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❝𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤?❞

cw: kinda fluff - light cussing, mention of fighting.

tropes: friends-to-lovers (kinda enemies), grumpy x grumpiest.

pairing: best friend!katsuki bakugou x f!reader.

if there was something that for the surprise of both of us never made any truly mad, that was probably how neither of us could've won. Each other, of course.

me, and him that have always "allowed" me to follow him around; we never won from a fight against one another. Always truly infuriating but we never thought about it that deep since our friendship was way more important than this shit, even if none of us would admit it out loud. But here am I, I've stopped to take a brief moment and think about it all, since Mina called me out:

"girl y'know that ain't normal for such talented person such as yourself..."

she took a pause, trying go figure if that was what she was going to say, frustrated because couldn't find her "right" words, kept going

"and your, uh, friend?" giggled "it's not possible that none of you are able to win."

it's frustrating how kats' spends more time in my mind than I would find enjoyable... not that I would find enjoyable thinking of him; but lord it could be way less.

so it all started to descend in ruins in our first spar in a while. I wasn't feeling really good, but denying something to him, mainly when it comes to a fight, it's something that you'll never forget. Why? the spoiled brat will make sure you never forget how weak, self aware and fearful you were; afraid of losing to a god like him, even if he was completely convinced it was obvious you wouldn't. He is a complete fool, a natural.

but how I was delighted to fight with this fool every time. All of our fights were so deep highlighted by not holding back ever. A dance only we could pull up, our momentary show that makes everything worth it, even losing. Letting go all of the social cues, obligations and images of ourselves; only pure and raw anger.

until we are too tired to keep going, to sick of using one another to it's own sake, quirks denying their activation and lungs burning like hell.

a good visit to recovery girl (who couldn't stand our bullshit anymore), a bath in an almost shared dorm; and a nap. Him not insisting, but sleeping in the ground, me in his oh so sweet scented sheets. An ether aroma that never failed into embracing me to sleep, never.

"wake up." he would throw a pillow at me, even if his voice was almost tender when he commanded. I would look annoyed at him taking my deep breath, too sore from the day before to discuss, just like him.

"what time is it?" monotone voice, almost closed eyes, he would smirk. Shit, he made me late on purpose, and I fell for it again.

"shit kats', I fucking hate you!" got up and went all fast to my dorm, luckily the door aside.

"but I love you..." he murmured, before I could get out the door. What the fuck?

I turned to look to him, in total disbelief, a hint of hope in the corner of my eyes, for sure. He fixed his uniform belt.

"Tyler the creator." looked deeply at me, felt like it was through my soul and back. "IFHY." how well I knew him, he was trying act nonchalant.

"sure" even for that tiny brief moment that the stars aligned and time has peaked its final form, stopped and stood completely between us; I've still left for my dorm, looking desperately for my uniform.

the classroom had a weird taste as the day follow its steps, I wasn't in the mood for conversations and my friends respected my boundaries. Just feeling nostalgic for things that wasn't that much time ago, and for others that were way to long.

and feeling melt under his gaze.

all classes finally had their ending, stretching myself close to the door after finishing cleaning, taking my shoe's and being stopped mid-going-away.

"wanna go buy groceries?" he was legit serious, like, drop dead serious. Even if it was out of nowhere; I said a weirdly uneventful: "yeah, why not?".

walking there was awkward, a constant feeling that there's something being unsaid. I didn't dare looking his way, too afraid I would spill what I've been thinking, and how it have been almost all of the time about him. He wasn't particularly comfortable either, not from the way he was constantly itching the nape of his neck.

I stopped, because my body suddenly told me to. Not that it was right, but it felt right and necessary. He made the same, turning to face me.

"what?" he was feeling the nitroglycerin escaping from his palms, his body telling him to fight but not to talk.

"there's something you want to tell me?" he did a micro reaction, his eyes briefly grow bigger and went back to usual as fast. "there's something you need to tell but feel like you can't?".

he laughed not too hard, more in disbelief than anything.

"you're a pain in the ass huh?" unbelievable how you could predict, what himself couldn't say out loud.

"yeah, with the ones that deserves it!" you both giggled, feeling the tension in the air fade away.

he leaned towards you, just enough so he could see all of you. Not only outside but inside too, your eyes telling him exactly what he needed; the weird reassurance of your presence.

"you're makin' me sick." he told you calmly, brows furrowed in concentration.

"makin' you sick?" you said half smiling, almost teasingly. Until it snapped. You knew katsuki, he wouldn't say that in a appropriate way. Your face giving away the fact you've already got everything figured out.

he gave you that shit-eating grin, turning his back and keeping his steps not so steady so you could easily catch up.

he made you sick to your guts too.

✸notes: that was actually so fun to write, even if it's short 😭

[itsdafavone]

❝Welcome to the "going with my flow" blog.❞

✸about me:

name: yuyu.

age: 18.

pronouns: she/her (but I honestly don't care).

fandoms: "my hero academia", "avatar the way of water", "yu yu hakusho", "the good place", " stardew valley", "avatar the last airbender" (there's plenty of them, these are my main ones in the moment, but you can talk with me or make requests about other fandoms FOR SURE).

interests: octopus (no but I'm like obssesed with those silly animals for no reason at all), animes, mangas and movies.

it's my first time trying a real blog; I was truly a GHOST. if you saw me posting it was almost surely in my own language, venting bout' some dumb thing related to recent adult life, by all that, I'm mostly trying to communicate: help me out, I always accept advice.

✸what you'll (probably) see here:

imagines and scenarios of a bunch of random characters, and trust me when I say this: they WON'T (🙏) be as good as I imagined since english is not my first language. but we do try our best so let's fucking go.

mostly sfw drabbles and one-shots, eventually series. I would consider doing nsfw, but not for now as I am still kinda practicing.

safe space for discussions and debates, as long as everyone is respectful towards each other and the given topics (also, include me, because I LOVE talking or learning about other people points of view).

✸this is a safe space for:

ALL, but obviously there's rules I demand everyone follows here for the sake of well being.

any kind of acts of hatred or bullying towards anyone is extremely unacceptable, I will not tolerate this bullshit here (or anywhere else, but you got it).

homophobia, racism or any tipe of prejudice, will be reported by me personally. I would also be thankful if any of you guys tag me on people DARING to have this behavior so this whole process is easier.

minors are allowed in some sort of contents, for sure; but if I clearly put some tags and age rating in any of my posts and FIND OUT minors are ignoring it, I'll block you for sure.

❝𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩...❞

✸rules (when it comes to requests):

I'll inform to you when I'm able to post your request or at least try to provide a limit date, if for some reason I'm not able or don't want to do your request, I'll communicate it to you as fast as I can.

I will not, in any circumstances (do not insist) write one of these: r*pe, p*dophilia, anything without consent, abo dynamics or extreme violence/gore.

I tolerate taking inspiration, as long as you credit me in some sort of way and make it clear to me that you're taking inspiration before posting.

❝That's it folks, always thankful!❞