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bakugou doesn’t like you. not only had you two gotten off on the wrong foot (‘watch where you’re going, extra!’, ‘you blind, asshole?’) you’re also aggressive. he knows how hypocritical he’s being, but you’re a different kind of aggressive. you’re the type to smile and make him squint, you’ll laugh in the common room and burn him. you don’t just go head to head, toe to toe with him, you’ll match him punch by punch and kick with kick— it hurts just to exist in your presence.

but you’re everywhere, your company is unavoidable and inevitable at some point of the day— in the gym at dawn, next to his desk in school through the window, three tables reflected behind him during lunch, and the dorm next door after hours; your traces are blinding, and inescapable too, the warmth that trails after you, the scent that is particularly suffocating when he uses the bathroom after you, residues of your belongings will scatter the places he hangs around, he knows your headphones are littered with stickers and your notebooks are from muji, he can’t get away from you even when he tries.

and oh believe him, he’s tried. he’s tried so hard, he’s ushered shitty hair to sit at another table so he doesn’t have to hear your obnoxious chatter when he’s eating, he’s tried noise-cancelling earphones to not hear you talking to yourself in your room, but you’re fervent, in sparring and in everything else. in the cookies you gift him and in the protein shakes you leave for him in the fridge, within everything you do and touch and shine on, evidence is left behind, ash blond turns into orange and beige taints pink.

it’s annoying, bakugou doesn’t like it.

he thought that all he wanted was victory, and that when he comes home to an empty apartment, he won’t be fathomed by its coldness when he’s still triumphed. yet, when he learns your colours and the way you glimmer, his scale is thrown off balance and his world is tossed upside down. so he doesn’t know what to do when you dim into a soft and weak timber, when you can’t even hold a candle to itself, all that he can offer you is his nitroglycerin.

the sun works on an eleven year cycle, it’ll go through its troughs and crests regularly while its hydrogen burns and burns and everything else will be susceptible to your deviations. when you bounce back from your lows though, the nitroglycerin that gathers at his palms is once again lit up by your vehemence.

‘your cheeks are so red, are you sunburnt? are you okay, katsuki?’

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it’s too hot to be january.

you briefly remember making a promise to yourself (and to him too) that if you ever met him on the work field after your break-up, you’d keep it professional for both of your sakes, keep it strictly between a manager and a subordinate, but keeping your emotions at bay and not letting the teardrops fall seem harder when the person of your past comes standing in front of you once more.

you open your mouth, obstinate that you wouldn’t make it awkward, but no words tumble out as seemingly they are stopped by the ebullient youth that flashes before your eyes, and instead the decisive syllables stay stuck a little bit far away inside your oesophagus, choking, a bit too late, like you, like other things.

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i have no idea how i didn’t see this reblog either 😭😭😭😭😭 tumblr is against us being friends and our bakugou agenda 😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank u so much thooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

inspired by this post by @katsukikitten that was so heart-throbbing, lmk if u want this taken down!!

bakugou the general who’s now well into his mid-thirties but still has yet to settle down because his foul mouth and snappy attitude drive away the people who were initially drawn in by his looks— scars everywhere but his slim waist can’t be hidden even beneath thick and tight fabrics that make up his uniform

until he meets you, the young nurse who just entered her twenties who’s tasked with taking care of all of his battered soldiers, you’re sweet, polite, obedient, all the things he’s not but he still finds himself so enamoured with you because you can take his sailor mouth, you may be kind but you don’t take shit, unlike the previous nurses that had your spot, you don’t shake in your seat trying to tell bakugou to sit his ass down before you make him and he’s honestly just so obsessed with you and your ability to snap right back at him

he’s been waiting for someone like you, so he promises he’ll court you the next time he returns from away wars with new battle scars littered over his countenance, he’ll look rougher— just the way you like it

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[12:18]

You are a steadily flickering candle in Bakugou’s dim world. He’s not gloomy or upset or tortured– no no, he quite likes the dark.

His mom has always competed with the sun. Bakugou rose first in his childhood home because beating the sun meant a few hours of peace. He wakes up slowly and heavily like he’s shifting under soil while blankets slip into the creased shapes of his body. In those first few minutes of dark the whole world is buried underground.

Now that he lives with his idiot classmates he sleeps early. Bakugou likes to pull the curtains closed as the sun sets and melt deeply into a too-soft pillow before his eyes can adjust to the dark. Making breakfast alone at dawn, training as loud as he wants to be in the gym across campus lit only by the fires of his quirk. Even at high noon he likes to shower with the lights off, for in these rare moments of dark Bakugou can finally think slowly without competition to worry about. If he lived a quieter life he might even get bored, but blessedly his friends can't spare him a sneeze in peace.

Walking through the halls is like trying to hide from fireworks. Running into Deku is as safe as watching a solar eclipse. He’s blinding and always has been; Bakugou startles every time the fucking kid flashbangs with a ‘good morning!’ or a ‘Kacchan!’ Sparkplug might as well be an electrical fire and Mina makes a blaring siren look like an insult to emergency vehicles. Kirishima is at least tolerable. He shines pink like a happy lighthouse but you still can’t look at him directly for too long.

You though. Bakugou didn’t even notice at first the way you could only be seen in periphery. In the bustle of class and patrol you stayed soft and easy to see. As noisy as the rest but not blinding. Like crouching on the beach and watching a sparkler come to life in your hand. Like polished bells.

If you woke up early enough you might catch him in the kitchen and twinkle sleepily past like a shooting star through the common room. ‘Mornin’ you’d grumble through a yawn and candlelight would peek out between your fingers when you covered your mouth.

Titling his head slightly to glance at you in class. A halo of gold outlined your body anytime he let himself linger on you like this. Sometimes he saw nothing but you illuminating the vast expanse of peaceful dark. Easier to look at but still warmer than the sun. Maybe the sun couldn’t compete. Oh jesus the sun would probably love you-

“Oi Dynamight,” you murmur.

Bakugou jumps. His cheek falls out of his hand and his elbow slips off the desk. You weren’t the radiant moon basking above rising tide– you were straddling the back of your chair lazily to chat with Uraraka behind you.

Tch, he spits and turns his head quickly towards the window instead.

Your cheek squishes onto your friend’s desk, “you look red, feeling okay?”

“Don’t get us all sick before midterms dude,” Uraraka adds.

Bakugou doesn’t get sick, your sleepy moonglow smile just makes him ache. Not like a sunburn. It’s like being too comfortable in bed for too long. Like a good stretch.

happy birthday katsuki (*ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈ )

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hockey player bakugou who always has a feral grin on his face when he shoves around with his teammates, and whenever he takes off his helmet, that unruly bunch of blond hair always spikes up in all the directions regardless of his attempts to tame it

hockey player bakugou who taps you on the shoulder to return your dropped card, he looks down at you and you feel oddly secure having a person two heads taller than you stand with their eyes averted and their hands slightly trembling holding your belongings

hockey player bakugou who you begin greeting during morning practises, he’ll come by and smile at you through the glass pane while you’re stretching in your figure skates

hockey player bakugou who gets teased by his friends when you offer him a bottle of pocari after a friendly match that you bought for him

hockey player bakugou who asks you out after he wins the first college championship of the year

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you know the tradition where high school boys give the second button on their school jackets to their crushes as a confession cuz it’s the button closest to the heart on graduation day? yeah i think that’s bakugou

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bakugou, who’s now well into his early thirties, has collected enough hero of the year awards, so he goes vacationing a lot; his favourite places would be rural areas that offer good food and are usually on the hotter and more humid side

you meet him in a five-star hotel in malaysia, it was 6 pm, the sun is setting and you’re alone in the pool, having been sent here for a business trip, it’s the last few days and you get to have them to yourself, it’s cool and quiet, kids who splash around in the shallow areas have gone back to their hotel rooms and families have started looking to tourist spots for food

the sun is golden and gentle on your countenance with your face still dripping with water, you hear someone swim up next to you to land themselves onto the swim-up bar next to the infinity pool, you give them a glance while moving your cocktail glass farther to give them space, and holy fucking shit he’s blonde, he’s ripped and his face rests so pretty

‘hey, i’m y/n, where’re you from?’ you smile as nicely as you can, timid in nature from his intimidating glow, ‘i’m bakugou, i’m from japan,’ the way he speaks has a nice accent to it, fluent but not entirely native, it makes his otherwise rough voice soft.

‘you travelling alone?’ he asks after a moment of silence passes, you don’t look at him but continue gazing at the now purple clouds, the sun is slowly dipping behind the islands from afar, it looks majestic.

‘mhm, i probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but i have some faith,’ you hum, the way you finish your sentence is a gateway and an invitation for him to continue speaking, and he takes the bait with enlightenment, ‘you drink yeah? there’s a bar on the rooftop that i’ve been meaning to go to, so come with me?’

you look away from the mesmerising sky and at the mouth-watering sight next to you, the way he looks at you makes you uncharacteristically shy, you blush and head towards the ladders, ‘i’m staying in room 106, see you there at 7 pm.’

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inspired by this post by @katsukikitten that was so heart-throbbing, lmk if u want this taken down!!

bakugou the general who’s now well into his mid-thirties but still has yet to settle down because his foul mouth and snappy attitude drive away the people who were initially drawn in by his looks— scars everywhere but his slim waist can’t be hidden even beneath thick and tight fabrics that make up his uniform

until he meets you, the young nurse who just entered her twenties who’s tasked with taking care of all of his battered soldiers, you’re sweet, polite, obedient, all the things he’s not but he still finds himself so enamoured with you because you can take his sailor mouth, you may be kind but you don’t take shit, unlike the previous nurses that had your spot, you don’t shake in your seat trying to tell bakugou to sit his ass down before you make him and he’s honestly just so obsessed with you and your ability to snap right back at him

he’s been waiting for someone like you, so he promises he’ll court you the next time he returns from away wars with new battle scars littered over his countenance, he’ll look rougher— just the way you like it

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disgusting assholes who are more than okay with hurting others for you— picture (or the other way around) you landing on the balcony, he’s in his boxers and a shirt while you’re still in your patrol uniform, his hair is disheveled and you know the woman has just left his apartment (it’s your first time seeing this one, the 45 expiry periods he gives to his one night stands are erratic and difficult to keep up with, you think)

he slides open the balcony door and his shirt is slightly blown up by the breeze, his skin brightens in the afterglow

you two are standing here because you’re not willing to give what him what he wants, and he doesn’t want to leave his desires unfulfilled, this in-between is awkward and it’s shameful, it makes you drown in your own guilt and so is he but he’s made sure that the one night stands know what they are, and he’ll continue waiting for you to give him your heart in his boxers and an old All Might t-shirt on the balcony while you dust his lips in an almost-kiss

(bonus points if you have the 1975’s somebody else playing in the background)

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thinking about prince bakugou returning from war in a faraway land: some of the fabrics he’s adorned are ripped and covered in grime, his sword is splattered with the bloodshed of enemies— evidence that he’s slain demigods and the Divine for the sake of his people, and of course, you— but when he steps off the boat and onto the ground of his kingdom after two months of travelling on foreign land, his eyes latch onto yours with no hesitation and he will push away everyone who’s blocking his path to you, his eyes— oh his eyes, they’re intense, they’re crimson and they match well with the dried blood marks that are scattered on his cheeks— little symbols of victory; he’ll catch up to you in a matter of seconds, pushing past hooraying crowds as if they’re but a hill of fruit ants, and you, you’ll be covered in the softest of silks and the purest of golds, because bakugou likes to treat what he adores; you’ll watch with a fond smile as your husband returns to you once more, with a fulfilled promise on his lips, he shall kneel on the dirt ground for his queen, and kiss your knuckles ‘i’ve returned’

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the silent type but he’ll walk behind you and slowly snake his hands around your waist, pulling you flush up against him; his hair will tickle when he kisses your neck, plush lips already ready to suck a hickey if not for the light playful push you gave him, but he’s holding direct eye contact with the guy who’s been eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, he’ll make sure he knows you’re his to devour tonight

hajime iwaizumi, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio and your favourites

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haijime is the kind of steadfast that u can’t get anywhere else, not even from the earth

hajime isn’t the most handsome nor is he the cutest or the prettiest. tbh, he might be close to being the hottest, but still isn’t quite there. nor is he the sexiest. but his attractiveness is just insane.

he doesn’t announce himself when he walks into a room, but his presence seeps into your periphery, flooding your senses. he’s that guy who gives you a small smile and nods his head hello, disappearing with his friends or ducking into some corner of the room.

when you bump into him, his hand settles itself respectfully onto your mid-back, your arm, anything to steady to you. his cheeks turn a deep peach and he mumbles out an ‘oops’ with a small apology, letting go of you quickly. you have a feeling he only touched you because the situation called for it (respectfully).

he doesn’t smell of heavy musk or dark wood like all the other men you’ve met do, but he smells good. crisp. clean. an understated confidence. his outfit matches the same principle—a simple polo, fitted perfectly, with loose pants. put-together but never a try-hard.

hajime is balance and stability, harmony all in one. and he isn’t the most anything, but he reels you in like no one else can. a lingering memory.

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This is going to sound ridiculous, but imagine having a threesome with Hawks and Gojo.

oml it’d just be the same people but different faces sandwiching you oml?? the teasing is about to go crazyyyy

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War General Bakugou who wants a wife but scares all the women off with his scars, the battle stories they've heard about him and his demeanor alone is forced to go to a match maker per his mother's nagging.

Yes at one point Bakugou was ready to settle down and have children, that was in his late twenties and now in his mid thirties he has ZERO desire court a woman in any sense. He does not want to learn her favorite flower so he can ensure a vase of them stays fresh on the foyer table and in the kitchen for her. He does not want to know her favorite food so he can get up early and prepare it nor does he care to find out her favorite instrument that he'd play or hell even learn to play quickly just to see her sigh and smile at him as he plays. And he definitely doesn't want to hear her laugh and how it'll tangle up in his chest like any burning liquor that he wants to chase with more and more of the sound.

He absolutely does not give a fuck.

He shouldn't, especially not with you, eyes and tongue as sharp as any blade he's wielded in his youth. Young early twenties at best and long beautiful hair that sweeps over your black and pink kimono despite the hot summer demanding vibrant colors.

He shouldn't like how you refuse to pour his tea, how you dump it out when he pours yours to signal you are done with the conversation. Shouldn't like that when he leans closer to you, you only move so that he does not invade your space. Holding his gaze with a glare he hasn't seen from another since the battlefield and even then his stature was enough to intimidate any man.

Still you look at him, eyes only flicking to his milky one once before you hold stead fast to the glittering garnet of his clear eye.

"Must you come on to women so strongly? Is this the only way you can get close to them."

He chuckles snaking his arm around you as he pulls you closer, chest to chest. His almost bare from how loose he wears his own kimono, pressing his lips to your ear and you can feel the smirk on his mouth.

"You're just the only woman I want to be close to, sweetheart. What's wrong? Do I scare you?"

It's bait, you both know it's bait, and yet here you are biting down on that hook much harder than you should.

Shoving the hulking man away from you so now this time you're hovering over him, top lip painted in matte black as your bottom lip stays glossy in its natural soft hue.

"It will take much more than that to scare me, Bakugou the Slayer."

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older bakugou who learns to finish up fights and missions quickly, all with the goal of returning home early to you and your children, despite him having always made fun of his boss for doing the same during his prime days when he was still a sidekick

his shower isn’t at all reaching his standard of the deep cleanse he always does after long and hard missions in far away forests and mountains, the grime and dirt are probably still visible under his neat fingernails, his palms are dry but he didn’t bother taking out his lotion, after five minutes, he’s out of the agency, hair still wet, clothes not fully shoved inside his duffle bag, his steps are fast-paced and hurried, he speed-walks to his porsche in the parking lot

(eijirou watches all of this with a warm smile on his face, however many times he was chastised by a younger bakugou for slacking off for his wife and kids and however many times he answered with ‘you’ll understand one day’ wouldn’t suffice for the absolute smug pride he’s feeling right now, oh how his best friend has grown)

he’s barely going the speed limit on the road, his grip on the steering wheel is firm, the leather familiar in his hold, he’s leaned back, he’s relaxed, because he gets to walk through your home and into your arms soon enough, that all the work he’s done in the past month in okinawa, kilometres away from musutafu was more than worth it

the wheels on his car don’t align with the lines at his parking spot, it’s wonky and sideways but he doesn’t care when he slams the door closed and forgoes his belongings in the car because they’re not going anywhere, but the time he can spend with you and your head tucked in his neck is

he can hear his children’s laughs all the way from the garage, your giggles and light scolding are all but endearing and even from the outsider, it’s visible that he’s no longer fifteen year old, angry and frustrated, the bright grin he has on as his daughters jump in his arms sits comfortably on his mellowed out face, stubble and all

the things older bakugou would do to hear the words ‘welcome home, papa!’ are limitless

his daughters crowd around his legs and gag when he kisses ‘i missed you’ into your lips, your smile is evident throughout, his brats will run off to play with the dog and he will get you all to himself, against the kitchen counter, messy hair and dirtied clothes, bakugou wouldn’t want to be anywhere else

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or when a stubborn bakugou trying to apologise, his eyes are downcast or to the side when he signs ‘sorry’ very quickly, you barely catch it but when you do, your smile is so smug he swats your head and turns away very cartoonishly

sassy & half deaf bakugou who refuses to put on his hearing aids and closes his eyes so he can’t see your signing when you two bicker

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sassy & half deaf bakugou who refuses to put on his hearing aids and closes his eyes so he can’t see your signing when you two bicker