.

you’re so... simple. you always have your hair in a ponytail at school, your uniform crisp and clean. you’re quiet unless you’re in sero and kaminari’s company or if you and kirishima are discussing fighting techniques in class. yet everyday his eyes find themselves wandering from mr. aizawa to you between lectures. he watches you giggling away at some note mina has sent your way or getting frustrated at you and kaminari for getting into trouble for failing the latest exam. he’s really confused as to how someone as plain as you managed to catch his attention.

then the second stage hits: anger. anger at the way you always seem so scared to ask him for a pen because you forgot your things in your dorm. discomfort at the way you spend your nights cramming away in the kitchen before every exam. exasperation at how you always seem to fall asleep on the counter and how he always ends up finding you drooling onto your notebooks. annoyance at having to cover you with a blanket because your dumbass does this every time. he finds himself losing sleep worr- aggravated by how you take such little care of yourself and always show up to class tired.

so he does the one thing he does best: scream.

bakugo grabs your arm the moment class ends before dragging you to the nearest empty spot he can find. he screams about the way he can’t cook himself a midnight meal because you are always occupying the kitchen and how it irks him that he has to close the kitchen windows so you don’t catch a cold. he flails his arms around trying to get you to understand that sleep is important and that studying all night will just make you fall more sick. and when he finally calms down, he notices the small smile that you have on and he thinks that maybe you really are fucking crazy. because the next thing you do makes his brain short-circuit. he’s trying his best to stop his heart from exploding out of his chest as you wrap your arms around him and stay there.

when you finally let go, bakugo feels his body occupy itself with an emotion he can’t explain. when you walk away, he almost sets off the locker next to him.

how can he so stupid? how can he just let you touch him like that and walk away?

he promises to blow you up the next time he sees you but when he closes his eyes that night he can still feel your warmth. he tries his best to fall asleep before his feet drag him to your dorm just so he can ask you to hold him like that again.

when the third stage finally sets in, he’s satisfied. acceptance. he finds himself enjoying the way you lean against him to avoid crowds in the hallway when you walk to lunch together. he likes how you always seem to hold his hand too long after tackling him during training exercises. he smiles at the thought of you dragging yourself into kaminari’s room in your all might themed pajamas to have another movie night with the bakusquad. and when you fall asleep head on his shoulder that night, he lets his stomach fill with that weird shitty feeling that used to raise his temper.

he’s still determined and ambitious. but he believes he’d be even smarter to invest in you.

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izuku would be the type of husband/boyfriend who randomly hands you a bowl of cut up fruit slices.

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izuku, who after a long day of paperwork, just wants to come home to the comfort of your company. he walks into your shared apartment to find you standing in the middle of the kitchen cutting up vegetables. as tired as he is, he can’t help the smile that settles onto his face as he watches you hum to the song on the radio.

you look so peaceful under the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen and izuku could really use some peaceful right now.

realising you hadn’t even noticed him walk in, he drops his duffel bag to approach you. in an instant, his large gloved palms find their place on your waist. you gasp, before noticing the tufts of green leaning into your neck.

“when’d you come in?”

“while ago.” his voice comes out muffled from between your shoulder blades, your neck ticklish because of his hot breath.

used to his behaviour, you let him hold you as you continue your work. it takes a while until you’ve organised everything you need for the dinner you were cooking and izuku had held onto you the entire time. you try to move towards the stove only to find yourself unable to take a step forward. izuku’s body leans into yours, completely placid against your stiff posture.

“izu, please. i need to make dinner.” you remove your hands from the counter to place them on to the back of his hands. moving his gloves slightly aside, you circle your thumb against the large scar on his skin.

“just a minute.” a soft cry emits right besides your throat. “just one more minute and i’m done, i promise.”

sighing, you let yourself fall back into izuku’s chest and he knows he’s won.

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EVOLVE

/ɪˈvɒlv/

verb

1. develop gradually.

summary:

bakugo katsuki has hated l/n y/n since the moment she first took a punch for izuku midoriya.

the beginning of bakugo’s reign of resentment towards the girl was also the start of a wonderful friendship between izuku and herself.to say bakugo hated this arrangement was an understatement.

and things only got worse after that.after junior high school, both teenagers found themselves realising what they truly wanted.he had his goals and she had hers yet to get to where they wanted to be, they both had to attend the prestigious u.a. high school.

this is the story of how two future pro-heros found their feelings evolving over time until they realised that there really was a thin line between love and hate.

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pairing:

bakugo katsuki x reader

genre:

enemies to lovers/slow burn/a bit angsty(?)

a/n:

i do not own or take credit for any part of bnha/mha’s manga/anime characters, plot etc.

all of it belongs to kohei horikoshi. i do not take credit for any art/photographs/visuals that will be used for any part of the story.

to be added to the TAG LIST of this story; please feel free to message me!

[NONE OF THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN PROOFREAD OR EDITED]

[AGE: SIX YEARS OLD]

“If you don’t stop bothering him, I-I’ll fight you myself!”

Izuku Midoriya raised his tiny fists at his friend. He knew Kacchan could go a bit overboard sometimes, but it seemed like today he had finally snapped.

“You’re going to stop me?” Bakugo Katsuki threw his head back in laughter. “With what? You’re just a Quirkless little brat.”

Izuku rubbed his eyes, the tears becoming even harder to hold back. Kacchan’s fists were raised, no signs of his Quirk being activated yet, however, his ‘friends’ behind him had already activated their’s. It seemed as though they would do anything to impress their leader, even if it meant harming an innocent boy.

“K-Kacchan please! Why do you have to be so mean?” Izuku was crying now. Although he was trying to be brave, the tears flooded his face as his voice trembled.

The boy Izuku had been trying to protect stood behind him. He was too scared to say anything to the blonde boy who seemed to hate them for no reason.

Bakugo’s expression did not change, showing no signs of sympathy for his classmates. Instead, he took one step forward and pulled fist back back to attack.

Izuku raised his arms in front of his face, knowing what was coming. His eyes closed as he placed his arm over them, waiting for Kacchan’s fist to collide with his body but the strike never came.

Instead, he heard a groan of pain causing his head to lift from its position, his eyes now uncovered.

His line of vision was blocked by a bright blue. A girl stood before him, her hands clutching her reddening cheek. She was panting, as if she had just ran a marathon.

As Izuku moved his head to the side, he managed to catch a glimpse of Bakugo’s face. His eyes had widened and his mouth was open as he clutched his fist.

The girl looked at Izuku over her shoulder.

“You okay?” she said, flashing him a smile.

Izuku found himself nodding. He didn’t trust his mouth to speak yet.

It seemed as though the girl had taken a punch for him, even when he had no idea who she was. She was staring right at Bakugo with such defiance that it left Izuku shaking in his place. He knew firsthand how much pain Bakugo could cause even with his small fists yet here she was, still standing.

The boy Izuku had been protecting had already ran off.

It seemed as though everyone was in shock because it wasn’t until the girl spoke up that Bakugo realised what had happened.

She had been so fast to jump in front of Izuku that Bakugo hadn’t even been able to realise until his fist had collided with her cheek.

“Why don’t you walk away before this gets any worse?”

Izuku watched Bakugo’s mouth close instantly as his eyes glared daggers into the girl’s form.

“Who do you think you are?” his fists were clutched tightly against his sides as he took a step forward again.

The girl stayed unintimidated and instead, took a step towards him as well.

“Someone who thinks you’re a big bully,” she stared back at Bakugo with as much ferocity as she could.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”

Bakugo’s palms held the telltale signs of his Quirk being activated as he raised his hand again.

“Bakugo, stop! She’s that weird girl with the rock Quirk!” a boy yelled. “She made someone land up in the nurse’s office once!”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed and he saw the girl flash him a smug smile. The ribbons in her hair had loosened as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her left cheek was now a bright red because of his punch and it didn’t seem like she was going to give up anytime soon. For some reason, he was reminded of himself as he continued to study her...

And he didn’t like it one bit.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m the strongest person in this class, I can—”

Bakugo’s words were interrupted as their teacher’s voice was heard from the distance.

“Bakugo Katsuki! Your parents are here to pick you.”

Letting out a scream of frustration, Bakugo lowered his hands. He was contemplating ignoring the teacher altogether, before he decided against it. His mother had a nasty temper and he wasn’t in the mood for a scolding today.

“This isn’t over yet,” he growled, before turning on his heels to face his friends. “Come on.”

As Bakugo retreated the scene, he looked over his shoulder in time to see Izuku grab the girl’s extended hand.

The amount of anger that surged through Bakugo’s body upon seeing the scene was something he’d never felt before.

How dare this unknown, annoying little girl stare at him so boldly?

How dare she protect dumb Deku who deserved every punch thrown his way?

Nobody had ever stood up to Bakugo before. Nobody.

So how can this girl have the audacity to face him with such unreserved opposition?

Suddenly, Bakugo remembered who she was.

Always sitting alone in their classroom, she often stared out the window. Her behaviour always got her reprimanded by their teacher but she was one of the first few kids (much like Bakugo) to manifest their Quirk.

He remembered her showing how she could float some stupid rock in the air for a few seconds before her face turned green.

She wasn’t strong at all. Just some nobody who could do a few party tricks.

Then why did that idiot say she landed someone in the nurse’s office?

Bakugo felt himself rolling his eyes as he got closer to their impatient teacher.

Tomorrow, he promised himself silently. Tomorrow, I’ll show her who she’s messing with.

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“Hey! My name is L/N Y/N, what’s yours?”

Izuku stood silently, staring at the girl’s hand. He looked from her hand to her face repeatedly, before he decided to extend his own.

“M-Midoriya Izuku.”

He was sure the blush he had been repressing had risen to his cheeks, a clear sign of how flustered he was.

After letting go of his hand, Y/N spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t let him treat you that way, you know,” she said, placing her hands on her waist. “He’s just a bully who needs to be taught a lesson.”

The small girl huffed as she frowned at the bushy haired boy.

“Kacchan’s always been like this,” Izuku managed to whisper. “I don’t mind though, he’s my friend.”

The boy’s answer caused her eyes to widen in shock.

“Your friend?” she said. “Friends aren’t supposed to treat you that way!”

“He’s the only friend I have...” Izuku trailed, his eyes starting to water again.

She probably thinks I’m a los-

“No, now you have me.”

Izuku was sure he was about to faint.

Did she just-

“If he ever bothers you again, let me know okay?” her bright smile was back in its place as she grabbed Izuku’s hand.

First, this girl defends him. Then, she offers to be his friend and protect him against the strongest boy he knew.

Izuku was sure he was either hallucinating or asleep.

“W-why would you help me?” Izuku managed to stutter out.

“Because we’re friends now, silly!” Y/N giggled. “Friends always protect each other.”

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[AGE: FOURTEEN YEARS OLD]

Izuku shook his head, recalling one of his fondest memories as L/N Y/N sat next to him. She was rambling as usual as their teacher tried to distribute their exam papers.

As much as Izuku loved remembering how he had found his best friend, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

After the two had become inseparable, Kacchan’s anger towards the young boy had increased a tenfold. This caused Y/N to fall victim to Kacchan’s wrath as well.

And if Izuku didn’t know any better, he was almost certain Kacchan hated Y/N as much as he hated him.

However, the young girl never stopped defending him in any way she could. Her and Bakugo had fought more times than he could count, with Bakugo terrorising anyone who tried to befriend Izuku or the girl.

She was still never as cruel as Bakugo. She dealt with him with her words rather than her fists. Izuku had seen the extent of her Quirk and abilities and knew she was strong - dare he say, as strong as Kacchan - but she never used her skills to torment the blonde boy.

Bakugo was the exact opposite.

Y/N was made fun of constantly but the worst thing Bakugo had done was burn all of her textbooks the previous year. Izuku had watched in horror as the young boy burnt her backpack to crisp, Y/N’s eyes brimming with tears.

And that was when she had snapped.

Izuku had never seen her that angry before yet he still remembered the words she had said that day.

“I hate you, Bakugo Katsuki. I am done trying to be the better person. From now on, if I see you so much as breathe near me, I will not hesitate to let the ground swallow you whole. You’re nothing but a dick,” she had said. “Stay the fuck away from me or you’ll regret it.”

Even since that incident, they hadn’t spoken to each other nor clashed heads. Their rivalry had reached the point of unresolved hatred and Izuku knew that Y/N hadn’t lied back then. Kacchan hadn’t exactly stopped bothering Izuku but he always kept his distance whenever she was with him.

Which meant he had noticed the blatant honesty in her voice as well.

Izuku had asked Y/N if she could actually control her Quirk enough to make the ground swallow people and she had just laughed. Although she was back to normal, he doubted she would really go through with the threat. However, Izuku knew it wasn’t a risk Kacchan was willing to take.

As they sat in class, waiting for the last day of junior high school to end, Izuku was thankful that he had managed to make a friend he knew he could trust with his life.

Beside him, the girl suddenly stopped talking as the teacher approached his podium.

“I would pass out these forms considering it’s your third year at this school,” the teacher paused. “But you’re all going to opt for the Hero Course anyway so what’s the point?”

The class started cheering, excited to finally be able to train for something they’ve always to do.

Y/N and Izuku had always talked about joining the Hero Course together. One of the reasons Izuku had even considered applying to the same school as her was because of how much the girl had pushed him.

“Quirkless or not, you’re still going to be an amazing hero one day Izuku!“ she had said.

After a moment of silence, Izuku spoke up.

“Why? Why do you think I can be a hero without a Quirk?”

The girl raised her gaze to meet his before replying.

“Because you are one of the most bravest people I know. We met because you tried to take on Bakugo without a Quirk and I’ve always admired that about you. Your ability to have the pure guts to take an enemy head on!”

Y/N never failed to make Izuku feel like he was the strongest person in the world, Quirkless or not.

Even now, as their teacher continued, she leaned towards him from her desk.

“We’ll train together later, okay?” she whispered.

Training mostly consisted of Y/N trying to gain better control and precision over her Quirk as Izuku took notes but he didn’t mind.

He wanted to help his best friend get stronger in any way he could.

Nodding slightly, Izuku’s train of thought was interrupted by Kacchan speaking up.

When Bakugo spoke, the entire class knew it was time to shut up. Someone didn’t stop when he was talking once and they ended up getting blown across the school during lunch break.

“No need to put all of us in the same category,” he said, his feet up on his desk. “I don’t plan on aiming low like these extras.”

She kept her head down as she scoffed at his words.

What an arrogant idiot.

“Ah yes, Bakugo. You plan on going to U.A High School right?”

This caused her head to snap back up, eyes wide as she glared at the back of Bakugo’s head.

He’s planning on going there too?

As her classmates around her discussed how difficult her dream school was to get into, Bakugo continued to boast about his achievements.

She felt an uneasy pit settle in her stomach.

As much as she wanted to get into U.A, she couldn’t bear the thought of having to spend the next three years with Bakugo.

And if he found out I was applying along with Izuku, he’d never let-

“L/N and Midoriya, you plan on applying to U.A as well right?”

Y/N buried her head in her hands as the teacher called her out. She knew Izuku was probably stiff as a board besides her as the entire class shifted their eyes towards the two teenagers.

It wasn’t long before the entire class bursted out laughing.

Even though they weren’t laughing at her, Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in anger.

She knew how hard it had been to convince Izuku to apply to U.A with her but she couldn’t bear the thought of her classmates making fun of her friend.

“You can’t just apply thinking you’ll get in without a Quirk!”

“Like they’d ever take a Quirkless kid like him!”

Before Izuku could respond, Y/N had stood up in her seat.

“Why don’t all of you shut up and mind your own business,” she snapped back at the kids who had made the previous comments.

Everyone else immediately shut up, knowing how protective the girl was of her friend.

“Well Y/N, you do have the best scores in class besides Bakugo. I’m sure you’ll be able to qualify, considering how strong your Quirk is!” the teacher said, trying to diffuse the situation. “As for Midoriya, it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N sat back down.

Izuku gave her a small smile, silently thanking her.

With a subtle thumbs up his way, she went back to waiting for this class to end so she could head home already.

Little did she know, Bakugo had heard the teacher’s comment about her Quirk and his fists had clenched in anger.

He couldn’t believe he might have to deal with her for the next few years of his life. The thought made him angrier by the minute and he knew the only way he could end his frustration was through one thing.

Deku.

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Walking back into the classroom to see Bakugo towering over her friend was not something Y/N was happy about. His friends continued to laugh as he snatched something from Izuku’s hands.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

All four teenage boys turned around to face her.

Bakugo’s scowl was instantly replaced with a smug grin.

This was going to be good, he thought. She hadn’t spoken to him for the past year and he had been waiting for her to finally burst. He hadn’t taken her threat lightly but he knew Y/N didn’t have the heart to actually harm anyone.

It was why he found her even more infuriating.

“Oh look, it’s Deku’s little bodyguard,” Bakugo said.

Even though it had been quite long since she’d interacted with him, Y/N was able to calm herself down before taking any action against the blonde boy.

Y/N sighed before walking towards the group. She realised he had taken Izuku’s notebook, one in which he kept all of his tips and tricks to do with all the heroes he had ever heard of. She knew how important it was to him, considering it was the closest thing he had to make him feel like a hero.

“Hand his book over and walk away before I choose to get violent.”

Bakugo seemed to have realised the importance of the notebook as well as his grip tightened around the tattered object.

“No, I think I’m good. Why don’t you try and take it from me?” Bakugo extended his arm towards the girl, his grip still intact on the book.

A year later and he’s still an insolent fool.

The girl’s calmness was slowly starting to fade away and Izuku knew she wouldn’t hesitate this time around.

Shaking his head, he tried to tell her to stop but she didn’t listen.

“I swear I am about to shove a brick up your ass. Give him the notebook back!” Her hand reached out to grab the book but Bakugo was too fast.

He turned on his heels just in time to avoid her, taking a several steps towards the window as she continued to try and grab Izuku’s book.

Bringing both his hands to encase the journal, Y/N immediately realised what he was about to do.

“Bakugo don’t you dare-”

It was too late.

The boy had already burnt the book, flipping it over his shoulder and out the window.

Izuku let out a choked sob as he watched Bakugo burn his dreams to the ground.

Literally.

Y/N’s mouth remained open in shock.

“What happened? Didn’t you say something about the ground swallowing me whole last time?” Bakugo laughed as the girl stood as still as a statue before him.

She hadn’t realised her hands had started shaking out of anger until a brick flew inside through the window.

Bakugo, whose back was facing the window sill, didn’t realise until the brick landed a harsh blow on his head.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK?”

Scowling, he grabbed the back of his head in pain.

But Y/N wasn’t done.

“What is wrong with you? How can you be so cruel?”

Her hands still hadn’t stopped shaking.

“What did you just say?” Bakugo screamed, taking a step towards her.

“How can you be such a jerk? That notebook was so important to him and you just destroyed it without a second thought,” Y/N’s eyes were now burning with such resentment for him that Bakugo almost stopped in his tracks.

“What is your goddamn problem? WHY DO YOU HATE US SO MUCH?”

This was the first time any of the boys had heard her yell.

Her question rang throughout the empty classroom and Bakugo couldn’t help but bite back with as much severity as he could.

“Because neither of you extras deserves to go to a place like U.A. U.A is a school for people like me. I want to be the number one hero one day and I don’t want anyone, including you two idiots, stopping me.” Bakugo stopped before turning to face Izuku. “If you want to be a hero that badly, why not try swan diving off the roof to get a Quirk in another life?”

Y/N swore she saw red as she jumped towards Bakugo without a second thought.

She managed to land a punch to his face before Izuku had grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

“YOU BITCH!” Bakugo screamed, launching himself at the girl.

“Bakugo, stop! You can’t get into a fight again!”

His friends grabbed both his arms, dragging him towards the classroom’s door.

“JUST WAIT AND WATCH, YOU FUCKING DICK,” Y/N screamed as Izuku struggled to hold her back. “I WILL GET INTO U.A AND BEAT YOUR ASS. THAT’S A PROMISE.”

As Bakugo’s friends practically threw him out of the classroom, Y/N heard his voice call out her name.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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the trio on standby!

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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thinking about how katsuki is the type of boyfriend who whenever he wants to initiate a kiss, wraps his hand around your neck. a gentle pull in his direction before he lets his lips collide with yours with such ferocity that you forget how to breathe. his actions aren’t fast, his kisses not the kind to be quickly dismissed. in fact, he lets you sink into his chest as he holds your waist with his free arm, pulling you as close as he possibly can. he makes sure that when he pulls away; he gets to see that dopey grin on your lips. followed by the doe-eyed look you give him before you whisper a small “i love you.”

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Hello! I loved your "the traitor" and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 when they meet in the future again? I'm also wondering if Bakugou really did care for the reader or not

hi! i got a request for part two for that a while ago as well and im definitely working on it :)

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requests are currently open for bnha/mha characters (except for m*neta)! going to be responding to very few because im drowning in work right now but i needed an excuse to procrastinate!!!!!!!!!!!

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the way i come back to this every other month

Thin Walls » Bakugou Katsuki

WORDCOUNT : 4.9k words.

WARNINGS : smut, prohero au, dubcon, masturbation, degradation.

Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

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