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Bakugo is definitely the kinda guy that reaches his hand out from behind and wave his fingers at you to grab him before you both walk through a crowd .

It’s pretty attractive seeing it for some reason, his bracelets only complimenting his big and veiny forearm, with a couple rings to top it off.

He doesn’t ever need to look back either, he knows it will get your attention, and when it does he can practically HEAR your smile once your take hold of him. Giving his bicep a squeeze too while he kisses the top of your head.

You get so gitty to take his hand, you felt like a little kid grabbing some candy.

And Bakugo loved it.

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Oh no, another inspiration

Is it bad for me to wish that there was more fics that portrayed a more “imperfect” Y/N?

I really enjoy fics where Y/N is a person with flaws. However, the majority of fanfics and books tend to focus on stories where the guy hurts the girl, and then he has to make it up to her. Why can't there be more fics where Y/N is the problematic one? Where she hurts HIS feelings? Where SHE has to make it up to him? It would bring out a more emotional and sensitive side to HIM, while also showing a more realistic, flawed side of Y/N.

Especially when characters with tough personas get their feelings hurt. Like Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Shigaraki from MHA, Sebastian from Black Butler, or characters like Dazai from Bungou Stray Dogs and Gojo from JJK. These characters are already complex—whether they’re the bad guys, untouchable heroes, or just seem unbothered, like the "crazy" ones. But imagine if Y/N were the one to screw up and have to make things right.

Which characters would you like to see in fanfics with this concept?

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My baby 🥲

Katsuki and his childhood

All happened in first year of high school and the beginning of second year.

Just listing some trauma Katsuki went through. I really hate it when his haters or even some"fans" say "bakugou had no reason to be traumatized""he has no trauma "" he has no problem in his life" like stfu I even might have missed sth here.

Also never forget, the torture before his death was so intense bones had to censore it

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𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀: 𝗔 𝗧𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹

Content: part 3 to accidental confession. In which, your upperclassman crush— Bakugo Katsuki actually entertains your chats. Of course, let's totally forget the fact that you had already confessed your crush on him lol.

My first ever smau. i think bakugo would seem like a different person in chats, especially when he's talking to someone he actually respects.

tags: @xxiamabookdragonxx @xcalkenf @angelxem

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Fml this is a flop

'𝗠𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿'

Word Count: 1545

Content: established relationship. Much Much Older! Katsuki Bakugo x afab!reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. nineteen years age gap, yes. i included a bonus part below how yn and bakugo hit it off lol.

the alternative title i would've went with: 𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱.

The evening air was cool against your skin as you stood on the balcony of your shared apartment, the city’s lights twinkling below like scattered fireflies. Katsuki leaned against the railing beside you, his broad shoulders still as imposing as they had been in his hero days, though the faint lines around his crimson eyes spoke of years of battle and experience.

His sleeveless shirt revealed a physique that defied his age—lean muscle carved from decades of relentless training, veins prominent along his forearms. A hint of silver streaked his ash-blond hair, and a faint trace of facial hair softened the sharp edges of his jawline, lending him an air of rugged maturity that made him look even more captivating and handsome.

But the line between his brows was unmistakable.

“Still thinking about earlier?” you asked softly, brushing your arm against his as you pressed your cheek on them to feel his warmth.

He scoffed, the sound gruff but not dismissive. “Damn right I am.”

The interaction had been brief but enough to light a fire in his mind. An old acquaintance of his, someone he hadn’t seen in years, had run into the two of you at the grocery store. After exchanging a few words, the man’s casual, “Oh, your niece?” had Bakugo stiffening on the spot.

“No,” Bakugo had said, his voice sharp enough to cut steel. “She’s my wife.”

The man’s face had turned red as he stammered out an apology, but it didn’t stop Bakugo from fuming about it all day.

It wasn't exactly easy to be 46 years old with a 27 years old wife.

You reached for his hand now, lacing your fingers through his. His palm was rough and warm against yours, a comfort you’d never grow tired of. “It’s not a big deal, Katsuki. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

He finally turned his head to look at you, crimson eyes softened but still carrying that edge of frustration. “It’s not about what he meant,” he muttered. “It’s about what people see. You’re young. Too damn gorgeous, and full of energy. Me? I’m—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you interrupted followed by the a click of you tongue, squeezing his hand.

His lips quirked upward for just a moment before settling back into a thin line.

“Katsuki,” you said, stepping closer so you could rest your free hand against his chest. The solid plane of muscle beneath your palm was a testament to how hard he still worked to maintain his strength, even years after reaching the peak of his career. “You’re still one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. And you’re gorgeous, by the way.”

“Tch. Don’t butter me up.”

“I’m serious,” you said, your voice softening. “You’re strong, smart, dedicated, and yeah, ridiculously attractive. The age gap doesn’t change any of that. It never has.”

He looked down at you, his intense gaze searching yours. “You don’t care that people stare?”

You shrugged. “Let them stare. What do they know about us? They don’t know how you sneak into the kitchen at midnight to make my favorite snacks after a bad day. Or how you make me laugh when you grumble about stupid little things. They don’t see how much you love me.”

A low rumble escaped him, part laugh, part sigh. “I'm too old for this. You’re too damn sappy.”

“Yet you love it,” you teased, your fingers trailing up to brush against the faint stubble on his jaw.

He caught your hand, holding it against his cheek as his other arm slid around your waist to pull you closer. “Damn right I do,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, husky tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You tilted your head, your breath catching as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was deep, consuming, and unapologetically full of the love he struggled to put into words.

His hand moved up to cradle the back of your head, angling you closer as the kiss deepened, tongues intertwined. He sinked into you, bending you over the balcony railing. Your fingers gripped his broad shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath them as you melted into him. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his body and the taste of his kiss.

When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath. He did kiss you again, and again and again until you laughed, finding him cute.

“You’re a damn pain in the ass, you know that?” he murmured, his lips brushing yours to shut you up as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, smiling. “But I’m your pain in the ass.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Damn right you are.”

You reached up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing against the roughness of his stubble. “Listen to me, Katsuki. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re it for me. Age, looks, whatever—it doesn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

For a moment, he said nothing, just staring at you with an expression that was equal parts adoration and disbelief. Then he kissed you again, softer this time, his lips lingering against yours as if to seal your words into his heart.

“Alright, fine,” he muttered when he pulled back. “I’ll let it go. But only ‘cause you said all that sweet sugary shit.”

“Good.” You smirked, pushing him toward the balcony door. You mischievously pressed your chest onto his, wrapping your arms tightly on his sides. “Now let's go inside. You have to show me that you're not that old yet. ”

He rolled his eyes but followed you willingly as you pulled him. “You’re going down, dumbass. My nutsacks are still healthy.”

You laughed, and his heart felt lighter than it had all day. Because no matter what the world thought, he knew he had you—and that was proof enough.

Bonus

When Y/N first started working at Bakugo’s agency, she hadn’t thought much of him beyond what the world already knew. Katsuki Bakugo was the explosive, no-nonsense top hero Dynamight, and her job in the finance department didn’t exactly offer many opportunities to get close to him.

But proximity had a way of changing things.

They crossed paths more often than she’d expected, particularly when Bakugo had questions about budget approvals or funding for hero operations. At first, it was all business. He’d come into her office, arms crossed, voice gruff as he barked, “Why the hell do we need this much for new equipment?”

Y/N, ever the professional, would calmly explain the expenses, occasionally throwing in a teasing remark just to see if she could get him to smile. It didn’t work. Not at first.

But over time, she noticed the little things. The way his eyes softened ever so slightly when she handed him neatly organized reports. The way he muttered a low “thanks” when she stayed late to help him resolve a dispute. Even the way he’d stand just a little too close during their conversations, his sharp, muscled frame looming in her peripheral vision.

It wasn’t long before she started seeing more than the gruff hero everyone else knew. She saw the way he quietly cared for his team, the way he always made sure their safety came before his own. She saw the gentle way he’d handle injured civilians, his large, calloused hands steady and careful.

And somewhere along the way, admiration turned into attraction.

She had made it obvious that she was trying to pull him. She would talk with her friends and they'd give her advice, to which she'd follow the next day at work. She'd wear tighter clothes, and speak more to him. But of course, she would do things she genuinely likes like giving him bento or simply just asking about his day.

“Do you always glare at people like that?” Y/N teased one evening, leaning on the edge of her desk as Bakugo reviewed yet another expense report. It was already late and both she and bakugo are supposed to be done with work. Everyone in the agency left, and it's just them.

“Only when they waste my time,” he grumbled, not looking up.

She stiffled a laugh, crossing her arms. “So why do you spend so much time here in my office, then?”

That made him pause. His eyes lifted to meet hers, crimson and piercing, but there was a flicker of something in them she couldn’t quite place.

“You’re actin’ weird,” he said bluntly. “Why do you keep sayin’ shit like that?”

Embarrassment hovered over her a little. Y/N felt her cheeks heat, but she wasn’t one to back down. “That's— that's because you’re ridiculously handsome, boss, that’s why,” she said, her tone light but her heart pounding.

His mouth opened, then closed again, and for once, Bakugo Katsuki looked utterly dumbfounded. He watched as she stood and moved towards him.

“You—you think I’m hot?” he asked, as though the idea was inconceivable.

She laughed, stepping closer. “Is that really so hard to believe when it comes from me?”

He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the side. She could see how his jaws tighten, his posture suddenly stiff. “You’re, what, 24? I’m 43, Y/N. Don’t you think—”

Bakugo stared at her, his expression unreadable, but she could see the way his ears turned red. She's been waiting for this.

“I don’t care about the age gap,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “You’re strong, kind, and honestly, way more thoughtful than you let on. And yeah, you’re stupidly hot."

"Katsuki, I like you— a lot.” You muttered, eyes hopeful.

“You’re insane,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words.

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug, stepping even closer until they were barely a breath apart. Her voice dropped, teasing but laced with a heat that made his throat tighten. “But if I am, it’s only because you’re driving me crazy.”

That was the moment Bakugo knew he was screwed. He’d been crushing on her for months, but he’d buried it, convinced she wouldn’t be interested in someone his age. But now, with her so close, her words replaying in his head, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced.

It didn’t take much more to convince him—just one night, one shared moment in the very office they were at, Y/N showed him exactly how much she wanted him. Only the cctv cameras witness how it happened. That night, Bakugo stopped worrying about what anyone else thought. Because for the first time in years, he wanted something for himself, and he wasn’t about to let it slip away.

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Best five and a half minutes I had today listening to a song. I didn't even realize it was the full song to those edits.

The song by Epic, "would you fall in love with me again" could be so Barbarian Bakugo coded

Like imagine he leaves for a hunt or over taking a kingdom/village for the first time since meeting and he comes back to you bloody, dead souls trailing behind.

He meets you at the edge of your village with a gift for you showing his love and victory asking if you'd still love him even if he's coated in death.

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'𝗠𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿'

Word Count: 1545

Content: established relationship. Much Much Older! Katsuki Bakugo x afab!reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. nineteen years age gap, yes. i included a bonus part below how yn and bakugo hit it off lol.

the alternative title i would've went with: 𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱.

The evening air was cool against your skin as you stood on the balcony of your shared apartment, the city’s lights twinkling below like scattered fireflies. Katsuki leaned against the railing beside you, his broad shoulders still as imposing as they had been in his hero days, though the faint lines around his crimson eyes spoke of years of battle and experience.

His sleeveless shirt revealed a physique that defied his age—lean muscle carved from decades of relentless training, veins prominent along his forearms. A hint of silver streaked his ash-blond hair, and a faint trace of facial hair softened the sharp edges of his jawline, lending him an air of rugged maturity that made him look even more captivating and handsome.

But the line between his brows was unmistakable.

“Still thinking about earlier?” you asked softly, brushing your arm against his as you pressed your cheek on them to feel his warmth.

He scoffed, the sound gruff but not dismissive. “Damn right I am.”

The interaction had been brief but enough to light a fire in his mind. An old acquaintance of his, someone he hadn’t seen in years, had run into the two of you at the grocery store. After exchanging a few words, the man’s casual, “Oh, your niece?” had Bakugo stiffening on the spot.

“No,” Bakugo had said, his voice sharp enough to cut steel. “She’s my wife.”

The man’s face had turned red as he stammered out an apology, but it didn’t stop Bakugo from fuming about it all day.

It wasn't exactly easy to be 46 years old with a 27 years old wife.

You reached for his hand now, lacing your fingers through his. His palm was rough and warm against yours, a comfort you’d never grow tired of. “It’s not a big deal, Katsuki. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

He finally turned his head to look at you, crimson eyes softened but still carrying that edge of frustration. “It’s not about what he meant,” he muttered. “It’s about what people see. You’re young. Too damn gorgeous, and full of energy. Me? I’m—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you interrupted followed by the a click of you tongue, squeezing his hand.

His lips quirked upward for just a moment before settling back into a thin line.

“Katsuki,” you said, stepping closer so you could rest your free hand against his chest. The solid plane of muscle beneath your palm was a testament to how hard he still worked to maintain his strength, even years after reaching the peak of his career. “You’re still one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. And you’re gorgeous, by the way.”

“Tch. Don’t butter me up.”

“I’m serious,” you said, your voice softening. “You’re strong, smart, dedicated, and yeah, ridiculously attractive. The age gap doesn’t change any of that. It never has.”

He looked down at you, his intense gaze searching yours. “You don’t care that people stare?”

You shrugged. “Let them stare. What do they know about us? They don’t know how you sneak into the kitchen at midnight to make my favorite snacks after a bad day. Or how you make me laugh when you grumble about stupid little things. They don’t see how much you love me.”

A low rumble escaped him, part laugh, part sigh. “I'm too old for this. You’re too damn sappy.”

“Yet you love it,” you teased, your fingers trailing up to brush against the faint stubble on his jaw.

He caught your hand, holding it against his cheek as his other arm slid around your waist to pull you closer. “Damn right I do,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, husky tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You tilted your head, your breath catching as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was deep, consuming, and unapologetically full of the love he struggled to put into words.

His hand moved up to cradle the back of your head, angling you closer as the kiss deepened, tongues intertwined. He sinked into you, bending you over the balcony railing. Your fingers gripped his broad shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath them as you melted into him. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his body and the taste of his kiss.

When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath. He did kiss you again, and again and again until you laughed, finding him cute.

“You’re a damn pain in the ass, you know that?” he murmured, his lips brushing yours to shut you up as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, smiling. “But I’m your pain in the ass.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Damn right you are.”

You reached up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing against the roughness of his stubble. “Listen to me, Katsuki. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re it for me. Age, looks, whatever—it doesn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

For a moment, he said nothing, just staring at you with an expression that was equal parts adoration and disbelief. Then he kissed you again, softer this time, his lips lingering against yours as if to seal your words into his heart.

“Alright, fine,” he muttered when he pulled back. “I’ll let it go. But only ‘cause you said all that sweet sugary shit.”

“Good.” You smirked, pushing him toward the balcony door. You mischievously pressed your chest onto his, wrapping your arms tightly on his sides. “Now let's go inside. You have to show me that you're not that old yet. ”

He rolled his eyes but followed you willingly as you pulled him. “You’re going down, dumbass. My nutsacks are still healthy.”

You laughed, and his heart felt lighter than it had all day. Because no matter what the world thought, he knew he had you—and that was proof enough.

Bonus

When Y/N first started working at Bakugo’s agency, she hadn’t thought much of him beyond what the world already knew. Katsuki Bakugo was the explosive, no-nonsense top hero Dynamight, and her job in the finance department didn’t exactly offer many opportunities to get close to him.

But proximity had a way of changing things.

They crossed paths more often than she’d expected, particularly when Bakugo had questions about budget approvals or funding for hero operations. At first, it was all business. He’d come into her office, arms crossed, voice gruff as he barked, “Why the hell do we need this much for new equipment?”

Y/N, ever the professional, would calmly explain the expenses, occasionally throwing in a teasing remark just to see if she could get him to smile. It didn’t work. Not at first.

But over time, she noticed the little things. The way his eyes softened ever so slightly when she handed him neatly organized reports. The way he muttered a low “thanks” when she stayed late to help him resolve a dispute. Even the way he’d stand just a little too close during their conversations, his sharp, muscled frame looming in her peripheral vision.

It wasn’t long before she started seeing more than the gruff hero everyone else knew. She saw the way he quietly cared for his team, the way he always made sure their safety came before his own. She saw the gentle way he’d handle injured civilians, his large, calloused hands steady and careful.

And somewhere along the way, admiration turned into attraction.

She had made it obvious that she was trying to pull him. She would talk with her friends and they'd give her advice, to which she'd follow the next day at work. She'd wear tighter clothes, and speak more to him. But of course, she would do things she genuinely likes like giving him bento or simply just asking about his day.

“Do you always glare at people like that?” Y/N teased one evening, leaning on the edge of her desk as Bakugo reviewed yet another expense report. It was already late and both she and bakugo are supposed to be done with work. Everyone in the agency left, and it's just them.

“Only when they waste my time,” he grumbled, not looking up.

She stiffled a laugh, crossing her arms. “So why do you spend so much time here in my office, then?”

That made him pause. His eyes lifted to meet hers, crimson and piercing, but there was a flicker of something in them she couldn’t quite place.

“You’re actin’ weird,” he said bluntly. “Why do you keep sayin’ shit like that?”

Embarrassment hovered over her a little. Y/N felt her cheeks heat, but she wasn’t one to back down. “That's— that's because you’re ridiculously handsome, boss, that’s why,” she said, her tone light but her heart pounding.

His mouth opened, then closed again, and for once, Bakugo Katsuki looked utterly dumbfounded. He watched as she stood and moved towards him.

“You—you think I’m hot?” he asked, as though the idea was inconceivable.

She laughed, stepping closer. “Is that really so hard to believe when it comes from me?”

He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the side. She could see how his jaws tighten, his posture suddenly stiff. “You’re, what, 24? I’m 43, Y/N. Don’t you think—”

Bakugo stared at her, his expression unreadable, but she could see the way his ears turned red. She's been waiting for this.

“I don’t care about the age gap,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “You’re strong, kind, and honestly, way more thoughtful than you let on. And yeah, you’re stupidly hot."

"Katsuki, I like you— a lot.” You muttered, eyes hopeful.

“You’re insane,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words.

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug, stepping even closer until they were barely a breath apart. Her voice dropped, teasing but laced with a heat that made his throat tighten. “But if I am, it’s only because you’re driving me crazy.”

That was the moment Bakugo knew he was screwed. He’d been crushing on her for months, but he’d buried it, convinced she wouldn’t be interested in someone his age. But now, with her so close, her words replaying in his head, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced.

It didn’t take much more to convince him—just one night, one shared moment in the very office they were at, Y/N showed him exactly how much she wanted him. Only the cctv cameras witness how it happened. That night, Bakugo stopped worrying about what anyone else thought. Because for the first time in years, he wanted something for himself, and he wasn’t about to let it slip away.

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How does tagging people work

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𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼!! 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

Word Count: i don't know

Content: katsuki bakugo with glasses isn't an office siren, he's more of an attractive dwight schrute imo. gender neutral reader. drabble. fluff. i just saw these pictures on pinterest and I watched myself cook.

Katsuki Bakugo rubbed his temples as he squinted at the whiteboard in the training room. The writing blurred together, a hazy mess that made his already limited patience dwindle faster than usual. His vision had been weird ever since that run-in with a villain wielding a blinding quirk during his internship with Best Jeanist. The doctor had said his sight would recover in a few weeks, but the lingering effects were starting to piss him off real bad.

“Bakugo, you okay?”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. You were sitting beside him, your head tilted slightly as you observed his uncharacteristic struggle.

He's been rubbing and rubbing his eyes that you're worried they'd pop off any moment now. Damn, he can't even focus on his notes of fucking course cause he can't read it with the stupid combination of fucking astigmatism, myopia and glaucoma.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, averting his gaze.

You weren’t convinced and, of course, you were concerned. “Doesn’t look like it. You’ve been squinting at everything for the past few days. Maybe you should get your eyes checked again.”

“Tch, I don’t need a damn checkup,” he snapped, but his annoyance lacked its usual bite. You frowned.

“Come on,” you said, standing and grabbing his arm. “What’s the harm in getting it checked? If there’s nothing wrong, great. If there is, we’ll figure it out.”

He sighed, realizing you wouldn’t let this go. “Fine. But if this is a waste of time, I’m blaming you.”

It's a good thing you two were still in school grounds, it means Recovery Girl is no more than a few halls away from where you and bakugo were studying at.

The clinic was quiet when you arrived, and Recovery Girl was quick to examine Bakugo’s eyes. After a series of tests, the diagnosis was clear: his vision was still recovering, but for the time being, he needed glasses to help him see more clearly.

Bakugo’s expression was a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “Glasses? Seriously?”

“It’s just temporary,” Recovery Girl assured him. She then walked towards a closet in the far back and whipped out what seemed to be nerd glasses. “Here, try these.”

The doctor handed Bakugo a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He put them on reluctantly, and you had to stifle a laugh when you saw the way his eyes looked magnified through the lenses.

“What’s so damn funny?” he snapped, narrowing his newly enlarged eyes at you.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but—oh my god, Katsuki! You look like a cartoon character!”

He scowled, but there was a faint pink tint to his cheeks. Despite his irritation, there was something oddly satisfying about seeing you laugh like that.

"I'd put a bow on that glasses if you'd let me! All you need now are beaver teeth and you'll be a certified goof ball!" You laughed, basically breathless. Even Recovery Girl couldn't help but stiffle a laugh.

“Shut the hell up,” he muttered, taking the prescription and storming out, but not before glancing back to catch you still grinning.

The next day, Bakugo walked into class wearing his new glasses. The room went silent for about three seconds before the laughter began. Even Todoroki and Tokoyami couldn't help their grin, their lips twitched in amusement.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari wheezed, clutching his sides. “You look like a scientist!”

"Whoah! Bakubro! I feel like I'm in a 3D movie with those lenses!" Kirishima added, laughing even harder than Kaminari.

"Heavens, Bakugo, Is that magnifying glass? Or are you just that eager to start class?" Even Iida couldn't help himself and added to the chaos. Bakugo was starting to erupt.

“I bet he can spot a typo on a billboard from a mile away with those,” Mina chimed in, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

"I bet he's craving bananas!" Mineta boomed. Unlucky for him, he was within Bakugo's range and got his ahh exploded.

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugo roared, his hands sparking ominously.

But his outburst only made them laugh harder.

You, sitting at your desk, couldn’t stop giggling either. You already had the laugh of your life when you saw him wear it for the first time, now you had the chance to actually examine him with glasses. “I think he looks cute,” you said loud enough for him to hear, still smiling.

Bakugo froze but his hands were still in the middle of choking Kaminari and Mineta, his glare snapping to you. “What? You didn't think it was yesterday,”

“It is cute though. Now that I stare at you more," you repeated, a teasing lilt in your voice. “The glasses suit you.”

He blinked, momentarily thrown off by your words. The classroom fell silent, everyone holding their breath to see how he’d react.

“Hypocrite,” he muttered, finally settling, sitting down and turning his attention to his notes. But you didn’t miss the way his ears turned red, or the way he didn’t try to blast anyone after that.

I think he looks cute! The glasses suits you... now that I stare at you more. I think he looks cute! It's cute though. I think he looks cute! Chanted at the back of his mind over and over. SHUT UP!

The next day, Bakugo showed up to class without his glasses. The change was immediate—everyone noticed, but no one dared comment on it. His glare alone was enough to keep them quiet.

During lunch, you slid into the seat next to him. “Eee? No glasses today?”

“Wearing contacts,” he replied curtly, poking at his food.

“Why? The glasses were cute,” you said, resting your chin in your hand as your gaze sauntered off.

He gave you a side-eye glance, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly when you weren't looking at him. “Yeah, well, I’m not here to entertain you idiots.”

You pouted dramatically. “I liked the glasses. I thought for sure you'd wear them until you get better. I never thought you'd like contacts. Are you ever gonna wear them again?”

He shrugged. ��Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. “That’s not good enough, Bakugo.”

“Tch,” he muttered, pushing his tray aside. “I’ll wear ’em during our study sessions, alright? Happy now?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his casual mention of your study time together. But you smiles nevertheless. “Oh. Yeah, that works! Lemme decorate it!”

“The damn glasses are not mine, idiot. But whatever,” He stood abruptly, leaving you alone at the table, your cheeks warm and your heart racing.

True to his word, Bakugo showed up to your next study session wearing his glasses. You couldn’t help but smile as he sat down across from you, his usual scowl softened by the frames perched on his nose.

“You know,” you said, flipping through your notes, “I think I like you better with glasses. You looked extra goofy cute.”

He snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it. I’m ditching these things the second my eyes are back to normal.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the fondness in your smile. “Whatever you say, Bakugo.”

For the rest of the session, the two of you worked in comfortable silence, broken only by your occasional teasing and his gruff responses. At one point, you scribbled a tiny pink bow to which you cut out and Bakugo actually agreed with your request to put it temporarily on it. And though he’d never admit it out loud, Katsuki Bakugo didn’t mind the glasses so much when it meant he got to see you smile like that.

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Dang my drafts got deleted wtf

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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need him to lay his head on my chest as we’re laying on the couch need him to kiss me and eat me out and make me laugh :( it’s so sick that he isn’t real

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𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡?!

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨

Word Count: 680

Content: part 2 to this. Part 3 (smau) You made a fool of yourself and confessed to your longtime crush, what an idiot. Luckily, he seemed to want to give you his answer to your confession. After all, Bakugo is a nice guy!

The familiar sound of drills and machinery filled the air as Katsuki Bakugo stepped into the support course's tech division. The sharp smell of metal and grease was everywhere, but he didn’t pay it any mind. His crimson eyes scanned the room, searching for the only person he wanted to see.

“Yo! Dynamight!” Hatsume Mei’s energetic voice cut through the chaos as she popped up from behind a pile of half-finished projects. Her goggles were askew, and there was a streak of oil on her cheek. “Looking for more gauntlet upgrades? I’ve been working on a prototype that—”

“I’m not here for you,” Bakugo interrupted, his tone blunt.

Hatsume blinked in surprise, then tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Oh? Then who are you here for?”

“Y/n,” Bakugo said without hesitation, crossing his arms. His gaze flickered around the room again, as if just saying your name would summon you.

Hatsume’s grin widened into something mischievous. “Ahhh, I see.” She leaned closer, tapping her chin dramatically. “You’re here for y/n, huh?”

“Yeah, so?” he snapped, his ears tinging pink. He's kind of shrinking too, that's what Hatsumei saw. “Where is she?”

Hatsume didn’t bother hiding her amusement. “She’s in the back, working on some designs. I'm sure you know where her cubicle is. Should I call her for you?”

“I’ll go myself,” Bakugo grunted, already moving toward the far corner of the workshop.

As he approached, he spotted you hunched over a drafting table, completely absorbed in your work. Your brows were furrowed, your pencil moving quickly as you scribbled down notes and adjustments. For a moment, he just stood there, watching you in your element, his heart doing that stupid thing where it felt too big for his chest.

“Oi,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the machinery around you.

You jolted, nearly dropping your pencil as you turned to see him. “Senpai? What are you doing here?”

“I need something made,” he said simply, stepping closer. He's practically invading your space, causing your legs to wobble.

You blinked, caught off guard. “But Hatsume usually handles your requests.”

“Well, I don’t want that nerd,” he said, his tone firm. “I want you.”

Your face immediately flushed, and you looked away, fumbling with the pencil in your hand. There was a few moment of silence before Bakugo broke it off with a cough, his cheeks going dangerously red.

“Oh. Um, okay. What do you need then?”

He handed you a rough sketch he’d scrawled out himself—a new attachment for his gauntlets, something designed to improve their efficiency in close combat, and it's also an efficient way he could think of to reply to your confession.

“Think you can handle it?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost teasing. He looked into your eyes and followed every glance, he wants you to look at him.

You studied the sketch, your nerves slowly settling as your focus shifted to the project. But you went back to your flustered state, there's a huge possibility you won't be able to stop thinking about him while making his gear.

“Yeah, I can do it. Definetly, haha... It’ll take a few days, though. I'll have to check in with you... for adjustments, of course... if, if needed.” You were stuttering, and you were pink. He was bound to know how you felt to his little scheme, he himself was excited for some reason.

“Good,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’ll come back to check on it first thing tomorrow.”

You still hadn't looked at his face, Bakugo was starting to feel flustered. "You don't have anything else to add?" You asked.

"Nope," Then he whispers, "Do you have something to say?"

You looked at him. Bakugo could feel his breath hitch, he regretted asking. He enjoyed your giddiness, but he doesn't want to trouble you. But the thing is, you knew exactly what he was talking about but no words could leave your mouth. So you two just looked at each other, cheeks flushed.

"I, I have free time this afternoon," Your fingers trembled and fidgeted, that was not how you wanted your answer to sound! At this point, just ask him out. "So— So! I'll do your gear! Th, Thank you for trusting me!"

Bakugo blinked and stared at you as you pretend to be immersed on his design sketch.

"I'll be patient with you. No pressure, nerd." Bakugo sighed, then he snickered. "I'll see you then."

He left, you swore you saw him smile. Or maybe you were hallucinating. Maybe this whole thing was an hallucination. Heck, he isn't even usually like that. Isn't he supposed to be brash? And loud? And.. everything else.

From her spot across the room, Hatsume watched the interaction with a gleeful expression. As soon as Bakugo left, she bounced over to you, barely containing her excitement.

“He totally just confessed to you,” she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“What? No, he just—”

“Oh, come on, as if he'd say 'I want you' to anyone!” Hatsume interrupted, mimicking Bakugo's words and mannerisms. She did kind of wanted to look silly as she copied him.

“And! He asked for you specifically! That guy doesn’t do anything without a reason. He's pretty dumb. You should’ve seen the way he said your name.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? It’s adorable!” Hatsume grinned, giving you an encouraging nudge as she walked away, giggling to herself. She knew all along, mainly because she's the one who set you up. “Damn, I didn't know I would get a free subscription to a romcom show when I enrolled in U.A.”

You sighed, glancing down at the sketch Bakugo had left behind. Although you can't ignore how you heart beated so fast in your chest. To your surprise, you saw something else written the longer you scanned into the paper.

'XXXX-XXX-XXXX call message me '

- katsuki

Immediately, as if someone told you to, you snatched the paper from your desk and screamed mentally. You've been crushing on the third year student the moment you laid eyes on him, of course you'd feel like screaming.

"He even wrote his first name." You whispered as you looked at the paper for the second time.

There was something about the way he looked at you earlier, something unspoken but unmistakable. And for the first time, you felt a spark of excitement bubbling beneath your nerves.

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Bakugou: Ugh, crushes are so lame.

Y/n: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Bakugou: You’re always acting stupid, you idiot.

Y/n: .....

Y/n: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢?!

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠...?

Word Count: 560

Content: Fluff. Mutual Pining. 3rd year Katsuki Bakugo x gn.reader in support course. Part 2 Part 3 (smau)

The afternoon sun was glaring over UA’s training grounds, the warmth seeping into Katsuki Bakugo’s skin as he finished his cooldown stretches. His muscles ached in a way that felt satisfying—proof of a training session well spent. He rolled his shoulders and glanced toward the entrance of the training ground, his sharp eyes catching sight of someone he didn’t expect.

You.

You were standing a few feet away, fidgeting with a big box in your hands, your usual confident demeanor replaced by nervous energy. He scowled, not out of irritation, but because his chest felt weirdly tight every time you were around. You were a second-year in the support course—brilliant, sharp, and, in his mind, annoyingly distracting.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, voice gruff as always.

You looked up, startled, and quickly adjusted your grip on the box. “Oh! I—I came to drop off the gauntlet you asked for last week.”

Bakugo frowned. “I didn’t ask you for shit. Hatsume was—” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing something. “Wait, you did the adjustments?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah. I thought you’d want them done faster, so I, uh… volunteered.”

There was something off about your tone, something hesitant that made him squint at you suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not!” you blurted, your voice higher than usual.

His brows furrowed deeper. “Tch, whatever. Just give me the damn thing.”

You stepped closer, holding out his gears, but your hands were trembling slightly. He noticed, of course. He always noticed when it came to you. And before he could stop himself, he said, “Oi, are you nervous or something? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m not nervous!” you insisted, but then, without warning, the words tumbled out of your mouth like a landslide. “Okay, maybe I am, but it’s because I like you. Geez—”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bakugo froze, the words hitting him like one of his own explosions. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, wide with disbelief. “What?"

You blinked, your own face going pale as the weight of what you just said crashed over you. “Ah! Wait. I mean—”

“What did you just say?” he demanded, stepping closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. “Nothing! I said nothing!”

“Bullshit,” Bakugo growled, his voice lower now. “You said you like me. As in, like, like me?”

Your face flushed scarlet. “I… I didn’t mean to say that! Forget I said anything!”

Before he could say another word, you shoved the box into his hands and bolted, sprinting toward the workshop like your life depended on it.

Bakugo stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the neatly done gauntlets in his hands. You liked him. You, the same person he’d been watching from afar for months. The person he’d subtly helped out—gruffly, of course, but helped nonetheless. The person who had a laugh that made his chest feel too tight and a smile that stuck in his mind longer than he cared to admit.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, a rare, uncharacteristic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You actually like me. Holy shit.”

For the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo found himself excited to chase something—someone.

And this time, he wasn’t planning to let them run too far.

Part two right here

a/n: i have part two in my drafts

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The chunky TV, the MySpace emo, Ouran highschool host club… those were the days.

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CHAPTER III. Mix In A Little Mishap.

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The familiar clink of glasses and the hum of conversations filled the air as Bakugo sat in the back of the beer house, looking every bit like he wanted to be anywhere else. Of course, he hadn’t come here on his own accord. Kirishima had dragged him along—something about “bonding time” and “getting your mind off hero work.” Honestly, Bakugo couldn’t think of anything worse than spending his precious downtime here with the rest of the group.

Kaminari was laughing with Mina, the two of them practically bouncing in their seats as they recounted the latest mishap in one of Kaminari’s electrifying stunts. Sero and Jirou were sitting side by side, quietly enjoying their drinks, while Kirishima seemed to be in his element, happily chatting away with everyone. And then there was Bakugo, sulking with his arms crossed, glaring at the table in front of him.

“You really need to loosen up, man,” Kirishima said with a grin, giving Bakugo a playful shove. “You’re always so tense. Come on, have a drink with us!”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “I’m fine,” he growled, glaring at his glass like it had personally insulted him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Wow, you’re really starting to sound like an old man, Bakugo,” Kaminari teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, loosen up! One drink won’t hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Bakugo muttered. “Just don’t drag me into anything.”

The conversation continued around him, and although he didn’t participate, he listened. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy being around the others; he just preferred to keep his thoughts to himself. It was more peaceful that way.

But then Jirou, who had been quietly sipping her drink, suddenly turned her attention to Bakugo. “So, how’s everyone been doing? We’ve all been so caught up with work lately, I feel like we haven’t had time to check in on each other,” she said, her voice gentle but curious.

Her eyes flickered around the group, before resting on Bakugo. “Especially you, Mr. 15. How’ve you been?”

Bakugo froze, his face immediately hardening at the mention of his name. He didn’t like discussing personal matters, and if anyone knew that, it was his friends. They all knew better than to ask too many questions. But Kirishima, with his ever-bubbly personality, wasn’t going to let this go.

“Oh, Bakugo’s been in a good mood lately,” Kirishima said, his grin widening. “In fact, I think he’s been thinking of someone.”

Bakugo immediately scowled, his body stiffening as he narrowed his eyes at Kirishima. “What the hell are you talking about, Shitty Hair?” he growled, his voice laced with warning.

“No, seriously!” Kirishima pressed, barely holding back his laughter. Like a proud mother, he siad. “He went on his first date ever, guys!”

The entire group paused. There was a beat of silence, and then the whole table erupted with laughter. It was amazing how it went the whole group scared of Bakugo to them laughing at the simplest thought of him starting to date people. It was funny, really.

“What?!” Mina’s voice was the loudest, her eyes wide as she leaned forward, hugging her stomach and basically being a hyena. “Bakugo actually went on a date?!”

“Who’s the lucky person?” Kaminari added with a playful grin.

“Wait, wait,” Sero interrupted, trying to put it together. “First date ever? Bakugo? You? Man, this is something I’ve got to hear.”

Bakugo’s face turned a shade darker, and he slammed his hand onto the table. “Shut the hell up!” he yelled, his voice thunderous. “It was just dinner, alright?! Nothing else. Don’t mess with my personal life.”

Everyone quieted down for a moment, a collective pause hanging in the air. But then—

“Wait, who was it?” Jirou asked, her curiosity piqued. She wasn't even directing the question to Bakugo, she was looking at Kirishima for an answer. “You have to tell us now, man.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Bakugo snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. “It was just dinner! I don’t need you all up in my business!”

But then the room went quiet again. Everyone at the table seemed to freeze, eyes wide in realization.

“Wait, hold on,” Mina said, her eyes widening with excitement. “Is it… Y/n?”

Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat. He was fucked. He wasn’t prepared for the surge of panic that rushed through him at the mention of her name. He couldn’t hide the slight shift in his expression as he felt his face heat up. But he quickly recovered, glaring at the group as if daring them to say anything more.

“Stop talking about it!” he growled, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “It was just dinner! Get it through your thick skulls!”

But before anyone could say another word, the door to the beer house swung open, and the familiar sound of chattering echoed from the entrance. Bakugo’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked over to the door.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath. He heard a familiar voice, all too familiar.

Walking into the beer house with the usual confidence was none other than Y/n. With Hatsume Mei But she wasn’t alone. Beside her was none other than Shinso, his hand casually resting on her shoulder as the two of them talked almost too casually together. Bakugo’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t expected this, especially not today.

She didn't hear anything, please don’t hear anything, Bakugo silently begged.

Y/n, her usual upbeat self, didn’t seem to notice the tension at the table as she greeted everyone with a cheerful “Hey, guys!” She waved, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on the group in the back.

“Hello, everyone!” Hatsume, her bright pink hair practically glowing, followed right behind Y/n and Shinso, smiling widely. She greeted the group like she did with everyone—full of energy, like nothing ever phased her.

Kirishima, always the social one, stood up. “Hey! You guys should join us! We’ve got plenty of room!”

Y/n smiled, she notice d that Bakugo was with them and felt a bit embarassad. “That'd be nice.”

As they made their way over, Bakugo’s mind raced. He couldn’t shake the image of Y/n and Shinso so close to each other. The way he was so close to her and the way his shoulder was brushing with hers... it irritated him more than he was willing to admit. He tried to focus on anything else, but he couldn’t. His eyes were fixated on them, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"Can I sit here?" Y/n looked over at Bakugo, pointing at the empty seat beside him.

Y/n and Shinso sat down beside each other, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence. The group could feel the palpable tension between Bakugo and the pair, but no one dared to speak up. It wasn’t like Bakugo to act this way, especially not with Y/n. But now, something was different. It was as if a storm was brewing, and everyone could feel it.

Mina’s eyes flickered between Bakugo and the others. “So… uh, Shinso,” she said with a teasing grin. “How’s it been going with Y/n lately? You guys have been spending a lot of time together, huh?”

Shinso raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Y/n with a smile. “Well, yeah. We’ve been hanging out quite a bit recently.”

Bakugo’s gaze darkened as he felt his hands ball into fists. Mina regretted asking. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more—the casual tone Shinso was using, or the fact that he was so comfortable with Y/n. He didn’t want to think about it, but his jealousy was starting to bubble to the surface.

“That so?” Bakugo muttered, his voice low. “You two seem real cozy.”

Y/n, sensing the tension, turned to Shinso with a smile. “Uh well, I've been working on a really complex gadget Shinso could use in his night brigades. We'd usually go out drinking at time, I invited Mei this time.” she said, completely unaware of how the simple statement made Bakugo’s blood boil.

“Drinks?” Bakugo asked, his voice full of disbelief. You never even asked him out to drink. “Well how long since you've been working on this complex whatever gadget?”

“A week or two, maybe?” Shinso shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "It kind of feels like a routine to show up to her office and ask about my gadgets."

Bakugo’s glare sharpened as he stared at Shinso. "I wasn't asking you, Mindfucker."

Everyone at the table fell into a stunned silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Shinso, for his part, didn’t seem fazed. "Are you okay?"

But Bakugo couldn’t calm down. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn’t understand why this was bothering him so much.

Y/n looked between them, confusion creeping into her expression. “Bakugo, what’s going on? Why are you—”

“It’s nothing!” Bakugo snapped, his tone harsher than he intended. He pushed his chair back with a force that made everyone flinch. “I’m going. You can all figure out your shit without me.”

With that, he stormed out of the beer house, leaving behind a stunned group of friends and an equally stunned Y/n.

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