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𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 | 𝘬. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰

summary : your usually quiet journey home is jostled by rush hour in the subway, luckily you're not alone

pairing : thirdyear!katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

word count : 1k

cw : packed subway, little pushing and stumbling, fluff, subtly caring bakugo, for the plot there's no dorm so everyone go back to their home every night

a/n : I had this idea when I was in the subway being pushed left and right but unfortunately I was alone so I just took it

I have in my note app ideas of one shot and I have so many but I never actually write them but I wanna start being really productive so here's my first bakugo post!!

You hate taking the subway when it's rush hour. I mean what is there to like about it? People are stinky, everyone is pressed against each other and it's like you're ten times more tired than you would usually be after a school day.

Usually you would find the way back to school peaceful, taking a seat by the window and watching the buildings pass by.

But due to a schedule change you finished school during rush hour so now here you were waiting for the subway on a station packed with people all hoping to get on the next train.

Depending on the day and wether he stayed for extra training you would do the way home with Bakugo.

Your parents had decided to move to a bigger house at the end of the second year so you were now living a few blocks away from him.

In the beginning you would just be in the same train not talking to each other, you weren't really close with him, but as weeks passed you initiated small talk (which he wasn't always answering to) and even thought you weren't really spending much time together outside of the walk to school or back home you had found comfort in this routine you had established.

But if usually you could share a quiet discussion with him on the almost silent train, today you had found yourself pressed between the people clinging tightly to the bar hoping not to fall. You had lost Bakugo when the doors opened, taken away by the crowd trying to enter the wagon.

As you were focusing on staying upright, the subway came to a stop arriving at the next station. When the doors opened, people trying to come out were pushing you from every side and as small as you were trying to make yourself bags and elbows came smashing you from everywhere.

Suddenly you felt a strong arm sliding around your waist and a hand tugging at your wrist. Without having the time to understand what was happening you got pulled until you had your back against the opposite door.

"You looked like a rag doll over there", you heard a familiar gruff voice whisper next to your ear.

Looking up you found your face inches away from Bakugo's.

"Bakugo!" you jumped at his proximity (it's not like he had much choice, you thought), realizing his hand was still on you.

Looking down at his hand on your wrist you mumbled a thank you but he was already looking away.

The train then jostled, surprising you, as it left the station, making you lose your balance and gripping at the nearest thing to support you, which was.. Bakugo's chest.

"Sorry I-" you didn't get the chance to finish apologizing before you felt his hands on your waist again holding you against the door on your back. At your position you decided to let your hand grab on his school blazer. However, as time passed and you found yourself getting more and more tired, your eyelids and head growing heavier.

As you struggled to keep your eyes open you felt Bakugo's hand shift from your waist to the back of your neck and gently pushing your head to rest on his chest.

You tried pulling yourself back to tell him that he didn't have to bother but he kept his hand there and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered :

"Just close your eyes idiot, I'll tell you when it's our stop"

So you did and despite your racing heart and hot cheeks you managed to fall into a half-sleep.

Then you felt a tap on your arm pulling you out of sleep and when you lifted your head Bakugo pointed at the line of all the stations showing that the next station was your stop.

You smiled at him sleepily and rubbed your eyes (I dream of a world where I can rub my eyes without smudging my makeup everywhere pls let me dream) preparing to finally exit the train.

When it came to a stop, his hand had grabbed your wrist again to prevent you from falling, you slipped your hand in his to not lose him again in the crowd of people moving. You felt his hand tense for a second, then relaxing and gently pulling at yours to guide you through the crowd.

You finally both got out of the station and were walking home in a comforting silence and throwing glances at him for you, thinking of his actions in the train. You were far from the short answer and frowning face of the first one sided conversation you had shared.

You lifted your head to look at the ash blond next to you, stopping in front of your house as you faced him while played with your hands.

"So.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow" you said awkwardly, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze.

He eyed you with a frown "Like every morning... what are you on about ??". At your silence he lifted his hand in goodbye and started walking when you suddenly called his name.

Before he got the chance to fully turn back to you, you mumbled a thank you before kissing his cheek and rushing inside of your house without even saying goodbye.

And while you were breathing hard against your door beating yourself up for the stunt you just pulled.

A certain boy was still standing in front of your house hand on his cheek, ears pinks and his heart beating faster than usual…

soo.. i don’t know if i like it. I wrote this at 2 in the morning and just finished it because I fell asleep writing about the reader falling asleep 😐

I hope you like it pls feel free to give feedback and send requests !

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Drip Drop 💧

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everything has changed

bakugo x fem!reader

summary: Bakugo gets thrown into the future and meets his adult self and discovers his future family.

Young Bakugo was on his way to the playground when another kids quirk went haywire and accidentally hit him. One minute young Bakugo was walking to the swings and all of a sudden the swings were gone, replaced with a busy street and a car coming his way.

All the loud noises and the new busy environment, confused and overwhelmed young Bakugo didn't know what to do. Standing frozen in front of the vehicle like a deer in headlights his palms starting to sweat from nerves, little sparks started popping out of his hands.

Hearing the car horns blaring all around him, squeezing his eyes shut he waited for the feeling of the pain to come. But the feeling never came, the world felt like it was moving at the speed of light. An explosion covered the sound of the honking and the feeling of warm hands grabbed him as he was carried away from the traffic, saving his little life.

Still dazed and confused young Bakugo didn't understand what the voices around him were saying. The warmth from before now gone and replaced by a cooler touch as he was put into someone else's hold, huddling him close to their chest.

Usually he would push anyone away who tried to coddle him but in this moment he found comfort in the feeling. The sweet smell of citrus putting his thought and feelings at ease. He felt the person holding him start to move, walking somewhere less noisy.

Once they got to a more secluded area, young Bakugo lifted his off head off the strangers chest. Slowly turning his head to look up, he saw the person gazing at him with a soft look in their eyes.

"Hey sweetie are you okay?"

He was star stuck, the stranger holding him looked exactly like the girl from the playground. The same girl that played at the same times he did, said "hi" to him every time she ran into him, and shared her toys when she noticed him looking in her direction.

It looked exactly like her just older and more mature, but he could recognize those eyes anywhere. The same sparkle as she looked at him and the same way they softened when they shared small conversations on the playground.

Young Bakugo was stuck in a daze as he stared, taking in her new features. He didn't hear her talking to him trying to get his attention.

'Maybe he's still in shock from the incident' you thought as you stared down at the young boy in your arms.

Not getting any answer from him and not knowing if he had a parent or guardian you could take him to, you decided to keep him with you just incase someone did come looking for him, and he couldn't seem to stop staring at you.

Your husband was on patrol when he found the boy, you just happened to be in the area as you were in route to pick up your daughter from daycare. Still holding on to the boy you started walking again, trying to make conversation. It wasn't until the happy daycare came into view did young Bakugo snap out of his trance and realize he was in new surroundings.

Wiggling out of your arms he plopped his feet on the ground looking around the area as he heard footsteps and little voices making noise. You held his hand so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd of parents and went to get your daughter.

Walking straight to your kid young Bakugo noticed right away the small girl crawling on the floor. A mix of your and your husbands features, your hair color and his ruby red eyes but the same softness you carried in yours.

It wasn't until you picked up your baby did you look at the young boy next to use and realize they looked like they could be related. Actually, the young boy looked like he could be directly related to your husband.

Not related, but exactly like your husband when he was younger.

The same spike blonde hair, the ruby red eyes that held a certain sharpness to them, and the harsh expression he would have on his features.

"Excuse me, but what's your name honey?" you asked him in a sweet tone.

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki!"

You must've been hallucinating, because no way did the small boy who looked exactly like your husband just say his name was Bakugo. Before you started overthinking you decided to get both your baby and this boy home before anything else.

When you got home you put your daughter down in her play pen and asked "Bakugo" to keep an eye on her while you made food for everyone.

Young Bakugo couldn't help but look around your home as he sat with the baby. He saw pictures of what looked to be you and a guy who looked like him but older, they varied in age from teens to adults, and different scenes with the two of you together, the biggest one showed you getting married. He was in awe at everything around him.

His attention turned to the baby next to him, babbling away as she looked up at him. Even if he didn't care for babies and thought they were icky little creatures he thought this one was adorable. Talking in baby speech and holding on to his finger in one hand and shaking a toy in the other.

It wasn't until a loud bang coming from the front door and someone yelling "im home!" did he snap his attention away from the kid next to him.

Coming into his view was a man with the same sharp red eyes and spiky blonde hair as him in a black and orange hero uniform.

"Hey pipsqueak daddies home-" Bakugo froze.

Both Bakugos froze as they stared at eachother, taking in the other's appearance. Everything was starting to click in the young boys head.

The sound of the explosion and the warm hands when he was saved, the lady who looked exactly like the sweet girl he knew, the baby that had similar features to him, and the big wedding photo.

Oh my god, he was staring at his adult self and playing with his future kid, while his future wife is busy in the kitchen. His poor brain was on overdrive.

Bakugo couldn't believe what he was looking at, his kid self sitting in his living room. He thought it was all a dream when this exact situation happened to him when he was younger, but here he is this time the adult in the situation.

You came around the corner and saw both boys frozen in front of each other. You went up to your husband, a comforting hand on his should as you asked him if he knew what was happening. He slowly turned to you, his expression softening as he locked eyes with you. "I know I sound like a nut case but I swear I'm telling the truth." he said to you after he explained the whole situation.

You trusted him, how can you not when you're staring at the past embodiment of your husband. "You're still as cute as you were before." you told Bakugo with a wink. He just rolled his eyes before kissing you on the cheek.

Young Bakugo couldn't help but look away after witnessing that his whole face heating up. You couldn't help but giggle seeing young him get shy from the act of affection.

"How will he get home?" you questioned your husband, concerned about his younger self. "A couple more hours and he'll get sent back to his time." Bakugo replied as he watched younger him play with his future daughter.

It was a couple minutes before the predicted time when young Bakugo would go back to where he came from, he was getting sleepy his eyes slowly blinking as he tried to stay away. You gave him a small kiss on his cheek and wished him well in growing up. Your husband grumbling to you that your his wife and younger him will have his own time with you when he goes back, slightly jealous you were giving little him more attention than current him. The last thing little Bakugo saw before he fell asleep was you smiling down at him.

Young Bakugo woke up, dazed and confused as he slowly sat up. Remembering his dream about having a future with you.

"Hey are you okay?"

The same voice questioned as he turned and saw young you sitting next to him.

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Thank you everyone who voted and even those who didn't thank you for reading!

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ref-a-day 2/?

Aftermath of a fight... im actually rlly happy with this one LOL. but unfortunately it took me over an hour which was not my goal

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im here now

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Thinking thinking thinking...

About 3rd year!Bakugo and 1st year!You

You don't even know where the crush came from... it just sorta happened.

But being the mastermind you are, and knowing that Bakugo would most likely reject you if you confess right off the bat, you decide to play it the long way, the safe way.

You start off simple by joining the most respected clubs in school, and being an active member (which eventually leads to a huge popularity boost).

Now a lot of people know you, and Bakugo would be lying if he said he never heard your name before.

You're happy that your small circle of friends are outgoing, just like you are. It doesn't take you long to befriend the upperclassmen.

Now you're at a sleepover with the girls in his class, and things couldn't be more perfect.

Eventually you worm your way into his little friend group, easily attracting them to you with your driven yet friendly personailty.

Bakugo values strength and independence, so seeing you do all that would probably catch his attention in a positive way.

Maybe you'll end up spilling your feelings to Mina one night when you were at a party and end up drunk (you're a lightweight).

I feel like Mina would be the type to tease you about it, but she wouldn't tell anyone... she'd probs try to set you and him up in a subtle way...

And when she's done, Bakugo suddenly finds himself searching for you in crowds, at parties, any event that UA has, his eyes are looking for you.

He'd probably be a bit more friendly with you, wondering why he's suddenly so interested in talking to you.

He might glance your way more often during group outings or training sessions, maybe even unconsciously.

You might catch him looking in your direction during conversations, or he could acknowledge you more during group interactions. Even if Bakugo wouldn’t show it openly, those tiny shifts in attention would mean a lot, given how focused he usually is. You’d be on his radar now, which is a pretty big step with someone like him.

And like that, you have one of UA's most popular guys wrapped around your finger.

Yeah, a fic is definitely coming on this. Who wants to be tagged!?

Check out the fic here

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i know i kiinnda said something about this before but katsuki becomes a fucking comedian when you’re around. genuinely think he would not miss an opportunity to make you laugh. like he’s just so crude and unfiltered, so funny without even trying. any chance he can make you snort and laugh at loud he’ll take it.

he’ll comment on how stupid characters act in movies or how dumb the dialogue is when you watch a bad movie on purpose. or he copies the lines to make you laugh (i feel like he’d genuinely love watching bad movies I DONT CAREEEEE)

he’ll send you notes and lean over to whisper about something in your ear and like hold back tears while you’re silently losing your shit. silly loverboy

and every single time he makes you laugh it’s just that damn smirk. he’s just so proud of himself for it, and your reaction always gets a chuckle out of him. when you banter and joke back an forth you are genuinely the only person he’ll laugh around. all wheezey and loud and pitched, gripping his stomach and smacking your arm till it hurts. sigh i love him

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after the dust settles

synopsis: after a tiring mission, your husband insists on treating your injuries.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: soft bakugou makes me wanna cry bro i love him

after the chaos of your latest mission, exhaustion hits you like a freight train. every bruise, every cut stings now that the adrenaline has worn off.

you and katsuki stumble into your apartment, both battered but too stubborn to acknowledge just how bad it really is. the silence is thick between you as you try to catch your breath.

without a word, katsuki heads straight for the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets with the sound of clattering supplies echoing in the background.

before you can even think about patching yourself up, he returns with the first-aid kit and drops it onto the table with a thud.

you’re just about to reach for the antiseptic when katsuki swats your hand away, his scowl as fierce as ever.

"what do you think you’re doing?" his voice has that familiar gruffness, but there’s an edge of concern laced in there if you listen close enough.

“I’m handling it,” you reply, already dabbing at a cut on your arm.

“like hell you are,” he grumbles, snatching the wipe from your hand. "let me do it."

before you can argue, he crouches in front of you, wiping the blood off your skin with surprising gentleness. despite the scowl etched on his face, his touch is careful, almost delicate.

it’s in these quiet moments that you can feel how much he cares—hidden behind his bark and explosive temper.

“you were reckless out there,” he mutters, focusing on cleaning a particularly nasty scrape on your shoulder. “could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

you raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I wasn’t the only one being reckless, katsuki.”

he grunts but doesn’t argue, dabbing at your wound a little harder than necessary, though it’s clear he’s holding back. "I had it handled."

you can’t help but chuckle softly. “sure you did.”

his eyes flick up to meet yours, the intensity softening for just a moment. “you’re always getting yourself into stupid situations.”

you’re about to fire back when you notice the cut above his eyebrow, blood dripping down the side of his face. “look who’s talking. you’re bleeding too.”

katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine. just stay still so I can finish this.”

but even as he speaks, you catch the way his fingers linger a little longer on your skin, a rare moment of tenderness slipping through the cracks in his usual rough demeanor.

he’s trying to act tough—he always does—but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that tells you more than his words ever could.

“let me help you now,” you insist, reaching for the first-aid kit once he’s done bandaging your arm.

“I don’t need it,” he snaps, but you’re already gently wiping the blood from his forehead.

“katsuki,” you say quietly, using his full name instead of the usual playful jabs. his eyes widen just a bit at the sound, and for a second, he doesn’t protest.

you’re close enough now to feel his breath hitch ever so slightly as your fingers brush his cheek, and you can see the way his scowl softens, if only for a moment.

you patch him up in silence, your movements careful as you tend to his wounds. he grumbles under his breath, but there’s no real fire behind his words.

when you’re done, you give his cheek a light pat, a teasing smile on your lips. “all patched up. see? not so bad.”

he huffs, leaning back into the couch. "you’re still a pain in the ass."

you chuckle, sinking down beside him, letting the comfortable silence settle in. but then, he surprises you.

“y/n,” he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual.

you turn to him, the use of your name catching you off guard. he’s still looking straight ahead, his eyes focused on nothing in particular, but there’s a softness in his tone that’s undeniable.

“I’m serious. you need to stop getting hurt like this.”

for a second, you’re speechless. katsuki isn’t the type to say things so openly, and while his words are gruff as always, you can hear the worry threaded between them.

“I’m a pro hero, katsuki,” you say softly. “it’s part of the job.”

he turns to look at you then, his red eyes meeting yours with a rare, intense sincerity. “yeah, well... you’re my wife, too.”

the words hang in the air for a moment, heavy with the weight of everything he’s not saying out loud. and in that moment, you feel the full force of his love—unspoken, but always there.

you smile softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I know.”

he doesn’t say anything after that, just wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

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University Days With Bakugou - Ch. 1 - First Meetings

| Masterlist | University Days With Bakugou Masterlist | | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: University AU, Quirkless AU, aged up, situationship

Bakugou would rather die than live in a frat house. He wasn’t like Kirishima, he couldn’t stand the constant partying, sleeping around, and other nonsense that idiots around his age got involved with. That wasn’t how he was going to start off his precious university career.

So instead, Bakugou shopped around online for housing options, but no roommates really caught his eye. Nobody he found could meet his impossible standards. Not one person, until he saw you.

Immediately, he knew that this was gonna be a rough time.

Bakugou stood in your soon-to-be-shared small house, while you gave him a short tour around the place. He couldn’t pay attention to the tour. You were just so cute like he’d never seen before. And you were so affectionate and sweet and NOSY that he found it difficult to ignore you, especially when you constantly asked him about his housework routine or how his day went or whatever. It was like he was playing 20 Questions given how often you grilled him for small talk and cleaning plans.

Near the end of the short tour, you stopped by the entrance area and you leaned on one hip. “You’re really quiet, you know that?”

“Huh?” Bakugou wished he had a more clever comeback than that.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” You waved your hand in front of his face and he winced. “Have you been spacing out for the past 10-20 minutes? 

Yes. 

“No. I got everything ya said.”

“Really?” You leaned against a wall. “So what did I say?”

Bakugou sighed. “Clean up after yourself, keep quiet after dark, trash is taken out on Sundays, don’t bring over hookups, alert each other in case of emergencies of suspicious activity–”

“So you really did get it!” You beamed at him.

“Of course I got it! Where did you think my mind was?!” 

Bakugou glared at you, but he didn’t really want an answer to his question, because the correct answer was, “You were thinking about me, right?”

“Maybe you were too busy thinking about me?” you asked, with a small smile. 

Bakugou froze. It’s like you could read minds. 

“Just kidding!” you said. “Who knows what goes on in that fluffy head of yours.”

His face turned pink. “Fluffy?! What–”

“Anyways…” You cut him off as you walked past him. “If you don’t have any other questions, I actually think the tour is over.” You stopped to lean on a couch in the living room. “But you can hang out a little bit if you want. You seem like good company, for such a hothead.”

“‘Hothead’,” Bakugou said, with a discerning frown. “I’m definitely NOT hotheaded. But… are ya sure you don’t mind me hanging around?”

“For a little longer, sure!” you said. “That’s how long my landlord would allow. If we’re gonna be living together, why don’t we get to know each other?” 

Bakugou gulped. Being totally inexperienced with romance, he had no idea how to possibly woo you over. Bakugou was a consummate professional at driving people away, and he prided himself on that. He could only impress you through his sheer skills alone.

“You’re telling me you don’t know who I am?” Bakugou asked, moving to lean on the couch beside you. “I’m fucking famous around my high school.”

“If you’re soooo famous why haven’t I heard of you?” You jutted out your chin at the boy. 

“I’m the fucking star of every sports game!” Bakugou snarled. He felt like he was screwing up every social interaction with you so far, and he sighed. “You gotta come to one of my games when we start playing again. That’s where I show people what I’m really made of.” 

“That sounds fun! You want me to be your little cheerleader?”

Bakugou really liked that idea. He could offer you a cheerleader uniform in your size, if you really wanted. But you were probably joking from your playful grin, and he wouldn’t push an idea like that without knowing for sure.

“Only if you’re willing,” he said, with a slight grin of his own. “But I won’t force ya. Still, you gotta come. You gotta.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come! Wow, this seems so important to you. It’s so cute!” 

Cute? What did that mean? 

“Don’t call me cute.” Bakugou sneered at you from above. “Where do you get off complimenting random strangers like that? You’re the one that’s cute.”

“What?!” Your flustered reaction made it all worth calling you ‘cute’ to your face. “Bakugou, you’re so forward!”

“You just did the same to me.”

Your adorable eyes dangerously narrowed into slits. “You can try and pin the blame on me all you want, but it won’t work. Didn’t know my roommate would be such a Casanova…”

“It’s fucking true though!”

Bakugou couldn’t tell if he was winning or losing this conversation. All he knew was that his initial impression of you was totally correct: this was gonna be a rough time. 

But when Bakugou got home, he still contacted your landlord and immediately signed the lease.

(Not sure how long this series is gonna be but I've got at least 10 chapters in drafts at varying states of completion. I thought it'd be perfect to release this series now while I'm still a uni student. Look forward to it!)

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Happy Accidents

♡ Genre: Fluff, lil suggestive ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

On one late night, you and Bakugou watched a delightfully scary movie in the dormitory common area. 

Bakugou had long since draped a blanket over the both of you, with you cuddled up by his side. The boy could barely focus on the incredibly unscary move as you squirmed and squealed beside him, scared out of your wits. 

“Quit screaming,” Bakugou said, wrapping an arm around you. He hoped you didn’t notice his own nervousness. “You’re safe, alright? I got ya.”

“Eeek!” You hid your face into the side of his chest. The movie ended on a cliffhanger and soon the TV displayed the movie’s credits. Still, you didn’t dare emerge from Bakugou’s chest (not that he really minded).

“I hated this movie…” you said, hands clinging to his shirt. “Hated it!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Bakugou said. “The shitty effects make it less scary than it could’ve been.”

“Says you…” You gripped his shirt tighter. 

Bakugou mindlessly stroked your back as the credits continued. He never wanted to leave this spot. He wanted to spend every night with you like this, but he couldn’t risk driving you away in case you didn’t return his feelings. The very thought scared him. 

Your head poked up, doe-eyes peering into his soul. He wondered if you could see through his facades, and if you’d judge him if you knew about his true feelings. 

“All better?” Bakugou asked, hand stroking your hair. “Or are ya gonna stay here scared forever?”

You rose, almost level with his face. 

“I’m… better,” you said, wiping your eyes. “Now I’m just tired… Eek!”

There was a strange noise outside, probably just the wind. Your head turned towards the sound, looking every which way before calming down. 

“You’re fine,” Bakugou said. “Was probably nothing. Besides, you got me here so you shouldn’t be scared.”

“I know… Thank you…”

Bakugou touched foreheads with you, like he always loved to do. Your lips were always too close yet still out of reach. He wondered what they tasted like, how they’d like his, and if you ever thought of him the same way. 

“You wanna head to bed?” you asked. 

He didn’t, but he couldn’t say so.

“Sure.”

You both moved to get up but you moved in the wrong direction. Bakugou’s lips clumsily fell onto yours and you both froze, eyes wide. Bakugou fixed his head so he wasn’t at an odd angle, but he didn’t remove his lips, his hand still in your hair. 

You closed your eyes, moving your mouth against his. Bakugou exhaled through his nose, heart jumping with every new sensation. His eyes closed as he kissed you back, melding your mouths together in a beautiful trance born from much, much longing. Your hands found his chest as his hands pulled you into him, his free hand roaming around your cheek and down your neck to your waist to possessively drag you into him. 

Your kiss grew heated, barely separating for air as Bakugou almost pushed you down from how hard he was kissing you. He didn’t know where this was leading but he wouldn’t let the moment go for as long as he had it. His sighs and little groans mixed into his clumsy but passionate handle on your body.

The dormitory elevator dinged and you both yelped, jumping back from each other. The doors slowly opened and you both hid underneath your shared blanket, face-to-face with what you’d just done.

“Are they still out here?” Kirishima asked. 

“Yo!” Kaminari shouted. “Are you two there? We brought popcorn!”

“Those idiots!” Bakugou hissed, still face-to-face with you in the worst situation possible. “They’re hours late!”

“We can pretend we’re asleep together on the couch,” you said. “And hide our faces that way…”

Bakugou thought about it for a moment, but he didn’t have much time as the idiot duo approached. Bakugou pinned you to the couch, muttering an apology as he lowered himself to spoon you. The blanket covered your torsos as you both faced the back of the couch. 

“This okay?” he asked. 

“N-no, hold on…” You flipped over to hide your face in his chest. “Better.”

Bakugou willed himself to stop blushing, hiding his face in your hair and hoping that he could pretend to be asleep for as long as the situation required. 

The idiotic duo soon found your couch where you two ‘slept’. Upon seeing you, they both became incredibly annoying.

“Awwwww!” they said in unison. 

Kirishima shushed Kaminari. “We can’t wake them up! He’s never gonna get another chance if we interrupt!”

Bakugou frowned into your hair. You almost giggled but stifled it against his pecs. 

“You think they kissed?” Kaminari asked. Both you and Bakugou tensed, gripping each other tighter.

“Hell no,” Kirishima said. “Bakugou doesn’t got it in him.” Bakugou muttered a death threat under his breath. “He’s been wanting a sweet little kiss from her for ages but he can’t muster up the courage to do shit. Try asking again when they’re 30.”

Both of them hovered over you two briefly for a half-second before moving away to lean on the couch. 

“Well we can’t watch the movie now,” Kaminari said. “It’d wake the clingy lovebirds up.” Bakugou muttered several more curses and dark incantations under his breath. You wondered if Satan would really ‘get these motherfuckers’ as Bakugou so wished. “What should we do now? Prank ‘em?”

“Nah, leave ‘em be. Bakugou might actually get a girlfriend out of this. And after that, maybe pigs will fly!”

“Maybe they will, at the wedding Bakugou’s been planning. Ha!”

Bakugou muttered the cruelest, most violent curses you’d ever heard, and you barely contained your laughter until after the idiot duo left in the elevator. Once they did, Bakugou started screaming and you laughed your heart out.

“I’ll fucking kill them!” Bakugou said, holding your face against his chest so you couldn’t see his face. “They’re already stepping into their own graves.”

“But is it true?” you asked, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Have you always liked me? And the wedding planning? Was that–”

“DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD THEY SAY!” Bakugou grabbed your face and forced you to face him, squishing your cheeks. “You know them! They’re idiots! They couldn’t tie their own shoelaces in the morning! They’d get lost in a short hallway with no exits! They’re the definition of stupid. Fuck, maybe they knew we were awake and that’s why they were saying all this shit.”

“I don’t mind if it was the truth…” you said, face still squished. “Where’s the love in your heart, Bakugou?”

Bakugou groaned, pressing his forehead to your squished face. “Forget what they said. I wanted to tell ya everything myself. They fucking ruined it.”

“But it’s okay! I like you!”

That sentence lit Bakugou’s heart on fire. He finally stopped squishing your face.

“I love you,” Bakugou said. “Needed you to hear it from my mouth, not theirs. But yeah. Want ya to officially be mine after all that… making out and shit.”

You smiled shyly. “Thought that accidental kiss was your own way of saying it already, but yes. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Bakugou said, grinning ear-to-ear at his first love. “Like the sound of that. Let’s ditch this couch for a real bed, yeah?”

“Take me, Katsuki.”

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katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.

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i feel like its been 20 years since ive been on here but its only been 4 days LMAO

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The Southern Crevasse by Ryan Anelowe

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lololol

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before katsuki left for his remedial classes, you tied his scarf for him once.

"oh, wait !" you exclaimed suddenly. katsuki looked at you curiously, scarf still in hand. you took it from him while he continued to watch, still confused.

you started tying the brown wrap around his neck. it has been getting colder, you thought it was cute how hard he was trying to stay in top shape. shows how much of a cool bad boy he was.

"lemme do it.." you mumbled, focused on your task. katsuki's eyes widened for a second, then he squints. "i can do it myself, dummy.." he huffs, but he doesn't make a move to stop you, especially with that look on your face. he quickly looks away shoving his hands in his pockets to hide how sweaty they're getting.

"i know that, just lemme !" you whine, he doesn't respond to you. clicking his teeth under his breath. you pat his chest once you're done. it doesn't take long, a few seconds. quick and effective, you smile.

"alright, you're all bundled up." he rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by your words and it makes you chortle. you lean up to press your lips to his, it only takes him a second before he reciprocates it, leaning into you so suddenly you have to grip at his uniform to keep your balance.

"i'm off." he breathes when he pulls away.

you nod "do your best, yeah ?" he nods back, then heads out.

it wasn't anything special. it only took you a few seconds, quick and effective.

a week later, there's a knock at your door.

"oh, katsuki !" you chirp "i thought you had your classes today ?"

katsuki stands at your door, making no move to come in. he has his usual grumpy look on his face, tilting his head slight. his scarf draped across his neck.

"i do, jus.." he cuts himself off, his eyes dart around to you, then peeking inside your room. "wanted to let ya know 'm heading off." he mumbles, ducking his head. he's grumbling so you can barely hear him, but you tilt your head when you catch his words.

"okay.." you utter wearily. you lean against your doorframe and he readjusts, shifting his weight from one foot to another with a huff.

you keep staring at each other. you're confused but he won't say anything so neither will you. he huffs loudly again, jutting his neck out to you.

"did you..need something ?" katsuki's shoulders drop the moment he hears the second part of your sentence. eyebrows furrowing. his mouth opens and closes, before he groans "s'whatever, forget it." shoving his hands into his pockets he trudges off, pink staining his ears. you roll your eyes.

"katsuki !" you call out, he stops immediately, glancing back at you slightly. you smile, walking over to him you spin him around. he's about to open his mouth to question you, but quickly closes it when he sees you reaching for the soft fabric around his neck.

you grab the ends of his untied scarf. slowly tying it for him "you'll catch a cold." you tease, tightly securing the knot. katsuki squints down at you, and when you look up at him he quickly looks away. he scoffs softly and you giggle to yourself at the glimpse you caught of his pink cheeks.

once you're done, you pat his chest. "there we go, all done." you hum. katsuki grunts, fiddling with one end of his scarf before dropping it. "thanks..'r whatever.." he leans in, "gimme' kiss." he mumbles quickly, but doesn't even give you any time to think about it before he already presses his lips to yours, you smile into it.

he looks down at your lips once more "'m off." he says lowly.

"have fun." you smile. your smile widens when he rolls his eyes with a scoff. "do your best, okay ?" he nods subtly, turning around and heading off.

"be careful !" you call out, he sends you an lazy wave.

katsuki tucks his nose into his scarf the moment the outside air hits his face, he inhales and his eyebrows pinch together at the cold. but he thinks he catches a whiff of your perfume on his scarf, he thinks about your hands on his chest and he feels just a little bit warmer.

he'll get you to tie his scarf for him again next time.

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Pls texts with baseball Bakugou 🙏🏻 I’m actually on my knees begging bruh

please one chance baseball bakugou pleleeaasseeeee

another baseball kats smau <3

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