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watching your disgruntled boyfriend get up from the floor after tying your shoes for you. Katsuki’s always annoyed since one of these days you’re ‘gonna trip, idiot.’ he huffs at you. or as he zips up your jacket before you leave since you forget sometimes. he literally scolds you over texts to make sure you’re staying safe. you smile at your phone when his name pops up with a ‘you good?’ after you went somewhere. whether you’re walking to school or just going on a short trip to the store, he’s always looking out for you. anytime you try to tease him about it with ‘aww do you care about me or something, katsuki?’ he just rolls his eyes, ‘no, you’re just irresponsible.’ he mutters, hiding how much he absolutely adores you and just wants the piece of mind that comes with knowing you’re okay and not on the verge of tripping or even worse, catching a cold. 

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bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

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@thecowboykatsuki-anon‘s cowboy au has been living rent free in my brain, for the last few days, especially cowboy!Katsuki.  he has a chokehold on me and i’m down bad.

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[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟓𝟖 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍™

featuring : bakugo katsuki.

ԅ from lola : just a li’l late night drabble before sleep, came out of nowhere, honestly. if you see any misspellings, you don’t.

bakugo katsuki was possessive, just not in the way everybody expects.

sure, he’s selfish about a lot of things.

he knows that, but he’s especially greedy when it comes to you. a part of him is still in awe of how someone like you would ever want someone like him, and he knows you deserve better, he does.

but the thought alone of you being with someone else — loving them the way you do him, kissing them with so much passion it leaves them breathless, and touching them with the same gentleness you just effortlessly carry, it drives him up the wall.

because bakugou might not be worthy of your love, but that didn’t mean anybody else was either. and he’s scared, terrified, that one day you’ll realize what he already has — that he’s not good enough. he never has been.

it’s scary though how it’s almost like you can sense it, all these insecurities piling up inside of him. any time he has these doubts, you manage to push them away and you do it so.. naturally.

like you didn’t even have to try, all you had to do was love him and somehow everything was alright again. you knew how to make him feel, and how to make him lose himself in you.

with every breathless moan of his name that escaped you, every hushed whisper of ‘i-love-you’ as he held your hips in an almost-bruising grip, every mumbled promise of forever, every kiss you sloppily pressed against his marked up skin, it had all of his fears dissipating.

because you were bakugou katsuki’s weakness, but you were also his salvation.

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kuroo tetsurou is painfully in love with you. like, so in love he can feel sharp pains in his chest every single time you look at him. even if you guys have been together for years, you never fail to make his heart skip multiple beats. in fact, his favorite activity is watching you walk up to him. after class, when he comes to pick you up, when you guys are meeting like literally whenever. the way you both can’t contain your smile. his heart flutters knowing you share the same excitement. that’s all he ever wants to do; share feelings with you. whether you guys cry together, laugh, yell. kuroo tetsurou wants to experience it all with you. kuroo testurou is so painfully in love.

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Love Train, Tomás Q. Morín

[ID:  an angel, / a begging angel who has written on his heart / will work for love.]

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your tumblr icon is now your roommate, how's everything? :)

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watching your disgruntled boyfriend get up from the floor after tying your shoes for you. Katsuki’s always annoyed since one of these days you’re ‘gonna trip, idiot.’ he huffs at you. or as he zips up your jacket before you leave since you forget sometimes. he literally scolds you over texts to make sure you’re staying safe. you smile at your phone when his name pops up with a ‘you good?’ after you went somewhere. whether you’re walking to school or just going on a short trip to the store, he’s always looking out for you. anytime you try to tease him about it with ‘aww do you care about me or something, katsuki?’ he just rolls his eyes, ‘no, you’re just irresponsible.’ he mutters, hiding how much he absolutely adores you and just wants the piece of mind that comes with knowing you’re okay and not on the verge of tripping or even worse, catching a cold. 

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"my pretty girl" excuse me while i go cry

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he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

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i spend hours daydreaming about fictional things in bed so i can have the energy to get up and daydream about fictional things for the rest of the day

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iwaizumi hajime > everyone else

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night owl

@4teddy-bear4 asked: Could I request headcanons for Katsuki Bakugou x reader and the reader pulls all nighters wayyyyy too often, like 2, 3 or 4 times a week and he gets concerned?

warnings: none, just bakugo being a worried fuck

so you and bakugo have been dating for a bit

but beforehand you were really close friends.

he knew your habits and you knew his

he knew you had a tendency to stay up later than most to get your work done

and he did too, so he never said anything about it

it wasnt until a particular tuesday monday that you came down into the main lounge of the dorms for momo’s breakfast looking absolutely wrecked

it wasn’t even that early—maybe around 7:20 or so. so why did you look so… tired?

“rough night y/n?” kirishima perked up before he could as you came to sit with the rest of bakusquad.

“yeah! rough night? cuz no lie, you kinda look like shit!” kaminari joined it, resulting in a forehead flick from bakugo.

“i was studying for the science test… ugh. i stayed up till like, 4 in the morning…” you yawned loudly. “didn’t even mean to.”

“why are you staying up that late to study?” bakugo asked you, his eyes narrowed. “if you need help, you should’ve asked me.”

“awwww~” kaminari cooed, resulting in another forehead flick.

“i know i know! i just wanted to get some last minute vocab in. but don’t worry, i’m okay.” you smiled nice and wide, thumbs up. “momo’s breakfast will wake me up!”

he tried to believe you, but the rest of the day you were just… off.

slightly dozing off during classes, outright sleeping during lunch, and your performance during hero training wasn’t up to par.

he would know. 

he gave you a quick text to get an adequate amount of sleep before bed and you just sent a smiley face and a thumbs up emoji. he rolled his eyes at it.

it didn’t happen again until thursday. not only did you not show up for breakfast, but you came rushing outside to walk with the rest of bakusquad on your way to the UA campus, looking frazzled once again.

“y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he was the first to scream out. he got even angrier with the way you laughed at him.

“i stayed up again! did some more studying… don’t scold me!”

“why are you doing that?” he held you back while the rest of bakusquad took the hint and continued their walk. “seriously. that shit fucks with your hero training y/n, and not only that, but you’re sleepin in class! the fucks up with you?”

“katsuki, it’s not that serious…” you murmured. the glare he gave you could burn fiery holes through a boulder.

“fine. each time i see you slacking today is how many times i’m gonna rock your shit at hero training. got it?”

“b—but-!”

he was already walking away from you.

and, to your surprise, he was absolutely relentless with you during hero training. even aizawa was confused at the sudden focus on you, and just how hard bakugo was being with you.

but this was his way of telling you he was worried.

he also wanted to tire you out as much as possible, so you actually slept at night.

fast forwarding to that night, right as it hit 12am

now, bakugo normally went to sleep pretty early. he was always out before 11pm.

but, he stayed up just to text you right at 12:30.

you were completing some problems with your desk light shining down on the problem when your phone dinged.

explosion murder<3: youre awake, aren’t you?

your breath hitched. you didn’t respond at first—you didn’t want him worrying

but bakugo always had a way of knowing

explosion murder<3: i’m coming over. make sure the doors unlocked or i’m killing you

you had just gotten up to unlock your door when he walked in your room like he owned it—a habit of his

you could tell he was a little sleepy. he was dressed in some all might tee and black sweats, and his eyes were a little low. but, his lip twitched as he looked at you, then your desk, then back at you.

“study later. you need to fucking sleep.” he spoke quietly, voice riddled with sleep as he started to nearly stack your papers and put them away.

“katsuki, stop-“

“get in the bed, y/n.”

not only was the command teetering on the hotter side, but you really just couldn’t say no to your boyfriend. with a sigh, you crawled into your bed and underneath the sheets, watching as he nearly put everything away and turned your desk lamp off.

then, to your surprise, he got in bed with you.

“i told you staying up this late is unhealthy.” he yawned, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. “now you’ve got me staying up later. fucking with my schedule just to help you.”

“i’m sorry. it’s just i feel like i don’t have enough time with all the stuff we do after school, so i stay up and-“

“you’ll also have enough time to study for shit.” he huffed. “but stop letting school affect your sleep schedule. that shits dangerous. most of these teachers like us anyways, cut yourself some slack.”

you loved katsuki like this. he was still broody to you, but his words were covered in care for you.

you smiled warmly, cuddling back against his chest.

“thank you, katsuki.”

“yeah yeah, night owl.”