bakuchrome

[bakuchrome]

bakugo x reader + daughter

Some people didn’t get it.

Didn’t understand how someone like you—bright, capable, full of ambition—could “settle” for the housewife life. As if it was some sort of failure. As if raising a kind, curious little girl and loving the hell out of your husband wasn’t enough.

But you never let it bother you. You just smiled, wiped baby food off your cheek, and went right back to humming through your day like a happy little sunflower.

Because you loved this life.

Waking up extra early while your boys—well, your man and your baby girl—still snored softly in the next room, the city just starting to stir beyond your apartment window. You moved with practiced ease, flipping eggs, cutting fruit, humming a lullaby. The pan sizzled. The kettle whistled. It was peace.

Then came your favorite part.

You tiptoed into the bedroom, the soft pink baby blanket clutched around your little girl, her tiny fists rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Time to wake up Dada,” you whispered with a giggle, gently bouncing her in your arms as she reached out.

She cooed, squirmed, then patted her dad’s face with her chubby hands. “Dadaaaa!”

Bakugo groaned dramatically, grabbing a pillow to smother his own face. “Five more minutes.”

“Nope,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss his temple. “Your girls want you up.”

He peeked out from under the pillow, messy blond hair sticking up in every direction, that tired little grin he only saved for you. “Fine,” he grumbled, reaching up to take his daughter from you. “Mornin’, princess.”

You watched them together—her babbling nonsense, him pretending to understand like it was the most important thing in the world—and your heart melted like butter on toast.

When it was time for him to leave for patrol, breakfast packed neatly in his pro-hero duffel, you and your daughter followed him to the door like clockwork.

“Alright, give Daddy a kiss,” you said, holding her up. She planted a wet, toothy one right on his nose.

Then it was your turn. He pulled you close, kissed you slow—like he didn’t have to go wrestle villains in five minutes—and whispered, “Love you.”

You beamed. “Be safe, Katsuki.”

Always was, when he knew he had you waiting at home.

And the second he stepped out the door, the little one in your arms wailed dramatically. “DAAADAAA!”

He turned with a snort and waved, making her squeal and clap.

After breakfast for the baby (some got on the bib, most in her hair), it was nap time. You tucked her into her soft, cloud-printed crib and tiptoed off to clean the house. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was yours. Your world.

The floor sparkled. The laundry hummed. And when your daughter’s soft little cry called from the nursery, you wiped your hands on your apron and scooped her up like sunshine.

“Wanna help make Daddy’s lunch?” you cooed.

She babbled an excited sound that sounded suspiciously like “yuhh!!”

You set her in the little booster seat beside the kitchen island and handed her a plastic spoon. She banged it happily against the counter while you packed rice, grilled salmon, veggies—he liked things neat, simple, healthy.

A little note tucked inside, too. “You’re doing great, babe. We love you.” With a crayon scribble from the baby. (Okay, you helped her draw the heart.)

When it was time to bring his lunch to the Hero Agency, you didn’t mind the cameras. The public knew who you were.

Bakugo’s high school sweetheart. His wife. The one person who could scold him, hug him, and steal his hoodies without getting blasted.

But more than that, you were just kind. Always smiling. Always waving. Always holding your baby girl like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“Mrs. Bakugo!” one of the paparazzi called, snapping pictures as you passed through the Agency courtyard. “You always look so radiant. Mind if we ask—who do you admire the most?”

You paused, baby on your hip, about to answer, when your daughter chirped loudly, “DADA!!”

The reporters melted.

You laughed, brushing hair from her face. “Guess that answers your question.”

They chuckled and thanked you, keeping their distance. Because Bakugo had made it very clear: if you ever said not today, they’d better be gone before he blinked. He didn’t play games when it came to his wife or his daughter.

You found him near the Agency fountain, leaning on a bench, his scowl melting the moment he saw you both.

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, offering the lunch box.

He took it with one hand, pulling you in with the other for a kiss. “You girls doin’ alright?”

“Better now,” you said.

Your daughter squealed when he kissed her forehead, then toddled off toward the water fountain, clapping at the little streams that shot up and sparkled in the sun.

You sat on the edge beside her, guiding her hand gently through the mist while Katsuki ate, watching with a look on his face that could only be described as devotion.

He wasn’t the best with words. Never had been.

But you didn’t need them.

Because the way he looked at you—as if he still couldn’t believe he got this life, this family, this peace—told you everything you needed to know.

And if this was “settling,” you’d do it a thousand times over.

[bakuchrome]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Your sister just walked through the front door. You’re still wrapped around the guy she’s dating.

You were both still, breath caught between confession and catastrophe. His hands trembled on your hips. Yours clutched the hem of his shirt like a lifeline.

You didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

Downstairs, the door clicked shut.

“Katsuki?” your sister called out, her voice floating lazily up the stairs. “You here?”

Bakugo stiffened.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “Fuck.”

You slid off the desk in a panic, quickly tugging down your shirt. Your lips felt swollen. You could still taste him. Still feel the burn of his fingers across your skin.

You hated how much you didn’t regret it.

Bakugo looked wrecked— like he didn’t know whether to punch the wall or drop to his knees. His chest rose and fell in quick, sharp bursts, eyes wild and flicking between the door and you.

You took a step back, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “What the hell do we do?”

“She can’t see us like this.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Go downstairs. Act normal.”

You blinked at him, incredulous. “Act normal?”

“She can’t fucking know.”

Of course she couldn’t. You didn’t need him to tell you that. The shame crawling under your skin was doing a good enough job.

He hesitated before walking over and brushing a hand across your jaw, his thumb grazing your lip. A soft, almost painful look overtook his face.

“This wasn’t just some heat-of-the-moment shit,” he murmured. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, weakly.

And then he left the room, his footsteps quiet but hurried as he went to greet your sister.

You stood there for a long time, fists clenched, trying not to cry.

Downstairs, the fake was perfect.

“There you are,” your sister said cheerfully, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. “What’re you doing here so late?”

Bakugo shrugged, sitting stiffly on the couch. “Needed to talk to you. But you were out.”

She laughed, plopping beside him. “Sorry. I ran to that café I like with Mari. Forgot to text. What’s up?”

Bakugo hesitated. “I—I forgot,” he lied. “It was dumb.”

He couldn’t stop glancing toward the stairs. Couldn't stop thinking about what he'd just done. What he wanted to keep doing.

He didn’t hear most of what your sister said after that. Numbness crept in like a drug, dulling her voice, making him want to scream.

And then you came down.

Hair slightly messy. Lip gloss faded. Wearing the same shorts that had driven him half mad upstairs.

You didn’t look at him. You walked straight past both of them to the kitchen, got a glass of water, and disappeared again.

He almost followed you.

He almost said fuck it all.

You thought it would get easier with distance. But the next few days were unbearable. Every time your sister texted you about how sweet Bakugo was being, you wanted to throw up.

And Bakugo?

He was everywhere.

In your kitchen, leaning against the fridge like he hadn’t kissed you breathless.

In your hallway, brushing past you with his eyes too soft, too full of guilt and want.

He couldn’t stand your sister’s touch anymore. He flinched when she kissed him. Made excuses to leave early. All his energy went into not looking at you too long.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not when the damage was already done.

It finally snapped again a week later.

You were in the backyard, headphones in, sitting on the patio lounge chair with a notebook on your lap. Your tank top was loose, sliding slightly off your shoulder, and your thighs were bare in those same damn shorts.

Bakugo stepped outside without thinking.

You looked up— and he knew he was fucked all over again.

You pulled your earbuds out slowly. “She’s not home,” you said coolly. “If that’s why you’re here.”

He didn’t answer.

He walked toward you like a man possessed.

“Don’t,” you said suddenly, your voice catching. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to ruin my fucking life again.”

Bakugo stared at you. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, like you could force the ache away. “This is wrong.”

“I know.”

“She’s my sister, Katsuki.”

“I know,” he said louder, frustrated, stepping closer. “I know I’m a shitty fucking person, alright? I know I don’t deserve you. I know this is fucked up.”

His voice cracked.

“But I also know I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

Your breath hitched.

He sank to his knees in front of you, resting his head against your bare thigh, like he was praying.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You stared at him.

“You can’t say shit like that.”

“I mean it.”

He looked up—and your hands reached for him before your heart could catch up. You ran your fingers through his hair, jaw tight.

“You make me feel like I’m insane.”

He leaned up, kissing your wrist.

“Then let’s be insane together.”

It was reckless. It was selfish. But you pulled him inside.

Clothes came off like confessions. Every kiss was a betrayal. Every gasp a sin.

He had you pinned against your bedroom door before you could speak. His mouth was on your neck, sucking bruises into your skin like a brand.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered as his hands roamed lower. “You know that?”

Your fingers tugged his belt open. “Good.”

He grunted, pressing you hard against the wood, one knee between your thighs. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say you want me.”

You grabbed his face, dragging his lips to yours. “I want you.”

And that was it.

He was rough— needy. Like he was trying to make up for every second he’d wasted not being inside you. His mouth was on your chest, teeth grazing your nipple, his fingers sliding under your waistband.

You gasped, clutching his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already.”

“You did that,” you snapped breathlessly.

He smirked— dark and unhinged.

You barely made it to the bed. He laid you out like a feast, eyes trailing over every inch of you like you were something sacred.

And then he dropped to his knees again—this time for a different reason.

You bit down on your fist when his tongue found your clit. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even come up for air. Just gripped your thighs and devoured you like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance.

“F-Fuck—Katsuki—”

He growled against you at the sound of his name. Pulled you closer. Didn’t let up until you were shaking, moaning, coming on his mouth.

And when he finally kissed you again, you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Need to feel you.”

You nodded, already breathless.

He slid inside you in one slow thrust, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. You clung to him, nails digging into his back, and he groaned against your shoulder.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t hard. It was intimate. Deep, aching strokes that made your chest tighten with something dangerous.

He kissed you between every thrust.

Your jaw. Your shoulder. Your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he kept murmuring. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You didn’t know if he meant for this, or for her.

But you kissed him back anyway.

The front door opened.

You both froze.

“Hey!” your sister called out. “I’m home!”

Bakugo went pale. You practically threw him off you, scrambling for your clothes.

“Shit—fuck, fuck—” you hissed, yanking on a hoodie, wiping your mouth.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, already pulling his shirt over his head.

You could hear her footsteps.

“Bathroom,” you whispered urgently. “Now.”

He didn’t argue.

You barely managed to fling your bedroom door open and pretend like you’d just been chilling when your sister’s voice rang out behind you.

“There you are!” she beamed. “I thought you were upstairs with your study friend again.”

You tried to smile. “Nah. Just me.”

She glanced around. “Katsuki’s car’s outside.”

You blinked. “Is it?”

“Yeah. Weird. I’ll call him.”

From the bathroom, Bakugo’s phone buzzed.

You smiled tightly. “Maybe he went for a walk.”

She shrugged and walked off.

You didn’t breathe for a full minute.

When Bakugo stepped back out, eyes wide and jaw tense, you looked at him.

This was getting too dangerous.

One more second. One more slip.

And everything would fall apart.

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☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

I loved awakening 🙇‍♀️

thank you, kind person

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 ✭ 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

“There’s nothing more dangerous than seeing a monster and recognizing something familiar in his eyes.”

You were assigned to monitor Sukuna after his resurrection into a temporary physical form.

Not host-bound. Not fully free. Just… borrowed time, tightly leashed with ancient seals and Jujutsu Kaisen’s highest security clearance.

He was supposed to be a ticking bomb.

A threat dressed in crimson and smirking malice.

And that’s exactly how you treated him for the first few months.

"I'm not here to entertain you," you snapped once, after he'd tried to flirt just to see you squirm.

"You're not entertaining," he replied smoothly. "But I enjoy watching you try so hard not to look at me."

You hated that he noticed.

You hated that you noticed— the slow, dangerous way he moved, the unnerving calm in his gaze, the cruel wit that only seemed to sharpen the longer he existed in silence.

You’d been trained to hate him. And for a long time, you did.

Until you didn't.

✭✭✭

There was a mission. One they shouldn't have let him attend.

You were the failsafe, the observer, the leash if things went wrong.

A cursed spirit lashed out at a child. And for a split second, you weren’t fast enough.

Sukuna was.

The aftermath was messy. The other sorcerers assumed he protected the child to preserve his freedom, that he was calculating.

But you’d seen his face.

You saw the flicker of anger— not at the spirit, but at himself. Like the idea of a helpless creature being slaughtered under his watch insulted him.

"I didn't do it for you," he said later, when you confronted him. "I know," you whispered. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

You didn’t have an answer.

✭✭✭

It wasn't in the moments he talked— it was in the ones he didn’t.

When you caught him sitting quietly with an old scroll, reading something you knew was written in the time he lived. When you watched his eyes track the stars at night like he remembered them differently than they are now. When you found him kneeling beside a dying cursed animal, watching it pass with something close to reverence.

He didn’t speak often anymore. And when he did, it wasn’t always cruel.

"You act like I’m incapable of love,” he said one night, out of nowhere. You stared at him. “Aren’t you?” His voice was quiet. “I forget. Sometimes. But then you show up.”

You didn't sleep that night.

✭✭✭

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

You weren’t supposed to care.

You weren’t supposed to ache when he was dragged back from a mission with injuries, blood-soaked and laughing.

You weren’t supposed to look at his cracked lips and imagine what they’d taste like. Or how he’d sound saying your name without venom behind it.

It started to feel like drowning.

You began avoiding his eyes. His voice. The way he sometimes looked at you like he could see right through your walls and was… patiently waiting for them to fall.

You hated it.

Because you couldn’t see a way where it worked. He was Sukuna—the King of Curses. And you were a weapon trained to end his kind.

"I don't want this," you whispered one night, tears thick in your throat. "I don’t want to feel like this for you." He said nothing at first. Just watched you break in front of him. "Then why do you?" he asked softly.

You didn’t answer.

✭✭✭

It was a quiet afternoon.

No blood. No mission. No tension.

You sat beside him in the garden, reading.

He didn’t speak. Just watched you. Your hair falling over your shoulder, your lips mouthing the words of your book.

You looked up— and he wasn’t wearing his usual smirk.

He was just watching. Like you were a memory he didn’t want to forget.

“What?” you asked. “You’re beautiful when you’re calm,” he said. Your heart slammed in your chest. “I’m never calm around you.” “You’re always calm around me,” he said gently. “You just fight it.”

You kissed him that night.

It was hesitant. A question. A promise. A thousand what-ifs in one breathless moment.

He didn’t devour you like you expected.

He kissed you back like he’d been waiting for years.

✭✭✭

Even in the warmth of his touch, even in the quiet nights when he held you like something precious— there was always the lingering ache.

How does this end?

What kind of future is there for a girl and a curse?

You couldn’t picture it. You didn’t want to.

But he could.

One night, he curled a clawed hand around your wrist and murmured, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, almost against your will.

“Then let me make you mine properly.”

✭✭✭

They tried to separate you.

Tried to execute him, seal him, erase the bond between human and curse.

You stood in front of him when they came for him.

Tears streaming. Heart aching.

“You don’t know what he is,” you said. “No,” Sukuna said, stepping behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “they don’t know what you are to me.”

The choice was cruel. Walk away from your career. Your title. Everything you built.

Or leave him behind.

So you ran.

Together.

You live far away now. In a quiet place. A secret home wrapped in wards older than any curse.

He still jokes. Still growls. Still calls you "brat" when you're mad and "lover" when you're not.

But he never threatens. Never hurts you. Never lets go.

Sometimes you still wonder if it can work.

But then he reaches for you in the night, whispers your name like it’s sacred, and all that fear fades.

He was never meant to be loved.

But he is.

By you.

And for the first time in his eternal life, he loves back.

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☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

Before I go, I love you ☆ Katsuki Bakugou

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

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The letter was never meant to reach him. At least, not while you were still in Musutafu.

It was supposed to be your final indulgence— something selfish, something bittersweet. A love letter that wasn’t quite a confession, but not quite a goodbye either. You’d carefully folded the paper, sealed it in an unmarked envelope, and carried it to the one person you knew would deliver it without question.

Bakugo Mitsuki.

She had raised him, after all. She had always known him better than anyone else. But you never anticipated that she would take one look at the letter, arch an eyebrow, and smirk before handing it off to her son the same day.

And now, standing in front of your nearly empty apartment, duffle bag slung over your shoulder, you found yourself staring at the one person you thought you wouldn’t have to face today.

“Katsuki?” The disbelief in your voice was palpable. He was breathing hard, like he had run all over Musutafu, like he had torn through every street just to find you. And maybe he had.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was rough, a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to hurt. He lifted the crumpled letter in his fist. Your letter.

Your stomach twisted. “How did you—”

“My mom,” he spat. “Gave it to me as soon as i got home. Thought it was hilarious. Thought I’d wanna read whatever you were too much of a coward to say to my face.”

You swallowed hard. “You weren’t supposed to read it yet.”

Bakugo let out a short, sharp laugh. “Yeah? When was I supposed to read it? After you were already gone? After you were seven hundred and twenty-four kilometers away?”

Your heart lurched. He knew the exact distance. He had looked it up.

His crimson eyes locked onto yours, wild and searching. “You think I wouldn’t recognize your words? That I wouldn’t know it was you? ‘I wish things were different. I wish I was braver. I wish you could see me the way I see you.’” His voice dropped to something almost vulnerable. “You really thought I wouldn’t know?”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. “Katsuki, I—”

“Was this supposed to be a love letter?” he demanded, stepping closer. “’Cause it sure as hell reads like a goodbye.”

You dropped your gaze, shame coiling in your chest. It had been easier to write it down. To let the ink bleed with everything you had never been able to say aloud. You had told yourself it was the best way. That it wouldn’t hurt as much this way.

But Bakugo had never been the kind of person to let things go unanswered.

His voice softened, just barely. “Were you really gonna leave without telling me?”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes. “I thought it would be easier.”

“For who?” His tone was sharp, but there was something else in it—something raw. “Not for me. Not when you’re acting like I don’t— like this doesn’t—” He exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

Silence stretched between you. The weight of everything left unsaid hung in the air.

Then, finally, he spoke again. “I can’t let you leave without knowing.”

Your breath caught.

“I’m in love with you.” His voice was steady, unwavering. “And I don’t give a damn if you’re moving seven hundred kilometers away— I’ll find a way to make this work. I’ll call, I’ll visit, I’ll do whatever it takes. But you don’t get to drop this on me and disappear. You don’t get to leave me without knowing that you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted like this.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. You had spent so long convincing yourself that this was impossible. That Katsuki Bakugo, with his fierce ambitions and relentless drive, could never feel the same way. But here he was, standing in front of you, telling you everything you had always dreamed of hearing.

A shaky laugh bubbled from your lips. “You really researched the exact distance?”

Bakugo scowled. “’Course I did. You think I wouldn’t figure out how far I’d have to go to see you?”

A warmth spread through your chest, bittersweet and overwhelming. “I love you too.” The words felt so light, so free. “I always have.”

His shoulders sagged, relief flickering across his face before he grabbed your wrist and tugged you into his arms. The hug was fierce, unrelenting, like he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear.

You buried your face against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him. “We’ll make it work,” you whispered.

Bakugo pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours. “Damn right we will.”

And for the first time, distance didn’t seem so impossible.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

Sweetest Temptation ☆ Katsuki Bakugou

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

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Bakugo had always prided himself on being a loyal guy. He wasn’t the type to stray, wasn’t the kind to entertain thoughts of anyone other than the person he was with. But somehow, he’d ended up in the worst possible scenario: falling for the younger sister of his own girlfriend. And the worst part? He hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

You were everything he wanted— sharp-witted, effortlessly alluring, and completely unattainable. It was just bad luck. That’s what he told himself when he lay awake at night, frustrated beyond belief, replaying stolen moments with you over and over again. If he’d met you first, things would’ve been different. But he hadn’t. And now he was stuck in this impossible situation, trying to be a good man while his thoughts betrayed him.

Tonight, he was supposed to be here for your sister. He needed to talk to her about something important, something he barely remembered now because the second he walked through the door, his attention was drawn to you— and the guy sitting way too close to you on the couch.

Your laughter rang through the room like a taunt, like a challenge. Bakugo clenched his jaw, his entire body stiffening as he took in the sight of you leaning into some random asshole, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. You looked good— too good. Dressed in some skimpy little thing that made his fists clench in frustration. His girlfriend’s little sister shouldn’t look that good. He shouldn’t care. But he did.

He swallowed down the bitterness crawling up his throat and forced himself to sit in the living room, waiting for your sister to come home. But his patience ran thin when he saw the way the guy touched you— his fingers grazing your wrist, a cocky grin tugging at his lips like he thought he had a fucking chance.

And then, just as Bakugo was about to explode, you stood up, your fingers curling around the guy’s wrist as you led him toward the stairs.

Something inside him snapped.

Bakugo was on his feet before he could stop himself, moving with a sharp, predatory energy as he followed you up the stairs. The door was barely shut when he barged in, eyes blazing with fury. You and the guy barely had time to react before he was grabbing the asshole by the collar and dragging him toward the door.

“Get the fuck out,” Bakugo snarled, shoving the guy back into the hallway.

“What the hell, man?” the guy sputtered, glancing at you as if you’d do something about it.

You just stood there, lips parted in shock, watching the way Bakugo’s chest rose and fell with heavy, angry breaths. You knew he was jealous. You knew it the second he laid eyes on you tonight. And maybe, just maybe, you had done it on purpose.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Bakugo growled. “Get out.”

The guy left without another word, slamming the door behind him, and then it was just the two of you.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Bakugo took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. “Oh yeah? And what the fuck does that make you, huh? Flirting with that loser just to piss me off?”

You smirked, a dangerous glint in your eyes. “Is it working?”

He was on you in an instant, his hand gripping your chin as he tilted your head up, his breath hot against your lips. “You have no idea how bad I want you,” he admitted, voice rough with restraint.

And then he kissed you.

It was a clash of desperation and hunger, a long-repressed desire finally breaking free. His hands were rough as they roamed your body, gripping, claiming, like he was trying to make up for all the lost time. You gasped into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as he pressed you back against the bed.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, even as you arched into him.

“I don’t give a shit,” he growled, lips trailing down your neck, hands sliding under your shirt. “You think I can just sit back and watch some other guy touch you? Fuck that.”

The moment was electric, teetering on the edge of something irreversible when—

The front door opened.

Your sister’s voice rang through the house, casual, oblivious. “I’m home!”

Bakugo froze above you, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with lust. You stared up at him, lips swollen, heart pounding. Reality crashed over both of you like a cold wave.

What the hell had you just done?

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/ask 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

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Monoma thought you were perfect. He paraded you around like a trophy, always so smug about having you by his side. He kissed you in public, held your hand like he owned you, and told everyone how lucky he was. But he never really saw you, never noticed the way your eyes strayed— never realized that while he was gloating, you were tangled up in Bakugo’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, moaning his name in the dark.

And monoma didn’t know.

Didn’t know that while he was off bragging, you were pinned against the cold tile of your shower, steam rising as Bakugo’s lips dragged across your neck, sharp teeth scraping against sensitive skin. His hands were rough, firm as they roamed your body, leaving trails of heat and desperation in their wake.

“Fuck, you’re so much better when you’re not with that dumbass,” Bakugo growled against your ear, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer.

You gasped, hands clawing at his broad shoulders as he pressed you into the wall, water cascading down your bodies. “Katsuki—”

His name was a breathless whisper on your lips, a name you could never say outside these stolen moments.

He smirked, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear before biting down. “That’s right. Say my name. Not his.”

You tangled your fingers in his soaked hair, yanking him into a desperate kiss. His lips were rough, demanding, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth. He kissed like he fought— wild, unforgiving, like he needed to conquer you, mark you, make you his.

And you let him.

Because the moment you were with him, Monoma didn’t exist. There was no boyfriend, no relationship— just you and Bakugo, tangled in sheets, pressed against walls, hidden away in places where no one could see.

Where monoma wouldn’t know.

Where he wouldn’t know that earlier, during movie night, while he was sitting right next to you, Bakugo’s hand was between your thighs, fingers teasing under the blanket as you struggled to keep a straight face.

That he didn’t know how Bakugo had you bent over his desk after class, hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans while he ruined you.

Didn’t know that when you went to the bathroom at parties, it wasn’t because you were fixing your makeup— it was because Bakugo had dragged you into a dark corner, hand slipping under your dress, teeth sinking into your shoulder to keep from growling out just how much he loved fucking you.

“monoma doesn’t know,” Bakugo muttered against your skin, voice thick with amusement as he pulled you closer. His fingers traced circles against your hip, teasing, possessive. “But I bet he fuckin’ suspects.”

You shivered, eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand lower. “Then maybe you should stop touching me in public.”

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Nah. I like seein’ how fuckin’ guilty you look when you sit next to him after I’ve been inside you.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers found their way between your thighs, teasing, knowing exactly how to unravel you. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, kissing down your throat, sucking a fresh bruise into your skin. “And yet you keep comin’ back to me.”

You did. Again and again. Because Monoma didn’t make you feel like this— didn’t know what you liked, didn’t know how to break you down and put you back together with just his hands, his mouth, his voice.

And monoma still didn’t know.

Didn’t know that while he was sleeping soundly in his bed, you were gasping Bakugo’s name into his pillow.

Didn’t know that when he kissed you goodbye, your lips were still swollen from Bakugo’s mouth on yours.

Didn’t know that you weren’t his.

Not really.

Not anymore.

And maybe, just maybe, you never were.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☆ 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

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The first time you felt his presence, it was like a ripple in the universe itself. A shiver crawled up your spine, the air crackling with something ancient and unfathomable. It wasn’t fear— not entirely— but an overwhelming awareness that something otherworldly had found you.

You weren’t supposed to be here, in the ruins of an ancient temple, standing where curses had been sealed away for centuries. The whispers of old warned against stepping into sacred places, yet the pull was undeniable. Your fingers hovered over the weathered stone, tracing the faded engravings of a name no one dared to speak aloud.

Ryomen Sukuna.

The instant you whispered it, the ground beneath you trembled. Shadows twisted, bleeding from the cracks like ink spilled across the world. And then— he appeared.

A monstrous king, carved from the nightmares of humanity. His eyes, burning embers, locked onto you, pinning you in place. The twin mouths along his body curled into wicked smirks, sharp canines glinting in the dim light. He towered over you, every inch of him radiating raw power, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating.

“Well, well,” Sukuna mused, his voice like silk laced with venom. “What a curious little thing you are.”

Your breath hitched. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but something deeper— something primal— held you still. His gaze roamed over you, studying, devouring.

“You called me,” he continued, taking a slow step forward. The air between you crackled, his energy pressing into you, suffocating yet thrilling. “Tell me, human, did you summon me out of ignorance? Or…” His clawed fingers traced the curve of your jaw, his touch dangerously light. “…were you longing for something you don’t yet understand?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. His voice coiled around you, seeping into your skin, into your bones. He was unlike anything you’d ever encountered—beautiful and terrifying, celestial and monstrous.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips a breath away from yours. “This connection. This pull.”

You swallowed hard, unable to deny it. It was as if something inside you recognized him, like you had known him across lifetimes, across worlds. The thought sent a shudder through you, and Sukuna smirked.

“So fragile,” he mused, his fingers sliding down your neck, pressing lightly at your pulse. “Yet, your body sings for me. Do you know what that means, little one?”

You barely managed to shake your head.

“It means you were meant for me.” His mouth brushed over your ear, fangs grazing your skin, sending a shiver through you. “A star-crossed fate. A human tethered to a god.”

Your body burned under his touch, caught between fear and an aching, dangerous desire. His other arms moved, trapping you against the cold stone, his breath hot against your throat.

“Tell me,” he whispered, voice dark and full of promise. “Do you want to run?”

You should. You knew you should. But your fingers curled against his chest instead, your voice barely a whisper.

“No.”

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed, hunger flickering in their depths. “Good.”

His lips crashed against yours, consuming, claiming. His hands roamed, exploring, owning. Every touch sent jolts of heat through you, igniting something deep, something feral. He was unlike anything human— his strength overwhelming, his need insatiable.

And as the temple walls trembled around you, you realized one thing with absolute certainty.

You had been marked.

Claimed.

And you would never belong to anyone else again.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

Momo Yaoyorozu × reader

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➥ 𝟏𝟑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Momo,

You were my first heartbreak. And you never even knew it.

I still remember the way you looked at me that night at the party. The way your lips tasted like something sweet and forbidden. The way your hands were warm when mine had always been so cold.

I think you kissed me because, for a second, you might have felt something too. Or maybe you just wanted to prove a point— to yourself, to me, to the past. But when I didn’t kiss you back, when I froze instead of falling, I remember the way your voice cracked when you yelled at me. How your anger sounded like disappointment. How I wanted to tell you that it wasn’t you— it was me. That I wanted to kiss you back, that I wanted to be something good for you, that I wanted everything you had to give.

But I was already gone, wasn’t I?

And I think, deep down, you knew that too."

Momo traced the ink, silent tears slipping down her face, her breath catching in her throat.

"I knew," she whispered. "I just didn’t know how to fix it."

But now, there was nothing left to fix.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➥ 𝟏𝟑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Tamaki,

You always saw yourself as a shadow. But to me, you were sunlight breaking through storm clouds. You were the quiet comfort in a world that never stopped screaming. When everything was too much, you were the only thing that wasn’t.

I know you never believed me when I said those things. You always shook your head, hid behind your hair, mumbled something about how I was wrong. But I wasn’t, Tamaki. I just wish you had seen yourself the way I did, even if just once.

Maybe then, this wouldn’t hurt so much."

Tamaki held the letter to his chest, his breathing uneven, eyes squeezed shut as if that might keep the tears from slipping free.

"I wish you were here to remind me again."

But the only voice left was his own.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Master List ➥ 13 reasons list

"Izuku,

You always wanted to save me. I think that’s why I loved you. You looked at me like I was something worth saving, even when I wasn’t. But the truth is, I didn’t need a hero— I just needed you. And you were never just ‘enough,’ Izuku. You were everything.

I think, in another life, we could’ve been happy. Maybe we would’ve held hands in the sunlight instead of the dark. Maybe I would’ve let you pull me out of the abyss instead of letting it swallow me whole. Maybe I would’ve believed you when you told me I wasn’t broken beyond repair.

But this isn’t another life. And I was already too far gone before I even met you.

I’m sorry that wasn’t enough to make me stay."

Izuku’s tears smudged the ink, but he didn’t care. His hands trembled as he clutched the letter, eyes scanning over the words again and again, as if reading them enough times might somehow change their meaning.

"You were worth saving," he whispered. "You always were."

But he had been too late.

And now, there was no one left to hear him.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➥ 𝟏𝟑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Katsuki,

You always thought you had to be strong. That vulnerability was a weakness, that love was something to be proved instead of something to be felt. But I knew better. I saw the way you stayed, even when I pushed. I saw the way your hands curled into fists when I wavered, like you wanted to hold on but didn’t know how.

You loved me in silence. I wish I had told you it was okay to be loud about it.

But maybe, deep down, I already knew the answer. Maybe if you had said it, I wouldn’t have been able to leave."

The letter slipped from his fingers, landing soundlessly on the floor.

"You bastard," he whispered, voice raw. "You should’ve stayed. I would’ve told you. I would’ve told you every damn day."

But now, it was too late.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Master List ➥ 13 reasons list

"Mina,

You were the light in every dark place I found myself in. You danced when the world was crumbling, and somehow, you made it look easy. You never let the weight of anything settle on your shoulders for too long. I envied that about you.

You made me laugh when I wanted to cry. You spun me in your arms when I didn’t think I could stand. You made me feel like maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t so unbearable after all.

But in the end, I guess I wasn’t as strong as you thought I was. I wasn’t as strong as you.

I hope you never stop dancing. I hope you never stop laughing. And I hope, if you ever think of me, it’s not with sadness, but with the kind of joy you brought into my life, even if it was fleeting."

Mina’s body shook as she clutched the letter, silent sobs wracking her frame.

"If I had known," she choked out. "If I had known, I would’ve danced with you forever."

But forever had never been an option.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Master List ➥ 13 reasons list

"Shoto,

You were always so careful with me. So patient, so quiet. You touched me like I was something fragile, like you were afraid of breaking me. But what you didn’t understand was that I was already broken. I didn’t need soft hands— I needed something to hold onto.

I wish I had told you that sooner. Maybe then, I wouldn’t have let go.

I think about the way you used to look at me sometimes. Like I was something warm, something safe. I liked that look on you. I liked knowing I made you feel that way. I hope— wherever you are, whoever you find yourself with— you let yourself have that again. Even if it’s not with me."

Shoto pressed the letter to his lips, exhaling slowly, as if breathing in your words could bring you back.

"You were never broken to me," he whispered. "Not once."

But it didn’t matter what he thought. You were gone.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 (𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢) × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Master List ➥ 13 reasons list

"Touya,

You always liked to pretend you didn’t care. You scoffed at the idea of love, of attachments, of anything tying you down. But the funny thing is, you never pushed me away.

Not really.

I think we both knew what we were doing was dangerous. You were fire and ruin, and I was reckless enough to want to hold you anyway. And you let me. Even when you knew you shouldn’t. Even when it would only end in ashes.

I don’t blame you for not saying it back. I never needed to hear the words. But, still, sometimes I wonder—if I had stayed just a little longer, would you have let yourself believe that you were worth loving?"

His fingers curled around the letter, the paper threatening to ignite under his trembling hands.

"You always were an idiot," he muttered, voice rough. "You never had to wait. I already did."

And maybe, if he had said it back then, you’d still be here.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝- 𝟏𝟑 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬—𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

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Includes⤵

𝟏. 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 (𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢)

𝟐. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 (𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢)

𝟑. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝟒. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨

𝟓. 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

𝟔. 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝟕. 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢

𝟖. 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐮

𝟗. 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝟏𝟎. 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮

𝟏𝟏. 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

𝟏𝟐. 𝐅𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝟏𝟑. 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

▶︎˖𓍢 ✧˚.🎀

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 (𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥@𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

Master List ➥ 13 reasons list

"Keigo,

You always told me birds don’t cry. That no matter what, you had to keep flying. That even if you lost your wings, you’d still have to move forward, because stopping wasn’t an option for people like you. I never argued, even when I wanted to. Even when I saw through that perfect, careless smile and caught glimpses of the exhaustion, the loneliness, the weight you refused to show anyone else.

I wanted to be the place you could land. I wanted you to know that even if your wings broke, I would’ve caught you. But I don’t think you ever truly believed me.

And now, here we are. I fell first. And I guess, in the end, you were right— birds don’t cry. But I wonder… when you think of me now, do your wings still feel as light?"

The paper trembled in his hands, knuckles white as he fought to control the shudder in his breath.

"You idiot," he whispered. His voice cracked, and he laughed bitterly. "You had it all wrong. I would’ve fallen for you first, if you’d let me."

But it was too late for that. Too late for anything.

☆𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭☆ ➥ @𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!

[bakuchrome]

𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤— 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

Katsuki Bakugo × reader

Sypnosis: One night changes everything, and now you and Bakugo both know— there’s no going back to just being friends

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You weren’t supposed to end up here.

Not like this.

Not tangled in his sheets, skin still burning from his touch, the weight of what just happened pressing into your chest heavier than the blanket draped over your bodies.

Katsuki is quiet beside you, one arm thrown over his forehead, the other resting against your bare waist, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles. His breath is still uneven, lips kiss-swollen, his body radiating warmth that you should pull away from but don’t.

Because pulling away would mean acknowledging it.

Acknowledging that you just ruined everything.

Because you and Bakugo were never supposed to be this.

You were supposed to be friends. Best friends. The kind of friends who could throw punches at each other, scream over dumb shit, crash on the same couch without a second thought.

You were supposed to be the one person in his life who didn’t complicate things, the one who never made him think too hard about what he wanted, what he felt.

But then, last night happened.

It started with an argument. Maybe over something stupid, maybe over something that had been building for years. But it ended with his mouth on yours, with hands desperate, with the kind of kiss that didn’t feel like a mistake until it was already too late to stop.

And now, here you are.

Lying in his bed, naked and aching, knowing that there’s no coming back from this.

“…You’re thinking too much,” Bakugo mutters, his voice rough from sleep.

You don’t answer.

His fingers tighten against your waist. “I mean it. Don’t start acting weird on me now.”

You force out a laugh, but it feels hollow. “I think we crossed that line a few hours ago.”

Bakugo sighs, shifting onto his side so he can look at you. His eyes are unreadable in the dim light, but you can feel the weight of them, feel the way he’s searching for something in your expression that you don’t know how to give.

“What happens now?” you whisper, even though you already know the answer.

He stares at you for a long moment. Then, he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that feels out of place coming from him.

“You tell me,” he says.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

Because no matter how much you want to, you can’t say you’ll go back to being just friends.

Not after this.

Not after him.

Not when you already know— you never stood a chance at walking away from him in the first place.

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