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maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

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It's Just an Article

It’s Just an Article by randomacc53

It was Kaminari, of all people, who had brought it to his attention. The boy had abandoned his silent study and risen from his seat to stand before Aizawa’s desk, phone in his outstretched hand, eyes wide.

Aizawa reads the message ‘hey Kam isn’t this guy in your class?’ a second message encloses the link.

The headline stands out in the preview bold and definitive.

‘U.A. and the Abusive Treatment of Bakugou Katsuki’

Fuck.

Words: 1422, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki has PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Therapy, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Help, Bakugou Katsuki Gets a Hug, Aizawa shouta is angry, Dadzawa

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34741138

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Unbreakable Red Riot

Unbreakable Red Riot by myimmortalist

“S'okay,” Bakugou assures him, carding his hand through a mess of red hair. Kirishima tries to pull away, but Bakugou holds fast, tugging his head to face him and upping the force of his glower to a stern glare. When Kirishima looks away, that’s when he loses himself. When he can’t see his reflection in Bakugou’s glassy eyes. When he can’t see the desperation and love behind them.

“Won’t let you get lost. We’re going to sit here until you feel human enough to let go, Ei, you understand me?”

Sometimes, all it takes is a feeling. After speaking up on a hunch, Bakugou finds his boyfriend stuck in his Unbreakable form, more animal than human, and does everything he can to remind Kirishima who he is.

Words: 3729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Hopeful Ending, Established Relationship, Crying, Crying Bakugou Katsuki, Crying Kirishima Eijirou, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Emotional Hurt, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Feels, Angst and Feels, Sensory Overload, Vomiting, minor and non graphic, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, Kirishima Eijirou Needs Therapy, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Hurt/Comfort, how did i forget that one, Praise, not sexual or anything theres just a lot of it, Hurt Kirishima Eijirou

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34752637

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PH!Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader

sfw, injury, hurt/comfort, light angst, not proofread, bakugou is still ground zero in my brain 

wc: 896

Bakugou is not an emotional person.

He doesn’t tell people when he feels weighed down by the responsibility of being a hero—the deaths, the losses, the pained cries of help. They don’t need to know about the nightmares; about the pain he has to endure. 

Ground Zero is a hero that never needs help. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t show pain. It’s what the people need, he says. Deku is enough of a crybaby for the both of them. 

But there is absolutely no force in the world that could stop the way his heart races and his stomach cramps when he hears an anguished scream that he knows is coming from your mouth. 

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Mechanical Energy

Mechanical Energy by Papaer

He tried to back away from the scene, his friends completely oblivious to the panic he was enduring. His legs too fuzzy to carry his weight and his arms too weak to push himself up. He had to leave. He couldn’t do it again. He can’t do it again. Kaminari sat stock still as he watched the carnage unfold. Mouth gaping open as he tried to find it in him to scream, to yell, to do anything. But there was nothing and he was the only survivor.

There was nothing.

Or… The sequel to Potential Energy that should’ve been out one year ago.

Words: 2726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Repeating Energy

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Mineta Minoru, Class 1-A

Relationships: Class 1-A & Kaminari Denki, Iida Tenya & Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Time Loop, Nightmares, Kaminari Denki is a Mess, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki Angst, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Like really unhealthy, repeating words, Blood and Injury, but not really, no beta we die like my motivation for part 3 of this series, Worried Class 1-A, Class 1-A as Family, Worried Iida Tenya, Worried Kirishima Eijirou, everyone is worried, Panic Attacks, kaminari is not a-ok, Emotional Hurt, Kaminari Denki-centric

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34985887

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Miles from Home

Miles from Home by Everyone Is Below Me

“I’m in trouble, Aizawa-sensei.”

Aizawa nods, pressing a kiss to Eri’s forehead. “You look like shit.”

Words: 1232, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Bakugou Mitsuki’s HORRIBLE Parenting

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta, Eri, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Anorexia Athletica, Bakugou Katsuki Has an Eating Disorder, Bakugou Mitsuki’s Bad Parenting, Minor Recreational Drug Use Mention, Early morning talks

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34951915

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A Lesson in (Love) Hate

A Lesson in (Love) Hate by myimmortalist

“Bakugou was an asshole of the highest order, and Kirishima wanted to kiss him senseless.

It was like, the second he saw underneath their everyday banter and anger and fist-fights, he fell for him. How fucked was that? The worst part was, he still hated him. He still wanted to punch his lights out more often than not, only now, he kind of wanted to punch him with his mouth.”

Everyone knew Kirishima and Bakugou hated each other, but no one could have expected what would happen when Kirishima found him on the roof that day, least of all the boys themselves.

Words: 6066, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Denial of Feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Face Punching, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying Bakugou Katsuki, Monoma Neito Being an Asshole, Angry Kirishima Eijirou, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Arguing, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, imagine ua as this small underfunded school, Kirishima Eijirou is a Little Shit, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Banter, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, In a funny way, broke: bakugou doesnt have any friends before kiri, woke: kiri is the only one who’s not bakugous friend, and doesnt understand why everyone else loves him, well he pretends he doesnt understand, Getting Together

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34977778

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“What the Hell are You Crying For?”

“What The Hell Are You Crying For?” by Morri M

Kaminari is stressed. Sometimes stress can be too much for someone. Basically, Bakugo finds Kaminari crying in a storage closet, and decides to help.

Words: 702, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: My Hero Academia, katsuki bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Not Shippy, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki Friendship, Hugs, Awkward Hugs, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Crying

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34996801

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when to cradle, when to pry

Pairing/setting: Pro-hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Summary: As he re-learns the joys of loving you, Katsuki also learns how to help you back on your own feet when you need it.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader has depression and self esteem issues, panic attack, fluffy comfort

AN: So, this is a sort of "in the aftermath" look at the relationship in you feel love in the sodium, from Katsuki's perspective. Honestly, I don't know what hit me last night but it just plopped down onto the paper from my brainsicle and I've decided it's worthy of seeing the light of day. Plus, it has the @katsupeach seal of approval and I trust Emme's brain much farther than I trust my own<33 As always, don't be afraid to come say hi in my inbox or DMs or comments, I always love when y'all do that:D Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

prequel: you feel love in the sodium

Two weeks after moving back into your apartment, Katsuki comes home from the night shift to find you crying at the kitchen table. You don’t hear him come in -- don’t pick your head up out of your hands or stop sobbing as he hastily toes out of his boots and comes to your side.

“Hey, what’s up?” He’d been tired after a long shift, eyes drooping on the elevator ride up to your floor, but now his heart is pumping like he’s been doing rounds boxing with Kirishima. His hand clamps firmly around your forearm, to ground himself as much to ground you.

You jolt in your seat as he touches you, letting out a shocked hiccup that cuts off your tears.

“Oh, god,” you breathe. “Is it really that late? I’m sorry, I didn’t want--”

“You’re sorry? Fuck being sorry, what’s wrong?” His tone is maybe a little too sharp, but the way his stomach is flush with anxiety over your blotchy and wet face demands answers.

“I didn’t want--” you start, but have to stutter back more tears trembling on your lashes. “I didn’t want you to see, but I just-- I just-- shit--”

You can’t get a decent breath. Katsuki can see your chest rising too shallowly and sporadically. His hand leaves your arm to twist in your fingers and he finally lowers himself to sit at the table from where he’d been leaning over you.

“Breathe.” The command leaves as gently as he can make it from his mouth. “Don’t rush it.”

You nod, gripping his hand tight and focusing on where his eyes are boring into yours. Painstakingly, he waits as your lungs regulate and start working normally again. Your fingertips are chilly against his sweaty palm.

When your throat seems to unstick itself, you try again.

“I just really hate myself tonight.”

Your words are spoken too softly for their meaning. Katsuki’s never heard something so violent said with such careful reverence. The first response that threatens to pass his lips is altogether too aggressive, and the second would be entirely unhelpful. Four or five possibilities cycle through his mind before one his anger management counselor would deem appropriate pops up.

“Why?”

It’s a simple question, but one he would rather slice his own toe off than know the answer to. He doesn’t want to know why you hate yourself tonight, doesn’t want to hear and dissect the bullshit lies your depression is feeding you to make you feel this way.

But he thinks this is how he gets through without making you shut him out entirely.

Your lips twitch into a smile briefly -- like some part of you is happy to elaborate on how you suck -- before you answer him.

“Because I’m a fat, worthless college dropout with no prospects whose pathetic cries for attention earned her a pity boyfriend who has better things to do than pick her up off the floor every other day. Because I’m an awful, stupid person who does selfish things that hurt the people around her. Because I--” you interrupt yourself with a broken half-sob, half-laugh, and gesture with your free hand to the kitchen floor behind Katsuki. “Because I broke the fucking Pyrex.”

Katsuki follows your gesture, turning to see a mess of soapy water and glass all over the kitchen tile. For a moment, he just stares at it. Your words scatter through his mind until they rearrange themselves into something decipherable.

“You hate yourself,” he turns back to see you biting your lip, “because you broke the fucking Pyrex.”

“Yeah,” you say, looking for all the world like you expect him to start yelling. You blink at each other for a moment, until he bursts out with--

“I fuckin’ hate Pyrex!” He does yell it, but it shocks you so much that you stop looking so pathetic and start looking confused. “Shitty fuckin’ company,” he continues, finally letting go of your hand and standing up. “Says it’s shatter-proof, but look at this shit! Fuckin’ shattered.” He points at the mess, then pins you with the most deadpan face he can manage. “We should sue.”

“Katsuki.” You sniff and run a hand under your dripping nose. “Don’t be sarcastic.”

“I’m not, we should sue for emotional damages. Look at you.” Now, he steps closer into your space and chuffs a finger under your chin. “You’re distraught over-- what? A couple hundred yen of glass? We’ll suck the sons of bitches dry.”

It takes a second, but Katsuki sees the exact moment when the layer of melancholy over your face slips enough to allow clarity.

“Ha,” you laugh tonelessly. “You’re funny.”

“I’m a goddamn comedian. But before we sue a kitchenware company, let’s clean up their shitty trash and discuss more in-depth why my beautiful, intelligent girlfriend hates herself.”

Together, you clean up the glass and mop up the water. Katsuki finishes the half-done dishes in the sink while you go change out of wet pajamas. As the sunrise starts to creep in through the windows, turning your living room grey and breathing into Katsuki a new understanding of exhaustion, you cuddle on the couch and try to believe him when he tells you your brain is a dirty, filthy liar.

When he tells you that you’ve been his first choice since he was seventeen. When he reminds you that you did get your undergrad degree and that he’ll support you when and if you decide to go back to school. When he tucks his body into the curves of you and whispers worship into your skin.

It’s not the last time Katsuki comes home only to have to stack you back onto your feet. He gets better at it, learning when to pry and when to cradle. Learns how to tell you he needs a break in a way that won’t make you feel like a burden. As he re-learns the joys of loving you, he comes to view knowing this side of you as a privilege. To know the whole of you is to be trusted, to be known in return. To know you won’t think he’s weak for breaking down when his own shit gets too heavy.

Nonetheless, it’s not an easy thing to tell if the two of you will be okay. Not for a while, at least. There are moments when he can’t reach you, when he can’t find the right avenue in and becomes destructively frantic to keep you from slipping too far.

You try to break up with him again, once:

“I don’t want this anymore.”

“Bullshit, you don’t want it.”

“You don’t get to tell me--”

“Do you still love me?”

“I--”

“Well? Say it to my face, if you don’t.”

“I can’t--”

“Yeah. ‘Cause, you do. You do love me.”

“Sometimes, that’s not enough--”

“It’s enough for me. I love you. Let me love you.”

“Katsuki.”

“Baby. What’s this really about?”

And there are moments when he’s so manically in love he doesn’t feel real. When it’s just the two of you riding on a speed train through the countryside on the way home from a much-needed vacation. You lean your head into his neck and read aloud from your book, and he tries to keep his head from floating to the top of the train car.

And there’s a moment when you’re standing in the kitchen of your stupid, shitty apartment scrubbing brand new glass measuring cups and humming an indistinct tune that Katsuki feels the gravity of the afternoon he came back to you so fully he can’t breathe. One more day, another hour, if he’d ignored Izuku’s calls, and he wouldn’t have you. You might’ve been gone, too far for him or anyone to reach.

You pause in your humming and place a dish in the drying rack.

“What’s with the face?” Your voice, so blissfully normal and real against the storm in his chest, sends goosebumps across his skin.

“Fuck you,” he says, voice cracking with heatless emotion. “I can’t look at my hot girlfriend?”

That afternoon, he does a lot more than just look at you.

That afternoon, he can tell you’ll be okay.

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Four Times Kirishima Helped One of His Friends with a Nightmare, and the One Time They Helped Him

Four times Kirishima helped one of his friends with a nightmare, and the one time they helped him by Morri M

They had all been having nightmares for a while now, some nights, they were just really hard to deal with, and they would wake up screaming in fear, but, they had someone to comfort them.

Words: 1763, Chapters: 2/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Multi

Characters: Eijirou Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: My Hero Academia, katsuki bakugo, eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Hugs, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Bakusquad, 4 times, Class 1-A Dorms, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35292439

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Quiet Fear

Deaf!Bakugo x reader

Summery: Bakugo was strong. Strong enough he feels he can fight without his hearing aids. While he is a great hero, sometimes not having hearing still causes problems

Warnings⚠️: “angst” with happy ending, sad soft Bakugo

Masterlist

You run through the street, helping civilians and get them to the safe zone. Once your area is clear, you run to help Dynamight and Shoto with the villain. The villain's quirk was Multiple Paralyzation. He could clone himself, and if you touch the clone or the clone touch you, you get temporarily paralyzed, considering how much the cone wants to keep you down.

Dynamight and Shoto were fighting the villain for a while. They were struggling to tell the difference between him and his clones. Dynamight blasted into the air, waiting to jump down on the villain. From where you stood, you saw what looked like to be the regular guy, but from behind a corner, out of sight of Shoto and Dynamight, you saw the real guy. You looked back at Dynamight just as he landed behind the clone. You ran toward him, "Dynamight! Katsuki! Katsuki, WAIT!" You were almost there, but it was too late.

The clone grabbed him by his face, the clone's hand wrapped around Katsuki's mouth, and his body immediately went limp, and his face looked horrified, scared. You weren't even that far away, but you knew Katsuki never went to a battle with his hearing aids in. You always told him to, but he says the excuse that they could get damaged, and he didn't want to keep buying new ones. He would usually do a good job paying attention, but then there were times like these. There was nothing he could do.

You use your quirk to catch the clone off guard and blast it out of the way. You quickly run to Bakugo, crouching next to him. "Hey. Hey Katsuki, it's ok. I'm right here. It's ok." You say, moving his body so he can see you. "I- I can't move." He says, slurring his words, sounding more scared than mad. "I know, I know. Can you hear me? Try to stay calm, ok?" You say, holding his head, stroking your hand on his cheek. "N-no, no. I can't- s'quiet, c-can't." You could barely understand what he said. He was internally freaking out, looking more scared than you've ever seen him. You nod and sigh. You would try to sign to him, but you don't want to move your hands away from him.

Shoto finished off the villain, and help gets sent for Katsuki. They load his limp body onto a gurney and start rolling him away. You follow behind them, knowing if you go out of his sight, it'll be problems for all the doctors. When you get to the hospital, Recovery Girl checks him, seeing if she can do anything. You stay with him the whole time, signing for him what they say since his hearing aids are still in his car. "Recovery Girl said she can't do anything about what the quirk did. She doesn't know how long this will last." You sign to him. He tries to say something, but his mouth doesn't move. "Shh, don't try to talk. From everywhere he touched you are paralyzed. It won't work. The only reason you could before was since your adrenalin was high." You sign.

Katsuki sits there, eyes not leaving you. He can only move half his face, and through his eyes, you can see how scared he is. You step close to him, running your hand through his hair lightly, trying to calm him. You lean up, kissing his forehead, knowing that's one of the few places he can feel right now. You sit on the edge of his bed, pulling his head on your shoulder and rubbing it.

Later, the doctors come and say you can take him home, as long as you take care of him properly. You agree and get ready for him to go home. When you're home, you settle him in the bed, helping him undress from his hero suit. You don't leave his sight at all, but any time you try, he makes some weird noise, like a pleading whine, it's so sad, and you can't think to leave him.

There's a knock at your door, and you already know it's Shoto, so you pick up your phone and text him, saying the door is open. In no time, you hear him come in the door, and then he appears at your bedroom door. "Thank you, Shoto. For getting his car, and the aids." You say and sign at the same time. "No problem." He says. "How's he doing?" Shot asks, motioning to Bakugo. "Ok, I guess. These will help a lot though, thanks again." You say, signing and talking again. You glance at Katsuki, his usual scowl planted over his face, probably since Shoto was there. Shoto nods and says his goodbyes, leaving.

You walk over to Katsuki, securing his hearing aids in and looking at him. "Is this better? Blink if you can hear me." You say. He blinks, letting out a slow sigh. "You should be able to talk soon. It should be wearing off. I know this probably feels so weird." You say, stroking his hair. His eyes shift over to you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek. "Hey, hey, baby, what's wrong? Does something hurt? Blink once if yes." You say concerned. He blinks twice. "Are you... scared?" You ask. He blinks once.

Katsuki was scared. You've been with him long enough that you've seen a lot of things others haven't. You've never seen him cry once before, and him being scared was new too. "Aww, Katsu." You climb into the bed, pulling his body with you, cuddling him into you, rubbing his head, everywhere he can feel right now. You kiss his forehead, saying, "It'll be better soon, don't worry." You still feel tears coming out of his eyes, and eventually, he falls asleep.

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

"Y- Y/n."

You wake up to hearing your name. "Hm? Katsuki? What? Are you ok? What's wrong?" You ask, waking up more and shifting to look at him. "I just, um, sorry, this feels weird. I feel so useless." He says, his words still coming out a little weird. "It's ok. It could have happened to anyone."

"No. Anyone else would have heard the calls. But not me, I couldn't hear them, and now I'm a vegetable."

"It's not permanent. Just cause this happened doesn't mean you aren't an important hero, I promise."

"It felt terrible. I couldn't move. I couldn't hear. I hate that feeling."

"I know, I know. It'll be over soon. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you for sticking with me."

"Of course, I'll always be here. Just relax. I'm right here. Nothing will happen. Just relax and sleep."

He does a long sigh, closing his eyes, falling asleep.

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⤷ cafe kacchan week

SUMMARY → when the bakusquad ‘challenges’ bakugou by simply stating that no one would date him; he knows he can’t get a girlfriend in one afternoon so he asks the only girl he knows to be his fake girlfriend for the day. easy right?

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, romance ( childhood friends/fake-dating )

A/N → happy birthday to our boom-boom-bitch ( unedited / not proof-read )

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

“MAN WITH A PERSONALITY like that you are never getting a girlfriend.” Kaminari says boldly yet again reminding the ash blond of his stinking pile of trash fire personality showing off he has no fear of death.

As Jirou raise a brow onto him, “You don’t have a girlfriend either.” she reminds him, “He doesn’t— but he can.” Kirishima tries a shallow attempt at helping the boy, “Very bold of you to assume anyone wants to date him.” Jirou rebuts, twisting her earplug around her finger.

“Since when was it the dunk on Denki club? We were talking about Kacchan, have you ever seen him with a girl?”

Causing them to hum and discuss between themselves; trying to think of a time he has been consistently been nice to a girl whom he has been around long enough to be dating. Completely not ignoring him and in the process annoying the shit out of him.

“I have a girl friend and she likes me exactly the way I am.” he announces to the group. Making them look sceptically among themselves not quite sure what to say, “Then invite her.” Sero challenges.

“I will.”

“Can you believe them, they think I can never have a girlfriend?” he asks. Shrugging you take another mouth full, vacuuming the bowl of ramen into your stomach, “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’m the only childhood friend you have left.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, dumbass!”

Looking up he is staring daggers at his bowl, “Yeah, well… Most girls don’t like you screaming at them, or calling them bad names.” you tell him, sipping your water.

“Whatever.”

Having the waiter replace your bowl with ramen with new ones, you watch her place a hambuger down. Which you always down for as you glance between it and the blond he slides it closer to you, smiling softly.

“You never let me have this,” you say. Narrowing your eyes as you make your voice deeper, “you will die of if you keep eating this shit, ( y/n ).” mimicking the boy, “and now you are actively giving this…” you say suspiciously.

“Just eat it.”

Humming you take a bite of your hambuger, “That can only mean you want something.” you say with your mouth full. Cringing his nose he ignores it for the sake to continue his story, “I told them that I have a girl friend.” Katsuki starts.

Making you hum, “The imaginary space bar trick.” you tease, taking a sip of your drink.

“And we are going to this ramen shop on Saturday.” he says, ignoring my statement completely. Raising a brow at what he’s insinuating, “That’s tomorrow.” you say, playing dumb.

“I know.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Connect the dots, shitty women.”

Rolling your eyes, “I know what your asking; I just want you to say it.” you tell him. Making the blond groan as he hangs his head back, “Fine,” sighing dramatically, like it is the worst inconvenience for him to ask.

Mumbling something along the lines of wanting you to do this for him which you honestly half-heard but you wanted to fully hear it, “I can’t hear you.” you tease.

“Will you be my fake girlfriend?” he sighs.

Moving along the table, you hug him thightly, “Ahw, Katsuki, I thought you would never ask.” rubbing your cheek against his teasingly, “Yeah, yeah.” he mumbles annoyed, yet not pushing you off.

Pulling away you hold a finger up, “One thing tho.” you say, your face as serious as you can muster — which is not very serous — “What now?” he sighs.

“You pay for today and for me tomorrow.”

“I pay for you all the time.”

Tilting your head you think back to all the times you hadn’t spend a penny as you ate anyway. Not even realising it, “I guess you do. Never really realise that.” you hum. Shrugging it off, you smile at him, “Can’t wait to meet them.”

“They aren’t that great.” he denies. Raising a brow you try to repress your smile, “They truly are heroes if they are dealing with you.” you say. Making him glare at you, “Shut up—”

“Do I need me to do anything special?” you cut off, not wanting to be kicked out and banned of yet another restaurant. Sighing, he shakes his head, “No, not really. Just be yourself… but like my girlfriend.” taking a bite of food.

Humming you nod, finishing your hambuger off, “That doesn’t sound too hard.” you mumble, washing it down with some water. Glancing back at him as he stayed silent, he looks at you with an odd expression, “What?” you ask confused.

“You make it sound weird.” he tells you, eating his food as he does. Not understand it, you shrug,“I know you very well.”

“Just be on time.”

STANDING IN FRONT OF the restaurant the Bakusquad waits for the seemingly imaginary girlfriend, “She is coming.” he repeats when he sees the look on their face.

“Dude, you can just be honest.”

“I’m not lying!”

Finally spotting the spikey blond hair from afar, you run. Cursing yourself for missing your train. You tried to do it all right, just to be a good fake girlfriend for him, you didn’t even know why you tried so hard.

Sighing relieved that he was still alone, you hug his arm like always, “I’m so sorry for being late, Kacchan. I wanted a drink for on the train but then this older lady from the grocery store, you know the one. She kept going on and on and I couldn’t get her to stop—” you rant.

A small smile tucks up his lips at your ramble, “It’s fine.” he reassures, putting his hands in his pockets, “Are you Bakugous girlfriend?”

You freeze at the sudden extra voice. Turning to the voice you spot; a pink girl, a red-haired guy, a yellow-haired guy, a girl with earphones, and a guy with tape elbows.

Blinking at the group, nodding slowly, “Ashido… right?” you ask, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous. Making you subconsciously holding his arm closer to your chest.

Nodding at your answer, she tilts her head, “Katsuki has told me loads about you. All of you; it is hard to get actual names, tho.”

“I’m dunce face.” The yellow-haired boy says. Making the girl with purple hair roll her eyes, you're pretty sure her name is Jirou, he talks nicely about her, “His name is Kaminari, I’m Jirou.” the girl introduces.

“I’m Kirishima.”

“Sero Hanta.”

Nodding you try to not forget their names, “I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you tell them, “Are we going to stay outside or eat?” Katsuki asks.

Walking to the room, all of you wait outside to decide who is going to sit where before you move into the room. Letting them discuss where they want to sit and taking the seat that is left, “She should have the corner seat.” Jirou says breaking the discussion up.

“I want the corner seat.” Kaminari-kun cried out, “I never get the corner seat.” he pouts,

“You can have the corner seat.” you reassure. As Ashido takes your shoulders, “No, no, she is the bakusquad guest. She should have the good spot.” she tells you.

Making Katsuki take you into his arms, “We are not the bakusquad.” he grumbles, “Yes, we are.” Kirishima says, “No, we are not.” he denies, placing you into the seat she let you to anyway. Making the pinkette smile cheekily, “Which school do you go to?” Sero-run asks.

“You should not interrogate her right away!” Ashido whisper-shouts, which is very obvious as she sits in front of you, “It is okay, I go to Seiai. Nothing like U.A.” you tell Sero.

“For support items?” Jirou asks. Making you nod, as you take a sip of your drink, “She designed mine.” Bakugou says for you, “But they all needed to be “for killing’.” you add. Mocking his choice of wording; as even his knee pats needed to be ‘for killing’.

Humming, he sets his tea down, “She is just deflecting because she ‘forgot’ about the shirt.” he says unconvincingly, making it very much so seem like you did it on purpose.

“That was an accident.”

Making him snore, holding his hands up, “Yeah, right an ‘accident’ I’m pretty sure you just did it because you are a perv.” he says in air-quotes, “Am not!” you defend, not being able to stop laughing at the girl on his face.

“Uh-huh, say that to the top you didn’t make.”

“Why did you dating this guy?”

Katsuki his glare, “Want to die today, Racoon-eyes?” he asks her, letting small explosions sound from his hands. Which did not even make her blink.

Pulling his hand down, you smile at the girl, “I know Katsuki can be an asshole, and he is.” you start, “Hey—” he stays, “But, he is actually a really nice guy. He won’t tell you he cares about you all the time, but he will push you to be your best self.” you start

A small smile tucks up your lips as you recall the memory, “I remember when I was young and everyone told me I should be a hero and that was the last thing I wanted to be. And one day in the park I was with this idiot—” poking his cheek, he just watch you carefully, “And he told me about All Might his suit, how cool it was. And the person who made it must have been super smart. Smart like me.”

“I don’t think he even remembers that day, but that made me realise that even though I don’t want to be a hero it doesn’t mean I can’t be useful.” you say softly, feeling kind of dumb for caring so much about what he said when you were kids.

If you had looked at his face at that moment and the soft expression he held. You wouldn’t have felt that way at all, “When I told him I wanted to do something in support he was my biggest supporter.” you chuckle, “Always letting me test my inventions out on him. Never getting seriously angry when he got hurt. Letting me design his suit by just telling me the general vibes he wanted and trusting me to know what he wants.”

“His love language is trust, food, and… I think it’s acts of service.”

Making your brows furrow together at the strangely warm feeling flushing to your body due to you having been caught rambling about your friend so long, “I’m sorry, I have been rambling. What was the question again?”

Looking over their faces, all of his friends look so softly at your statement, “That was so manly.” Kirishima-kun mumbles, holding his fist up. As the rest nods, “That was so cute! You love him so much it is so obvious!” Ashido tells you, rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, I… I do.” you mumble, shifting your eyes over your fingers before they land on him. The soft look in his eyes reassuring you.

Letting the words sink in, they stayed silent making you a little nervous, “Childhood friends to lovers. I am so jealous!” Kaminari-kun cries out, “How long have you guys been going out?”

“Uh—” we looked at each other. Not having thought about that or discussed it, “6 months.” we say in unison. Making them nod, “We went to middle school together.” he adds, which had nothing to do with it but if it makes it seem more real, it makes sense.

Getting your food, it all went well. You heard more things about Katsuki; mostly stories that you had heard from his perspective that came off really different from theirs. How he always says he is just going ‘out’ on Friday when he is meeting you, but did tell Kirishima he is having lunch with someone but that someone was always a mystery… until now.

Pulling you away from Katsuki. Ashido pulls you into a hug with Jirou, “It was so nice to meet you two,” you tell the two. Making them smile along with you, “We need to hang out.” Ashido tells you.

Nodding at her request, “And I will send you the playlist when I make it. I will be starting tonight.” Jirou adds, “On Line?” Kaminari asks, coming into the conversation, “You can’t have her Line ID, weirdo. Baku-bro will blow you up.” Sero-kun says pulling him away.

Making you chuckle as his face pales at the thought. Glancing at the blond he is nodding as Kirishima-kun is adamantly telling him something. His face naturally soft instead of the frown he makes so often.

Glancing back at the girls, you smile, “Can’t wait. For the playlist and the hangout.” you say, “We will figure something out soon.” Jirou reassures.

“( y/n ).”

Looking up, he nudges his head to the train. The number stating that it is yours, “Don’t forget about us.” Kaminari mumbles, making Jirou roll her eyes.

“I won’t.” you reassure.

Stepping into the train, you take the seat next to Kacchan. The train moving in a matter of seconds. The train cart almost empty. It was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable as you listen together to the silence. Leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment, “Tired?”

Nodding against him, you hum, “I will wake you when we are almost there.” he whispers. Relaxing into his warmth, you trust that he will keep you safe as your body shakes with the movements of the train.

But the warmth of the train did not last forever, stepping outside the cold temperature hits you in the face, making goosebumps appear all over. Wincing you want to curse at yourself for the second time today. At not thinking about everything before you left; first not with the drink, and now the jacket. Something you didn’t even realise until now.

Feeling warmth take over you, you look up. Seeing his coat on your shoulder, “No, you will—” you deny, “Just take it.” he grumbles, starting to walk before you continue to deny it.

He eventually slowed down and let you catch up to him. It made you smile, as you teasingly nudge his side which he ignores but the red tips of his ears could not, “Are you blushing?”

“No, it is cold, Shitty Woman.”

“How are you flushing but don’t have any goosebumps.”

“Since when are you a skin doctor?”

Arriving at your house, you grin at him, “Since I am analysing you, Katsuki. Seems like you are a lot nicer than you want people to think.”

“I’m not.” he denies. After it ends, you are not quite sure what you should do now. It was quiet for a moment before you pull him into a hug. Sighing relieved as he wraps his arms around your waist, “Uh, thanks, for today.” he tells you softly.

Rubbing your cheek on to his shoulder, we held each other for a little longer, “That’s what friends are for… Right?” you ask softly, not quite sure if you want him to agree with you or not.

“Right.”

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And Dry It Off with Care

and dry it off with care by theglitterati

Kaminari overuses his quirk at training. Kirishima takes care of him.

Words: 1156, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Quirk Overuse, Comfort No Hurt, Hair Washing, Holding Hands, Pre, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35475850

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You’re Amazing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35113246

Title: You’re Amazing     Author: ​ Gigglemite (No Tumblr Located) Rating: General Audiences Fandom: My Hero Academia

Completed- 1 Chapter Published- November 14, 2021

Additional Tags:                                             

Hurt/Comfort

Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Self-Doubt

Self-Hatred

Soft Kirishima Eijirou

Love Confessions

Confessions

Mental Breakdown

Crying

Light Angst

Fluff

Fluff and Angst

Romantic Fluff

Fluff and Hurt/Comfort

Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings

Bakugou Katsuki-centric

Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend

Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine

Protective Kirishima Eijirou

Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug

Hugs

Bakugou Mitsuki’s Bad Parenting

Bakugou Masaru’s Bad Parenting

Mentioned Bakugou Mitsuki

Mentioned Bakugou Masaru          

Summary:            

“What do you need?” Kirishima’s voice reverberated through his chest and echoed in Katsuki’s ears, quelling the rushing of blood pounding in them. He’s convinced there is no sound that could ever compare to the soft yet strong way Kirishima’s voice bounced around in his head, calming his thoughts, as the red head’s hands soothed his aching body. Katsuki could quickly get addicted to it.

“This.” Katsuki muttered into Kirishima’s chest. “you.” Katsuki clarified. No one else could ever even hope to soothe Katsuki the way Kirishima was able to. Kirishima is his control, and it only took breaking down in his arms to realize it.

“You have me. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

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Druid Akaashi

Okay this is part of the Savior Collab by @katsuhera. This is based on my personal experience, and writing about it was inspired by @funkingrunkles story By Steps and Inches on Ao3. Please give it a read it is a phenomenal piece!

TW: PHYSICAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE, PTSD, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, RUNNING, YELLING, GASLIGHTING, CONTROLLING, MENTIONS OF SACRIFICE

Running, that’s all you can focus on. One foot in front of the other.

You're standing at the top of the stairs. Your father is yelling at you, everything is becoming muffled, and incoherent. His face is red, and his neck is strained and grotesque, you can’t stand to look at the way his face contorts anymore.

“Look at me when I’m talking to YOU!” Your eyes snap up to meet his. They’re wild and neither unseeing or uncaring of the fear in yours. Sacred of what will happen you keep eye contact, trying to find somewhere in your mind to go.

“Don’t stare at me! YOU are NOT in charge!” Confusion, fear, and anger, are all swirling in your chest. Do I look at him? Do I look away? What is the right amount of eye contact? ‘I’m only 9!’ You want to scream, want to yell, and yet you stay silent, just to survive.

Your legs are burning and you’re not sure how much longer you’re able to keep this up.

At 12 years old, you’re standing in the kitchen debating whether or not you have the chance to run. Spoiler alert, you don’t. His voice is a rising crescendo, one you wish the symphonies would destroy. You’re standing there, trying to figure out why he’s yelling at you. The moment you take too long to answer, he grabs your ear and drags you down the hallway. You’re fighting and protesting the entire time. It feels as though your ear is going to be ripped off.

“I’ll go, please it hurts!” You beg, and he pays no head. When you’re outside the door to your room, he opens it and practically throws you in with a sneer. After you’ve been released, you sit on the floor rubbing your ear and fighting off tears.

Your heart hammered hard against your ribcage, threatening to break through.

It’s night time, and you should be sleeping. Instead you are hesitantly making your way down the hall, to your parents bedroom. You were summoned, and your mom wouldn’t tell you why. You pause before their door, debating, turning and running out of the house, but you know you couldn’t make it on your own as a 15 year old. Gulping down your fear, and neutralising your face, you turn the knob. Against the wall, there’s a chair. He gestures for you to sit. Without question you do. He and your mother are sitting on the bed.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He asks. You shake your head no. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.” You insist.

“Lying isn’t becoming, and I taught you better than that.”

“I’m not lying!” Your voice raises, trying to insist that you aren’t.

“You lie like a rug! You did it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You’re becoming desperate now. He isn’t believing you, and you don’t even know what he’s talking about. He says he’ll wait until you tell him. You go back and forth like this, until you eventually shut down. You were sobbing almost uncontrollably, and the entire time he was interrogating you, your mother sat there. She did nothing to defend you. She did nothing. All the fight had left you at this time.

“Fine. Whatever it is, I did it.”

“You snuck out to meet with a boy.” Your face contorted into unbelief, because you didn’t. You’ve never done that. “Say it.”

“I snuck out to meet with a boy.” You’re defeated, willing to do anything to survive.

“I knew you did. You’re grounded, and have to do extra chores around the house.” He paused looking down at you, “I love you. You may go.” You stand on shaking legs, and shake your head. ‘You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t treat me that way.’ You think.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Avoid the root. Don’t look behind you.

Appearances are everything. Always look presentable. Always be polite, even if you don’t like them. Never mouth back to your parents in the presence of others. No matter what, your father has the last say. He is the head of the household.

“Your child listens so well to you. They never do anything wrong.” An associate of your father said at dinner. The dinner where you have sat in silence, along with your mother, listening to your father talk about himself.

‘It’s not a choice!’ You want to yell, ‘I’m scared, and no one will help me. No one knows!’, instead you say Thank you, paired with a polite smile. Your father continues to talk, paying no mind whether or not you’re engaged in the conversation or not.

Instead you're thinking about running away. At 17, you think you can make it. You have some work experience, now that you’ve worked with the herbalist in the village. As you spend most of dinner thinking about a future away from here, your father is arranging your marriage. You tune in long enough to hear who it is, before immediately shutting down.

Deep breath in. Exhale out. Almost cried in relief when the village came into view. Keep going, and don’t look behind you.

Make breakfast, lunch and dinner. Keep the house clean. You’re not allowed to work, stay in the house.

Things were good in the beginning of the marriage, but after a month or two, he gave these rules. All you had said was that the herbalist mentioned needing help, and you wanted to help him.

“I won’t allow it.” He had said standing to his full height. You cower back, and he continued, “I need you here. I work so hard, all I want is to come home to a meal and a clean house.” The way he said it made it sound like a suggestion, but you knew better. You simply nodded.

“I’m sorry, I won’t leave. It won’t come up again.” He huffed out an agreement and plopped down onto the chair in the kitchen. You were looking out the window, when he snapped his fingers.

“I’m waiting.”

“I’m sorry.” You scurried over to the table and placed food on his plate, and then sat down and plated your own.

Step left. Dart right. Avoid hitting villagers, and hope you lose him in the process.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again!” You were sobbing, cowering against the wall, and he screamed at you. You were only talking to Akaashi, the one friend who has been there ever since you can remember.

“Damn right it won’t!” He paused, heaving breaths the only sound in the room. “And do you know why?”

“No, no please don’t. Please, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me.” You were begging now, hoping that would cause him to have mercy. You should have known better. This is why he wanted to live so far away from the village, not because he likes the forest, but because he wants to make sure no one hears.

“Aw, sweetheart, I’m sorry but you haven’t learned your lesson. This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

‘It doesn’t’ you think. If only he knew that Keiji was talking to me because he’s worried. He’s seen the change, and the fact that you wear long sleeves now, no matter the time of year. You told him it was nothing, and that he didn’t need to worry. He didn’t believe you, but didn’t press anymore.

The house is in view. Left foot. Right foot. Faster. Push harder. It’s almost in your grasp.

Keiji told you that you can stay with him anytime you need. His gunmetal eyes were hard and serious. You said you were fine, and thanked him for the offer. He was gone to a meeting, so you left the house in search of herbs in the forest. You made sure you weren’t gone long, just enough to get what you needed and be home before him. You had to be home before him, he told you if he caught you doing this again, not only would you be ‘taught a lesson’, but you would be given a child. That way you had no other choice but to stay home. You cried that night, knowing that you could never bring a child into this situation, but you also knew it didn’t matter what you wanted. He would do what it takes.

After finally finding the last herb you needed, you hurried home. When you came into the clearing that your house sat in. He was there, obscured by darkness, standing in the doorway. You couldn’t tell what was in his hands, but you knew it wasn’t good. Your steps stuttered and you paused, his threat flashing to the forefront of your mind. Without another pause, you turned and ran in the direction of the village ignoring his screaming and the thundering steps following you.

A few more houses, and you’ll be safe. You can breathe.

Keiji was there to comfort you at 9. He gave you cloth to wipe your tears and tried to make you laugh. At 12 he told you that you deserved better, and reassured you that you are not to blame. At 15 after you were grounded, you decided that if he already thinks you did that, you might as well. You crawled out your window that very same night, and into Keiji’s. He held you in his arms as you sobbed and complained. At 17 he argued with your father when he found out you were in an arranged marriage. This wasn’t done anymore, and your father didn’t care. Later that night, you were forbidden from seeing Keiji anymore. As if you were 15 again, you snuck out and met him on a hill far enough away from everything. That night you two shared your first kiss, and you cried when you had to leave, wishing you could run away together. Keiji who when he was of age, became the druid sacrificer, and who was willing now to sacrifice everything for you, the same as when he was 15. After your marriage, your father and your husband made sure to keep him at a distance.

A few more steps and you can grasp the metal doorknob. You know he’s home. If you could just wrap your fingers- something strong grabs the nape of your neck in a bruising grip, and pulls you back. You fight with all your might, but you’re slammed into the ground.

“KEIJI!” You screech before your airway is cut off.

“I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER!” His fist raises and you close your eyes waiting for the impact, or for you to pass out. Whichever comes first. The hit never came, and suddenly the weight was lifted off you. Gasping for breath, you open your eyes to find Akaashi, beating him near death. His eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes wild and wide, and his face turning redder by the minute. You have never seen him in this state, and for some reason it doesn’t scare you. Not the way his face does. When you sat up, and got a good look at him, his mouth was hung open and his hands were raised to block his face, though it’s not doing any good. It was almost satisfying to see him on the other end of a beating. The High Druid Bokuto, heaved Akaashi off of the man and stepped between them.

“What is the meaning of this?” He bellowed.

“He’s crazy. I came to collect my wife, and he attacked unprompted!” Your husband accused you, trying to pull you towards him. You stepped back, and Akaashi stepped between you two. Bokuto looked over Akaashi, waiting for his side of the story.

“He was going to beat her.” Akaashi spat out wrinkling his nose and pulling his lips back at the thought. “So I stepped in.” Bokuto’s eyes narrowed and flicked between Akaashi and your husband, studying them, trying to determine the truth.

“Are you okay?” Keiji asks, his tone gentle and caring, a complete 180 from seconds before. He’s focusing 100% on you now as your eyes begin to water and your body shakes.

“Keiji…” You trail off, your voice cracking. He reels you into an embrace, and lets you stuff your face into his neck as you sob. His hands that destroyed moments before, bring nothing but comfort to you.

“Is this the first occurrence?” Bokuto asks, trying to understand the weight of the situation. You pull away enough to shake your head. “How long?”

“How...how long have...have we been ma...married?” You ask as you look up at him with tears steadily streaming down your face. Bokuto’s eyes harden and he looks down at your husband.

“Normally we would have a council, but seeing as the council is here, and saw your blatant display of violence, there is no need. I sentence you to death.” He believes you. The man at his feet is begging for his life, saying that you’re lying. Keiji just pulls you closer to him, trying anyway he can to protect you from the cries.

“Tomorrow keiji.” Bokuto says, looking down at the druid sacrificer.

“Tomorrow at dawn.” Keiji agrees. Bokuto drags him away, and Keiji lifts you and carries you into his house. He puts you down on the handcrafted wooden table and places a cup of water in your hands. You take a sip and set it next to you. He continues to say nothing, not wanting to push you any further.

“My clothes are ripped.” You pick at the tear and begin laughing. Keiji stays within eyesight, and watches.

“I have some you can wear.” He pauses before continuing, “only if you want.” You stop laughing and nod your head. He disappears for a moment. Your heart sinks when he leaves your sight, even for a couple moments, you don’t want him to leave.

Now that everything has calmed and you no longer have the adrenaline running through you, you notice how empty you feel. Your legs feel like bricks. Your lungs hurt with every inhale. Your throat is bruised and tender. Your back is scraped. But your heart almost feels light. Like a weight has been lifted. By the time Keiji comes back you are staring sullenly at the wall.

“Here.” He hands them to you and leads you to his room. “I’ll leave so you can change.”

“Wait!” You said without thinking, he pauses hand on the doorknob, “I-uh don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He keeps his back turned to you, but doesn’t leave the room.

“Uh, you can turn around now.” He turns and his breath catches at how broken you look.

“You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” You simply nod and lay down on the bed. You fall asleep quickly, but are woken shortly after due to nightmares. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your gasps and whimpers woke Keiji.

“Are you okay? Can I do anything?” Keiji asks, sitting up with eyes full of concern.

“Lay with me, hold me please.” You begged reaching out for him. He complied as he stood and crawled into bed with you.

Keiji holds you through the night without complaint when you ask. You are roused from sleep one more time by Keiji gently slipping out of the bed.

“Please don’t leave.” You mutter reaching out for him. He smiles and tucks your arm back into bed.

“I have to. It’s dawn.” He doesn’t say anymore and you don’t need him to. You understand what’s going to happen. “Please come back.”

“I will.” He whispers leaving the room. You fall into a restless dreamless sleep. Suddenly a heavy hand lands on your shoulder, and you jolt upright.

“NO don’t please! I’m sorry!” You cry covering your face.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, it’s me Keiji.” He removes his hand from you and steps back. You slowly come into your senses, and sigh out of relief.

“You came back! Will you hold me again? I still don’t want to be alone.” You ask, lifting the blankets up as an invitation.

“Anything you want.” He climbs into bed next to you, and you immediately wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. “M’ sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“Thank you. You’ve always been there for me.” You laid there for some time looking out the window. Almost asleep, you have one more question, “Is it done?”

“Yes.” And he grips you a little tighter.

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But We Could Mend

but we could mend by alunaar

Katsuki and Izuku once did everything together. It’s only right they get kidnapped together as well.

Izuku is tormented in front of Katsuki who can do nothing but watch.

They’re saved, of course. They always are.

That doesn’t mean the torment is over.

Or: Katsuki is forced to watch Izuku get hurt. He doesn’t take it well.

Words: 1616, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Forced to Watch

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35838358

[ffdumpster]

a silent question

bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: kirishma uses his big brain to figure out why exactly bakugou is being so doting this christmas eve, it can’t be because you're… oh my god, are you?

cw: fluff, parenting, pregnancy, christmas eve traditions, kiri has a partner and children but they are only mentioned in passing (its @eijirosriot lol), and a hug where reader is lifted a little

a/n: this was inspired because I want to have his babies so bad, as many as he wants, i do not care. This also maybe might fit into the ruby red series in the future because this is apart of my self ship story, but it's totally not related to anything happening right now. its just a nice lil one shot. merry christmas, happy holidays, and all that jazz.

this is a part of the @goldenshoyo holiday collab for day 24! christmas eve! check out the masterlist here!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Kirishima sits across from you and Bakugou at his large dinner table, the red walls of the room contrasting beautifully with the Christmas tree decorated in the corner, and the soft holiday music fighting to be heard in the background is the opposite of the screaming children around him.

When your families get together, it always ends up loud like this. Your oldest and Kirishima's oldest are very close in age, and both boys are so excited about everything, they can't help but yell, and today they are shouting about who can finish their dinner first because for some reason they think they get to open their presents the second they finish eating.

Eijiro’s twins aren't helping the situation either; they are trying to tell their older brother that it doesn't matter who finishes first, Christmas Eve presents are opened from youngest to oldest, but their arguments are completely lost in the chaos.

And then there's your and Katsuki's youngest daughter, the princess of the group, or at least she usually is. She is currently crying, refusing to eat her dinner because her older brother told her the rice was made out of bugs.

Yep, just a normal Christmas eve for the Bakugou and Kirishima families.

The tradition started when the boys were born. It was nice to spend the evening together watching the babies wrap their tiny hands around your finger and giggle when they saw each other. Now it's still just as exciting, except there are more of them and they are louder and love to run everywhere.

The only thing missing is Kirishima’s partner who couldn't get the night off, but Eijiro gave them a kiss before they left and told them that he could handle it, and he can. But the yelling is starting to get to him and you as well.

Your eyes are closed and your fingers are rubbing along your brow bone, trying to soothe away a migraine.

Katsuki, who was trying to convince the princess to eat, looks over at your motion and Eijiro can see the fierce look of protection in his eyes.

“Oi! Inside voices. Now,” Bakugou barks at the boys, and they instantly quiet, sensing the unwavering energy radiating off of Katsuki.

Kirishima furrows his eyebrows, watching the way his best friend turns to you and begins rubbing your back in circles. It reminds him of something… but what is it?

There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind and he takes another bite of his food before replaying the evening in his head.

His first note of evidence: Bakugou is being too doting on you tonight. Sure, he has always been protective, but when the two of you walked in the door this evening, Katsuki wouldn't even let you take your own shoes off. Nor would he let you help cook dinner or help set the table. And you were only allowed to help serve the plates when you finally put your foot down. Kirishma has only seen Bakugou like this three times in his life: first on your wedding day, and the second and third times when you were pregnant with your kids.

Secondly: you're not drinking any alcohol or eating any fish, which honestly doesn't clue him in to a lot since those don’t always happen when he sees you. Sometimes you just aren't in the mood or you’re driving a drunk Bakugou home, but… it's not nothing, he thinks. Maybe he should test his theory.

“Here,” he says, placing a piece of sushi onto your plate. “You didn't have any yet, right? You can have some of mine.”

Katsuki instantly whips his head around, looking at your plate before glancing at you with wide eyes.

“Thanks Ei,” you say, trying to wave off the death glare that Katsuki is sending you. “But I'm not really feeling sushi tonight.”

Kirishima takes the sushi off your plate, checking off the ‘no fish’ box in his head.

He takes a bite and chews, pondering the rest of the night. The only other weird thing was when Kirishima gave you and Katsuki your Christmas gift before dinner.

It's a trip for two to visit one of the most beautiful hot springs in all of Japan. It should have been the perfect gift; he's even heard both of you mentioning wanting to go there but when he presented the tickets, he was met with silence and worried looks.

An overprotective husband, no alcohol or raw fish, no hot springs— they are essentially hot tubs, right? All of these things usually come with—

“Holy shit,” Eijiro chokes, chopsticks slipping from his fingers and landing on his plate with a clang.

His twins stare up at him like he just committed a cardinal sin. “Dad said a bad word,” one of them chastises before the other joins in with, “That's a dollar to the swear jar.”

Kirishima feels like he's being held at gunpoint with the way both of their palms stretch out expectantly. He reaches in his pocket, fishing out a spare dollar and holding it for them to snatch. “If you're done eating, why don't you go separate the presents, I need to talk to Uncle Katsuki and Aunt Y/N for a second.”

The kids leave the table, and you call after them, “Don't open them or we will return them!”

A chorus of ‘yes’s and squeals is all you receive and you take another drink of your water.

You can hear the kids fussing with the presents in the other room, but they know not to test the rules; one year you did actually take the presents away, if only temporarily.

“So…” Kirishima starts, looking expectantly between the two of you.

Katsuki narrows his eyes at him in response. “So?”

Eijiro’s eyebrows raise and he shakes his head a little, “Are you guys…?”

“Ei, just spit it out,” you laugh, cutting the tension between the two pro heros.

“Areyouguyspregnant?” he blurts out, immediately bowing his head and clashing his hands in front of him, praying that Bakugou doesn't blow up his house.

You look over at Katsuki, and he is already looking at you with a half smile. You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question: should we tell him?

Katsuki’s smile gets bigger, crinkling his eyes as he nods his head towards Kirishima as if saying: go ahead.

You cup Katsuki’s cheek, and he nuzzles into your palm. He's so absolutely smitten with you, especially when you're pregnant. It makes up for how overprotective he gets.

Truly, it is a little too soon to start telling people about it, as you haven't even told either of your families yet, but it's Eijiro. He's your confidant, your partner-in-crime, Katsuki’s best friend, and yours too, if you're being honest.

Katsuki takes your hand in his and rests it on his thigh, giving it a light encouraging squeeze.

“Kirishima Eijiro, how do you always figure these things out?” you sigh with a giggle, “Yes, we’re pregnant—”

He rises from his seat, raising his fists in glory. “I knew it!” he exclaims, running over to your side of the table. He pulls you from your seat and wraps you in a huge hug, lifting you slightly off the ground and swaying back and forth.

Katsuki stands up, putting a hand heated by his quirk on Eijiro’s shoulder and a wicked gleam in his eye, “She just told you she was pregnant and you come over here, yanking her outta her chair, and start swinging her around?”

Kirishima puts you down gently and releases you with a smile before he launches himself at Bakugou.

“You're so right, man! I should have attacked you instead!” Kirishima’s whole body is wrapped around Katsuki’s, clinging on to him like a koala. “I'm so happy for the both of you!”

You can hear the slight waver in his voice like he's about to cry, and you lock eyes with Katsuki. He looks torn between being irritated at his buffoon of a best friend for enveloping him in a heavy-ass hug and the joy of sharing this life-changing news to one of the most important people in his life.

You put a hand on Kirishima's back and lean against Katsuki’s arm in the weirdest group hug you've ever had, but you're so happy right now you feel like you could cry.

Your small moment of bliss is soon interrupted by a large crash followed promptly by the wailing of not one, but two children.

The twins come rushing into the dining room, stopping dead in their tracks when they see the sight of their father clinging on to his best friend. They try to process what they're looking at before one of them speaks up, “You know what—” and the other finishes “—nevermind.”

They slowly back out of the room like they are inching away from a hungry predator and then bolt back towards the commotion.

Kirishima climbed off of Bakugou and gives you one of his shining smiles before he's rushing off after the twins.

You go to follow him when Katsuki grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He kisses your forehead and you feel love bloom across your chest.

“Just think,” he whispers, smiling against your skin. “By this time next year there will be another one.”