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Hi!! So I’m a new writer and in need of new ideas like crazy :(

So I’m going to do req!

I’ll do any character just give me a basic rundown on them and where they are from so I can learn more to make it accurate 😽

I’ll do

- fluff

- angst

- attempted smut

Of course I don’t do anything like rape, incest, or along the lines of those. But please do reach out!!

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Ahhh my cutie izuku :33

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It didn't take long for y/n to realize what she felt for Izuku far surpassed the typical feelings you would have for a dear classmate.

This sentiment only seems to marinate after many months of admiring from a safe distance — behind the term 'friend' — attempting to disregard the attraction that increases day by day.

Regardless of how much she tried to hide it, at times, her infatuation appeared to control her like a puppet, making words exit her mouth before her mind could catch up.

"Deku, I don't understand this one..."

It's a blatant lie, only wanting to catch his attention, and it seems to work.

His head perks up in an instant, gaze softening slightly as he leans closer, taking a peek at her notebook — filled with erase markings and scribbles — not one ounce of judgement in his gentle look.

"Hm? If you don't mind, I can help! Let me have a look..."

Her heart quickens, fingers clenching on her pencil as she tries to stay still, focused on quieting her racing pulse, growing afraid he might hear it.

The boy becomes so immersed in explaining the equation step-by-step that he doesn't even realize just how close he's gotten; considering she can now count every pretty freckle and scar.

He gently smiles, turning to look at her.

"Do you get it now?"

Her whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve and muscle yearning to close the distance, urging herself to melt in the arms of the precious ambiance that is Izuku Midoriya.

Yet he never seemed to grasp this concept himself, always preoccupied with strict training regimens and study sessions, mentally distanced from the notion of romance.

So some days she grows bolder than others; giving him little hints to test the waters, subtle indications about the burning affection within her.

"Deku! I um— got you this... I hope you don't have it already. I saw it in the store and well—"

His face visibly lights up, scrambling up from his seat to approach her, receiving the small gift like a lively child on christmas day.

"Uwahhhh! This is the magazine with all mights latest interviews! I can't believe you managed to get a copy before it sold out! Even Kacchan couldn't get one!"

Izuku is already flipping through the pages, his awe filled gaze zeroing in on each sentence, gushing over every little thing that his mentor responded with.

Despite knowing All Might personally, it seems he'll always be a fan boy at heart; the thought makes her smile back with hidden admiration.

The way his eyes glistened with joy always had her in a trance, hence she couldn't pass up pre-ordering the item — when she saw it on a instagram post he liked — y/n just couldn't resist.

She smiles.

"I guess I got lucky, huh?"

He eagerly nods.

"Mhm! You're like a good luck charm y/n!"

She's visibly taken back, the words getting stuck in her throat, slight goosebumps peppering her skin — despite no breeze being present — unable to comprehend his random declaration.

"E-Eh?!"

He takes a few steps forward, his head still in the clouds, holding the magazine closer to his chest with pure joy.

"I mean it! It seems like whenever you're around me, good things happen!"

She shyly averts her gaze in an attempt to ignore how close he is, how close she is to just erasing the gap between them all together, wanting nothing more than to hear his endless rambles and praise.

Praise that seemed to easily leave his lips, maybe too easy, after all, she seems to be stuck in that category of 'just friends'.

A label she'd like to change for something more intimate.

"You... really think so?"

"Of course I do!"

Being friends with Izuku Midoriya makes a person question if the world is truly as cruel as they say, because the boy in front of her counters all of that.

The true embodiment of a kind soul; disguised as a mere high school student.

So she shouldn't be shocked when his popularity sky-rockets during their last year in UA, fangirls approaching him whenever given an open opportunity, leaving the boy a stuttering mess as he nervously fidgets around.

It irked her more than it should've but nonetheless, she was grateful, considering it ignited an ambitious drive inside her heart, urging her to seek him out.

Leading them to this very moment, the duo standing in front of the cherry blossom tree on campus, a cliché yet beautiful scenery of falling pink petals under the warm sun.

The curious green-haired boy looking right at her.

"So what did you want to talk about y/n?"

She gulps.

All her confidence suddenly vanishes into thin air as he tilts his head, mindlessly smiling at her, despite not knowing she's on the verge of overheating right then and there.

"Well... I have something important to tell you, if you don't mind."

He immediately nods along.

"Ah—! Okay then, I'm all ears!"

She bites the inside of her cheek, attempting to ignore her sweaty palms; embarrassingly becoming a complete bundle of nerves, right in front of the boy she's been crushing on.

A boy who she knows will treat her the same, with everlasting kindness, regardless of the outcome.

"We've known each other for quite some time and... I think you're really amazing deku... you probably don't know this but you've inspired me more to become a great hero. And if you'd let me, I-I'd want to stay by your side til then because I—"

Regardless of the forming butterflies in her stomach, y/n clenches her fist, the last remaining amount of courage fueling her drive to meet his gaze, her whole body heated with emotions.

He looks at her, a bit caught off guard, clearly not expecting the conversation to go like this, his expression completely unreadable — for once — only prolonging her anxious thoughts and hesitance.

The breeze feels cool against her skin, reminding her that it's either now or never, unable to continue hiding her feelings for the cheerful classmate any longer.

So with a deep breath, she speaks with conviction, holding firm eye contact.

"I-I really do love you Izuku!"

He's visibly taken back, eyes widening at her confession, frozen stiff for a few seconds as if contemplating their whole relationship — all the memories and laughs they've shared — to eventually relax with an oddly calm gaze and warm smile.

His cheeks barely dusted with a light pink.

"Oh— I love you too y/n! You're an amazing friend as well!"

Silence.

The girl could only stare at him with disbelief, she had almost forgotten how dense he is, despite being one of the smartest students in their class; if there's a subject Izuku Midoriya isn't too bright on — it's romance.

She saw the way he short circuits whenever a fangirl even so much as compliments him.

Which means she has to be even more clear with both him and herself.

Well, they say the second time's a charm...

"N-no that's not... I meant— agh! Izuku! What I meant to say was that— I'm in love with you!"

He blinks a few times, like his mind is unable to comprehend her statement.

Then realization seems to hit him like a brick, she could tell by his blush intensifying from a soft pink to a bright red, multiple shades deeper compared to the cherry petals falling around them.

His arms flail around as he stammers uncontrollably.

"W-what?! You're in l-l-love with me?! But why— s-since when?!"

Now it's her turn to be flustered, shyly holding her cheeks to feel the burning sensation beneath her finger tips.

"For a while now..."

"Eh?! Are you sure?! M-Maybe you're just—"

He doesn't finish his sentence, quickly shutting himself up at the sight of her condition — equally as bashful and fidgety — mirroring his own physical state.

His eyes light up at the picture perfect image, her hair flowing in the wind, petals raining down like a scene out of a cheesy rom-com, sun beaming a little too brightly to highlight the glossy look in her gaze.

It was as if the breath got sucked right out of him, unable to avert his eyes elsewhere, she was just that breathtaking.

And it was right there, where Izuku Midoriya realized that maybe... just maybe... his best friend truly has fallen in love with him.

Yet he couldn't make sense of why; how in the world he got the attention of such a beautiful girl.

Previous insecurities resurfacing to question if her feelings for him weren't just a miscalculation on her part, perhaps mistaken for something more than mere friendship but...

Izuku Midoriya may be dense, altho, not a complete fool.

The intense look in her eyes, holding more than a thousand words, gave him reassurance that she, in fact, meant what she said.

Only making him more shy as she awaits his response.

He softly mumbles.

"U-Um... then how about we go out to an arcade this weekend... just us two... uh-! I mean we don't h-have to if you don't want to I—"

Her eyes lit up at his invitation, and she suddenly couldn't resist — as if her body just moved on its own — stepping closer to peck an innocent kiss on his cheek, motivated by nothing other than pure joy.

Many months of pent up infatuation finally taking its course.

"Ah really?! I'd love to!"

He freezes.

And after a few moments, she immediately jerks back, realizing just how bold she was with that one action alone, feeling flushed at her own cheekiness.

"Oh— I'm so sorry Izuku! I didn't mean to—"

She gasps as he sees him stumble over, falling onto the vibrant plush grass, thankfully cushioning his fall — as his brain no doubt short circuits — practically melting like a puddle on the ground with a dazed expression.

The boy dramatically wounding up unconscious.

"Wahhh?! Izuku?!"

He woke up in the infirmary a few minutes later, still beyond starstruck as he attempted to answer recovery girls questions.

The older woman only gives him a comical deadpanned expression as he begins rambling on about his situation with y/n, frankly panicking about never being in a relationship before.

Already searching up 'tips to have the best first date' for future references, all while his hand remains on his cheek, right where she kissed him.

Smiling fondly at the memory, as if reminding himself that this is not a dream.

That sometimes your soulmate is your best friend, whom you hopelessly fell in love with.

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「In the night」~

Sorry if it’s bad, it’s my first time really writing ･○･

You.

Sitting in your room, sitting against a wall. Because well what else are you supposed to do while you’re crying your eyes out?

No one else was awake (Atleast that you knew of.), so you go ahead and cry without many worries.

But little did you know that someone was listening. But not completely sure on what to do, or if he should even help you.

. . .

Minutes feel like hours as you continue to cry in what you thought was a private time. Until a knock comes.

Just once, and only once.

. . .

Bakugo. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugo, what was he doing outside his classmates dorm room at, what? 2:00am?

Well he didn’t exactly know either. All he knew is that he heard crying, and ignored it at first.

Until he heard whose room it was coming from.

. . .

You get up slowly and hesitantly, unsure of who it would be outside your door at this time. Wiping away any tears you had and taking a breath.

Thoughts running through your head, “Was I too loud?”, “Who could it be?”, “Do I look okay?”, “God I hope they can’t tell I was crying..”.

And with those thoughts circulating you walk to the door, and open it just enough to where you can see who it was.

. . .

At first, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you as you stare up at Bakugo with a bewildered expression. Him back at you with a scowl. Neither breaking eye contact.

One moment passes

Then another.

Before Bakugo breaks the silence by speaking in a low tone.

. . .

“Y/n. Let me come in.”

You look up at him for another moment then nod slowly and step out of the way. Still not fully understanding what he wanted, but not in the mood to argue.

Little did you know, that he was staring at you, not of anger or anything else. But he was seeing the puffy eyes you had, slight tear still on your cheek. The small pout of your lip.

. . .

After a moment of awkwardness and getting situated in your dorm. (You on the bed, Katsuki on your chair that was not in the best condition.)

You glance back up at him and then sigh quietly.

“So.. Bakugo what did you need to come in for..?”

A moment passes by with neither of you saying nothing. Bakugo wondering what he could say to not seem like a total weirdo for coming in this late.

“..heard something come from your room. Didn’t let me sleep. So I came to see what it was.. got that..?”

“Ah.. alright. Well sorry if I was being too loud. If that’s all you wanted to say then I’ll walk you out.”

Exasperated, you stand back up with a slight hint of annoyance in your tone. I mean who comes in at 2 fucking am to tell someone they were being too loud?

And if he heard shouldn’t he have minded his own damn business!

Then.. well the unexpected happens.

. . .

Katsuki stares at you for a moment then stands up and steps closer. Of course he sucked at comforting but he definitely wasn’t going to let this pass by without a word.

Not when you were crying.

“Why were you crying? And didn’t even try to say you weren’t.”

Leaning down to look at you better, then hesitating slightly as he put his hand on your chin and tilt it up.

Not wanting you to look away and even try to lie.

. . .

To say you were surprised would be an understatement.

Since when did Bakugo care about you? And why was he so insistent on knowing? (Although you’d never admit it, it was nice to know he cared this much.)

“Why do you want to know Bakugo? To use it against me?”

“No! ..No. I’m not going to use something like that against you. Just tell me idiot.”

Damn it, when he says it like that it’s hard to say no.

..well not really. But when it comes to Bakugo why would you say no? Especially since he never cares this much for anyone.

. . .

“Fine.. I just.. was feeling overwhelmed okay? Now can you at least let go of me?”

You shuffle a bit under his gaze, and touch. Glancing away for a moment then glaring weakly at him.

Tears beginning to well up once again (without your permission, how rude.)

Then once again, Katsuki surprises you.

How?

By pulling you into a hug.

. . .

What?

It takes you a moment to comprehend what is happening. But you don’t get much time to think about it before he speaks again.

“Come to me next time idiot.. I don’t care if you’re scared of me or some bullshit like that. I don’t want you to be upset like that alone.”

A beat of silence is there before the tears flow freely. (How you held back this long, I don’t really know.)

Lowering your head to his chest and slowly gripping the back of his shirt is almost an instinct you didn’t know you had.

This never happened, not between you and Bakugo. But you weren’t going to let it end now.

Not when you needed it this badly.

And unbeknownst to you, he did too.

. . .

Thank you for reading my first real post, I hope to get better over time! Please send me any advice if you feel like I need it ^^

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Save me I love him

Room For You

Summary: the bigger they are, the harder they fall and Meian Shugo is the biggest man you know. Your paths may have diverged seven years ago, but present day finds you two in a serendipitous, four day romance.

Pairing: Meian Shugo x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: exes to lovers; fluff w/ angst; fluff ending; grumpy, adorable Meian; two minor mentions of alcohol

A/n: repost from the old blog for anon <3; still remember me posting this in the parking lot back then, scrambling to make a summary before i had to conduct some interviews. wild and a v long time ago.

You fell in love with a gangly man whose dreams were as high as he was tall. You shared with him yours and he held out his palm for you to take. A partnership, he offered, where your dreams would be held at the same pedestal as his. He held his dreams so high they flew, and along with it, yours did too. Though his flew like a plane with a destination; yours drifted like a balloon, bobbing further and further until it was just a speck in blue sky. Decisions fell upon your lap like seeds of dandelions clinging to your clothes. You fell silent, closed your mouth, because this was his dream, not yours. You shared the same path, attached together by the feet rather than the hip, became his shadow rather than his partner. When you realized that, you knew the only escape was to sever the ties that still clung to your toes. These were no longer your dreams. Yours escaped you long ago.

Meian’s tired. He’s so goddamn tired. The idea of home has had quite the appeal to him as of late, but in a rather unfortunate happenstance, Meian is bound by duty to dawdle here in faux bliss as a member of the groom party.

“Surprised you didn’t bring a date to this,” his fellow middle blocker and man of the hour claps a heavy hand at his shoulder. Meian gives a mixture of a scoff and cynical snort as he brings a crystal glass of brown liquid to his lips. He contemplates the scene before him – a beautiful garden wedding composed of tea lights and daydreams filled with the sweet, citrusy scent of peonies. It’s beautiful.

And it makes him want to go home.

“You know I wouldn’t want some random person ruining your wedding photos.” Meian finally turns to face Adriah who now holds a look of pity for him.

He’s also rather tired of these conversations and the pitiful looks followed with words that are meant to make him feel better but do the exact opposite. He is quite aware of his ripe age of twenty-nine, reminded weekly by his mother’s offhand remarks of never being a grandmother. Adriah knows of his exasperation and says nothing, gives him a rather unconvincing nod, and then makes his way over to his now wife.

It’s not like Meian is lacking options in the dating pool; he is a professional athlete after all. It’s more so the dating pool is lacking substance. The blossoming marriage his teammate has and the few weddings he’s attended lately remind him of what he’s actually looking for: a partnership. Anyone can cheer for him courtside. Anyone can latch onto his arm for an indulgent evening of champagne and networking. Meian wants someone to brush his teeth with, walk down the grocery aisles with while he pushes the cart. He wants to share a life with someone. He wants a photo album, not snapshots for an article.

Finding love at an older age is much harder than it used to be. He knows what he wants, has a curated list of likes, dislikes, and deal breakers. Having gained a couple years of life experience under his belt has made Meian more self-assured in his desires as he’s already made all the mistakes. So the pool becomes shallow and just like many other things, Meian is tired of wading in the water.

Meian’s been tired since eight in the morning when he saw Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata early for practice and already peppering balls across the court. He remembers how it feels to be young and consumed by volleyball just like them – living it, sticking to it like hot skin and leather seats.

Tremendously aware that he’s not as young as he used to be, Meian is glad that he has teammates to remind him of his passion for the sport. The rookie years are long behind him but he’s promised himself that he will keep playing until the game is no longer fun. It is. It’s still fun, but just a little more exhausting. Rather than feeling like oak, like the foundation that a captain should be, Meian feels like bamboo. Swaying in the wind, his will bends at the eighth lap when there are still two more to go. He’s not quite sure when he started feeling this way. A guess of his is that it’s been a culmination of things: his mother’s reminders, the recent weddings, the lousy dates. It feels like he’s lost his shadow. Life is all the same, but there’s a piece of him missing.

So when he passes by a figure in the convenience store, he convinces himself he’s hallucinating. You’re just a mirage, he reasons, even though  you look exactly like he remembers. Meian has to rub the weariness from his eyes. It’s the way your smile crooks to the right and the way your fingers play with the edge of your wallet while you talk to the clerk because you could never keep still.

Then you laugh. You’re real he realizes,  because in the seven years he hasn’t seen you, his mind has never been able to emulate the sonorous warmth of your giggles.

He’s tried.

And he’s failed. Many, many times.

Suddenly, with a fond aching in his chest, Meian is consciously aware of the weight of gravity like an itchy tag scratching the back of his neck. It beckons his feet forward, draws him toward you. Meian calls your name and you circle back with question in your eyes until they fall on him. An appraisal, your lips turn quickly back into that lopsided smile.

“Shugo.” It sounds breathless, bound by surprise and Meian reads mirth laced with it. He’s happy you call him by his first name, like seven years have not passed since you’d seen him.

You completely forego your change and Meian inwardly laughs at the way the clerk shrugs and leaves it on the counter. He hopes it wasn’t a lot but the thought is fleeting when he watches you step towards him. It reminds him to reciprocate, something he failed to do before, and he eagerly walks his way to embrace you with a familiarity that never quite left him.

“Oh wow,” You laugh in disbelief. “I can’t believe it!”

He chuckles too. How can he not when you, the only ex he ever misses, stands before him. “Me neither.”

You let go of the hug before he does but your hands push at his shoulders. Meian takes the chance to leave his around your waist because he’s not ready to let go. Not just yet. Not when you’ve finally back into his arms.

You give him a once over and admire what time has done to his physicality. “Volleyball has been good to you.”

“Tell that to my shoulders.” He finally lets go to lift up his left sleeve, revealing athletic tape underneath. Meian rolls his arm back to stretch and watches as your face contorts in worry. It pinches his heart at the thought that you might even worry about him in the slightest bit.

“Just getting old you know?” He says to you before you can voice your concern. The smirk across his face sends the message that he’s joking and you fall for it.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle into your hand. His eyes soften at the old habit he really wishes you broke. He always told you how much he loved seeing you smile. His hands make fists to fight the urge to slap the offending appendage like he used to. “If you’re old then I’m old and I refuse to believe it.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-two.” Meian’s flirting. He knows this. You know this too with the way you immediately stopped your tittering to pout and glare at him at the same time. That’s new. You’d never done that before but it’s adorable.

“You’re just saying that.”

“Not just saying it. You look exactly how I remember.”

Perfect. Beautiful. The words are on the tip of his tongue, patiently waiting to dive into the air in hopes it lands straight into your heart. Things are different now, he has to remind himself. He can’t say words like that so brazenly anymore.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Bashfulness follows your words because you stick your tongue out at him. You toe with a crack in the tiles and trade the plastic bag in your right hand to your left. A loaf of bread and fruit peek out with two prepackaged bentos.

“What are you doing here?”

You take a glance at your goods, “We’re making fruit sandwiches tomorrow.”

“For your students!” Meian’s overeager because he knows how much you wanted to be a teacher.

“Yup!’ You nod, enthused, and his chest swelss knowing you’ve achieved your passion. You left him to pursue it, because his dreams were hindering yours. Even though it hurt him before, he can’t help but twist his memory with nostalgic bliss. Seeing you now, he knows you made the right choice. It suits you. “It’s a fun project for a math lesson.”

The two bentos though are what bug him. “Are you on your way to have dinner with your boyfriend?”

Meian made sure to check for a ring on your finger. Without finding one, he can only confirm you don’t have a different kind of significant other only by asking. Though he is not confident enough to be so upfront about it. His feet feel listless waiting for your answer until you fold over and begin convulsing in laughter. You’re slapping your knee and the infectious nature of it all makes him chuckle, if not only out of nervousness.

“Here I thought you’d grown to be this cool, suave guy.” You finally tell him after you recollect yourself. “But that’s how you’re going to ask me if I’m dating?”

The thought makes you laugh again and it makes Meian laugh too, earnestly this time. “You caught me. A little embarrassing now that I think about it.”

“Just a little.” Cheeky. “But it’s cute.”

Why does he feel so happy being called cute? Who calls a six foot five pro athlete cute?

“But no, I’m not dating. I’ve got a pretty busy day tomorrow so one bento is for dinner and the other is for breakfast.” As if suddenly remembering, you take a glance at your watch. “Speaking of which, I do have to get home now.”

“Give me your number?” It blurts out quickly like a hook trying to reel you back in, “Please? I’d love to catch up with you.”

In those seconds he’s waiting for an answer, Meian feels anxious, excited, restless, eager. A cocktail of emotions, but he realizes, he doesn’t feel tired.

“Hello?”

Meian can’t help but smile at the sound of your voice.Texts have been swapped but nothing beats actually speaking to you. “Hey.”

“What can I do for you, Shugo?”

There’s his name again. He short circuits like a quick flicker of light.

“I—“ He starts until he realizes that he’s not quite sure why he called you to begin with. He just knew he had to the moment he started his day, planned it all out so that he could. “You told me your break is at 12:30 right? I ran practice a little longer so I could call you.”

Meian wants to blame his winded words on the squat jumps he just finished completing not even ten minutes ago. But this breathlessness feels different. Like walking a fine, tight rope – a singular focus on you, everything about you, and the way your breath hitches that he forgets his own.

There’s a screech of a chair from your side of the phone, “You’re calling me during your break?”

It’s the way you sound bewildered that has Meian reeling. Shit, he really fucked up now. He used to do this all the time back then, only think about his needs and put them before yours. “Fuck. You’re busy aren’t you? I just figured I would call you since I was free. I just wanted to hear your voice, I think.”

Silence follows and the ache in his chest develops. Words fly out of his mouth in stammers hoping that somehow he could relieve the pressure. “Fuck, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. Shit, fuck. It’s just easy to talk to you like that since we dated you know? But fuck, that doesn’t make it okay.”

A stillness.

“Say something, won’t you?”

“It’s good to hear your voice, Shugo.” And just like that, warmth blooms and replaces fear. “I’ve missed yours too.”

“Nice.” He’s grinning and happy none of his teammates are present to witness it.

“You just surprised me is all. You’d never call me while you were at practice before.”

“Yeah, I don’t—“ Meian plays with the edges of his locker. The cold metal chills his overheated skin. “I don’t know why I never did.”

“It’s okay.” There’s scuffling through the phone and Meian presses a button to increase the volume. “I like that you’re calling me now.”

You don’t see him, but he hopes you can hear how comfortable he is now. How with just a couple of words, you’ve eased his anxiety. “So how’s your day been? How are the kids?”

“They behaved today. How about your kids, Mr. Team Captain?”

Meian kicks his feet underneath him as he gives out a gravelly chuckle. The shit-eating grin of his makes his cheeks hurt and the warmth in his stomach travels to his head and makes him woozy, but he can’t help it at all. Nor does he mind it either. “Kids were kind of mad that they had to eat lunch an hour later.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“It was worth it.”

Just like that, Meian feels nineteen again, lying on his belly in his childhood bedroom. It’s where he spent hours talking to you and dreaming up the future to the sound of your breath when you’d fall asleep. He feels impossibly light and invincible.

Meian wonders how he even lived without you for seven years. Now that he’s seen you again, it takes all of him to not latch onto your side. His love feels like yolk. With just the sound of your laughter and a pinprick of your touch does the richness finally ebb out; it oozes ever so slowly, but irreversible all the same.

“Shugo,” you softly uttered and Meian remembers shuddering like ice running down his back. Just from the tone, he knew he wouldn’t like where this conversation was going. His heart was caught in his throat at the anticipation of your next words. “I don’t think we should keep seeing each other.”

“Be clear.” Meian wanted to take the words back right after he said them, but like an arrow, the trajectory could not be changed. “Say what you actually want.”

You flinched at his tone. You hadn’t gotten used to him yet, this newer version he was finding within himself. Admittedly, he was dorky when he met you with limbs he hadn’t grown into yet, but he had matured into a confident man thanks to pro volleyball. He learned how to carry himself in a room and became a man you could rely on. Somehow, that only solidified your choice even further.

“We should break up.”

Meian snarled at the floor of your shared apartment of two years. You had moved in with him when you were both twenty, in the middle of his rookie years and your college ones. He’d built his life here, revolving around you and your futures. The bed you shared was bought by one of his first wins as part of the starting lineup. Your books laid a mess along with sports magazines that he featured in. This was your future. Why were you throwing this all away?

“And for what reason?” He couldn’t stop himself from being so gruff because he felt like he was losing everything.

You paused and Meian could tell you really wished he hadn’t asked, but he had to know. “I don’t want this future for me.”

You really knew how to break his heart. And as if he released a dam, words flowed freely from your mouth.

“I promised myself I’d never let anyone get in the way of my dreams. I want to be a teacher and I want to do it the right way. That means pouring my heart out for those kids and I can’t do that with you. Not when I’m worrying for you, waiting up for you, not when my life revolves around you.”

It was clear then, how this future had been his all along. As you stood on the rug he bought, sat on furniture he chose, and he owned a phone filled with unread messages from you that he was always too busy (truthfully more annoyed than anything) to even acknowledge. He understood that it was only right to let you go.

Meian has absolutely no idea what he’s doing outside your home, a place he’s never even been to until now – at midnight even. With the look on your face, you’re equally just as perplexed as he is. He feels as though the last few hours have been a fever dream. His mind, running on instinct, called you hoping you’d pick up, hoping you were free, hoping you’d let him see you. It’s only been four days since you’ve reunited, but he knows regardless, that you’re the answer.

You must have heard the desperation in his voice because slight hesitation was replaced by a worried sigh and an uttering of your address.

Meian’s been feeling rather helpless and he knows that it’s neither new nor profound, but the silence of his home that once brought him comfort after a long day no longer suffices. Instead, the quiet mocks him as a perfect medium for self-destructive thoughts. You calm his storm. You, by just being, by just acknowledging his existence, alleviate this heavy weight he’s accumulated upon his shoulders. Meian ignores the way you widen your door for him to come inside and instead, takes shaky steps to lean his cheek against the top of your head while his large hands softly trace the curve of your sides.

In an instant, Meian feels at peace. All his worries, all the negativity within him, seem frivolous at your touch.

Your hands find the expanse of his back without hesitation. It makes him grateful that he hasn’t scared you away with his unorthodox tendencies. Your doodling fingers accompanied with the steady chirping of crickets brings him a calmness that Meian’s been missing lately.

Time passes unknowingly, content with staying in place, because just like his worries, the world drifts away in your arms. You on the other hand, don’t find that idea appealing with the way you try and push up his elbows.

“Come on,” a gentle pat, “I need to close the door.”

Meian doesn’t want to let go. He slinks even further when you turn around, pulling your back against his chest. When you lock the door, you tap at his arm again and turn in his embrace. He refuses to make eye contact in fear of what you’d read in them, instead, diverting his head into the crook of your neck, finding shelter in the scent of your hair.

With a sigh, “You want to talk about it?”

Your voice tastes tannin. It leaves his mouth dry and stomach warm, exactly like wine.

He takes a minute to respond, “I’m tired.”

“So why don’t you go lay down on my couch?”

“No,” This, he’s certain. “Just want to hold you.”

It doesn’t sound like much, but for Meian, it’s everything. It’s all he needs. When you nod your head in return, Meian indulges even further – holds you tighter that the muscles in his arms feel like they could burst. Eventually Meian feels the sway of your footsteps that, in the darkness, leads him to your couch. He topples over you in graceless movements. Though his legs hang off the edge, the proximity of you against him makes it the coziest he’s ever been. It allows him to be enveloped in your scent that suddenly reminds him of home. Realizing now that he’d lost his sense of place, in your presence, he feels like he’s found something long forgotten. Like a key locking into place.

“Our team lost.” Meian finally admits. “Our fourth time in a row. The team was looking at me during our post-game meeting and I don’t know.”

It takes a shaky breath for him to continue. “I just felt like shit. A shit captain. A shit volleyball player. And I know they needed someone to tell them it’s going to be okay. But so do I. It doesn’t feel okay. It feels like shit and I just want someone to tell me it will be okay again.”

There’s a tightness at his chest. This time it’s warm because it’s you pulling him in. “It’s going to be okay. I’m so proud of you, you know? I’m really proud to see the man you’ve become.”

It’s the kiss you place at his temple that makes Meian want to break down.

“Fuck,” He turns his face towards you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and he clarifies, “Now I just remember how shit of a boyfriend I was too. Fuck, you’re too good to me. Sorry I wasn’t enough for you.”

You freeze under him. He knows you’re not ready for this, and to be honest, he isn’t either. Meian wants nothing else but to find comfort in your arms. Everything feels so familiar, but not enough. Like he’s caught halfway between a nightmare and a dream. He lifts himself up onto his elbows, one on each side of you as he straddles your smaller frame in the darkness. Eyes find yours quickly with the help of the moonlight from a crack in the curtains of your balcony and you hold them. It’s hypnotic the way he can’t blink under your gaze and the way his breathing has timed itself to match yours. Your expression is a perfect mixture of turmoil and longing that most likely mimics his own. Without even thinking, Meian brings a palm to cup your cheek in the only way he knows how to soothe you. When you reach for his hand, a soft caress into his touch with fear still apparent on your face, Meian sees you. He sees how you forego your own worries in preference of him.

“I’m different now.” He promises. “I saw you in that convenience store and I fell in love with you. Like I never stopped.”

He hopes the warmth of his words envelope you just as much as his palm. “I want to prove it to you. Give me another chance and I promise I’ll show you. I’ll be enough.”

“Okay.” Your voice is soft, a whisper in the wind, but it’s all the confirmation Meian needs.

In the darkness, where there are no shadows, you finally feel like his partner.

Meian is still tired after practice, but the thought of coming home to you revitalizes him. It was an impulse decision, moving in just one month after getting together, but it was the best choice he’s ever made. There’s a growing scrapbook on the coffee table and two toothbrushes in the bathroom sink. The boys make fun of the way he immediately cuts off practice at 6pm on the dot. Where he would linger, he now prefers to rush home to more important things.

You never asked him to replace his love for volleyball with you. You never competed for it, but as Meian heads out of the gym without a shower at 6:06pm, he realizes there has always been room for more in his life. It just has to be you.

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I’m dex, or del, either is fine. I’m new at writing and just want to do this for fun or anytime I’m free! So please do reach out (I love talking to people ^^)

Bakugo Katsuki That name sounded so foreign but so familiar at the same time. A man who didn’t exist, yet took up most of my mind and heart. I mean who wouldn’t love him?

- he’s hot

- blonde (I love blondes.)

- anger issues

- muscular as HELL

- his ambition for being number 1 (so hot)

Anyway, if I ever post it’s going to be about bakugo and other mha characters (mostly guys but I’ll try my hand at girls!!)

Please give me tips on what to write, or like how to actually write a compelling story. (Thank you :D)

Dex out (coolly rolls away)

(If I do write y/n stories it will have to be requested for the gender and any other specifics you want!!)

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KIRII :333

the jock and the nerd e. kirishima

Jock! Kirishima and his nerdy girlfriend, a little apology for the drabble where Kirishima died, this one is purely and entirely fluffy!!

Jock!Kiri who loves his girlfriend, even though she might be a bit nerdy. If anything, that makes her even more endearing in his eyes. He loves the way she rambles and how her eyes light up when he mentions her interests.

Jock!Kiri who makes sure his girlfriend comes to all his games. He wants her sitting in the front row with his number on her face and jersey on her torso, letting everyone know they were together. Even better if you're screaming his name, but he gets it if you're too shy to do that.

Jock!Kiri who loves you with his entire heart and makes sure you know that. He's constantly complimenting you and if he's in the same room as you he's ALL OVER YOU. He can't help it, he just needs to have his hands all over you!

Jock!Kiri who always comes to you when he needs help studying for something. He makes it a whole thing. He brings snacks and flowers and he's sitting so close you can feel the heat of his body while you guys study.

Jock!Kiri who brings you small gifts constantly that remind him of you. He gives them to you with a small smile and a blush on his cheeks, like he was afraid you would reject him and the gifts.

Jock!Kiri who is the definition of a gentle giant. He's pretty tall and absolutely JACKED, but he has the sweetest soul and would never hurt a living creature.

Jock!Kiri who is the best boyfriend in the entire world <3

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Need this

seeing how katsuki reacts when you call him bakugo

katsuki was a name people close to him could call him, like his mother, father, and you. others called him bakugo, his last name, as it was a sign of respect. he didn’t let most people get close enough to him to call him katsuki, but you were one of the people who managed to pass that line.

he eventually liked how his name sounded coming from your mouth, and preferred you calling him his first name rather than last, however, he would never admit it.

nicknames were fine for him too. he wasn’t bothered by his best friend, eijiro, calling him bakubro and explosion boy because he was comfortable with him, but his first name was reserved for you. you were the only one who could call him pet names, and again, he loved hearing nicknames come from your mouth, even if they were stupid.

like when you would pamper him, try to embarrass him by peppering his face in kissing while muttering ‘my little angel!’ he would pretend to be angry, rolling his eyes and frowning. he knew damn well he wasn’t an angel, but still loved it when you called him that. his heart would warm whenever you would call him kats, baby, honey.

you could always see what an effect you had on him when you called him nicknames, so eventually, you tried to test something out. how would katsuki react if you called him bakugo instead?

during break, you visited his house again because his parents invited you over for dinner. he immediately led you upstairs after you greeted his parents. katsuki’s room at his house was adorable, full of posters, books, and some all might figures on his desk.

so when he played video games while talking to you, you were in the middle of a conversation when you remembered your plan.

you asked, “y’know mineta was being a creep to mina the other day?”

he chuckled, laying on his bed next to you, “you want me to beat his ass?”

“i wouldn’t mind seeing that,” you laughed before staying silent.

a moment paused, but you groaned, “bakugo, i got a bad grade on my history test and i want to send an email to the teacher but i don’t know what to say!”

his hand stopped moving on his controller and the screen read ‘paused’ in big letters. his face was blank, but he side eyed you.

he glared, “what?”

you decided to take a step further by repeating yourself, “i said i got a bad grade on my test so i want to email the history teacher.”

he stayed silent for a second before staring at you, face to face. he mumbled, “the fuck did you call me bakugo for?”

no baby, no honey, no kats, not even katsuki. just his last name.

it didn’t make him feel good inside, made his heart drop. did he do something wrong?

you shrugged, “what’s wrong with it?”

he averted his gaze, softly stating, “don’t call me that,” he paused, “it has to be one of your dumb nicknames or katsuki, not bakugo.” he stared directly into your eyes with a serious face, “don’t call me that again, please.”

you paused, looking up at him before giggling, “it was a joke, katsuki! you know i’d never seriously call you bakugo, are you crazy?”

he reacted like his was extremely bothered.

he exhaled and frowned, huffing, “yeah i knew that,” he paused, letting out a fake laugh, “‘m not stupid…”

“you fell for it, kats!”

“the hell i did!”

feel like he would only let his partner and parents call him katsuki idk

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I love angry guys w a soft side 😞

First time calling him Katsuki.

Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader

Summary: after finals all Katsuki wants to do is cuddle.

When you first got with Bakugou you thought he wasn’t the cuddling type. You thought he hated affection and anything on the lines of it. Oh did he prove you wrong.

It was a Saturday afternoon and the dorms were far from quiet. Finals had just finished and everyone was having a day to just relax and unwind from the chaotic week.

While you and some of the 1-A girls were hanging out it clicked in your head that your hot-headed boyfriend wasn’t in the commons.

“Hey has anyone seen Bakugou?” You inquired your peers in hopes they’d have some sort of clue on where he could be.

“Nah, I think he’s still in his room” Kirishima peaked over the couch as you walked around still darting your eyes around.

“Hm.. okay..” you trailed off making the decision that you would check his room. Sure enough, when you knocked on his door you could hear a faint grumble.

“What do you- oh hey..” he opened the door with force unknown to the fact it was you at the door.

“Hey I was just wondering where you were” You gave him a soft smile, watching as he looked down to your lips and back up to your eyes. This move going unnoticed by you.

“Whatever.” He scoffed and grabbed your hand hurrying you into his room.

Once he closed the door you noticed his room a bit unorganized which seemed very unlike him, but before you could make any sense of this he picked you up and laid you on his bed with a slight thump. Which was continued by all his body weight against you.

“Baku-gou…” you said in a breathy tone as his weight crushed you.

“Don’t call me that.” He sneered into your chest.

“Huh?” You said not knowing what you should do in this situation.

“Don’t call me that..” he said again in a deeper tone.

“What should I call you then?” You mentally laughed at the question you were asking him.

“My name.” He said, like it was even a question.

“Katsuki?” You said in a soft tone which made him burry his face more and more into your chest.

It made your face warm up but at that point it wasn’t what you were thinking about. It was how he had his arms wrapped around you, not in a possessive way. His hold on you was sweet and caring. Something you weren’t expecting from him.

You knew he liked you, but you weren’t sure if he loved you.

You returned his embrace and hugged him back, if not tighter. Katsuki wasn’t very affectionate so him voluntarily cuddling you made you wanna eat every part of this up.

He sighed, feeling almost relieved at your touch. He didn’t quite grasp how stressful the past week had been until he was in your arms. He didn’t have to do anything besides hug you back. Finally, he could relax.

That day you found out that Katsuki and Bakugou were two different people. Katsuki was soft, caring and affectionate in a silent way and Bakugou was a hot head who was extremely opinionated. Though it seemed he had two alter-egos, he was still your boyfriend that you cared deeply for. Even loved.

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SAVING FOR ME 😽

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cw: porn. nsfw minors dni. [Blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers}

⸝⸝ Playing with his pretty dick after he comes home.

⸝⸝ his sweet virgin girlfriend tells him he can't take her V card so he decides to do this instead

⸝⸝ Filling you up because you look so hot with his cum dripping out

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⸝⸝ letting him rearrange your inside in the backseat where everyone can see who you belong to

⸝⸝ Ruining your cute little panties

⸝⸝ spanking you

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⸝⸝ He finally gives you what you want after being needy all day

⸝⸝ He doesn't realize how thick is cock is

⸝⸝ Playing with your pussy because he found out you have a hand fetish

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A/n: something new

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RAGHH

Fantasies / (t.shigaraki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : Male masturbation. Thats it. Tomura jacks it.

Tomura really can’t help himself, he’s tried, god he’s tried to stop himself but he’s going fucking feral at this point.

It was totally your fault. Yea. Yea that’s right, you stood too close to him today, he got a whiff of your perfume and now here he was, furiously rutting his hand against his cock like a horny teenager. But fuck he really can’t help it. You smelt so good and shit your hair looked so nice, and your outfit…

“Oh Tomura.” Your voice would be sweet and soft as you’d coo at him. Tomura could see it now, clear as day, you’d grin at him with those pretty eyes and lick down his chest.

Tomura could feel his cock twitch in his hands and he shuddered, chewing on his lips. Fuck, the thought of you was driving him insane, he was going insane. 

“Ah ah… focus on me…” you would dip your head down and kiss the tip of his cock lovingly, licking on his tip. Tomura would jolt, the mere sensation of your tongue on his sensitive cockhead would make his head spin.

And then you’d lean down and take him fully into your mouth and-

Tomura shuddered, cock twitching as he came, his cum dripping off his chest as a slew of curses spilled from his chapped lips.

Shit.

He still couldn’t hold out long enough to finish his fantasy…

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I’m sorry he’s just so cutie

His favorite things

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You’re just the sweetest! His favorite pastime is when you kiss him all over his face just some short pecks (and maybe a deeper kiss after all of those!)

Loves doing arts and crafts with you! Like candle painting or making slime together

Walks walks walks. Is another thing he enjoys with you the nice fresh breeze just you two walking around no distractions and no destination in mind

Another favorite is when you run your hands through his hair he melts at your touch your soft whispers. You delicate touch he is sooooo wiped!!!

ꨄsuggestive ꨄ he loves when you where those matching pj set with the tank top and little boy boxers he loves the way they hug your legs and whenever it’s cold he can see your nipples get hard .

He kisses your neck whispering sweet nothings into your ear just to see how hard you’re nipples get your just so cute he can’t help it:((

When he sees you walk around in those shorts he adjusts his sweat so he won’t look like a pervert:/ when you lay down on you stomach with your legs up kicking back and forth he see your perfect ass how lucky is he.

He lays you down on the couch pulling down your pretty shorts kiss between your thighs enjoy your smell leaving little hickys and kisses. Your hands through his hair calling out his name looking down at him. God that was his favorite thing ʚɞ

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I love him

you can't sleep. you really tried, but you're too aware of the body next to you and that body's warmth against your face.

katsuki's been your best friends for as long as you could remember, this was normal. he'd been sleeping over at your house for years when you were younger, it was only normal for you him to sleep at your place now. of course, of course.

but what you hadn't planned out was the fact that you couldn't sleep tonight, so when you blink one eye-then a second one open to look at him, you're not very surprised to see he's fast asleep. he’s always been a stickler to his bedtime.

and you're not very surprised to see how gorgeous he is. he’s always been a pretty boy after all.

katsuki's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and you've been in love with him just as long.

he looks so pretty like this. peaceful and asleep and breathing so softly, so relaxed. you wonder what he dreams about. he probably dreams about blowing up sheep instead of counting them, the thought makes you snicker quietly.

"you sound creepy giggling to yourself like that."

you jump, the surprised little noise you let out makes him smile, still with his eyes closed. so, so pretty. in the most asshole-ish way.

"you're awake ?!" you don't know why you insist on whispering.

"obviously." you don't know why katsuki bothers on whispering either.

"what does that mean ?"

"means how the fuck am i supposed to sleep with you breathing heavy like that ? you snore loud."

you shove at his shoulder and his eyes snap open so you really get to look at him while he laughs at you. you hate him, and fuck does he look pretty. he shoves you back and you land on your back dramatically, huffing up at your ceiling.

"go back to your own house then, loser. you don't have to keep squatting at my house." you cross your arms under your blanket.

katsuki scoffs, he knocks your leg with his under the blanket when he’s had enough of you ignoring him and when that doesn't work he tugs the sheets to pull them closer to him. just to piss you off, cus he can. you groan, tugging and pulling, trying to get away from the cold air. screw his stupid pro hero muscles.

to your surprise, katsuki pulls you closer the moment he gets the opportunity. you lay stunned in his arms, an awkward sound dies inside your throat. he yawns, making himself more comfortable.

"i'm not squatting nowhere. you're the one that let's me in here all the time." with that comeback, it's obvious you've been friends for way too long.

friends, huh.

you make yourself comfy in his arms, despite yourself. " so it's all my own fault is what you're saying."

"yup," your best friend responds without missing a beat "glad you put two in two together so quick." katsuki hisses when you pinch his back and pinches yours in retaliation. but he doesn't allow you to go any further, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

"besides, i bet it comes in pretty handy for you, your creepy ass gets to watch me sleep." you stiffen a bit in his hold but relax quickly, you cover your surprise with a scoff.

"get over yourself, please." you spit "nobody in the world sucks your dick harder than you do."

katsuki clicks his teeth when you giggle at your own joke. "shut up." is all he manages, you laugh harder and katsuki pokes a finger in the back of your neck to make you squeak.

"it has nothing to do with you, i just couldn't sleep." you explain, yawning at the end of your sentence. your nose picks up the scent of his nape and you quickly look away. katsuki hums almost to himself, he shoves a harsh palm behind your head and pushes it closer to the warmth of his chest.

“close your eyes then.” he says it so easily you scoff.

“oh that’s genius! why didn’t i think of that ?” you hum sarcastically. katsuki chuckles lowly, unsurprised. he pinches your side again.

“smart ass.” he settles, and it’s quiet again. but you find that snuggling close to him like this makes your eyelids a bit heavier. you hope he doesn’t notice how your arms slowly creep up to his side to settle there, but you doubt it considering the quiet breath he draws in as soon as you do.

“ ‘s somethin’ keeping you up then ?” you don’t know why he’s insisted on whispering again.

you you want to say, “just..stuff.” you whisper back. “i’m surprised you’re still awake, though. considering you zonk out at like—six.”

“no i don’t, you fuckin’ liar. m’not a fuckin’ grade schooler.” katsuki snaps. you giggle, knowing your next words will absolutely piss him off.

“right, my bad..seven then.”

katsuki doesn’t respond and instead decides to use all his might to try and crush your spine, squeezing you tight, oh so tightly between those huge pro hero muscles as you shriek and wheeze out puffs of laughter. he stops after you claw at him some, muttering a quiet “fuckin’ brat.” under his breath. “stop dodgin’ my question, hate when you do that.”

you sigh as he loosens his grip, feeling your heart pounding. katsuki had been your best friend for years, and you’d loved him since forever, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell him. you’d been thinking about this for years now. you could do this !

and when you look up he’s already looking down at you and that’s when you decide…

nope ! you always had tomorrow !

(except in your field, tomorrow is never guaranteed, but you decide to not think about that too hard right now.)

“no, it’s nothing. honest.” you smile to yourself when you hear your katsuki scoff in response. you tuck yourself into his chest selfishly “why we’re you up anyway ?”

“..couldn’t fall asleep either, i guess.” he responds, clearing his throat.

“something keeping you awake, then ?” you parrot. but he doesn’t laugh like you expect or even roll his eyes.

he looks off into space for a few seconds and then back at you, like he’d done before. katsuki had always been a phenomenon that managed to grab—to steal would be a better choice of words—anybody’s attention. he didn’t ask for you to pay attention to him, he’d always commanded it. that’s how you ended up being his friend all those years ago and that’s certainly how you ended up here.

he’s the one looking down at you, searching for you yet you feel like you’d always be drawn to him no matter what.

“just…stuff.” he parrots. he’s still staring so intently. so pretty.

“what stuff ?” you insist, your eyes itch a bit because you don’t want to blink yet, you don’t want to miss his eyes yet.

katsuki squints, you don’t know if he doesn’t want to blink either or if he thinks this is a competition.

“you stuff.”

and that makes you blink, you catch his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. clearly, he thinks he’s won.

“..me stuff ?”

he has the nerve to roll his eyes. his arms around you squeeze “you’re on my mind, shit stain.”

and despite his rude nickname, despite the way your nose scrunches at him your heart throbs and beats so hard you feel it in the tips of your fingers. you grip the material of his shirt to try and keep a semblance of composure.

“so…i’m keeping you awake then ?”

“took you a while to figure that one out.” he sasses, obviously embarrassed he looks away. you take the opportunity to press a giddy kiss to his cheek, right on top of his scar.

you pull back just enough to see how his eyes widen, it’s his turn to grip onto you now.

“what a coincidence, i’ve been thinking about the same thing.”

it’s completely quiet for a moment. katsuki slowly blinks at you as he computes what just happened.

“...you’ve been thinkin’ about yourself?”

“about you, you absolute doofus—!” your laughter is cut off by your best friend eagerly pressing his lips to yours.

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RSHHHHH

boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo

texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11

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HES SO CUTE

Literally bf material like cmon guys 😞😞💍

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CUTIES :33

“Stolen Words, Stolen kisses”

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You set your phone down on Bakugo’s desk, hitting record without him noticing.

“Katsuki, tell me what happened in training today,” you prompted sweetly, sitting cross-legged on his bed.

He, of course, took the bait immediately.

“Tch, stupid extras kept gettin’ in my way—Deku wouldn’t shut the hell up about ‘strategies’ and ‘working together’ like I don’t already know how to—”

You leaned in and kissed him mid-sentence.

And that’s when it happened.

His entire body tensed.

His voice died in his throat.

The second your lips touched his, you felt the way he froze, his breath hitching like his brain had completely short-circuited. His hands, which were resting on his thighs, curled into fists, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants.

You pulled away slowly, watching him with a smug little smile.

His eyes were wide, his ears were bright red, and his mouth was still slightly parted—like he wanted to finish his sentence, but his brain refused to function.

You tilted your head, barely able to contain your giggles. “Go on,” you teased, your voice soft and sweet. “What were you saying?”

His crimson eyes snapped to you.

Oh.

Oh, that look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine.

It wasn’t just shock anymore. No—this was something else.

Something intense.

Something hungry.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His voice was lower, rougher, but not angry.

Before you could even react, his hands shot out, grabbed your waist, and pulled you onto his lap.

A gasp left your lips as you landed flush against his chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that you felt his heartbeat against your own.

“K-Katsuki—!”

“You’re real damn lucky I like you, y’know that?” he murmured, his lips already so close to yours again.

And then, before you could even breathe, he kissed you back.

Not rough. Not explosive.

Slow. Deep. Completely consuming.

His hands slid gently up your back, pressing you closer as his lips moved against yours so deliberately, so effortlessly, like he never wanted to stop. His thumbs traced soft circles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Your fingers found their way into his soft, messy hair, gripping just slightly, and you felt his whole body react—his breath hitching, his arms tightening, his kiss deepening just a little more.

And just when your heart was about to explode, he pulled back—just enough to press his forehead against yours.

His crimson eyes locked onto yours, filled with something so warm, so soft, so deeply in love that your stomach flipped all over again.

“You’re such a little shit,” he muttered, his voice gravelly and quiet.

You giggled, breathless, your hands still tangled in his hair. “Yeah, but you love me.”

His grip on your waist tightened, and he smirked, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Damn right, I do.”