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Just added the 4th chapter of my fanfic 💗💗 It’ll update weekly every Thursday, it’s also on Wattpad if you prefer that w/ my username CELL0PHANE-

@fuckassinstincts is helping me edit the story so go check them out, also as CrocodileBug on archive 🩷

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thinking about katsuki bakugou who is the grumpiest, yet sweetest girl dad ever. like he cringes at the feeling of clumpy nail polish but can never bring himself to say no to his little girl. he won’t say no but he will look at you for an excuse to get him out of the third tea party that week, of course it never works and instead you just laugh at him. thinking of girl dad!katsuki bakugou who begrudgingly sits down on the floor and allows his little brat to paint his nails bright pink and pretends not to mind all the excess polish getting onto his skin. despite scowling and crossing his arms whenever his daughter begs him to play dress up with him, he still kneels down to let her sit the plastic tiara on his head. girl dad!katsuki bakugou who absolutely spoils the shit out of his daughter, has never told her no and doesn’t ever come home from patrolling without a little gift for her—sometimes a flower he picked for her and sometimes a new stuffie that caught his eye. he likes to take the family on weekend trips to the beach and enjoys building sand castles with you and your daughter, even helps collect seashells for decoration. thinking about girl dad!katsuki bakugou who’s motivation to get out of bed everyday is his little girl and how he thinks of her whenever he’s fighting to keep evil off the streets. he doesn’t trust strangers to babysit, so he insists you become a stay at home parent because what job could be more important that raising your only child. thinking about girl dad!katsuki bakugou who has the most loving gaze for his daughter because she reminds him so much of you.

a/n: makes me feel all fuzzy inside thinking about how caring and loving he’d be of his daughter like I can totally picture him letting her dress him up as a princess

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i am begging you to give me the iwaizumi fanfiction

this was from 4 months ago but,,,, what fanfiction r we speaking about

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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looking for someone who likes my hero to edit my chapters for my fanfiction!! i would send via google docs, and i can link the story details so that you can see if u would be interested or not :) it’s a sero x oc fanfiction on ao3 and wattpad called Kindled Flame

pls dm me if ur interested!!!

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋;

➵ kita shinsuke x f!reader ➵ contents: in which you start crushing on a stranger in a photo

it’s on a slow day when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. your cleaning had taken you close to the wall next to the cash register. it’s dotted with picture frames- celebrities, the boss’s brother, special occasions, the boss’s brother again. ever since you were hired not long ago, you’ve quickly learned to recognize who the regulars are. you’ve never seen anyone gulp down rice balls quite like miya atsumu does.

there’s one frame in particular that always catches your eye though, and you can’t count how many times your eyes have wandered to it. it’s not particularly eye-catching compared to the clientele that the wall boasts, but it’s unique in that it’s one of the few that wasn’t taken in the restaurant.

“what’re ya gapin’ at?”

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒;

➵ miya atsumu x gn!reader  ➵ contents: the jackals get a surprise visitor at practice

“alright, settle down.” atsumu makes it a point to scowl at each and every person in the gym staring at him in disbelief. he doesn’t really see what there is to gawk at. it’s not like he grew two heads or committed a felony. although, with the way they keep looking at him, the latter option grows more and more appealing by the second.

“i didn’t realize that was today.” bokuto drops everything he’s doing on the court and bounds over. he sidles closer, a little too close to atsumu’s precious cargo for the blonde’s liking so atsumu turns, shielding it from view. 

“what?”

“bring your kid to work day!” bokuto grins toothily, “i would’ve brought mine.”

“you don’t have a kid.”

“well i would’ve tried to make one then.” 

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thinking about boyfriend!suna

boyfriend!suna who had already been your close friend before he asked out, until one day he randomly told you to go on a date with him.

boyfriend!suna who regularly takes you out to midnight drives, just like the day he had asked you out.

boyfriend!suna who keeps all the songs he had played on your first date in a separate playlist and loves to listen to it regularly.

boyfriend!suna who always keeps a sweatshirt in his car, just for you.

boyfriend!suna who isn’t one for big and fancy dates, instead opting for a sweet and lowkey night in.

boyfriend!suna who has an album on his phone full of any kinds of pictures of you (and the two of you).

boyfriend!suna who loves to gift you small photo albums for your anniversaries.

boyfriend!suna who is actually surprisingly clingy, at home and in public.

boyfriend!suna who always has to touch you in some sort of way when out in public - an arm around your waist, thrown over your shoulder, holding hands or interlocked pinkies.

boyfriend!suna who could just spend the entire day cuddling and napping with you and he‘d be content.

boyfriend!suna who constantly gets ripped off because of how whipped he is for you.

boyfriend!suna who sometimes has a hard time understanding how a relationship works, and ends up neglecting you.

boyfriend!suna who promises to be better for you and devotes his entire free time to you.

boyfriend!suna who acts like he doesn’t notice when you come to his games, keeping the same bored face as always.

boyfriend!suna who immediately notices you in the stands and who’s heart swells with pride when he sees you wearing his jersey.

boyfriend!suna who isn’t very vocal about his love for you, so he makes sure to show it in every possible way.

boyfriend!suna whose love language is quality time.

boyfriend!suna who calls you regularly when you‘re apart, facetiming you because he misses your company.

boyfriend!suna who never hangs up when you fall asleep on call because he finds your sleeping face just adorable.

boyfriend!suna who doesn’t know just why you put up with him sometimes - but he loves every second of it.

boyfriend!suna who loves you more than anything and is sure that he‘s going to spend the rest of his life with you.

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your boyfriend, atsumu, and osamu, his brother, are playing a prank on you. they think they’re so clever, too, in their thought that it’d be funny to both dye their hair dark again and see if you could tell who was who. 

atsumu texts you to know that they’re both waiting in your apartment for you and that your challenge to figure out who’s who starts as soon as you walk in the door. but your day was long and you’re not particularly interested in their tricks. so you plan on cutting straight to what you hope might be a defining factor.

when you open the door to your apartment, they speak in unison, “hi, [name]. welcome home.” you sigh in faux annoyance, actually rather pleased at how far they’d gone to commit to the bit. they’re wearing matching clothes, and if both of their attentions weren’t hyperfocused on you and they wouldn’t stop you immediately frmo getting proof of this, you’d get a picture to send to their mother captioned “just like the good old days, huh? :)”

considering how you’ve only ever seen them with different colored hair, it’s a little surprising to see how similar they truly look. the one sitting on the left of the couch looks at you and so does the one on the right. they’re twins, obviously, but really.. it’s still shocking to see. 

osamu (or is he atsumu?) watches closely as he sees your expression shift, trying to get an idea about what you might be looking for. he thinks, muscles. surely, something about our different muscles will give us away. one of us is a professional athlete, after all. atsumu (or is he osamu?) is afraid to speak more, thinking that their voices might give them away because surely, his voice is much deeper and manlier than his brother’s.

you know that your boyfriend, atsumu (the real one), is always whining about how he needed to do more bicep curls to keep up with osamu, but what if “osamu’s” larger biceps are just a product of the real atsumu’s hard work and dedication? you know he’d get all emotional and insecure if you didn’t notice, so you can’t use that to your advantage. an idea comes to mind.

“stand up, both of you,” you demand, and they do. they stand tall, trying to be bigger than the other. “turn around,” you instruct, and they do, shuffling in their socks.

“now,” you say, “drop your pants.”

“what?!” one shrieks, looking back at you incredulously. the other’s hands move to the waistband of his sweats easily and without hesitation, but he stops when his brother looks at him and hisses, “don’t even fuckin’ think about it.”

“why not?” you laugh at his seriousness. “i know that atsumu has a freckle on his ass that kinda sorta looks like a heart. i thought it’d be a recognizable thing!”

the shrieker scowls at you, and you say, “hi, atsumu.”

“hi,” he pouts. 

“hi, osamu,” you wave.

“hey,” he laughs.

“did you really not know it was me?” atsumu huffs, crossing his arms.

“i did, baby. it was pretty obvious.”

“how so?” atsumu asks.

“osamu could never look at me with as much love in his eyes as you do, atsumu,” you reply.

“he better fuckin’ not.”

minors, do not interact.

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Sleepy

A/N: Thinking about Bakugou and his sleepy gf it’s been plaguing my mind 🏋🏻‍♀️🙌🏼💪🏼

masterlist

cw: SUPA SOFT BKG AHHH

no wc cause i wrote this straight into tumbler and i do not feel like copying and pasting it in word

also not edited so if grammar or spelling is shit i am sorry i will prolly fix it in study hall😆🙌🏼

He loves it when you get like this, all cuddly and cute like a little puppy dog. You usually wake up a bit late not being a morning person and all but today Katsuki thought it might be fun to make breakfast together. Dinners you’ve done, lunch you’ve done, but never breakfast. He will always have it finished by the time you wake up so you can feed your empty belly after a good nights sleep.

He walks around to your side of the bed, it being around 6 AM at this point, and starts to gently card his finger through your hair.

“C’mon baby, gonna make breakfast together. How’s that sound?” He speaks softly.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of him, looking completely disoriented as you cuddle deeper into your cozy sheets.

“Tired,” You speak with a soft pout and furrowed brows. God could you be any cuter, “no sun,” you continued, slurring your words.

“Well baby, he’s not up yet.” He jokes as you tighten your hugging hold on his pillow since he got up.

“Can you sit up for me, pretty?” You do as he says, slowly sitting up with blankets still draped around you. “Arms up.” he speaks one last time before he picks you up placing your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

You were absolutely weightless to him, he rested one hand securely across your back while the other remained free to hold onto the banister of the stairs. And if he thought you couldn’t get any more adorable he had another thing coming. Just as he was about to set you up on the kitchen counter, you snuggle your head into his chest and his heart melts completely. Bakugou decides that he can hold you for a little while longer while your still trying to wake up.

So there you are in the kitchen, him really doing most of the cooking and you there for moral support. You’re still seated on the counter, tired, but being there nevertheless means the world to him. You could have said you wanted to sleep in today and he would have listened. You could have said you weren’t hungry yet and made breakfast for himself. But you were sleepy and still got up to be with him.

As he works around making the food he never strays too far away you, giving you lingering touches, sometimes taking a break to let your form cuddle into his before he goes back to the cooking. Katsuki let’s you taste the food and give him feedback even if you still aren’t completely coherent yet.

Overall he loves times like these. The ones where you’re clingy and not in a way most guys would hate. But the times where you feel like you need to be touching him and if you aren’t you will pout and whine for him to come back. To which he always does because he feels the same as you.

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clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.

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bakugou katsuki is six when he pushes his mother away from him for the first time, a loud “EW!” escaping his lips once she’d kissed his cheek goodnight.

“‘ew’?” mitsuki’s eyes narrow at him, tucked comfortably in his little bed with All Might themed blankets. he pouts, furiously wiping at the spot where her lips had pressed against his skin.

“don’t kiss me, it’s gross,” he tells her, sticking his tongue out to hammer in his point. she scoffs and deliberately leans down to press a much wetter one to the same cheek. he makes an indignant noise, pushing her away again with a small hand that pops tiny sparks at her. “stop that!”

“one day you’ll miss your mother’s kisses, brat,” mitsuki tells him, ruffling his hair as she pulls away and leans over to flick off the lamp near his bed. it encases them in darkness lit only slightly by the full moon peering through his bedroom window. “then we’ll see what’s so gross about them.”

“like hell!” he exclaims in return, getting a wallop on the top of his head as his mother chides him for his language. he clutches at his head, his pout deepening. “go away already!”

mitsuki rolls her eyes, retreating to the hallway so she can head to her own bed for the night. she wishes him goodnight, then closes his door, leaving a frowning katsuki in the dark.

bakugou katsuki is eleven when a random girl in his class tries to hug him.

“get the hell off of me!” he spits out in that pre-pubescent voice of his as he shoves her away. she stumbles and trips, landing in a heap on the floor of the classroom they’re in. her big eyes look up at his scowling form, his arms crossed haughtily over his chest.

“but katsuki,” she pouts at him, “it’s valentine’s day! i just wanted to give you a hug!”

“don’t fucking touch me again, extra,” he practically growls out, then stalks away. his friends follow after him, snickering behind their palms as the girl frowns on the ground, nearly reduced to tears.

bakugou katsuki is sixteen when one of his classmates at U.A. slings an arm around his shoulder nonchalantly during lunch.

“piss off,” he snarls as he shoves the arm away, irritated that his meal had been interrupted. kaminari raises his hands in a nonthreatening manner, attempting to soothe the angry force that is the ash-blond.

“whoa there kacchan, no need to get your panties in a twist.” he grins, sliding away from katsuki slightly when a vicious glare is aimed his way.

“oooh, kaminari, haven’t you heard?” ashido leans in closer to whisper in a not-so-quiet voice. “the beast doesn’t like being touched. careful, or he’ll bite your arm off.” at this, katsuki shoots them a heated glare, and they let out playful little yelps, clutching onto each other dramatically.

“lighten up bakubro,” kirishima says cheerfully as he slaps a hand onto katsuki’s shoulder. “they’re just messing with ya!”

katsuki sends another glare at the redhead, practically stabbing his chopsticks into the piece of katsu in his bowl, but ultimately says nothing else as he shrugs the hand off his shoulder.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-two when you tap him on his upper arm for the first time, trying to catch his attention.

“what,” he grunts, already irritated since he had to wake up at ass o’clock in the morning for a patrol.

“uh, dynamight sir, i’ve got your new gauntlets here ready,” you tell him as you hold up said items. they’re slimmer, he notices approvingly, taking one in his hands to inspect the gleaming metal. he’d damaged his old ones in battle not too long ago and had to get the support team of his agency to remodel some new ones.

“they have a new latching mechanism,” you explain as you point out a funky piece of metal near the top that would go around his forearm. he eyes it, already trying to mentally figure out how it works. “i’ll need to show you how to properly adjust it—it’s a bit tricky.”

there’s a moment where he just wants to tell you to leave it—that he’ll figure it out later. but you’re already fiddling around with the gauntlet you’re still holding onto, unlatching a piece of metal swiftly and holding it out to him with an expectant look on your face.

he stares at you, eyes tracing the contours of your cheeks for a few seconds, then huffs out his nose and sticks his arm out. you’re quick with getting the device around his forearm, explaining to him what to do as he listens on and tries to ignore the soft touches of your fingers on his skin.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-three when he realizes he subconsciously craves your presence, your touch.

fleeting brushes of skin on skin when you pass by him in his agency, patting him on the shoulder. your hands wrapping around his arm when you want to pull him down to the support lab to test new items. your fingers threading through his hair when you see it all mussed up from a battle, a small smile on your face.

he realizes, as he stiffly stands one day in your tight hold, that he doesn’t quite know how to reciprocate affection. his hands hang awkwardly at his sides and he swallows thickly when you pull away and peer up at him, checking him for any injuries.

“you okay?” you whisper to him, and fuck that look in your eyes makes him want to do so many things. but he doesn’t know how.

he knows that he wasn’t the most affectionate when he was younger. he’d scoffed in the face of any sort of intimacy, his pride making him feel above that sort of thing. that just wasn’t his personality. that’s not who he was, simple as that. or at least, that’s what he’d thought.

“m’okay,” he finds himself mumbling, the urge to bury his head into your hair so overwhelmingly strong. but something holds him back. something stops him from taking that extra step. and he wishes he knew why he’s like this, why he’s so hardened to simple affections like this. why he can’t give you what you deserve.

but he can change. he knows he can.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-four when he finally learns to hug back, just for you.

he learns to wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to him so that your bodies can practically meld together. he learns how to tuck his head down into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume as though it was ambrosia. he learns to gently bump his forehead against yours to make you giggle and hold onto him tighter.

all of this and more, katsuki learns so he can get you to smile that soft smile you seem to reserve only for him. he’s become addicted, now that he’s gotten his first taste, and his life has changed for the better as a result.

so when you press a wet kiss to his cheek one day when he gets home from a particularly grueling mission, he finds himself leaning down into your touch instead of pushing you away, a content smile on his face.

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waking up next to bakugo every morning was something you’d learnt to treasure. the few minutes spent in the peace of your shared bedroom before the entire world woke up.

you’d learnt to love the sunlight peeping through the blinds tickling your bare legs, the tweeting of the birds outside the window and the warmth of his arms around your waist.

you’d started setting your alarm a little earlier, just so you could spend an extra few minutes, admiring his features. his dishevelled hair, the way his soft lips were gently parted giving way for his little snores. he was utterly gorgeous but he dismissed every compliment that you sent his way, if only he saw himself the way you you did.

you brushed the stray strands of hair out of his face, smiling to yourself. 

“i can see you watching me, you creep“ he grumbled, pulling your closer to his body.

“it’s not my fault you’re so pretty katsuki…“ you laughed into his neck and even though you didn’t see it. 

you swore you felt him smile a little.

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i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

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okay but play fighting with bakugo and then he actually ends up hurting you, like you’re close to tears but you don’t wanna make him feel bad cause you were teasing him. just trying to act like you’re not dying after getting your shit rocked and he lowkey feels bad hehehege

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME LAUGH GETTING YOUR SHIT ROCKED AHHHHHHHH i also wrote this with you making him feel bad on purpose hehe

i can imagine him playfully pushing you back onto your bed. it’s soft and comfy… how can that hurt you? but once you let out a squeal, rolling onto your stomach and clutching your hand, you soon groan into your mattress.

“uh? baby?” and he steps over to you slowly, like he’s expecting you to start shouting at him.

“sorry for pushin’ you. didn’t mean to be rough.” he speaks steady, almost nervous, a light palm on your lower back. “lemme see what i did?”

“i twisted my hand on your neck massager you left under my blanket,” you whine, shoving your face further into your blanket, “you idiot.”

you feel strong arms circle your waist, a firm chest pressed to your back. you warm up quickly and you feel as if the sharp pain in your hand is soothing. like your lover does best, he begins to press sweet kisses up your neck and jaw.

“‘m sorry. y’know ‘m sorry. never meant to hurt you,” he hums, “turn over and lemme see princess.”

he pulls away slightly, enough space for you to roll over. you beautifully pout, your eyes slightly glazed over with tears that don’t fall, clutching a very sore hand.

you trace your finger up the side of your palm, “here. your stupid neck massager attacked me here.”

and katsuki becomes a man unlike anybody but you has seen. he leans over you, one forearm holding him up as he takes your hand in his and lightly pecks all over it. his lips feel like pillows on your skin as his ruby eyes stare into yours, never breaking contact.

“don’t cry. i shouldn’t be so rough with you,” his voice is deep, lips brushing against your hand as he speaks. “‘m sorry baby.”

and katsuki is trying his hardest not to laugh at you. how so easily your frown lightens, your lips part and your breaths come out stuttered. he’s been your boyfriend for almost a year now and you’re like this over a few words and kisses on your hand? when the twitch in his cheek wins, the corner of his mouth rises in humour.

quickly you rip away your hand from his, turning your head to the side and clutching it again. “you’re so annoying katsuki.”

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‘I always think you’re pretty’

feat. Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Nanami, Gojo

note: established relationship in Nanami’s!!

ITADORI 

“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Itadori nudges you as the two of you walk to the convenience store for a late night snack run. He notices the way your gait seemed a lot more light-hearted, the way you were almost bouncing with glee in every step you took.

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