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yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows

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What You Want (Kirishima/Reader) Lemon

Y’all ever start looking things up on Wikipedia and just go down some really weird rabbit holes that lead to sex toys you’ve never understood the point of because they just seem painful? And then proceed to get a smutty story idea for it?

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As a pro Hero of several years, Kirishima was well schooled in hiding his nervousness out on the field. In the bedroom? Not so much. It was just such an intimate setting and he really wanted to please you. You supposed that was in part what made him so gung-ho when you brought up wanting to try something new, but you'd been dating him long enough to know better. The closer you got to performing the deed, the more jittery he became.

You were knelt between his legs, adjusting his soft penis and scrotum into an adjustable cockring. He was watching you intently, squirming a bit in his bindings as you gently handled him. You pulled back once finished, looking up at him.

“There. How's that feel? Do I need to loosen it any?”

“N-no, it feels…” he pulled a face as he took in the sight of his cock and balls being held away from his body by the small band. “Fine.”

You sighed, rubbing your hands soothingly on his inner thighs. “Eijirou… Eijirou, look at me. You don't have to do this just because I wanted to. I can take it off if you're uncomfortable.”

“N-no! I want this! I-I want to last longer for you,” he looked at you so earnestly, cheeks taking on a lovely shade of pink. This man. He was always trying to outperform himself for you. You smiled softly.

“And I want you to enjoy yourself, hun. It's why I suggested it.” Slowly, you began to move up his body, giving light pecks up his torso as you went. “You do so much to make sure I'm satisfied and ask for nothing in return. That ring makes you last longer so it can intensify your experience.”

His breathing became increasingly more akin to panting, grunting as you lightly bit a nipple, gasping as you nipped his collar bone, groaning as you gently sucked a sweet spot below his ear until you finally stole his breath entirely from a slow kiss. Your hands moved over his neck to the back of his head, cradling him up to you, as you were now hovering above him on your knees from his seated position.

This was such a different pace then what he was used to with you. You were impatient and insatiable when it came to your own pleasure, which was why he was always seeking ways for himself to last longer. To pull as many orgasms from you as he could before he spent himself. It wasn't always easy. Even before he started at UA, he had quite the stamina stockpile, Hero training had increased it exponentially. But, you… god, your sex drive was through the roof.

Not that he was complaining, far from it, but it was sometimes difficult for him to keep up with you after a long day. You had started backing off when you had caught on to his fatigue, scolding him for not telling you he was tired. He had gone on about not wanting to deny you and pulling pouts he knew you had a hard time saying ‘no’ to. You stood strong though, ever as stubborn as you were, not wanting him to wear himself out for your sake. Instead, you chose to put aside your needs and take care of him.

It was during the first time you had done this -dozing off as your hands worked absolute magic on his back- that he realized how good you were to him. How unworthy he was of someone to pamper him like this while not obtaining the pleasure that they had originally sought, because he was too tired. He vowed to do better.

He took control in the bedroom, even if he was beneath you, quickly learning what made your toes curl. You liked to be dominated, held down, eaten out with vigor, bitten hard enough to leave marks and bruises, talk that was absolute filth, fucked hard and fast, overstimulated, and being filled to the very brim with cum. Kirishima's pride as a man wasn't going to let him give you anything less than what you desired; what you damn well deserved. And seeing you fall apart every time, knowing he was the cause of it, made him feel at his manliest.

However, he gave nothing up when you tried to ask what he enjoyed. His reasoning was that you took such good care of him on a regular basis; putting up with his insecurities that he still struggled with, as well as the stress of him being in a job that often put his life on the line. The least he could do was pleasure you how you wanted.

You weren’t having it. You had to find what he liked at a slow pace though, making him think it was a possible kink you wanted to try for yourself. It was all paying off now. You found that he liked it slower, more sensual. Building up to the finish with close affection and warm praise. A far cry from your preferences, but this man fucking deserved his wanton desires, and you were going to give it to him as best as you could.

When you pulled away, he instinctively tried to follow, wanting more of you. He let out a small whine when he failed to touch you from his hands being bound behind him, opening his eyes to plead with you. Were those bindings not in place to keep him from easily overpowering you to fuck you as you liked, you would have given in. While you knew him touching you was one of those things he loved, you couldn’t allow it. Not now, but…

“Tell you what,” you ran your nails over his scalp. “I’ll untie you if you prove you’re a good boy.” The widening of his eyes was accompanied by a lovely blush spreading over his cheeks.

And the nudge of something at your leg.

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “Oh? Do you like the sound of that? Well, it shouldn’t be too hard for you,” you moved to suck at the increasing pulse at his neck. “You’re already such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” He groaned as you lightly bit him, tilting his head slightly.

“Hmm, yes, you are. Listen to those sounds you make for me,” you moved back to look him in the eye, words taking a more serious tone. “Just a reminder, if you start going numb or feel anything uncomfortable down there, you let me know immediately, alright?” You smiled coyly at his quiet nod, pushing yourself to his lips, hovering ever so close to them. “No, no, don't go back to being quiet now. I want to hear everything. Don’t you dare keep those noises to yourself. I want to hear what I do to you. Can you do that for me, Eijirou?”

His agreement came out in a breathless whisper as he quickly claimed your mouth. He attempted to make the kiss hot and passionate, which you almost let him get away with. You'd pull away each time you felt he was too aggressive until you were gently nuzzling one another, sharing soft pecks.

You kissed him slowly once more, delicately sucking his lower lip, pulling it with you as you sat back to take him in. His hair was down, wonderfully framing his flushed face, his blush traveling down to his chest that was heaving just so, mouth hanging open to allow his heavy breath to puff past his swollen lips. He was leaning forward to follow your kiss, eyes not quite closed and eyebrows furrowed.

God, this was probably the hottest you've ever seen him.

You waited for him to come back to his senses, opening his eyes to see you biting your lip as you looked him over, your own face betraying your ravenous want. He swallowed, feeling a bit embarrassed under your hungry gaze. His eyes zeroed in on your mouth. Your taste lingered on his tongue, but it wasn't near enough to satisfy him. He craved more of you and knew he was doomed to forever crave you the second you shared your first kiss.

He blinked stupidly at your finger suddenly on his forehead. You didn't realize that his awed gaze was from how radiant you appeared to him, your light laugh and gracious smile filling his chest with such a warm sensation.

“Did you hear me?”

“Ah,” he grinned cheekily up at you to try and hide his embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn't. Guess I was too caught up in remembering how lucky I am to have you.”

This caught you off guard. Dirty talk was always a turn on for you, be it receiving or giving. But that statement paired with that genuine loving look made you think that you might need to reevaluate your kinks. How did this man so easily twist you up in a jumble without realizing he was doing it? You were supposed to be seducing and pleasing him, damnit!

You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. You needed to get back in control, so you captured him in another long slow kiss. You didn't pull away entirely when you ended it.

“I asked, what do you want me to do?” He seemed to be having a hard time comprehending.

“... What I want?” You chuckled lightly, moving to take an earlobe between your teeth. His breath hitched.

“That's right,” you cooed softly, pushing your body flush against his, reveling in the sound he made. “Tonight's about you. What,” you kissed below his ear. “Do,” his strong jaw. “You,” his slightly stubbled chin. “Want?”

You hovered over him again, holding his face as he owlishly blinked up at you. His expression said it all. He was conflicted. He'd given for so long that now when the choice was before him, he wasn't sure. You figured you could try to help him out.

You smiled lovingly. “What have you wanted me to do to you that you've never asked for? It could be something that I've even suggested.” His face was reddening. Good, he had something in mind, but just wasn't saying it. “Come now, Eijirou. Be a good boy and tell me-”

“Suck me!” He lurched forward with such vigor, nearly yelling it in such earnest, that you almost toppled off his lap. It was your turn to blink down at him in bewilderment. He seemed to sense that his answer might have been a bit much, starting to curl into himself.

“S-sorry, I, uh…”

“No! No, it's alright! I just wasn't expecting that level of enthusiasm. I'm all for it, though!” And truly you were. It wasn't like you had never sucked him off before, you had plenty of times, but it was usually as a quicky. It never really came about during your longer sessions, as he was always too busy being focused on you.

You gave him a quick kiss. “Honestly, I like how your cock tastes, and I'm excited to find out if it's any sweeter with that cockring choking it.”

He turned a red that rivaled his hair, making a strangled noise as you practically dropped to the floor. That was the insatiable sex fiend he knew and loved.

Kirishima let out a breath, closing his eyes to calm his jitters as he waited for the wonderfully familiar pleasure of you devouring him. You knew just how to work him to make him cum and with his member straining in its binding, he was gleefully anticipating how this would go.

He sighed as your hands ran over his thighs, nails ghosting up his abdominals. He tensed, feeling your breath at his base. He opened his legs a little wider, unknowingly scooting his hips forward. Oh, he was more than ready to feel your mouth take him!

What he was not ready for, was the bite on his tender inner thigh.

His yelp came from surprise as it wasn't hard enough to really hurt. He looked down, finding your eyes closed, sucking gently on his bite. Your nails were ever so slightly scratching his pelvis, close to the cockring.

You dislodged yourself with a pop, giving a gentle kiss to the darkening spot. His breath caught when you opened your eyes to gaze up at him. There was a look in your eyes. One he wasn't sure he liked.

“I-I thought you were going to, um…” You raised your eyebrows for him to continue. Why was this so difficult all of a sudden? The last time he had this much of a problem with sex talk was when he first found out how dirty you liked it.

He had to break away from your gaze, it being a little too much at the moment. So, he focused on his dick instead. And, honestly? After catching sight of himself he didn't know if he could look away.

He knew he was hard, but this… He was an angry red, darker than his hair, swollen past his normal girth, and the slight curve that he had was almost straightened. They hadn't really done anything, but he was already leaking enough for it to be dribbling down his side.

This was… Fuck, this was erotic. He could only watch as he became harder from just looking at himself, his cock straightening out fully. He only pulled his eyes away when your face appeared beside him. He groaned at the sight.

You smiled up at him teasingly. “I've gotta say, red is definitely your color!”

He was more than ready when you pulled back, knowing full well you were positioning yourself to go down on him. And, fuck was he ever ready for it.

He let out a whine when you bypassed his cock entirely, latching your lips on the juncture of his leg and pelvis, and sucked. He grit his teeth in frustration when you moved to the other side, biting down then sucking. You did this several more times, sometimes getting right at his base, once or twice placing a little kiss to his tight balls, but never truly touching his ache. The brushes of your hair and skin on his cock while you worked around it was a torturous type of teasing that was driving him mad. And you took your agonizingly sweet time.

He was a squirming, panting mess, thighs and lower abdomen littered with hickeys when he finally uttered out a word.

“Hm?” You detached yourself from the space under his ball sack. “What was that?” You were a bit breathy yourself.

“Please…” Fuck, he was on the verge of tears. He needed some kind of relief. “Please…”

He chanced a glance at you when he didn't feel anything happening. You were staring at him wide eyed, mouth slightly open. Face redder than before. His voice grew needy, cracking in desperation.

“Babe, please, touch me. Suck my cock! Shit! Let me go and I'll do it myself!” Your eyes widened further. “I-is that what you want? To watch me make a mess of myself and cum all over? O-or, do you want me to beg? Babe, I'll beg! I'll beg so pretty! Just please! Fuck me- GahAA!”

His head shot back in a throaty wail as you took his cock fully into your mouth, swallowing around him as best you could when you felt him reach your throat. It was a little challenging since he was bigger than normal. You would manage, you were determined to. You started at a steady pace, trying to keep his hips from bucking. Easier said than done. Perhaps you had played with him a little too long.

He shouted out in frustration, followed by the sound of his bindings ripping from his quirk. You were jerked up, squealing as he roughly positioned you on his lap. Yeah, you played too long. But, this was a learning experience, and now you knew-

You arched in a silent scream as Kirishima slammed you onto him with no warning, gripping your hips tightly to keep up with his sudden frantic pace. He was already girthier than average, but with the cock ring trapping his blood flow, he was stretching you much wider.

He began slowing both of your movements almost as suddenly as he had started pounding you. Lost in your lust, your original plan was gone from your mind, whining and desperately trying to move quicker. However, he had a firm grip still, keeping you from any attempt of doing so.

One hand traveled up your back and into your hair when he felt you had calmed enough. He pulled you as close to him as he could, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His other hand moved to your lower back, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He kept you like that for an agonizing amount of time, just holding you to him while his cock twitched deep inside you.

You caught your breath, mewling into his ear for him to do something. Anything! He shushed you, placing light kisses to your shoulder. “You said this was for me, right?” his voice was quiet, having a little growl to it that sent a shiver down your spine. “All for me… So, I’m going to have you how I want.”

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you to move, increasing your pace little by little. He settled on a speed akin to a crawl, causing you to whimper pathetically at the near lazy pace. He was more than strong enough to keep you from trying to go faster.

There was a fleeting thought that this must have been what he had been feeling during your teasing. And that's what it was to you. Teasing. Wonderful, tortuous teasing. When you had finally stopped struggling did you begin to really take notice of the feel of him moving around you. Moving in you. There was a warmth building in you that you had never noticed during sex before.

You had the sudden urge to be closer to him. A need to be closer. Just to feel more of him. Your arms wound tighter around his neck, hands fisting his limp hair, pulling yourself to him until your chests were rubbing together, your light breaths puffing in his ear.

You let out a strangled gasp as your body convulsed in an orgasm that you were unaware had been building. You had been so wrapped up in the new sensations of the slow, sensual dance that you were completely blindsided by it. So much so that you nearly slid off his lap. His grip didn't let you get far though, still moving your hips leisurely on his cock through it all.

Kirishima let out a hum of approval as you came down. He gently bit and sucked at the juncture of your neck, groaning out little praises of how good you were doing at this pace. How might you deserve a little reward.

He leaned back from you enough to see your face, tightened his grip, and began rapidly bucking up into your swollen pussy. It was like going from zero to eighty. You weren't ready for the suddenness of it. It sent you reeling, crying out, and tensing entirely in overstimulation. It was much closer to your preferred pace. Now gripping his shoulders, you also leaned away from him, tilting your head back to try and give yourself more leverage to move at your rhythm, only to have his hand force your head back down.

“No, no,” he breathed, locking those burning red eyes to yours. “Look at me. Don't you dare look away.” While breathy, his voice was commanding, compelling you to obey.

You watched his face contort, eyebrows forming a slight crease in his effort to keep pace. His ears, cheeks, and neck were flush such a pleasant rosy color. His lips were pulled back to show off his teeth that were just enough apart for his grunts and groans to clearly be heard as they grew louder. He as working to keep his eyes open and on you. And he was very much enjoying what he was watching.

Your eyes were half open, struggling to keep contact with his when your body wanted to throw itself back in pleasure. Your skin was too hot, numbing your nerves to anything but his cock pounding up into you. Your lips were parted just enough to let out your growing whines until it dropped open in a loud, gasping moan. Kirishima couldn't last after witnessing that display, pulling you into a sloppy, heated kiss as he spent himself deep into you.

Your heated make out simmered down to light, affectionate pecks as you both relaxed into one another. He held you close, hips still twitching in the aftermath. He still didn't let you go as he flopped back onto the bed, causing you to let out a little squeak of laughter. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, simply basking in the presence of each other.

“So,” you started, pushing yourself up to look at him. “What did you think?”

He gave a breathless laugh. “Honestly? I, uh… heh,” he looked a little sheepish. “I really wouldn't mind using it again.”

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I Am v sad you don’t have any more works posted yet they’re rEally FRICKKIN goood aNd deTailed

Aw, thank you!

I do have more fics in the works (there’s a smutty Kirishima/reader that I’ve got near finished), but it’s going slow due to having started a new job, moving, and preparing to work a haunted house for Halloween.

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Touch Me (Bakugou/Reader)

You were feeling a bit neglected by your boyfriend as of late. Well, maybe 'neglected’ wasn't the right word, as he did text you often. Being a high ranking Hero in a large city required him to work at odd times, keeping you apart more than either of you liked. You didn't necessarily mind. You understood what you were getting into when you agreed to date him and you were used to mostly being on your own before meeting him.

Your family was never really all that physically affectionate and you didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable with spontaneous hugs that you seemed to always crave, even if friends said they were fine with you doing it. It wasn't until you and your boyfriend started being intimate did you realize how truly touch starved you were. Lying there in bed, curled up to his side as he embraced you? You would argue that had been more euphoric than the act that initiated it.

But, Bakugou Katsuki was not a touchy-feely individual. That was a fact no one could deny. He hardly let anyone close enough to get to know and understand him, let alone share a friendly side hug. He was a prickly pear that refused to lower his defenses for anyone and you respected that. The two of you would give one another small touches here and there and you didn't ask for anything more, though you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and just hang off him, absorbing his love and warmth through his skin like a parasite.

However, you were a civilized individual. You controlled yourself. For the most part.

You were feeling lazy today, and since you didn't have anything planned, you indulged. Still in your sleepwear, you dozed in front of the TV, mindlessly flipping through channels. So lost in your haze of nothingness, you didn't register your door unlocking and opening. Nor the creak of that one floorboard in your front hallway. You did notice the feeling of being watched, however.

Looking up, you jolted in surprise to find someone hovering over you from behind the couch. It took a moment for your brain to register that it was Bakugou, cheekily smirking down at you. You hit him with a pillow.

“You ass!” You laughed. “Don't sneak up on me like that!”

“I wasn't sneaking,” he grabbed the pillow from you to retaliate. “You just weren't paying any attention!” You sat up, watching him meander into the kitchen.

“I thought you worked a double shift today,” you called out to him as you peeked at the clock. It was way too early for him to be off.

“Was told to take off the rest of the day. Something about being at our best for some investors coming in the next few days.” He sounded annoyed. You knew how to fix that.

“Well that's just silly,” you couldn't keep your grin hidden. “Being the best, you're already always at your best!”

“Damn straight, babe!” You could practically hear the arousal in his voice screaming 'fuck yes, stroke my ego!’ What you actually heard was the refrigerator opening, followed by his tongue clicking. “You really need to stop drinking this piss water.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then stop pilfering my fridge and bring your own. I'm starting to think you come over just to eat my food.” He appeared in the entryway, 'piss water’ in hand. There was a smoldering glint in his eyes as he made his way over to you.

“Of course I come here just to eat.” He leaned close, voice dropping. “My favorite meal lives here, after all.”

He got a quick peck in before you pushed him away, muttering about him being such a horn dog. He chuckled at your embarrassment, moving to sit in the recliner. He paused for a second, glancing back at you. You cocked your head with a question, already settling back down. He turned to you and started moving your feet. You whined in protest, nudging his hands away.

“What are you doing?”

“What's it fucking look like? I wanna sit! Now move over!”

“Nuh-uh!” You suddenly felt a bit playful. “Not only was I here first, but this is my couch, in my apartment! And you're drinking my beer!” He was scowling, a cute pout pulling at his bottom lip. You really wanted to nip it.

“Well, maybe the reason I fucking agreed to take today off was because I wanted to spend my fucking time with you!” Oh. Oh he was pouting! His cheeks were tinted red as he turned his head away.

While you were ecstatic that he had openly admitted that he wanted to be with you, you were also a little flustered. You weren't used to the whole relationship thing still, he being your first. You were pretty oblivious when it came to people dropping hints your way. Honestly, you blamed your time in customer service jobs for this, having to put on and be around others that constantly had a smiling, polite facade in the face of other smiling, polite facades that only dropped when they didn't get their way.

Granted, Bakugou hadn't exactly been blunt in flat out telling you he liked you. It was more of… aggressive flirting. A very roundabout way of dropping hints that, oddly enough, you picked up on. An emotionally stunted individual trying to confess feelings to an emotionally oblivious individual and actually ending up together without too much fuss was baffling to any outside observers. Emotions were such stupidly complicated things.

You smiled warmly at him, holding your arms out and making grabby hands.

He gave you a look. “... The hell are you doing?”

“Pulling you in. Cuddle with me.”

“I would if you moved your damn feet!”

“Side on side action with a draped arm isn't enough. I need more.”

“If you want to fuck then-”

“I don't want to fuck! I don't want to move from this spot! I don't even want to take my clothes off! I just want to be close to you!” That did it. His face went pink as he coughed to hide his own embarrassment. It took him a few seconds to right himself.

“Then move over-”

“Lay on me.” Well, that seemed to do it even more. He choked on his own spit, face blooming in a dark red.

“E-excuse me?!” He didn't bother to try to collect himself, voice jumping in pitch a little.

“Lay on me!” you repeated through a giggle. “I…” Your words died as you really started to take him in. He was rigid, eyes comically wide, and jaw tight. You were making him uncomfortable, weren't you? It was rare that he ever initiated touch, and when he did it often led to sex. You were putting him out of his comfort zone with such a bold request right out of the blue.

You dropped both your arms and eyes in shame. “S-sorry… I-I just…”

The sound of a bottle being set on the side table cut you off. Looking up, you found him avoiding your gaze, face still beet red and holding a scowl. He muttered something about not complaining about him squishing you as he lowered himself right on top of you, head resting on your chest.

This… this was happening. This was happening!

You couldn't quite believe it. He was still very stiff and wouldn't stop shifting around to get comfortable. You kept your arms away from him, afraid to push him too far since he was indulging you. Once he finally settled, he let out a sigh that released some tension, moving his arms to rest at your sides, like he wasn't sure what he should be doing with them. You both stayed that way for a while, tense, unsure, and mildly uncomfortable but not wanting to get up in fear of disappointing the other.

Hesitantly, you brought your arms up to rest on his back in a loose embrace. He let out a breath, feeling his muscles loosen a bit more. Ever so lightly, you began running your nails along his back. He didn't protest.

You found yourself smiling, a warmth flooding through you. He may not have been entirely enjoying this, but he was pushing through it for you. Humming in content and appreciation, you relaxed beneath him. The feeling of his weight pressing down on you was beyond comforting.

He huffed, shifting his head slightly, his hair tickling against your collarbone. Carefully, in case he wanted you to stop, you brought one hand to his head, gently running your fingers through his locks. Again, he let you. He actually relaxed farther into you, his arms curling more into your sides in a light embrace.

You both laid there for a while, basking in one another's presence as the television created soft background noise. You figured he might be watching it, but you? You were too preoccupied with watching him. Seeing his back moving ever so slightly with his even breathing. Reveling in the feel of his hair between your fingers, watching it bounce back into place with each stroke. Feeling his warmth, that was often too much for you to handle, mingle with yours, coaxing you into a pleasurable state of bliss.

A sound caught your attention. At first you ignored it, thinking it was just something on the TV, however, it continued to persist, a little too sporadically and a little too different volume consistency. It wasn't until you felt a small vibration along your belly did you realize it was coming from Bakugou.

He was snoring! A feeling spread through your chest… you couldn't quite put words to it. It was just a monumentally joyous feeling that blossomed from him being comfortable enough around you in this position to fall asleep! Unbridled affection might be the closest description.

You brought a hand to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your giggles. It was in vain, however, as your chest movement woke him with a soft snort. He grumbled, lifting his head enough to peer at you. You supposed he was going for a stern glare, but his sleepy expression made him more cute than intimidating. Not that you'd ever tell him.

“I'm sorry,” you cooed quietly, running your hand through his hair again. “I didn't mean to wake you.”

He grunted, starting to pull himself up. Disappointment immediately thrummed through you. This was ending much too soon. But, if he was done, he was done. You were just happy that he had humored you for as long as he had.

He surprised you though when he resettled himself to where his head rested more on your shoulder, his forehead and nose pressing against your neck. His hands wiggled their way under you in the attempt to pull you closer. Heat rushed over you as he let out a long, warm breath against your throat, nuzzling you for a second before relaxing fully, causing a ripple of goosebumps to breakout over you.

Your smile came back full force. “If I didn't know any better, Katsuki, I'd say you were enjoying this.”

His voice was a bit gruff, muffled, and uncharacteristically quiet. “Good thing you don't know any better.”

“Right,” you lightly chuckled, bringing your hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck and turning your head to rest against his. “A very good thing…�� Engulfed in, dare you say, your boyfriend's loving embrace, you began to doze off yourself. Until his groggy voice pulled you back.

“Hey, if you ever need to do this again… let me know.”

“Hmm… You're willing to take time out of your busy schedule to put up with me being clingy? 'Cause I think I might need this to be an everyday thing to keep my skin hunger at bay.” You felt him stiffen at that. Clearly, he had not heard that term before. You tried to keep from laughing too much.

He heaved a heavy sigh, as though all of this was just the biggest inconvenience. “Fuckin’ hell- don't make this weird. I'm putting up with it to keep you from moping around.”

“I do not mope!”

He nipped at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, causing you to jump a little. “Shut up before I get up…”

You honestly didn't think he would unless you really pushed him, but you really didn't want to test it. You were too comfortable and far too happy to now know that he was apparently as touch starved as you were.

But, just in case this was a rare occurrence that you would need to look fondly back on, you prepared the camera on your phone for when you were sure he was asleep. No one would believe you otherwise.

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Burning for You (Midoriya/Reader)

All you wanted to do was go home, have a little glass of wine, pass out, and not get up until well into the afternoon. You figured that was fine. You weren't asking for much, surely you'd be allowed that simple want?

A double shift on your feet was rewarded with nearly the whole bottle. More than what you had planned, but you didn't have plans for tomorrow, so whatever. Pleasantly buzzed, bordering on drunk, you stumbled into bed, konking out before you fully hit the mattress.

Suffice to say, this would lead to being the biggest mistake you would ever make.

The dull, painful beat in your head is what woke you. Your taste came next, grimacing at the mix of morning breath and dry bile. You must have vomited in your mouth just a little, not feeling any crusty chunks, nor smell the sourness. But, there was another smell, much stronger...

Smoke.

You inhaled sharply as your body kicked you awake, regretting it instantly as you were sent into a violent coughing fit. You couldn't get enough clean air in to stop. You grabbed a pillow, shoving your face into it in an attempt to stop. You were able to get enough control to take everything in.

Early afternoon sun filtered from your window, making odd shapes in the thick, black smoke that was wafting through your bedroom. It was exceptionally warmer. But where was it coming from?

Confusion gripped you. What had happened? What was happening? How long had this been going on? Did anyone else know? You needed to get out, you knew you did and you wanted nothing more than to flee. You couldn't move though, breathing hard into your pillow to get oxygen that wasn’t there.

A long creaking from above startled you to drop the pillow, gasping in fright, in turn triggering you to once again try and hack up a lung. Another sound caught your attention as you used your hands to cover your nose and mouth. From the window. Shouts. Screams. Sirens. Help.

You needed help. They needed to know you were there. You took a step forward, jumping back when the groaning creak sounded again. Louder this time. You couldn't tell if the ceiling was bowing or the heat was playing tricks.

You needed to get out. Trying to call for help might take too long when you could at least start to pull yourself out of the heat through the fire escape or into the outside hallway. Luckily, your bedroom door was left open so you could easily tell if it was safe to proceed. It seemed the fire was coming from the apartment above yours.

The rest of your home was full of smoke, wisps of flames were licking along the ceiling here and there. They were more prominent toward the front door. Alright, escape down the stairwell wasn't happening. How much had this spread? Did your alcohol-induced slumber really keep you from waking sooner?

Intense snapping from behind caused you to spin around. You yelped, watching the above floor collapse into your bedroom. Intense heat rushed over you, embers quickly growing as they lapped up your untouched furniture.

You stood there dumbly, watching as your home was burned away. Everything you had, gone in a matter of seconds.

A loud creak from above pulled you out of your pity-party. What the hell were you doing? Your life was on the fucking line and you were crying over some clothes. You could do that later. Right now, the fire escape.

You stumbled to the window, coughing and wheezing. You flung the little tabs that sat under it out of the way and began working to open it. Easier said than done with your shaking. You couldn't muster enough strength. Why? It was a window. Had you missed a latch?

It was painted shut.

God damn, fucking, lazy-ass maintenance!

You were going to make the biggest complaint when you got out. You grabbed a hefty ornament from your shelf and chunked it, the glass easily breaking. You didn't get the chance to break it any farther, the groaning and snapping above caused you to look up. Fire was waving over the bending ceiling, cracks quickly growing.

You lunged back, the mess just missing you, but effectively blocking your exit. You didn't get the time to stand. The apartment had only paused in its collapse, the rest of it catching you off guard long enough to fall onto you.

Wood, smoke, ash, and who knows what else filled your lungs as beams and piping caged you in. What little air you had left was knocked from you as what you thought was a couch landed on your legs and lower back. You felt something crack. Chunks of concrete landed heavily around you, smaller bits bouncing off your arms that encircled your head. One large piece hit the floor a little too close for comfort before gravity pulled it down on top of you. The fire hadn't yet reached you, but the heat was enough to scorch your skin.

The panic that had been slowly building was now spiraling out of control, coupled with your adrenalin, keeping you from feeling too much of the excruciating pain your body was in. You were sobbing as much as your clogged lungs would allow. There were no tears, the heat eating them up before they could form. You were trapped. You didn't know if anyone knew you were here. You would die here.

I'm scared!

Flashes of the night before came to your mind. Then the previous day. Then week. Your life played out in reverse as the ever growing flames nipped at your feet. Your family. Your friends. Coworkers. Acquaintances. People you hated. People you admired. Accomplishments you'd achieved. Goals you'd never reach. Dreams you'd never have again.

Please…

Through your fading vision, you could see your front door. It was missing. A figure was in its place, their bright green standing out almost blindingly among the red. Your brain couldn't quite piece together that it was a person until they moved inside… You recognized that green.

I'm here! Here! Right here! Please!

He frantically moved in and out of your vision several times, muffled shouts reaching your cotton filled ears. He couldn't see you and you couldn't make any noise loud enough for him to hear. Not even a cough. But maybe…

Your arms were still around your head, one stuck against the concrete pressing on you, but the other was only slightly wedged. If you wiggled it just enough you could maybe- there! It pulled free, flopping to the ground before you, your hand hopefully in full view.

That was it. That was all you could do. There was an intense, stinging pain at your side that was quickly trailing up your screaming back. You couldn't feel your legs anymore. Your breath was so shallow, body not having the strength to cough anymore. You were so exhausted…

***

You didn't wake slowly. Nor did you jolt awake. You just… woke up.

Your head rolled against something soft, peeling your eyes open to hazy objects against white. Lights were off but it wasn't really dark. A steady beep echoed from far away. You felt sluggish and heavy, your thoughts trudging through molasses as you tried to take everything in. There was mild soreness that pulsed through your whole being. You wanted to go back to sleep.

A click sound found its way to you. You lolled your head toward it, catching a green blur slowly making its way to you. You blinked in a desperate attempt to clear your vision as it lowered itself into what you thought might have been a chair. Garbled noises slurred together as you stupidly stared at the moving mouth… This was a person.

They stood again suddenly, you moving your head to try to keep up. They sat back down just as quickly. It made your head spin.

All at once you felt awful. You groaned as the soreness you felt escalated exponentially. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to understand why your skin felt like it was on fire.

Because it had been on fire.

Your head didn't feel entirely clear, but it was enough to remember your apartment had burned down with you inside it. To realize you were in a hospital. To see that Pro Hero Deku sitting right next to you.

Despite being more coherent, you still gaped stupidly at his nervous grin. You blinked, only realizing that he had been talking to you.

“S-sorr-” you were launched into a very painful coughing fit, sending every fiber in your body into uncomfortable spasms. A straw came into view when you had calmed enough, taking it into your mouth without thinking beyond wanting it to stop.

When the lukewarm water had soothed your throat enough did your position click. Pro Hero Deku was holding the cup and straw for you, looking adorably flustered. If you were embarrassed no one would be able to tell from the heat of your burns. Yourself included.

“S-sorry!” He stuttered out, placing the cup to the side. “Don't try to talk right now, okay? O-or move!” He attempted to push you back down as gently as he could. You didn't fight it. You were too weak to even get up on your elbows. He instead raised your bed a little so that you were semi-sitting up. You tried to give him a smile in thanks, only to wince. That hurt too. How badly injured were you?

Deku settled, looking upset. He held your tired gaze for a moment, the only sound being the heart monitor and your shallow breathing. He dropped his head, gripping the sheets tightly.

“I'm… I'm sorry.”

He was sorry? For what? If you recalled, he had saved you. If anything, you should be groveling in thanks! Or at least be able to verbally apologize for not being physically able to. Slowly, you nudge your hand to his, lightly tapping your finger against his knuckle. God, even that little movement was tiring and uncomfortable. He looked up to find your eyebrows furrowed as much as they were able to be in confusion. He sighed and looked away, running his hand through his hair, little bits of stuff flying off.

...Ash. Ash and rubble bits. You just noticed. He was covered in it. His costume also looked a little worse for wear. Had he really been here all this time? How long had it been since he pulled you out of the building? Was anyone else hurt? And, not that you were complaining, why was he allowed to walk around the hospital like this?

“We thought…” his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “I thought we had gotten everyone. The apartment two floors above where I found you… A little girl had manifested her quirk and it scared her. The fire spread a lot quicker then if it had been caused by anything else.” He swallowed hard, his hair was blocking his eyes from you. “I had heard something falling down the fire escape and noticed a broken window where the fire hadn't reached yet…”

A small sniffle came. His hands were threatening to rip the sheets. “I-if I had checked each floor! I had been in such a hurry to get everyone out from the floors that had been affected, that I just assumed everyone else had gotten out!”

Your eyes widened. No. No, no, no, no! He shouldn't be beating himself up over this! You'd gotten drunk enough the night before that you had slept through most of it! If you had had any more than you had, you would probably have burned to death on your bed! You were alive! Sure, you more than likely had second-degree burns, but you lived!

You tapped his knuckle a little quicker, trying to make a face that would tell him that you'd be alright. That you didn't blame him for anything. You were surprised to find his eyes so glossy, tears quickly building in the corners.

“I-” he took a breath in an attempt to compose himself. “I wanted to be here in case you woke up before… You haven't been out long. The doctors said you might, but…” He was ever so gently holding your hand now. The material of his gloves scratched painfully against your raw skin, but you didn't protest. You wanted the comfort it seemed to bring the both of you, and the physical discomfort it brought you was enough to stave off the fatigue that was quickly creeping in.

“The doctors… I volunteered to be the one to tell you and they agreed that it might be better for you hearing this from me if you woke up, a Hero…” A few tears escaped, which he quickly wiped away. You'd seen him cry on the news without issue, why was he trying to keep a brave face now? The beeping of your monitor picked up a little. What was he trying to say?

“Your injuries… You inhaled a lot of smoke and embers, causing burns inside of your mouth and throat. You mostly have second-degree burns and very few third-degree…” He swallowed hard. “Your right side and lower back have fourth-degree burns and your legs… had them.”

Your legs…

Fatigue forgotten, you desperately made to sit up. Deku vehemently protested but was hesitant to force you down and cause you more pain. You had to see. You needed to see.

It was a struggle, but you managed to confirm it with your own eyes before your body gave out. Instead of your legs stretched out to form lumps beneath the sheets, there was nothing. They stopped less than halfway down your thighs.

There were no tears or cries of anguish. You felt… empty. Hollow. Even the heart monitor was evening out. You were in shock. Understanding what was happening, but not fully grasping it. Beside you, Deku was quiet. Letting you take your time. When you turned your head to him, he looked ready to burst.

“I-I… I wish that was it… They told me that fourth-degree burns have a high mortality rate and they got infected from debris being lodged in them, so they… removed your legs. Your back and side… are also infected.” His voice had grown small. “A-and t-there's… there’s-”

He couldn't get it out, gripping your hand a little tighter as he hiccuped to keep his tears in. But, you didn't need him to finish. You already knew the words he was choking on.

You were going to die.

Again, you understood it but weren't fully comprehending it. It was strange. While burning alive in your apartment, you were in a panic, thinking you were going to die when help had been right there. A charcoaled body lying under debris, waiting for some poor sap to stumble upon you and begin the process of trying to remove your corpse that would probably be melted to that couch.

Now? You were in a sterile, scratchy hospital bed. In pain, in shock, missing your legs, and still dying despite all the effort. With one of the top five Heroes now weeping over you, profusely apologizing for not getting to you sooner, for not thinking to check every apartment, for not saving you.

You made a strangled noise, pulling at your trapped hand to get his attention. It took a moment, but he eventually did quiet, sniffling and wiping away the thick streams of tears that he just couldn't seem to stop. Good. You were too tired to stay awake much longer. You took a few shuddering breaths, making sure to keep your voice to that of a breathy whisper as to not irritate your throat too much. You needed him to hear, regardless of his protests.

“S… save,” your gums and jaw hurt and your tongue was having the hardest time working correctly, making your words come out garbled. This was going to be difficult. “You save… m-me.” Jeez, you were out of breath. “Th… than’ you… 'ey, s'op cr… ‘ryin’.” He looked up at you when you tapped his hand again. You didn't know if he was blurry due to your eyes having trouble staying open or if you yourself were crying. You squeezed his hand weakly as you gave a small smile through the hurting pull of your face.

“You... 'ave me. Don’... you… dare thin’... you didn’, yeah?” God, you were beyond ready to sleep. You took a moment to catch your breath. “Sm… smile? P’ease? Wa…” You were fading fast but were determined to get what you wanted to say out.

“Wan’ see… you smile… p'ease, De'u…” A stream of air left you as you relaxed. That was it. That was all you had. Your eyes were hardly staying open, but you saw it.

The thousand-watt smile Deku was known for cut through your darkening vision. Regardless of the clear sorrow he held, tears still falling, it was every bit as joyous and bright as the television and photos portrayed, if not more.

With that image imprinted in your brain, you stopped fighting, slipping off to sleep.

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WOW EXCUSE ME THAT BAKUGOU/READER FIC WAS THE BEST THING IVE READ IN A HOT MINUTE. Jesus Christ you’re such a good writer!!! Fully made me cry and that never happens 😂😂

Haven’t drawn in a while and felt the occasion called for a little extra.

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Pop the Bubble

I’ve had this idea bouncing around for a really powerful quirk that's deceptively labeled 'Bubbles’.

I'm thinking about making a little story regarding it, and still might after I've caught up on all my other writing things, but for now, have this little shot that kicked me awake from a deep sleep the other morning.

It had been slow. Too slow. Wa-ay too slow. Literally nothing had been happening for three god damn weeks. And Ground Zero was about to blow a fucking fuse.

Said Hero sat at his desk, head buried in his arms to keep himself from glancing at the clock for the nth time that day. He was caught up in all his paperwork and had organized it in six different ways. The most exciting thing on the news for the past few days was the multiple births of some panda cubs. He had even gone through his social media pages but quit after an hour of being bombarded with notifications he couldn't give two shits about.

He grunted when a knock rattled his desk, having a pretty good idea who it was. “Hey, man,” yep, Kirishima. “I know things are not your speed right now, but you've got to at least look busy.”

“With what?” He picked his head up enough to peak out. “I've done everything. Fuck, I even went to a couple of the interns to see if they needed anything.”

Kirishima looked away in thought. “Huh, that explains it…”

“... Explains what?”

“Oh!” Bakugou narrowed his eyes at Kirishima's knowing smile. “I overheard some of them talking about how they thought they weren't doing a good enough job because a Hero demand they give up some of their workload. Might need to talk to them about it. They're kinda stressing themselves out…”

“They're interns. They need a fire lite under their asses every now and then to keep'em on their toes,” he put his head back down. It was blissfully quiet for a moment; nothing but the static of office background. Until Kirishima opened his stupid mouth again.

“We could go spar?”

The blond heaved a sigh as he stood, reaching for his gauntlets. “I can only pummel your sorry ass so many times. Think I'll just go on patrol. Grab a bite while I'm out.”

“Oh, cool! I'll come with! Not like I'm doing anything either.”

The outside was just as uneventful as the inside had been in terms of excitement. However, it was outside, among fresh air and the bustle of city life, so it was better. The Heroes had been stopped by fans a few times during their route, but beyond that, they might as well have been off duty.

“I can't believe this… I came to this location because crime is higher. What gives!” Kirishima nudged his friend in warning to keep his voice down.

“Dude, I know it's boring, but don't complain! Being bored in our line of work is a good thing! Enjoy it while it lasts.”

He was right, Bakugou knew that. There a small fraction of him that was genuinely glad things were as peaceful as they currently were. He was just so done with being cooped up at his desk, not doing anything. As much as he despised doing them, he was actually contemplating setting up some interviews that he had previously turned down.

A panicked voice carrying over the city sounds gained his attention. He caught sight of a frantic woman through the crowd, calling out and looking every which way. Before he or his companion could fully turn to approach her, she spotted them, nearly knocking people over in her rush to get to them.

“Please!” She latched onto Red Riot, who had been closer. “Please! My baby! Please! I c-can't-” she choked on her own babbling sobs.

“Whoa, whoa! Slow down! Take a breath! We can't help if you can't tell us what's wrong!” Bakugou couldn't help but be grateful that the redhead was the one she had got to first. Kirishima's natural way with people, even in stressful situations, he would never cease to be a bit envious of. The woman calmed after a few gulps of air. “Alright, now, what's happened? What about your baby?”

“I-I can't find them! We were over by the pet stall in the outdoor market and I let go of their hand to dig in my purse for just a second!” She hiccuped, becoming increasingly more hysterical. “They didn't answer my calls or make any sounds! They're sh-shy so they always stay close-close to me wh-when we go out anywhere, and they weren't under any of the t-tables, o-or- or-”

Kirishima caught her in a strong embrace as she started to crumble. He gave comforting words as he and Bakugou shared a look. It wasn't unusual for small children to wander away from their parents. Not even for a shy kid that would normally stick to their parents’ side if something got their attention. It was what might've gotten enough of their attention to wander far enough out of range that was worrisome.

Kirishima pulled the woman back enough to make eye contact, beaming that sunshine smile of his. “Don’t worry, ma'am! I'm sure they just got distracted and are fine. Can you tell us what they look like?”

She sniffled, seeming to be taking to Red Riots words. “They're not yet five, wearing a-” her head snapped away as several loud bangs and screams rang out. The woman was trying to escape Kirishima's grasp to run in the direction people were running from. The outdoor market.

Bakugou was already moving, now feeling like shit for complaining about being bored as a massive explosion rang out. A kid was missing and it was looking like a villain might be involved with it. He swore as he blasted his way above the crowd.

The area was scarce save for a few stragglers and shop keepers that were too stubborn to leave their wares. Bakugou spun in place once he landed, getting the layout and where the potential threat might be. He saw nothing as he ran in a direction. He skid to a stop upon turning a corner, taking in the destruction.

Stalls, furniture, and goods were piled on either side of the street, into large circular indents made into side building walls. There were items that looked as though they had been flattened into the ground, the concrete cracked and bowing inward. Like something had forced everything back from a center point. There were more of these indents farther down, though on much smaller scales and not as impactful. Now, he just needed to find the asshole responsible for all this.

A sound of sucking air coming from behind caused him to spin on his heel, hand out and crackling with carefully restrained power. He was still aware that a kid was missing; an easy go to for a hostage. Only, there was no one behind him. But there was a transparent orb that he almost missed, gently floating at about eye level.

He kept his hands up, on guard for any movement as he slowly made his way over. He stopped a little more than arm's length from it. This close it looked more like a bubble, a bit bigger than his head. No one was around.

“Goddamnit- WHERE ARE YOU HIDING-!?”

BANG

He was blown back from a forceful gale. He managed to stay on his feet, whipping around for the source. The bubble was gone and in its place was a new crack in the street. The source of the destruction. But where were they coming from?

The same sound of sucking air came a little ways off, above him. He spotted the bubble, sitting there oh so innocently, just seeable against the sky. Several more appeared, growing into existence like someone was blowing up balloons. There were no more than two at a time. When a new one appeared, a previous one would loudly pop in an expulsion of air. They were moving up.

His eyes followed ahead of the path they were making- There! A figure hovering high above the low buildings. That was either the missing kid or the villain responsible, much farther away. The way he was lead to see them made a voice in his mind scream trap. However, Bakugou was not one for idle standing by to work things through. He was best when doing in the moment.

He wasted little time blasting his way up, the figure quickly growing closer. He allowed momentum to carry him upward, just past them to give himself enough time to see what he was dealing with. He hung in the air above them for less than a few seconds, but it was enough.

A small child was in a bubble just big enough for them, bawling hysterically, desperately reaching for him as he began to drop. There wasn't a sound coming from them. The bubble might very well be soundproof, which would explain why no one had heard the no doubt ear-shattering screams they were making. Bakugou was in slight relief. The kid was found, scared out of their mind, but seemingly unharmed… but where the hell was the villain? He didn't know if he could get them out of that bubble without causing them harm. Then there was the matter of safely getting them down-

The bubble holding the kid popped suddenly, knocking Bakugou away as the kids scream dropped past him.

Panic in his belly and heart in his throat, Bakugou shot after them. He had just managed to grab onto them when another, bigger bubble appeared around the kid, engulfing his hands and half of his gauntlets in with them. The bubble came to a stop in midair, Bakugou following after, gravity causing him to roll until he was dangling under it. His arms felt as though they were being pulled out of their sockets from the abrupt stop. How the fuck was this holding him?!

Taking a quick glance down, he saw they were still a good ways from the ground. He looked back up into the bubble. The kid was looking at him through tears, snot, and spit, mouthing something he could just hear but not make out, gripping onto his hand like a vice. He couldn't say he blamed them. Hanging this high in the air with no control or anything to hold on to was not a pleasant position to be in.

It was in that moment, when he realized the kid was apologizing, did a thought strike him.

”They're not yet five…”

His eyes widened upon noticing the bubble quiver. “Oh, fucking hell-"

He was more ready for the blast this time. The kid had one hell of a grip on his hand, thankfully. With the help of his feet, he managed to get the gauntlet off the arm not attached to the kid, flinging it away. He pulled them in close, securing them to his chest with his naked arm, making sure their face was buried into his neck.

He yelled for the kid to close their eyes and hang on tight, little arms nearly choking him being the only clue he got that they'd heard. He turned his body to face the ground that was quickly approaching. He might have spotted movement below him, but the smoke from the painfully massive one-handed explosion blocked his view.

Blast after blast he let out, desperately trying to slow down in time. His arm was screaming in strain, the explosions becoming weaker. The only plan that seemed to be on repeat was to land on his back to minimize damage to the kid, but slow down enough so he would receive minimum damage. He thought that a voice came to his ear, but with the roaring wind and his own rapid pulse, he wasn't sure.

He paused in his explosions, needing to see how close to the ground they were. Too close. He started to turn and shift the kid as they fell past the top of the nearest building. He barely comprehended a figure standing there.

He shut his eyes, bracing for impact when something wrapped around his torso multiple times. They were jerked, being pulled to fall at an arch rather than straight down. He felt the heels of his boots drag across concrete for an agonizing second, before lifting, slamming into something soft enough to survive the landing, but hard enough to really feel the full impact.

He gasped, not realizing he hadn't been breathing, as he settled into whatever he was laying on. Cautiously, he opened his eyes, seeing the sky being bordered by tarp material. It took him a moment to realize the static in his ears were muffled voices, growing louder and more clear as the adrenalin slowly ebbed away.

He grunted at the weight on his chest shifted, almost forgetting that they were there. The kid was trembling something awful, small sniffles and hiccups escaping. His neck felt sticky. Tears and snot most likely, he thought with a grimace.

He slowly sat up with some difficulty, finding his arms bound to him, shushing the kid as their grip tightened from the movement. Despite his restricted movement, he tried to pull them away as much as he could to assess any damage, but they refused to let go, whimpering and snuggling deeper each time Bakugou attempted. Not even his (less) harsh commands would loosen their grip. Sucking his teeth in defeat, he pulled himself up to crawl out to the open.

“Hey! You alright?” Bakugou came face to stupid helmet with Cellophane. He thought this tape looked familiar.

“Fine. Now, get me the hell out of this!”

A short time passed, explaining the situation to authorities as he was cut from Sero's tape. The kid still clung to him tightly. They would cry the second they would feel someone grab them and only settle when left alone. Not even Kirishima could talk them from letting go. In fact, as soon as they saw the redheads sharp smile, they started screaming right in Bakugou's ear, which in turn caused him to yell for Kirishima to fuck off. So, medics did what they could to work around.

As annoying as it was, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a bit smug that they felt so safe around him. Not to mention the media catching him allowing a small scared child to cling to him would really help boost his ratings. His PR agent was going to be over the moon with all the shit he usually got.

It was only when the frantic woman from earlier came forward did they finally move. The calm that had finally settled over them being shattered to wails as they reached for their mother. Bakugou had to admit as he watched them walk away, that he felt good. He'd never say it out loud, but he had started to feel… warm when that kid was clinging to him like a lifeline. His chest was starting to feel a bit cold now.

“Hey,” he glanced to Kirishima, who had slung his arm over his shoulder to watch with him. His face was scrunched. “You smell that?”

Now that he mentioned it, yeah, Bakugou could pick up something… coming from him. He picked at his costume, noticing a bit of dampness to it. He brought his nose to it and took a whiff.

“Are you shitting me?! That little brat fucking pissed on me!”

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Forget Me Not 3 (final): We Found Our Way (Bakugou/Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Films had a habit of using weather to depict whatever mood was happening. No matter how bad the hurricane, the main characters would come out basking in the shining light of a new day. Good things happening when good news was given. Bakugou understood it was all metaphors for visual entertainment, but he couldn’t help wishing movie makers were a little more realistic, maybe his expectations wouldn’t be so high.

He swore loudly as his foot sank into a pothole, cold water now soaking his sock and pant leg. He had been doing so well with trying to keep dry from the downpour, only for this to happen in the parking lot. His car got a flat tire on the long road from the highway to the property. He didn’t have a spare, so he called a tow-truck but refused to sit an wait, giving them permission to do what they needed to while he hoofed it the rest of the way, huddled under an umbrella. Like hell he was going to waste any more time.

He entered the familiar lobby, making a ’squelch’ with every other step. The woman behind the counter smiled when she noticed him, scowling and shaking his foot in vain. She handed him his visitors pass without anything being said. He’d been coming long enough that staff knew him.

Bakugou all but stormed down the halls, the unfortunate plight of his car and shoe making him irritable. However, once he rounded his final corner, he faltered in his step, suddenly nervous. The hall looked a lot longer than it ever had before. Your door looked that much farther away.

How many times had he made this trek? Enough, he felt. The shitty carpet pattern and smell of old people would be forever etched into his brain. It was automatic now. He wasn’t aware that he had been moving until he stood before your door.

And he just stood there.

He felt unsure. Would anything be different? Would it all be the same? The weather indicated that there was no happiness to be found here. That whatever miracles had been taking place recently were washed away.

He was afraid.

Afraid that he’d open this door and find nothing but a blank stare. Find that the past few days were flukes, that your mind had begun caving into itself, much like his chest had been for so long. Afraid that this was a calm before the storm and it was just going to get worse. Could he handle it if that were the case? Or would he finally crumble away beside you?

Another door banging shut in the quiet was enough to jar him from his thoughts and nerves. He scowled to himself. What was he getting worked up over? He was Katsuki fucking Bakugou! He didn’t back down from anything! And he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn tail from you. You were improving, that’s what was happening now. Everything else be damned!

His newfound vigor was near instantly put out when he heard your startled yelp from his harsh bangs on the door. He could have kicked himself. You were confused more often than not, sudden aggression was not going to help. The hell was wrong with him?

The door was suddenly wrenched open and Bakugou found himself pinned under your harsh glare. There was a fire in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long while. A burning he knew so well, that challenged anyone to dare rub you the wrong way. A challenge that he always found himself tackling because it was you who initiated it.

However, he didn’t jump into it with his own shit-eating grin and snark. He simply stared. You weren’t asking who he was, what he wanted, asking if you could help him with something. There was recognition in that heated gaze. It held him in place, crushing him under its weight, much like years ago when he started getting to know you better.

You were looking at him. You knew him… But, you weren’t seeing him. Not in the way he was looking for, but a vast improvement to all the previous visits.

God, he wanted nothing more than to hold you.

You sighed, looking unimpressed. “Is there a reason you're trying to break my door down?”

A handful of seconds passed before his brain finally caught up. “Just... wanted to make sure you heard me.”

“Rooms so small there's no way I wouldn't hear you,” you pulled the door open wider. “Well, come in then.”

Bakugou stepped in and almost immediately felt like he was suffocating. He hated how stuffy and cramped the room was. He usually tried to get you outside whenever he visited. It was currently a mess, clothes all over the place and objects in the process of being moved around.

“So,” he snapped his attention back to you, watching as you started folding clothes and putting them away. “What brings you to my humble abode? Dropping off a house warming gift? Something that was salvageable from my now flattened apartment?” You pinned him with a hard, accusing stare from over her shoulder.

Ah. He knew exactly what memory you were playing through. A duo of pretty nasty villains had popped up, just wreaking havoc. Bakugou had been among those called in to take care of it. The Heroes had gotten the all clear that civilians had been evacuated, so the fight turned from trying to just keep them contained to a spot, to trying to actually take them down.

One of them was more or less brushing off the hits being dealt. The best thing Bakugou could come up with was to set a trap and simply bring a building down on the villain. It worked. The guy was knocked out and sustained very little in the way of injuries. However, that building he used? Yeah, your apartment had been in it.

It was a hell of a thing for you to cut your vacation short for. You were understandably upset, but you didn’t hold it against him, not entirely. You were offered a temporary stay at the agency, in what staff jokingly referred to as ‘sleeper cells.’ They were basically tiny rooms with a bed, meant for those not well enough to go home after pulling an all-nighter, or in need of a break before going back to the paperwork grind. You were living out of a suitcase during your time there, which you didn’t really have any problem with. You seemed to be more perturbed over losing your apartment overall if anything. However, you did come off a bit cold to him, which made him think you did lose something important to you. It had annoyed him that you wouldn't say anything about it.

Honestly, though? Bakugou couldn’t think of a better place for your current headspace to be in. At the time, he had been coming to terms with… feelings that had manifested and grown without his knowledge or permission. He actually had stopped by with what he had hoped was a peace offering. A little something the cleanup crew had found near where your apartment had crumbled, thinking of you the second he had seen it. While also mildly hoping some kid wasn't missing it.

He didn't have anything with him now, so he fell back onto the banter that he enjoyed partaking in with you. He shrugged, matching your stare with a smirk. “Is my presence in this shithole not gift enough for you?”

Your cheeks turned a pretty red, in embarrassment or irritation, he couldn’t tell. You turned back to your task, now stuffing drawers with such force that the clothes were coming undone.

“I’m in this ‘shithole’ ‘cause somebody thought it’d be a good idea to use an entire building to stop one villain.”

“And you could've done better? Besides, you said you weren’t mad about it.”

“Well, if you’re going to come here and be a prick about it, I just might change my mind!”

“So, you’re admitting you couldn’t have done a better job?”

“No! I’m not admitting- I can catch bad guys without resorting to property damage! Don’t change the subject, asshole!”

“Hm, can you back that claim up?”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you! You-you… you, porcupine!”

He almost choked at that. He was remembering now. How could have forgotten? This had been the first time you’d called him ‘porcupine’. Over time it turned from a cute insult, into a term of endearment.

You were facing him now, red-faced and flustered. Trying in vain to keep your emotions in check. You were so fucking adorable. Fuck, he missed this.

“Porcupine?” He hadn't meant for it to come out as breathless as it did. He was supposed to sound amused. Luckily, it seemed you didn’t notice. Too caught up in the memory and high emotions.

“Yes! Porcupine! A big rodent that puffs up its quills and attacks anyone that tries to get too close to it! Quills that get wedged up under the skin of the unfortunate victim, and are incredibly painful and obnoxious! Just digging right up in there! Then they pull a complete one-eighty on you! Completely out of nowhere! And return something that meant so much to you when you thought it was gone! Just turning into the cutest little shit, never once thinking they could be so sweet, and will actually let you touch them if they trust you enough, and you realize that maybe they're not all that bad. Maybe… maybe they just need… a chance…” Your voice lost its momentum as your eyes glazed over, staring off at something on the bed. Bakugou felt his heart clench at your words. He remembers the more biting bit, but the rest… Did you really think that about him after he gave you that toy?

You stood there like that for several long, agonizing seconds. Bakugou knew better than to disrupt whatever your mind was trying to do. Instead, he followed your gaze, eyes widening at seeing the well-loved stuffed toy.

That was what he brought you. Turned out it had been yours. You had been so overwhelmed when he presented it to you that you had flung yourself at him in a bone crushing hug. You explained it had been given to you the day you were born, and, if it was still intact, you wanted to pass it down if you ever got the chance. If Bakugou had to think about it, that little thing was the catalyst to the start of your relationship.

“You… you're going to pester me about calling you that…” your voice was light but firm in conviction. “You're going to bother me for weeks… use it as a reason to talk to me more… you'll never admit you're doing it to watch me get flustered...” Your gaze shifted to the shirt in your hands. “I'm not going to realize that you're doing it to… not until your friend mentions it…”

You blinked rapidly, eyes coming back into focus. You looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time. Your back was turned more to him. He was doing all he could to keep himself from throwing caution to the wind and embracing you.

You set the shirt down, gently picking up the stuffed toy. “You never said anything about this. Not once.” You hiccup out a laugh. Bakugou found himself holding his breath. “I was so sure you'd hang it over my head, use it somehow to mock me. But, you never did. It honestly surprised me.” Your grip tightened. “You… well, you didn't ask me out. You gave me a time and a place, and I guess you hoped that I'd show up. I wasn't sure that I should… but, I'm so glad that I did!” Your voice held a smile. A watery one, but a smile nonetheless.

“And your stupid proposal!” A laugh forced itself out of you. “You weren't romantic, you didn't plan it- Hell, you were just coming out of the bathroom! You just… handed me this,” the hand holding the toy flopped to the bed. “Said it was in good condition, good enough to be given to a kid, if I was ready to part with it!” You started laughing in mirth. “I'll never forget how angry I got! I thought you wanted me to get rid of it!”

Just as quickly as it came, your laughter became choked. Your hand came over your mouth as you struggled to pull yourself together. “But, I did…”

Bakugou felt his chest clench painfully at how broken you sounded. He had his teeth clenched so hard to keep from making a sound. You needed to sort through your head without interference. It was killing him.

“I forgot I was a Hero. Forgot everything I'd gone through. People that I've come to know and care about. That I had been attacked… my quirk is-” You choked, unable to get the words out. You straightened and turned to face him. Fat tears were streaming down your face as you looked him over. As you saw him.

“I forgot you.”

Bakugou shot forward, clutching you to him as you broke down. Your grip on his shirt was weak. He tried to give comforting words, saying he was there, he had you, only to realize that he was also crying too hard to get anything out. He sat you both on the bed in fear that his legs would start to give out as well.

The two of you sat there for a time, letting out all the pent up emotions. The sobs died down to hiccups and sniffles, eventually simmering to Bakugou lightly running a hand over your head as you held him. The quiet was comforting in a way.

It terrified him. He had been in this position before. Every second that ticked by caused his fear to grow. How long would it be until you pulled back and asked who he was? Until you looked up at him without any recollection of who he was? Could he continue to be strong so soon after such an emotional breakthrough?

And yet, the longer you kept your face buried in his chest, the more hopeful he couldn't help but become. You knew him when he showed up at your door. You remembered him as your husband not even ten minutes after. This was the longest that you've remembered him for. You were getting better. It took some time to get the ball rolling, but now you were getting so much better with each day.

His heart nearly stopped when you shifted, pulling away from him. No. No, this was still much too soon. He was trying desperately to keep his breathing even. He just had a breakdown, he didn't know if his heart could handle another.

As you looked up at him with puffy eyes and a small smile, he felt that he still might break from relief. God, you were so beautiful. You reached up, taking his face in your hands. He felt a couple tears escape. You gently brushed them away as you brought him into the most tender kiss he swears has ever existed.

If you forgot again, so be it. He had promised to be by your side through thick and thin. And it was well known that Katsuki Bakugou didn't make promises he couldn't keep.

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Forget Me Not 2: Coping (Bakugou/Reader)

Part 1

Part 3

Bakugou was home, Kirishima was sure of it. The ill-tempered man had, had the same routine for nearly three months now, there was no way he was going to stop suddenly.

Unless something changed.

He knocked again with a little more force. He pulled his phone out to find none of his messages had been responded to. Though, that wasn’t all too surprising. Bakugou had never been one to respond to texts unless he needed to, and when he did it was to the point. Still, Kirishima couldn’t help but worry over his friend.

His phone pinged. “Doors open”

There was something jarring about stepping through into the apartment. The outside world was filled with overlapping sounds, colors, and the motion of life being lived. The sudden silence that followed the door clicking shut was deafening. Everything just felt so… faded.

It was strange. Kirishima knew that aesthetically nothing had changed in the home, but the colors of the walls and furniture seemed dulled, almost grey. Part of that could be chalked up to the thin layer of dust that covered stuff that wasn’t used every day. His friend really wasn’t faring well if he was neglecting taking care of things he would normally be so on top of. Though, he couldn’t really blame him for it. Most of the decorative possessions belonged to his wife, and he couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to be reminded of someone that couldn’t even remember he existed.

Moving farther into the apartment he found Bakugou on his couch, hunched over with his head in his hands. Right where he usually ended up on his off days, though there was a single beer can on the coffee table. A vast improvement compared to the times he’d come in to find far more. However, Kirishima knew he still needed to tread carefully given the very raw, delicate subject matter.

“Hey, man,” he sat beside him. He didn't get a reply, though he wasn't expecting one. He was there to simply provide quiet support and comfort since he didn't think Bakugou should be alone on these days.

Bakugou had been given leave from heroing for a time after you had been hospitalized. When he couldn't stay away from work any longer, he was by your side on his off days, beating himself up for not being with you when you needed him.

Kirishima had tried to be with him when he could on those days, trying to keep him from spiraling. He even got their group from high school together to help keep his mind busy. It worked better down the line, when it was announced that you would be making a full recovery. It was after you woke that everything shot back to square one. In some cases, you waking had made things worse.

Bakugou had been no less than ecstatic to hear you were up and about, so much so that he hadn't processed what your doctor was trying to tell him.

Kirishima had been there. He had taken in what was being said. He watched helplessly when you expressed confusion, almost fear, when Bakugou went to embrace you after two weeks of you being unconscious. He witnessed realization dawning on his friend as you questioned who he was. You had no clue you were even a Hero. You had been concerned with how much of class you had missed, convinced you were still in high school. You had asked him several times if he was there about your internship, seeming to forget what was going on every few minutes or so.

To say Bakugou hadn't handled it well was an understatement. After his initial bewilderment wore off, he started rapid firing information on your life in hopes that something would jar your memory. He became increasingly desperate the longer you blankly stared at him. Kirishima had to drag him out before security was called.

The doctors had mentioned head trauma and a possibility of memory loss, but nothing too major due to that particular injury being relatively minor. It wasn't until tests were run did they find the damage was quirk related. They honestly couldn't say if it was just a case of amnesia or if something more permanent that they couldn't see had been done. They had said to be prepared for you not to improve.

Things had only gotten worse from there. Being a quirk related injury, they weren’t sure if there would be any side effects. Turns out, whatever nerves corresponded to your quirk started to deteriorate and they didn't know how to stop it. You were admitted to a care center for those with Alzheimer's shortly after.

Bakugou had poured himself into work after, looking for leads on the guy that had done this. He absolutely refused to do anything else, no matter how much his friends and colleagues tried to reason. Though, it was all for naught. Less than two weeks of relentless searching, he found the man responsible for your condition, dead from a drug overdose. And any hope of finding if his quirk was reversible was gone with him.

Bakugou hadn't been to his home during this. He claimed that there wasn't a point to being there since he had to catch your attacker. Which Kirishima felt was partially true, though he had a feeling Bakugou probably couldn't handle being alone in his apartment while you were in some assisted living.

He just didn't know the extent of how much he was hurting until he escorted him home for the first time in weeks. Bakugou had stood in the entrance for a moment, shoulders starting to shake and breathing becoming heavy. Kirishima caught him just as he dropped into a sobbing mess.

He had fallen into a routine since then. He pulled double shifts, often sleeping at the agency, even going out to bars when invited after hours, which he normally didn't do. Anything to keep himself busy. Though, even when in the company of friends it was clear that his mind was elsewhere more often than not.

His off days he spent with you, from when visiting hours started to when they ended. These days he'd sleep in his own bed after downing a few beers.

Him being around you so much seemed to help at first. There were times that you would act like his co-worker, before forgetting him entirely again. The cycle would circle back multiple times in one visit, but it never went beyond that. And it was killing him.

Kirishima had stopped by one day to find Bakugou in a drunken stupor, ranting that you had played out a conversation the two of you had, had years ago, four times that visit. He couldn't take it, so he cut his visit short. After that, Kirishima made sure his off days lined up with his. He'd be damned if he allowed his friend to plummet without doing what he could.

“Hm?” Kirishima glanced over. Bakugou had made some kind of sound that might have been words, but he wasn’t too sure. “You say something?” Another quiet, garbled noise. There were words in there, he just couldn’t make them out.

Bakugou raised his head, hands running along his face to cradle his chin. He stared straight ahead with glossy eyes. The longer Kirishima watched him, the more he started to realize that this was a different look then what he normally saw.

Grief and anger were usually etched into Bakugous’ features on these days, made more prominent with alcohol. However, this… this was different. His eyes were unfocused, but they were aware. He looked as though he had been crying, though not recently.

“She…” He took a shaky breath. “She knew me…”

If Bakugou were acting any other way, Kirishima would’ve taken this comment as a sign that Bakugou was slipping. Instead, he sat straight, giving his full attention. “Knew you, like… Not just a coworker?”

Bakugou huffed a strained laugh. “No. She recognized me…” His head fell, covering his eyes. “She started yelling like she was in pain. I don’t know what triggered it, but when she’d calmed down she…” He seemed to be trying to hold it together.

“Damnit!” His head shot up, falling back onto the couch. His eyes were clenched shut, just holding on to tears gathering in the corner. “She knew me! She fucking saw me! She said my name, for fucks sake!” His voice started to soften as the tears started to fall, his voice cracking.

“I had her back, Kirishima! I had her in my arms… And then,” he sniffled. “And then, she was gone again… Didn’t know who the fuck I was. Asked me if I was alright. Me! I’m just-I’m…”

Kirishima watched as Bakugou worked to get himself under control. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving a light squeeze. He was hesitant about saying anything. He just needed the right words.

“Bakugou… I know this is difficult for you, seeing her like this and everything… But, you can’t stop seeing her now.” Bakugou lifted his gaze to the redhead, looking very much confused. “This is tearing you apart, hell it’s tearing me apart to watch all this happen! But, you’ve gotta man up and see it through if she’s showing progress!”

Bakugou stared for a second. Blinked. His face contorted. “What the hell are you goin’ on about? Of course I’m gonna fucking see this through! What? Do you honestly think that I was gonna just stop seeing her?! Especially after today?! Me, of all people?! When the hell have you ever known me to fucking give up on anything! Of fucking course I’m going back! Hell, I’m thinking about taking time off again!” He whacked Kirishima with a paperback that had been left on the side table. “Dumbass!”

Kirishima rubbed at his head as he watched the blond storm into the kitchen, a soft smile spreading across his face. There was no doubt in his mind that Bakugou wouldn’t continue visiting you, he had simply wanted to keep the fact that you seemed to be doing better at the forefront. His friend had been suffering through this for too long to push that aside for wallowing in you forgetting again. That outburst had been more like the Bakugou that he knew and it spoke volumes on how he was taking this development. Hopefully, a little more time was all that was needed.

As he heard Bakugou grumble amidst the clanging of cookware, Kirishima couldn’t help but think it was all going to turn out alright.

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Forget Me Not: 1 (Bakugou/Reader)

Part 2

Part 3

Fall was in full swing. Your favorite time of year. The air was just cool enough to need a jacket, the perfect excuse for cuddling up in a fuzzy blanket.

You were outside admiring the sound the leaves made as they shook in the wind. It reminded you of rain… did you like rain? If you closed your eyes you could smell it. A quiet memory danced on the edge of your mind. You could just make out the figures running, jumping in puddles. The distant sound of laughter echoed all around. It was familiar, yet so very unknown. Who were these figures? Did you know them? You felt you did.

You jumped at a sudden voice trying to be soft. To which you scoffed. The woman behind you had never had a soft voice. It was grating, high pitched and nasally...

That's not nice. She helps you.

She looked rather out of place now that you got a good look at her. She was dolled up in some nurses uniform, which was just silly. Why was there a nurse here?

She works here.

This was your home. There was no need for a nurse. No one you knew of was in need of one. Why was she here really? A villain maybe? You couldn't remember the protocol for undercover villains. You'd have to read up in your notes. You did have a test coming up...

“Ma’am,” a nurse with a nasally voice caught your attention. Where had she come from? “Ma’am, you have a visitor, if you're feeling up to seeing him.”

“Visitor,” that didn't sound right. “Who’d come all the way to see me?”

The nurse smiled in that way one would smile at a lame puppy. “You'll know him when you see him. You always do.”

Your heart rate picked up, oddly enough. There wasn't any reason for it as you were just walking at a leisurely pace. You also wondered if you looked alright. Strange. Why did you care? Who would care?

A scowl with reddened cheeks flashed through your mind. You knew that person, you knew you did. He made your hands and chest warm…

A man came into view, standing idly on the patio. He was looking off, seeming far away in his own head. He noticed you as the nurse passed him, leaving the two of you alone. He looked you over with hard red eyes that held heavy bags. They softened ever so slightly when he caught your curious gaze. He was certainly handsome, clearly well built under that sweater, a small scar peeking out from the collar.

He fidgeted in his spot, turning his head away as a particularly strong gust blew, ruffling his blond undercut. You watched the spiked hair as it bounced in the wind. It looked natural. You reached forward, suddenly compelled to run your fingers through it.

It’s soft. He’ll close his eyes and lean in when you use your nails.

“The hell are you doing?”

You stopped. He hadn’t moved or spoken, but that was his voice, you knew it was. Deep and gruff. He turned back to you, surprised to find you wide-eyed, hand poised to touch him. He swallowed, taking a step closer to you. Hesitantly, as though afraid he’d frighten you if he was too quick, moved his hand up to yours. He took your hand so gently in his rough one, threading his fingers with yours. He was a little quicker with cupping his other hand over your entwined ones.

You glanced up to his face when he started rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand and was taken aback by his gaze. It was intense, flickering over your face in search for something. What was he looking for?

You should pull away. You didn’t know this man and he hadn’t said a word to you, yet he was acting so familiar with you. His grip was tightening little by little as his face turned pleading, almost angry. His eyes were becoming glossy.

You were so confused. Why was he crying? This man doesn’t cry. He shouldn’t cry. He was a force to be reckoned with! He didn’t have time to be weak! He’s said so, so many times, with that stupid scowl he always had.

He’s learned since then.

Your heart clenched painfully for this man. He was hurting, suffering from something. You reached up with your free hand, timidly touching his cheek. You wanted to comfort him but unsure if he was alright with it.

You nearly jumped when his eyes scrunched shut, turning toward your hand. He was breathing hard through his nose as his lips met your palm. He had pulled you a little closer.

You had never seen this face on him before. It was off-putting. Whatever had happened in the field must really be bothering him if he was allowing you to touch him so intimately.

“Hey, now,” you started, keeping your voice low. His head shot up, eyes frantic. He looked… hopeful.

You grinned uneasily. “What’s got you in such a tizzy, Bokugou? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

He didn’t respond. Not verbally. His jaw clenched, bringing his free hand to hold yours to his cheek again. He nuzzled into it, eyes tight.

“Hey… I can’t help unless you let me-” His grip was becoming painful. “Bakugou? Bakugou, hey, let up,” you were trying to pull back. He hiccuped. “Hey! You’re gonna break my hands! Let go!”

You stumbled back as you wrenched yourself away, putting a little distance between you. You were rattled to find him reaching for you. Tears were hanging to his eyelashes for dear life. He took a step forward. He seemed to snap out of whatever he was in when you took one back. He straightened, rubbing at his eyes, breathing heavy to get under control. He refused to look at you now, hands shoved into his pockets.

“... Are you…” You could’ve kicked yourself for even starting that question. Of course he wasn’t ‘alright.’  “If… What do-”

“Who am I to you?”

You jumped slightly. His voice may have been hoarse, but it had cut through the serene with the same firmness it had always held.

You hesitated. What kind of question was that? You shuffled through your brain, trying desperately to find why he might be acting this way, but came up blank. There hadn’t been any raids lately and he didn’t really do recon missions. Nothing but basic patrolling and garden variety villains for the past two weeks. He had even complained about how dead it had been. What was causing this?

“You-” you took a breath to ease your nerves. If anything happened you could incapacitate him long enough to get away, at least.

You don’t have that control anymore.

“You’re Bakugou Katsuki. My coworker.”

He heaved a breath. His voice was smaller. “That’s it?”

“Well… yeah? I transferred like, not even six months ago. And we haven’t really interacted outside of a handful of times… Bokugou, what’s going on?”

“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but shook his head and turned to go. “I’ll see ya.”

You moved to stop him. Whatever this was, was serious and he shouldn’t be dealing with it on his own. Regardless of how little you two knew of each other.

He knows you better than you know yourself…

A glint on his hand as he rubbed at his face gave you pause. That was a ring… That was a wedding ring.

The chain around your neck suddenly felt cold and far too heavy. You hadn’t thought about it before now. You pulled it out from under your shirt in a daze. There, hanging ever so innocently, was a ring. A wedding ring. Your wedding ring. The nurse helped you put it on the chain because you kept losing it. You’d fly into hysterics when you couldn’t find it. When you even remembered…

All at once you felt dizzy, catching yourself on a table as you frantically took everything in. Instead of the outdoor training area of your agency, it was a small courtyard with a high fence, meant to keep anyone from wandering too far. Keep any patients from wandering too far.

To keep you in.

You cried out as a phantom pain split your skull. You could smell the burning fires around you. Feel its heat as you ran. There had been a call. A high profile villain, you couldn’t remember the name or even what you had been ordered to do, but that wasn’t important. You needed to get out of the building before it collapsed. Easier said than done, given you were a few stories below ground.

There was a voice. Just barely there. Someone was trapped. You changed your trajectory, plowing through a wall that was already falling. There. One of the villains lackeys desperately trying to claw out from under a slab of wall.

You hauled the slab up, just enough for him to wiggle out. Dropping it you turned to get the two of you out when a searing hand gripped your face. A hazy smile, a ‘thanks’ echoing around you. A pressure built behind your eyes until you heard a crack from inside your head.

Just as quickly as it arrived, the memory was gone. Your head throbbed. You inhaled harshly like you had forgotten how to breathe. Someone had a hold of you. Was it him? The man you had helped? The man that had taken your mind from you?

You thrashed helplessly, begging to released. A knife sliced down your spine every time you tried in vain to activate your quirk. Nothing was happening. You knew nothing would ever happen.

Strong hands moved to hold your head steady. He was begging you to calm down… And you listened. The fight left as soon as you recognized his voice.

Bakugou Katsuki. Your coworker. Your husband.

You finally, finally, saw him, tears and snot running. He looked… older. How long had you been here? Or was it stress? Regardless of it all, he was still the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

He seemed to understand that you knew who he was, as he pulled you into a crushing embrace. You had lost the energy to stand, so you sank to the ground, and he followed. You wailed as you clung to him. You hadn’t realized until now, but you had missed him. It pained you to wonder how this had been for him.

How many times had he come here, only for you to remember him as a coworker? For you not to remember him at all? How much longer would he be able to stomach you not knowing him?

“Ka-Kas-ki,” you were hiccupping so bad you couldn’t get it out. He shushed you. You remembered him now and that was enough for him. You shook your head. You knew he hated lying.

“I-I’m s-sorry-y! I’m sor-ry! I’m sorry!” You took a breath, calming a little. You were warm and felt safe in his strong arms. Like nothing could touch you.

You were pulled back by large hands. They tenderly wiped your tears away. They were so careful. You looked up to the man before you, to those beautiful, watery red eyes. His small smile looked pained.

“Sir? Are you alright?”