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Late night thought if Katsuki were really bout to act like he's in shojo..he'd romantically act like Tsukasa Domyoji from Hana Yori Dango/Boys Over Flowers and Shoto would be Hanazawa Rui (2nd love interest). You? You're Tsukushi Makino...

If I can draw this as a doujinshi...it's joever

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I initially thought my Bakugo phase from 2021 would die out eventually...but here I am making a Bakugo x reader fic in 2025

Also like the way I was fighting people left n right bc they were mischaracterizing him even going as far as to defending the other character from him..when it comes from ships that's based off of one interaction and human decency </3 but then again it's just fandom stuff so I just block and move on w my life . Idk man I'm objective and aren't into shipping. I'm the type to be onboard with a ship that makes sense saur..

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OMGGG the way I was gagged when I saw this!!! THANK YOUUUU. I love your writing sm. It's so refreshing, in character (Like I literally see it happening in the canon material I kid you not), and the plot is plotting. I literally found myself kekeing at 6 AM even though I flunked my Organic Chemistry Exam that one time LMAOOOOO

Recognition

(Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Synopsis: After years of blood, sweat, and sleepless nights in medical school and residency, you’re offered the chance of a lifetime: a position as a physician in Japan. With the public interest in healthcare on the rise, the elite Medical Unit has just been established, and you don’t hesitate to accept.

You have a one-track mind: to excel. It’s expected. It’s career-focused. No distractions…until you cross paths with a certain blonde.

(total chapters: approx. 5)

Note: This is highkey inspired by a post I read from @azzo0 where reader's a med student and I want to explore this profession for this short-chapter fic I'm cooking. I also want to take this time to say that reading the works of @ofmermaidstories , @andypantsx3 , @willowser , and @thetrashywritingwitch for literal YEARS actually pushed me to brush-off my writer's block and cultivate my writing skills. So if you see this, tysm muah <3 - from a not-so-popular fic author.

Enjoy!

“Pro Hero Dynamight surged from rank 15 to 5!” The newscaster’s voice was loud and proud, and the sounds of explosions could be heard from the television placed on the wall. Then, the screen pans to a familiar green-haired man, One for All Hero, Deku, speaking gently to the cheery live reporter as Dynamite stood by him, brooding as usual. It was the aftermath of a villain fight—a quick fight at that. 

“They really got the public hooked, huh?” Dr. Miyano says before she shoves rice and curry into her mouth using the spoon she bought at a merchandise store, it was a minimalist design of Creati. The cafeteria was filled with chirpy health professionals—some were talking to each other, some watching TV, and some were ready for seconds as they stood up, went back to the cafeteria line, and already dished out their debit cards and IDs to be scanned. 

“I’m not surprised,” you remarked, sloshing the ready-to-go glass of coffee you just ordered at the vending machine. Ever since the new generation of heroes rose, the crime rate plummeted and, of course, the heroes gained a shit ton of popularity, especially the U.A alumnis because they played key role in defeating Shigaraki and All for One, “they literally saved Japan and the whole world by extension.” 

Lunch went by in a blur—literally because it’s only a 30-minute duration. You and Miyano walked into the physician’s lounge, greeting coworkers and putting the now-empty bentos in your respective lunch bags. “You think we’re gonna meet them?” Dr. Miyano says aloud, zipping her lunch bag. 

You snide, “yeah, we’ll meet them one on one if we’re…A, we’re in the middle of a villain attack.  B, we’re tending to them, and C, one of us is in the Medical Unit, which is a competitive sector. Totally easy.” you fix your white coat and apply lip gloss—you gotta atleast look presentable even though you were running on only two hours sleep from the damn graveyard shift you took last night. “Alright, I’ll see you later.” At that, you left the room to do your patient rounds, prescribe medicine in doctor appointments, and the like. 

After your afternoon shift, you headed to a nice cafe—to unwind and do a quick email browse before you shut your damn brain off. Upon entering, you were met with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, calming your nerves. Soft jazz plays in the background as guests sink into plush chairs, sipping lattes and chatting beneath shelves lined with well-loved books. You greeted the barista, flashing a curt smile before stating your order, and this time, you added a pastry—you know, just to treat yourself after your tiring shift.

Sitting on a comfortable plush chair, you bring out your laptop, turn it on, and start browsing through your emails, double-checking to ensure you don’t miss a single damn thing. A notification popped up from your calendar: GUN SHOOTING RANGE at noon this Saturday. An open tab of an online shop that you’ve been browsing last night. Rubbing your eyes, you look out the window in thought. It’s easy to get burnt out when you overwork yourself, which you knew ever since you chose to be in pre-med during your undergraduate years. You honestly thought of being a hero, entering as a hero medic, but it was just never for you.

A familiar barista approaches you, holding a tray of your order, breaking you out of your stupor. You smile again as he places them on the cool wooden table. “Thanks. How’s the college thus far, Ben?” you ask.

“It’s ok! The Japanese literature class is lowkey kicking my ass.” he says, rubbing the back of his head, “Kinda started to question the major I chose, but how about you, doc? I remember you briefly brought up a Medical Unit application.”

Oh my fuck. I was literally avoiding to think about this shit, damnit. You’ve been doing a great job suppressing this feeling of what? Butterflies? No—it’s maggots, definitely. You stirred your drink, taking a sip to act unaffected, “It’s going to be released tomorrow.” You say as cool as a cucumber, but mentally? Oh girl, your mind is doing laps. 

“Well, you’ll definitely get in! You’re one of the hardest-working doctors I’ve met. That’s not me trying to mooch off of you or anything. I’m just being truthful,” 

“Thanks. I hope.” The conversation ended when one of his coworkers called his name, leaving you alone with your thoughts and idling laptop. After a while, you left, seemingly satisfied with the quick relaxation you had using public transit to head home. 

The sun begins to set, coloring the sky a dark hue, and the stars start to fill up space, shining bright as you pressed a code to enter the condominium building. The place is neither super luxurious nor janky. Your condo is simple, yet spacious and affordable. Your mom really did make sure that you’re financially literate. You changed out of your work clothes, followed your nightly routine, and not giving a damn about the outside world. It didn’t take long for you to drift to sleep minutes after taking a melatonin pill.

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“Ma, you don’t have to worry a goddamn thing. I’ll take care of it,” you grumble, phone placed by your ear, walking out of the train station with purpose, it’s early morning and your back hurts from the fuck ass mattress you slept on last night “I’ll pay for my little brother’s tuition. All I want from you is to relax! Goodness sake, I know you’re handling grandfather’s business, and it’s stressful. Just don’t worry about—” A public commotion cuts you off, “I’ll call you later.” You hang up, eye twitching because the short route you always go to is filled with crowds of people. It’s literally 7 am..what could be happening now?! 

“Red Riot!! We love you!!” a man screams, people gushing over the unbreakable hero. The two police cars are there to put the handcuffed villain in the vehicle. 

Red Riot chuckled, and you could just sense the signature panty-dropping shark-toothed grin he’d show to the public. Hell, even guys admit they have a crush on this guy and bought the Red Riot-themed calendar. As much as you would like to see the hero in person, you have work to do, so you briskly walk to a different path. “Hey, miss!” his voice was loud, and you thought none of it until you felt a tap on the shoulder. You turned around, and lo and behold. The hero stands before you. He’s tall as hell, clad in his hero uniform, “Oh..uh, doc, you dropped this.” he hands you your condo key. 

Your brain buffered for a quick second, “Thanks,” you took the key, “I didn’t notice.” “It’s okay!” he smiles, and it looked like he was expecting something from you, but eventually settled with, “hope you have a great day!” 

“Yeah. You too..!” You walked away while the crowd went even wilder. You missed the way Dynamite arrived at the scene, red piercing eyes glancing at you before calling out to him in a raspy voice. 

And at the physician’s lounge? You were surrounded by your colleagues, asking so many questions about your interaction with the hero. “Omg, what was he like?”

“He’s so damn fine. Did you take pictures with him? An autograph?”

“Did you ask for his number?” “I would sell my kidney for him.”  

You admitted that you didn’t ask him for anything and just expressed appreciation for picking up your house key. Of course, they clowned you, but you just laughed it off. However, the atmosphere soon shifted as everyone received a message from the medical director’s assistant about a meeting. Your heart dropped outta your ass as everyone hurried to the big meeting room, feeling excited, nervous, and curious. 

Once everyone is situated, the well-esteemed director, Dr. Lee, stands unwavering at the podium. That alone has every health professional sit up and take notice. His eyes were sharp behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Good Morning. As you are all aware, the Medical Unit has announced the results for the top three ‘pillars’.” He paused for dramatic effect, and it didn’t fail. Everyone stilled; it was pure silence. You seriously heard someone gulp behind you, and you fight the urge to bite your fingernails. Fuck.

“And I’ve received a memo that one of you was chosen out of the thousands of applicants across Japan,” he continues, “It is commendable and we couldn’t be any prouder.” his assistant comes up to him, handing a small envelope. The silence stretches, and the tension is palpable. You literally felt all your senses shutting down like you’re astral projecting. “The Medical Unit is a new sector that integrates medicine in not just the hero world, but also the general, support, and management courses. This cultivates an expansive understanding.” The rest of Dr. Lee’s explanation of the Medical unit became static to you, in exchange of mulling over your brave choice of applying. 

It’s not like you’re not confident in your abilities. Hell, you managed to get into a top medical school. You’re well-rounded and you know the ropes. You’ve dealt with the real shit outside academics, molding you into a strong professional that you are today…It’s just that sometimes those intrusive thoughts have their way of making you overthink and compare yourself to others. Are your credentials enough? Is this laughable? Are you stupid for believing that you have a shot at this? All you want is to excel in life and thrive. Maybe be someone in this world. Make a mark that influences those around you…

 All of your thoughts dissipated when you felt a nudge on your arm from Miyano, “Dude. dude.” 

“..huh?” You blinked, and all of a sudden, you felt all eyes on you, including the medical director, whose eyebrow was raised. Your eyes dart everywhere, making eye contact with everyone. “I assume you’re Dr. L/N.” Dr. Lee’s voice echoes. 

“Yes. I am,” you said aloud, not showing any weakness. Eyes resolved. Posture assertive and ready, bracing yourself to be told that you’re rejected from the Medical Unit. 

“Congratulations.” And that was not something you’re ready for. 

Thank you for reading! Oh and I totes enjoy feedback, asks, anything!!! Keep an eye out for chapter 2! My ao3 is flrtt

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for me, it's a mixture of 1-3, but mostly 2 and 3. Like I do incorporate some personalities I have but relatable for ex. me crashing out over some reasonable shit or the ability to be in denial like hell Though, mostly on 2 and 3 because I want readers to see themselves as this character and/or even get inspired/motivated by the traits the reader has while also making them human by having little quirks/ habits, have faults, and be vulnerable.

there was a poll on this a while back i think but i can't find it so:

(1) yes, i imagine the reader as myself, sharing most if not all of my traits. the reader character is meant to be a stand in for me personally, allowing for a few key differences to ground them in the narrative, e.g. a different job, super powers, or some physical characteristics that match the universe of the source material.

(2) somewhat, i imagine the reader as a rough character template. i do not actively imagine this character as myself, but rather a stand-in or placeholder relatable everyman(gn), with distinct (but largely universally relatable) character traits displayed mostly only as needed to engage with the plot.

(3) no, i imagine the reader as their own character in the narrative. i do not actively imagine this character as myself, nor as a relatable template. this is their own character within the narrative with a distinct personality and appearance and i am using second person POV as a perspective only.

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Guys

not to be that person but this guy deadass looks like Jungkook and I was lowkey losing my mind. Then this guy recognized my ass because I was being stubborn as fuck....

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CHAPTER TWOO IS OUTTTTT

Recognition

(Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Synopsis: After years of blood, sweat, and sleepless nights in medical school and residency, you’re offered the chance of a lifetime: a position as a physician in Japan. With the public interest in healthcare on the rise, the elite Medical Unit has just been established, and you don’t hesitate to accept.

You have a one-track mind: to excel. It’s expected. It’s career-focused. No distractions…until you cross paths with a certain blonde.

(total chapters: approx. 5): One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Note: This is highkey inspired by a post I read from @azzo0 where reader's a med student and I want to explore this profession for this short-chapter fic I'm cooking. I also want to take this time to say that reading the works of @ofmermaidstories , @andypantsx3 , @willowser , and @thetrashywritingwitch for literal YEARS actually pushed me to brush-off my writer's block and cultivate my writing skills. So if you see this, tysm muah <3 - from a not-so-popular fic author.

Enjoy!

“Pro Hero Dynamight surged from rank 15 to 5!” The newscaster’s voice was loud and proud, and the sounds of explosions could be heard from the television placed on the wall. Then, the screen pans to a familiar green-haired man, One for All Hero, Deku, speaking gently to the cheery live reporter as Dynamite stood by him, brooding as usual. It was the aftermath of a villain fight—a quick fight at that. 

“They really got the public hooked, huh?” Dr. Miyano says before she shoves rice and curry into her mouth using the spoon she bought at a merchandise store, it was a minimalist design of Creati. The cafeteria was filled with chirpy health professionals—some were talking to each other, some watching TV, and some were ready for seconds as they stood up, went back to the cafeteria line, and already dished out their debit cards and IDs to be scanned. 

“I’m not surprised,” you remarked, sloshing the ready-to-go glass of coffee you just ordered at the vending machine. Ever since the new generation of heroes rose, the crime rate plummeted and, of course, the heroes gained a shit ton of popularity, especially the U.A alumnis because they played key role in defeating Shigaraki and All for One, “they literally saved Japan and the whole world by extension.” 

Lunch went by in a blur—literally because it’s only a 30-minute duration. You and Miyano walked into the physician’s lounge, greeting coworkers and putting the now-empty bentos in your respective lunch bags. “You think we’re gonna meet them?” Dr. Miyano says aloud, zipping her lunch bag. 

You snide, “yeah, we’ll meet them one on one if we’re…A, we’re in the middle of a villain attack.  B, we’re tending to them, and C, one of us is in the Medical Unit, which is a competitive sector. Totally easy.” you fix your white coat and apply lip gloss—you gotta atleast look presentable even though you were running on only two hours sleep from the damn graveyard shift you took last night. “Alright, I’ll see you later.” At that, you left the room to do your patient rounds, prescribe medicine in doctor appointments, and the like. 

After your afternoon shift, you headed to a nice cafe—to unwind and do a quick email browse before you shut your damn brain off. Upon entering, you were met with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, calming your nerves. Soft jazz plays in the background as guests sink into plush chairs, sipping lattes and chatting beneath shelves lined with well-loved books. You greeted the barista, flashing a curt smile before stating your order, and this time, you added a pastry—you know, just to treat yourself after your tiring shift.

Sitting on a comfortable plush chair, you bring out your laptop, turn it on, and start browsing through your emails, double-checking to ensure you don’t miss a single damn thing. A notification popped up from your calendar: GUN SHOOTING RANGE at noon this Saturday. An open tab of an online shop that you’ve been browsing last night. Rubbing your eyes, you look out the window in thought. It’s easy to get burnt out when you overwork yourself, which you knew ever since you chose to be in pre-med during your undergraduate years. You honestly thought of being a hero, entering as a hero medic, but it was just never for you.

A familiar barista approaches you, holding a tray of your order, breaking you out of your stupor. You smile again as he places them on the cool wooden table. “Thanks. How’s the college thus far, Ben?” you ask.

“It’s ok! The Japanese literature class is lowkey kicking my ass.” he says, rubbing the back of his head, “Kinda started to question the major I chose, but how about you, doc? I remember you briefly brought up a Medical Unit application.”

Oh my fuck. I was literally avoiding to think about this shit, damnit. You’ve been doing a great job suppressing this feeling of what? Butterflies? No—it’s maggots, definitely. You stirred your drink, taking a sip to act unaffected, “It’s going to be released tomorrow.” You say as cool as a cucumber, but mentally? Oh girl, your mind is doing laps. 

“Well, you’ll definitely get in! You’re one of the hardest-working doctors I’ve met. That’s not me trying to mooch off of you or anything. I’m just being truthful,” 

“Thanks. I hope.” The conversation ended when one of his coworkers called his name, leaving you alone with your thoughts and idling laptop. After a while, you left, seemingly satisfied with the quick relaxation you had using public transit to head home. 

The sun begins to set, coloring the sky a dark hue, and the stars start to fill up space, shining bright as you pressed a code to enter the condominium building. The place is neither super luxurious nor janky. Your condo is simple, yet spacious and affordable. Your mom really did make sure that you’re financially literate. You changed out of your work clothes, followed your nightly routine, and not giving a damn about the outside world. It didn’t take long for you to drift to sleep minutes after taking a melatonin pill.

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“Ma, you don’t have to worry a goddamn thing. I’ll take care of it,” you grumble, phone placed by your ear, walking out of the train station with purpose, it’s early morning and your back hurts from the fuck ass mattress you slept on last night “I’ll pay for my little brother’s tuition. All I want from you is to relax! Goodness sake, I know you’re handling grandfather’s business, and it’s stressful. Just don’t worry about—” A public commotion cuts you off, “I’ll call you later.” You hang up, eye twitching because the short route you always go to is filled with crowds of people. It’s literally 7 am..what could be happening now?! 

“Red Riot!! We love you!!” a man screams, people gushing over the unbreakable hero. The two police cars are there to put the handcuffed villain in the vehicle. 

Red Riot chuckled, and you could just sense the signature panty-dropping shark-toothed grin he’d show to the public. Hell, even guys admit they have a crush on this guy and bought the Red Riot-themed calendar. As much as you would like to see the hero in person, you have work to do, so you briskly walk to a different path. “Hey, miss!” his voice was loud, and you thought none of it until you felt a tap on the shoulder. You turned around, and lo and behold. The hero stands before you. He’s tall as hell, clad in his hero uniform, “Oh..uh, doc, you dropped this.” he hands you your condo key. 

Your brain buffered for a quick second, “Thanks,” you took the key, “I didn’t notice.” “It’s okay!” he smiles, and it looked like he was expecting something from you, but eventually settled with, “hope you have a great day!” 

“Yeah. You too..!” You walked away while the crowd went even wilder. You missed the way Dynamite arrived at the scene, red piercing eyes glancing at you before calling out to him in a raspy voice. 

And at the physician’s lounge? You were surrounded by your colleagues, asking so many questions about your interaction with the hero. “Omg, what was he like?”

“He’s so damn fine. Did you take pictures with him? An autograph?”

“Did you ask for his number?” “I would sell my kidney for him.”  

You admitted that you didn’t ask him for anything and just expressed appreciation for picking up your house key. Of course, they clowned you, but you just laughed it off. However, the atmosphere soon shifted as everyone received a message from the medical director’s assistant about a meeting. Your heart dropped outta your ass as everyone hurried to the big meeting room, feeling excited, nervous, and curious. 

Once everyone is situated, the well-esteemed director, Dr. Lee, stands unwavering at the podium. That alone has every health professional sit up and take notice. His eyes were sharp behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Good Morning. As you are all aware, the Medical Unit has announced the results for the top three ‘pillars’.” He paused for dramatic effect, and it didn’t fail. Everyone stilled; it was pure silence. You seriously heard someone gulp behind you, and you fight the urge to bite your fingernails. Fuck.

“And I’ve received a memo that one of you was chosen out of the thousands of applicants across Japan,” he continues, “It is commendable and we couldn’t be any prouder.” his assistant comes up to him, handing a small envelope. The silence stretches, and the tension is palpable. You literally felt all your senses shutting down like you’re astral projecting. “The Medical Unit is a new sector that integrates medicine in not just the hero world, but also the general, support, and management courses. This cultivates an expansive understanding.” The rest of Dr. Lee’s explanation of the Medical unit became static to you, in exchange of mulling over your brave choice of applying. 

It’s not like you’re not confident in your abilities. Hell, you managed to get into a top medical school. You’re well-rounded and you know the ropes. You’ve dealt with the real shit outside academics, molding you into a strong professional that you are today…It’s just that sometimes those intrusive thoughts have their way of making you overthink and compare yourself to others. Are your credentials enough? Is this laughable? Are you stupid for believing that you have a shot at this? All you want is to excel in life and thrive. Maybe be someone in this world. Make a mark that influences those around you…

 All of your thoughts dissipated when you felt a nudge on your arm from Miyano, “Dude. dude.” 

“..huh?” You blinked, and all of a sudden, you felt all eyes on you, including the medical director, whose eyebrow was raised. Your eyes dart everywhere, making eye contact with everyone. “I assume you’re Dr. L/N.” Dr. Lee’s voice echoes. 

“Yes. I am,” you said aloud, not showing any weakness. Eyes resolved. Posture assertive and ready, bracing yourself to be told that you’re rejected from the Medical Unit. 

“Congratulations.” And that was not something you’re ready for. 

Thank you for reading! Oh and I totes enjoy feedback, asks, anything!!! Keep an eye out for chapter 2! Oh and if anyone wants to be added on my tag list, lmk!!! My ao3 is flrtt

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Recognition pt.2

(Pro-Hero Bakugo Katsuki x Reader) Omg thank you guys for reading my story. I was basically fangirling. Thanks for the feedback! I enjoy reading everyone's comment hehehe. It means a lot, esp. I am not a popular fic writer. Let me know if any of you guys wants to be added to a tag list! <3 Chapter 3 will also be up soon! (I'm using this as an excuse to not do any more image analysis of retina LOL)

For Chapter one, two, three, four, and five

BANG. BANG. BANG. 

The gun shooting range echoes with the sharp crack of gunfire, its concrete lanes lined with paper targets and protective glass partitions. The air smells of gunpowder as you fire shot after shot at the now bullet-holed paper target. You quickly glance at the screen placed to your right, hung by the partition wall, opting to put the paper target from a far distance. You loaded six rounds into the pistol you’re holding and resumed, taking aim under the fluorescent lights. 

To others, they’d think you’re some gun-crazed maniac, shooting with no pauses, but you don’t care because you’re in deep thought about the fact that a few days ago, Dr. Lee announced that you’re a part of the Medical Unit. Albeit you handled the unintentional attention from your colleagues and even the medical director well, you internally cringed when you remembered standing up at the podium, feeling awkward, and absolutely flabbergasted. 

Will I be able to fit in? How should I stand? Should I tone down my assertiveness at work so that they won’t think I’m a bitch? “Fuck,” you grumbled when the slide of the gun went backwards and you had fix it. There’s a bajillion thoughts running in your head. Sometimes this trait is beneficial, as it helps you connect health issues that your patients experience into a diagnosis, allowing you to refer them to different specialists efficiently; however, at other times, like now, it has the opposite effect. 

You don’t even want to get started on the influx of emails you began to receive. Ranging from a bunch of congratulations, students wishing to shadow you, work logistics, and, somehow, a promotional email of a perfume Shoto’s modelling in had managed to peek its way through your work email, which you didn’t erase because seeing his face in the ad calmed you. 

Eventually, your time ran out, and you left the shooting range, walking into a room where you gave the rented gun to the desk and paid for the time you used it. You placed your eye and ear protective gear into your large carryall bag. 

Stepping out of the building, you were met with the warmth of the sunny noon, light kissing your skin. The sky is clear, brilliant blue, and the world feels alive and vibrant under the midday sun. You sense good mood in everyone as you make your way to a modern and sleek woman-owned cafe that’s well-known for its famous Einspänner Lattes. 

You arrived earlier than usual, not wanting to wait for an hour during the shop’s peak hours. When the barista sets out a matcha latte on the counter, your hand darts out to grab it, but it falls onto the woman with short brown hair, tied back, and two strands of brown hair on either side of her face. Eyes wide, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Let me help you,” quickly grabbing thick napkins from the dispenser, wiping the table counter 

“Oh. It’s okay!” Her voice is warm, it sounds familiar for some reason, but you don’t mull over it. 

“No, no, it’s not, I spilled a drink on you.” 

She chuckles, a slight rose-colored blush tints her cheeks, “It’s not like it was all over me. I have spare clothes. It’s okay.” She takes the napkin and wipes the stain off her shirt. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Ok, well, let me treat you at least,” you assert, making up to this woman who just became a victim of your occasional clumsiness. She was about to interject, but refrained after you said, “It’s the least I can do. I insist.” 

So there you are, paying for another overpriced matcha latte. You both sat next to each other, and to avoid awkwardness, you struck up a conversation, “I hope you weren’t on the way to your job or anything…”

“No. It’s my day off today,” she chirps, warm and friendly, “Just finished going to gym and chose to head here because Izuk—I mean I went here with someone a few days ago, so I want to try their matcha again and to take my mind off work..heh.”

You took a good look at her and noticed that her cheeks were starting to turn red. Is it because of heat? But you’re not one to pry, so you dropped it, “I understand. I was just at a gun shooting range, taking my mind off my job.” you chuckle lightly, “Recently, I just found out that I got into this position and it felt like being chucked into the lion’s den even though I applied to it.”

“Yeah, I can see why it could be nerve-wracking. For me? I have this counseling program that I’m just having some slight issues with. I’ve run it with the head of the departments, but to no avail,” she sighs. The barista gave the drink to her and left to clean up the remnants of the spilled drink. The café is starting to fill up with people, and a line is already forming outside.

You paused, “I suggest you try to have someone from a different lens to offer great insight for your program. That way, you’re negotiating with the knowledge that you have someone who adds another strong argument for your case.” 

She looks at you with big, brown eyes, inquisitive, “Yeah…oh!” She stands up abruptly, “I have to go! It’s nice talking with you, miss...”

“Y/N,” you smile, “and good luck!” 

Weeks passed after that matcha interaction, and you’ve been fulfilling your usual duties as a physician. You’re on autopilot, work starting to pile up now that you’re in the Medical Unit. It got to a point where one of your friends had to drag you out of your desk to go out, emphasizing that it’s important to relax, and they’re right, but you won’t admit it. You also met the other two doctors who were accepted into the unit. 

Dr. Kim is a whirlwind of energy and sunshine, always smiling and filled with excitement that spills over into her work persona. It makes people less intimidated by her, yet the respect remains. On the other hand, Dr. Yuna is a composed individual, analytical, introspective, and has steady eyes that miss nothing. You? Well, you’re the one who exudes authority—brows furrowed in focus, which could easily be mistaken for a resting bitch face. You possess a quiet confidence that commands respect, making people sit up straight and take notice of you. I’m just doing my job, you clipped your hair up, but balance is important, I guess… You skim through a file that was sent to you by Dr. Yuna. 

It refers to the funding issue Uravity has for her quirk counseling program. You reviewed her past reports, concluding that her only problem was easily solvable—she only needed a physician’s note to help her case. You blinked. “There’s no fucking way..” You reread the file, remembering the lady you treated with matcha. The rose colored cheeks, that warm voice, the round eyes, and wearing a cap inside the shop, “I met Uravity and I had no idea….”

Days flew by, and the three of you now stood under the scrutinizing gaze of the pro-heroes.

Dr. Yuna was flipping through the packet, adding information from time to time as Dr. Kim spoke eloquently, while you stood there, arms crossed, eyes darting to each hero in an attempt to match their respective intensities. You see familiar faces and goddamn, they all look good. 

Creati raises her hand, “Does the Medical Unit need someone to defend them?” she asks politely. 

You learned to wield eye contact like a spell—to draw others in, leaving them nowhere to hide, so you use that to your advantage. “We don’t need defense necessarily,” you finally spoke, voice loud and clear, garnering everyone’s attention, “The Medical Unit is not created to be a burden. We’re here to integrate the field of healthcare into each sector. Thus, improving everyone’s quality of life. For instance, if a war breaks out again, you’re wondering how the Medical Unit can help. We help by making sure that the medical resources reach evacuation places in rural areas diligently,” glancing at Dynamight, before refocusing your attention on Creati.

After the meeting, there was no time for networking as the three of you had to move on to the next agenda, briefly wishing the heroes well and leaving. Soon thereafter, afternoon turns into night, you find yourself wanting to just collapse in your humble abode and sleep all day, but work is still not over, and now you’re heading towards the Fast Track Zone in the Emergency Department because, for some reason, nurses and physicians don’t want to treat this man. 

“Man, come on. Just…you’re bruised on the chest!” 

“I have a fucking ice pack at home. I don’t need to be here,” a loud raspy voice echoed in the area, and you literally saw nurses intake a sharp breath. 

This commotion is wearing your patience thin as you’re running on caffeine and adrenaline. Maybe he’s just anxious. You quickly relax, expecting to face an unpleasant civilian sitting on the treatment stretcher. What you didn’t expect was that the man is the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. God, he’s even more attractive in real life. 

“Hi, doc!” Red Riot smiles, “Well, you see, my friend here got bruised during the patrol.” 

“Ah, I see,” you say coolly, trying to remain unfazed while feeling Dynamight’s red eyes boring into you like hot coals, as if they could melt the side of your face. “Red Riot, tell me what occurred,” you start, putting on disposable gloves. 

“Well, we were chasing the villain, and he got hit on his chest.” he grins, “Wait, are you the doctor from the medical unit and the one who dropped the house key on the street?” 

You adjusted the stethoscope around your neck, smiling a little, “Yeah.” “What you did at the meeting was so manly! I admire the work you guys do! It must be really hectic since it’s new. Oh, and just call me Kirishima!” Red Rio—err—Kirishima’s bright energy contrasts with whatever vibe Dynamight’s trying to aim for at this time.

“Thanks—”

Dynamight clicks his tongue, cutting you off, “I ain’t tryna be here all night with both of you chatting like this shit’s some social gathering.” 

Honestly, he may be handsome, but he’s turning the calm atmosphere sour. “Stop being such a drama queen, now take your top off,” you blurted, which you didn’t mean to, but the damage has been done because now you see an amused Kirishima in your peripheral vision. 

“Hah?!” Dynamight’s eye twitched, “Why the fuck should I?! I only need an ice pa—”

“Because I have to see if there is swelling or other physical signs that might complicate your situation. For example, difficulty breathing,” you argued and quickly decided to not let this man get to you just to de-escalate the situation, “Just take it off so we can all separate ways.” You’ve seen people shirtless before. Hell, you even saw a lot of naked bodies in your line of work, so this shouldn’t be new.

He begrudgingly cooperated. You step closer to inspect the growing bruise on his chest. 

He’s all lean muscle and sharp lines—broad shoulders tapering into a sculpted torso, scars littered around him, some faint, some prominent. Each muscle is defined like it were carved with intent. You hummed, avoiding his watchful gaze, “Ok so—” you look up and your breath hitched as his eyes darted downwards to meet yours. 

“So?” he grumbles, both hands resting on the stretcher, slightly leaning back. 

“So…there are no signs of swelling, but I suggest monitoring them for any signs of worsening symptoms.” You quickly backed away, walking towards the garbage bin to throw your gloves even though you didn’t touch him. “Put an ice pack and take pain killers,” you say, opening a drawer where the instant cold pack is stored , your brain in ‘work’ mode. You walk towards him, now with his shirt on. “If you don’t, it's gonna get worse,” you rambled, heart beating like drums. 

“Thanks, doc!” Kirishima smiles, answering for his friend. 

You bid them farewell, making a beeline for the restroom to recuperate. You stopped in front of a mirror, took deep breaths, and said, “I am a professional.” You shook your head, hands gripping the sink, “Why the hell am I acting like a giddy teenager over some shirtless guy. It’s not that serious.” 

The guy is Dynamight. The one people fawn over. This man could get whoever the fuck he wants with just a smirk. I’m standing in the middle—

Now you’re pacing back and forth, “It’s just work. It’s nothing serious. We just made eye contact. It’s nothing romantic. Yeah! Yea—” 

You turn around to see the old janitor, “Oh, are you using the restroom—I mean! Cleaning the area?” 

“Yes, doc.” 

You made your way out, “Right…well, uh, have a great afternoon.” It’s midnight. 

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So...I woke up early morning to head to my summer research at a prestigious hospital, opened my tumblr, saw the notifications, and I fangirled so hard, kekeing in the bus on the way 😭

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Recognition

(Pro-Hero Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Synopsis: After years of blood, sweat, and sleepless nights in medical school and residency, you’re offered the chance of a lifetime: a position as a physician in Japan. With the public interest in healthcare on the rise, the elite Medical Unit has just been established, and you don’t hesitate to accept.

You have a one-track mind: to excel. It’s expected. It’s career-focused. No distractions…until you cross paths with a certain blonde.

(total chapters: approx. 5): One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Note: This is highkey inspired by a post I read from @azzo0 where reader's a med student and I want to explore this profession for this short-chapter fic I'm cooking. I also want to take this time to say that reading the works of @ofmermaidstories , @andypantsx3 , @willowser , and @thetrashywritingwitch for literal YEARS actually pushed me to brush-off my writer's block and cultivate my writing skills. So if you see this, tysm muah <3 - from a not-so-popular fic author.

Enjoy!

“Pro Hero Dynamight surged from rank 15 to 5!” The newscaster’s voice was loud and proud, and the sounds of explosions could be heard from the television placed on the wall. Then, the screen pans to a familiar green-haired man, One for All Hero, Deku, speaking gently to the cheery live reporter as Dynamight stood by him, brooding as usual. It was the aftermath of a villain fight—a quick fight at that. 

“They really got the public hooked, huh?” Dr. Miyano says before she shoves rice and curry into her mouth using the spoon she bought at a merchandise store, it was a minimalist design of Creati. The cafeteria was filled with chirpy health professionals—some were talking to each other, some watching TV, and some were ready for seconds as they stood up, went back to the cafeteria line, and already dished out their debit cards and IDs to be scanned. 

“I’m not surprised,” you remarked, sloshing the ready-to-go glass of coffee you just ordered at the vending machine. Ever since the new generation of heroes rose, the crime rate plummeted and, of course, the heroes gained a shit ton of popularity, especially the U.A alumnis because they played key role in defeating Shigaraki and All for One, “they literally saved Japan and the whole world by extension.” 

Lunch went by in a blur—literally because it’s only a 30-minute duration. You and Miyano walked into the physician’s lounge, greeting coworkers and putting the now-empty bentos in your respective lunch bags. “You think we’re gonna meet them?” Dr. Miyano says aloud, zipping her lunch bag. 

You snide, “yeah, we’ll meet them one on one if we’re…A, we’re in the middle of a villain attack.  B, we’re tending to them, and C, one of us is in the Medical Unit, which is a competitive sector. Totally easy.” you fix your white coat and apply lip gloss—you gotta atleast look presentable even though you were running on only two hours sleep from the damn graveyard shift you took last night. “Alright, I’ll see you later.” At that, you left the room to do your patient rounds, prescribe medicine in doctor appointments, and the like. 

After your afternoon shift, you headed to a nice cafe—to unwind and do a quick email browse before you shut your damn brain off. Upon entering, you were met with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, calming your nerves. Soft jazz plays in the background as guests sink into plush chairs, sipping lattes and chatting beneath shelves lined with well-loved books. You greeted the barista, flashing a curt smile before stating your order, and this time, you added a pastry—you know, just to treat yourself after your tiring shift.

Sitting on a comfortable plush chair, you bring out your laptop, turn it on, and start browsing through your emails, double-checking to ensure you don’t miss a single damn thing. A notification popped up from your calendar: GUN SHOOTING RANGE at noon this Saturday. An open tab of an online shop that you’ve been browsing last night. Rubbing your eyes, you look out the window in thought. It’s easy to get burnt out when you overwork yourself, which you knew ever since you chose to be in pre-med during your undergraduate years. You honestly thought of being a hero, entering as a hero medic, but it was just never for you.

A familiar barista approaches you, holding a tray of your order, breaking you out of your stupor. You smile again as he places them on the cool wooden table. “Thanks. How’s the college thus far, Ben?” you ask.

“It’s ok! The Japanese literature class is lowkey kicking my ass.” he says, rubbing the back of his head, “Kinda started to question the major I chose, but how about you, doc? I remember you briefly brought up a Medical Unit application.”

Oh my fuck. I was literally avoiding to think about this shit, damnit. You’ve been doing a great job suppressing this feeling of what? Butterflies? No—it’s maggots, definitely. You stirred your drink, taking a sip to act unaffected, “It’s going to be released tomorrow.” You say as cool as a cucumber, but mentally? Oh girl, your mind is doing laps. 

“Well, you’ll definitely get in! You’re one of the hardest-working doctors I’ve met. That’s not me trying to mooch off of you or anything. I’m just being truthful,” 

“Thanks. I hope.” The conversation ended when one of his coworkers called his name, leaving you alone with your thoughts and idling laptop. After a while, you left, seemingly satisfied with the quick relaxation you had using public transit to head home. 

The sun begins to set, coloring the sky a dark hue, and the stars start to fill up space, shining bright as you pressed a code to enter the condominium building. The place is neither super luxurious nor janky. Your condo is simple, yet spacious and affordable. Your mom really did make sure that you’re financially literate. You changed out of your work clothes, followed your nightly routine, and not giving a damn about the outside world. It didn’t take long for you to drift to sleep minutes after taking a melatonin pill.

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“Ma, you don’t have to worry a goddamn thing. I’ll take care of it,” you grumble, phone placed by your ear, walking out of the train station with purpose, it’s early morning and your back hurts from the fuck ass mattress you slept on last night “I’ll pay for my little brother’s tuition. All I want from you is to relax! Goodness sake, I know you’re handling grandfather’s business, and it’s stressful. Just don’t worry about—” A public commotion cuts you off, “I’ll call you later.” You hang up, eye twitching because the short route you always go to is filled with crowds of people. It’s literally 7 am..what could be happening now?! 

“Red Riot!! We love you!!” a man screams, people gushing over the unbreakable hero. The two police cars are there to put the handcuffed villain in the vehicle. 

Red Riot chuckled, and you could just sense the signature panty-dropping shark-toothed grin he’d show to the public. Hell, even guys admit they have a crush on this guy and bought the Red Riot-themed calendar. As much as you would like to see the hero in person, you have work to do, so you briskly walk to a different path. “Hey, miss!” his voice was loud, and you thought none of it until you felt a tap on the shoulder. You turned around, and lo and behold. The hero stands before you. He’s tall as hell, clad in his hero uniform, “Oh..uh, doc, you dropped this.” he hands you your condo key. 

Your brain buffered for a quick second, “Thanks,” you took the key, “I didn’t notice.” “It’s okay!” he smiles, and it looked like he was expecting something from you, but eventually settled with, “hope you have a great day!” 

“Yeah. You too..!” You walked away while the crowd went even wilder. You missed the way Dynamite arrived at the scene, red piercing eyes glancing at you before calling out to him in a raspy voice. 

And at the physician’s lounge? You were surrounded by your colleagues, asking so many questions about your interaction with the hero. “Omg, what was he like?”

“He’s so damn fine. Did you take pictures with him? An autograph?”

“Did you ask for his number?” “I would sell my kidney for him.”  

You admitted that you didn’t ask him for anything and just expressed appreciation for picking up your house key. Of course, they clowned you, but you just laughed it off. However, the atmosphere soon shifted as everyone received a message from the medical director’s assistant about a meeting. Your heart dropped outta your ass as everyone hurried to the big meeting room, feeling excited, nervous, and curious. 

Once everyone is situated, the well-esteemed director, Dr. Lee, stands unwavering at the podium. That alone has every health professional sit up and take notice. His eyes were sharp behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Good Morning. As you are all aware, the Medical Unit has announced the results for the top three ‘pillars’.” He paused for dramatic effect, and it didn’t fail. Everyone stilled; it was pure silence. You seriously heard someone gulp behind you, and you fight the urge to bite your fingernails. Fuck.

“And I’ve received a memo that one of you was chosen out of the thousands of applicants across Japan,” he continues, “It is commendable and we couldn’t be any prouder.” his assistant comes up to him, handing a small envelope. The silence stretches, and the tension is palpable. You literally felt all your senses shutting down like you’re astral projecting. “The Medical Unit is a new sector that integrates medicine in not just the hero world, but also the general, support, and management courses. This cultivates an expansive understanding.” The rest of Dr. Lee’s explanation of the Medical unit became static to you, in exchange of mulling over your brave choice of applying. 

It’s not like you’re not confident in your abilities. Hell, you managed to get into a top medical school. You’re well-rounded and you know the ropes. You’ve dealt with the real shit outside academics, molding you into a strong professional that you are today…It’s just that sometimes those intrusive thoughts have their way of making you overthink and compare yourself to others. Are your credentials enough? Is this laughable? Are you stupid for believing that you have a shot at this? All you want is to excel in life and thrive. Maybe be someone in this world. Make a mark that influences those around you…

 All of your thoughts dissipated when you felt a nudge on your arm from Miyano, “Dude. dude.” 

“..huh?” You blinked, and all of a sudden, you felt all eyes on you, including the medical director, whose eyebrow was raised. Your eyes dart everywhere, making eye contact with everyone. “I assume you’re Dr. L/N.” Dr. Lee’s voice echoes. 

“Yes. I am,” you said aloud, not showing any weakness. Eyes resolved. Posture assertive and ready, bracing yourself to be told that you’re rejected from the Medical Unit. 

“Congratulations.” And that was not something you’re ready for. 

Thank you for reading! Oh and I totes enjoy feedback, asks, anything!!! Keep an eye out for updates! Oh and if anyone wants to be added on my tag list, lmk!!! My ao3 is flrtt

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Soo may or may not release a story...

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I think Bakugo would be the type to stand silently behind you while you're getting ready — arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe like he wasn’t intentionally watching your every move.

You're dabbing concealer under your eyes, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted in concentration. You don’t even notice him at first, not until the room’s too still and you catch his reflection in the mirror — that unmistakable smirk playing on his lips, eyes low-lidded and heavy with something you can’t quite place.

You blink. “What?” you ask, a little breathless.

He doesn’t move, just lingers behind you with that slow, deliberate gaze, and replies, low and rough, “Nothin’. Just... you look beautiful. That’s all.”

You scoff, but your cheeks flush anyway. “I’m not even done—”

Bakugo pushes off the wall. Comes up behind you. His hands settle at your hips, warm and grounding. His head dips low, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Tch. You don’t need all this, babe. You’re already fuckin’ perfect.”

You shiver. And when he brushes your hair aside to place the softest kiss at the nape of your neck — slow, unhurried — your brush clatters softly onto the counter.

He rests his chin on your shoulder after, arms circling your waist like you’re something precious. And with a smirk you can feel, he adds, “Still gonna wait while you finish though. Wanna stare some more.”

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this rlly for the pre-med/med girlies fr

Let's talk about Katsuki, who happens to be dating a med student. Both of your guys' schedules are hectic— rising with the sun and sleeping a few hours before it rises again.

But still, you manage to make time for each other. He makes sure to drop by your place on the weekends with your favourite drink even though he knows your nose will be buried deep in your laptop or a textbook. You're not hearing a single complaint from him, though. You can study while he's still there. On his lap.

He'll silently lift you from the chair and sit on it, dropping you on his thighs. You'll kiss his temple and continue working on your laptop while he scrolls on his phone with his forehead resting on your back, or he'll simply close his eyes with his arms wrapped around your waist while his lips lazily kiss your hair or the back of your neck. He lets you study all you want, but sometimes, he feels like being mischievous.

His breath will fan your jugular while his hands slip under your shirt or move ever so slowly down to your thigh, where he'll give it a firm squeeze, pull your legs slightly apart and draw circles with his thumb on your inner thigh. He likes watching you try to pretend like you don't care what he's doing when you're really crumbling with every touch. He keeps toying with you until you finally give up and turn around to give him a rough kiss and order him to carry you to the bed.

He's not the only one who pays visits. Sometimes, after class, you drive to his agency even if he's not there. You wait for him in his office, in his chair, while doing your own thing. Usually, when he's back, he has a bruise or an ugly gash from a fight with a villain. He insists he'll get it checked from the clinic, but you know he won't, so you tend him instead.

He knows med school isn't easy and that you can't be hanging out with him all the time. He knows you like holing up in your room and distancing yourself from the rest of the world when you have exams and tests coming up, so he gives you the space you need. He also knows how much burden you put on yourself during these days, so his brain has developed an alarm system where he automatically knows you're having a bad day. He drags you out of your apartment by force if he has to so you can take in some fresh air, or he simply drops by to make you your favourite dish and clean up for you. He can tell when you just need his company, so he sits on your bed while you study, his presence comforting your nerves a little bit.

He loves watching you study, but his favourite bit is when he is a part of your study/ practice. He willingly gives you his arm to practice drawing blood, even if takes you a few tries to insert the needle properly. Oh, he loves presenting his arms to you, his veins already protruding out. He doesn't miss the glint in your eye or the way you subtly bite your lips before meeting his gaze.

He loves loves loves when you have an anatomy exam most of all. It's not really studying, but damn, it's so hot when you're straddling his lap with his shirt off, your fingers roaming on his bare skin, while you yap on and on in a dead-serious tone about every muscle and structure.

Once, you were sitting on his lap during a similar session and you grabbed his chin and tilted his head head upwards, making him look to the side. You ran your fingers on the strong muscle of his neck that popped out, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

"This, Katsuki, is your sternocleidomastoid." You said.

He turned his face to you again, his pants tightening a bit too much for his liking. He couldn't make out the complex words falling out of your pretty lips because he was patiently waiting for you to point out every muscle of his and then just kiss him. He knew you were well aware of his erection poking your crotch, but you went on despite it and fuck, it pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.

He took your hand and smoothly guided it down to his hardened, clothed dick, "And what is this called, Doc?"

You gave him a coy smile, your fingers playing with the band of his pants, "You see, there are a lot of parts to name here, so I might need to take a proper look to name them all for you."

And all he could do was try not to come undone while you looked up at him through your long lashes while telling him about his own anatomy.

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Honestly...I see the miss reader, personally, as someone who's always had their shit together 24/7, tough as hell like him, rough around the edges, has similarities to him (they'd understand each other more), but only a few select people fought their way into her vulnerability (he stubbornly punched the emotional walls she put up)..hence, this happened (this was just a snapshot of her). When drunk ..yeah it's like this.

I imagine people would assume Katsuki's type of women would be someone who's as tough as him, but then he'd be proving them wrong when the paparazzis catches him putting his drunken crybaby girlfriend at the front seat of his car, and she looks like she's had the worse night of her life because of her very tears stained cheeks.

Now, people gossip instead of dismissing the assumption of Katsuki's type of women. From what they've seen on the photos taken from last night's occurrence, Katsuki's girlfriend seemed to be the complete exact opposite of him that it starts to worries the netizens of what actually happens behind close doors. Is Katsuki careful with his girlfriend? What if Katsuki doesn't know how to treat such a soft lady? What if Katsuki's actually abusive?

What a loud of bull.

So what if he fell in love with someone who's the exact contrast from him? Just because he's loud and he's brash doesn't mean he'd simply lift a hand on someone, let alone his girlfriend. People were quick to assume these days, and they didn't even get the first assumption right!

So in order to dismiss these gossips, Katsuki decides to post a picture on a random night.

Sat on his lap facing him with arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried on the crook of neck, Katsuki places a hand on your plush waist and snaps a pic from above that perfectly encaptures what really does happen behind close doors. Nothing abusive, nothing out of line, just him and his girlfriend who can't get enough of each other every single day.

Honestly, he doesn't really care if the gossips continue to erupt over time, he just wanted an excuse to show you off with him as your very own personal watermark.

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I imagine people would assume Katsuki's type of women would be someone who's as tough as him, but then he'd be proving them wrong when the paparazzis catches him putting his drunken crybaby girlfriend at the front seat of his car, and she looks like she's had the worse night of her life because of her very tears stained cheeks.

Now, people gossip instead of dismissing the assumption of Katsuki's type of women. From what they've seen on the photos taken from last night's occurrence, Katsuki's girlfriend seemed to be the complete exact opposite of him that it starts to worries the netizens of what actually happens behind close doors. Is Katsuki careful with his girlfriend? What if Katsuki doesn't know how to treat such a soft lady? What if Katsuki's actually abusive?

What a loud of bull.

So what if he fell in love with someone who's the exact contrast from him? Just because he's loud and he's brash doesn't mean he'd simply lift a hand on someone, let alone his girlfriend. People were quick to assume these days, and they didn't even get the first assumption right!

So in order to dismiss these gossips, Katsuki decides to post a picture on a random night.

Sat on his lap facing him with arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried on the crook of neck, Katsuki places a hand on your plush waist and snaps a pic from above that perfectly encaptures what really does happen behind close doors. Nothing abusive, nothing out of line, just him and his girlfriend who can't get enough of each other every single day.

Honestly, he doesn't really care if the gossips continue to erupt over time, he just wanted an excuse to show you off with him as your very own personal watermark.

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never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

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Villains hear them before they even see them

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some more mhas