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jujutsu kaisen writing;

geto suguru

no biggie! — a good ol' fwb au drabble where you like each other but are too afraid to admit it. short and basically just geto pov.

last updated nov 07 2024

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no biggie!

geto suguru. friends with benefits au. basically a pining geto pov drabble during a morning after. nothing mature, just a bit suggestive. 417 words.

[ 7:52am ] geto wakes with a start. mornings have gotten chilly with the year coming to an end, and it definitely doesn’t help that his duvet is now sitting pretty on the floor.

it’s not a big deal though, especially when he has you nestled snugly into his chest. you’re a fine alternative. maybe even… preferable. you’re a precious nugget of warmth in his arms, a perfect little heat pack for him on this cool morning—all except for the icy planes of your feet. somehow, they found their way firmly between his calves, and he’s beginning to suspect something else as to why he’s not sleeping in on this uneventful sunday.

and yet, he doesn’t pull away. rather, he presses his calves a bit closer together, letting your feet steadily sap at his heat. it’s no big deal though. it’s nothing, really. he's simply looking out for a friend when they’re cold. that’s all.

but it’s getting harder to convince himself of that—with you making more frequent stops by his place, and him at yours. with it being impossible to not think of you throughout his day from all the little things you’ve left over—a toothbrush, your favorite shampoo, a new flavor of chips you’d thought he’d like. with late nights turning into even later mornings in each other’s arms, where somehow the two of you have come to this silent, mutual agreement that you were in no rush to part ways. rather than a priority, it was a dreadful chore now, if anything.

it’s a bit unsettling for geto to think about, especially when he smooths his hand down your back and pulls you closer into him, too easy and familiar and comforting when it really shouldn’t be. there’s no reason to be tender, or to feel that incessant need to be so close to you when you’re not even fucking. and when his gaze sweeps over your exposed neck and shoulder, the cracks of morning sun highlighting the litter of love bites he left last night, he really has to turn his brain off. a spiral like no other was bound to start if he let himself jump down that rabbit role of (shudder) feelings. 

at the end of the day, this arrangement was just a means to an end. but you’re still friends, so of course he’s going to hold you like this, like lovers, only because it’s the most effective way to keep someone warm. 

even if you’ve stopped shivering.

it’s no biggie.

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ONG MY HEART poor kuroo ;-;

HEHE :3c

naw but fr the yearning and inability to muster up courage to be honest about feelings especially when the person definitively gave their heart to someone else. :))) LOVE IT. DELICIOUS

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content;

kuroo tetsuro. semi-angst, comedy, semi-fluff. best friends au, unrequited love / yearning (kuroo's pov), post-college au. mentions of bokuto x reader. 2,110 words.

warnings: brief mentions of alcohol + drinking, swearing

might be ooc; i like goofy men and kuroo is goofy

please watch 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' if you haven't already!!

it's assumed that kuroo, reader, and bokuto are all friends

"kuroo. give. it."

kuroo smirks, holding your remote just out of reach with those long, gangly limbs of his. he pushes and play-slaps at you as you try (weakly) to take it back. "dude, we have literally watched 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' for the last ten movie nights in a row now. how are you not tired of it yet."

you roll your eyes. "first of all, it's only been nine times. second," you eye him, "you are not depriving me of my man matthew mcconaughey. not tonight."

this. is. war. to be fair, he started it and you were just taking the necessary measures.

you lunge at him and your fingers find his sides. you dig and tickle him without remorse. he gasps between laughs as he tries to escape you, writhing and retreating until he was cornered and pressed against the couch arm.

"stop, stop, please! okay, okay," he wheezes and goes limp against the arm in defeat. you relent with a cackle. in the few seconds you take to pluck the remote from him though, there's a few things he lingers on:

you, hovering above him with your knees planted on either side of him, body almost pressed against his. you're warm.

that wide, dorky grin of yours. the absurd frenzy in your eyes when you get competitive and a little childish.

the brush of your hand over his. it's tingly.

the flips in his stomach and the tightening of his chest when you've pulled away.

kuroo swats at the thoughts. they keep creeping up from your persistence to watch this god-forsaken movie combined with his love for antics but nope. nope. nope. stop it. head empty please.

he doesn't think further on it anyways (as least not too hard) because 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' is playing (yet again) and to be honest, it's so fucking good. not that he'd ever make you privy to that thought; partially because he doesn't want to admit that he actually likes it after the countless times you'd badgered him to watch it while he refused and hated on it for no good reason. (he gave in on your birthday. no regrets.)

mostly, though, it's because he quite likes the routine. he steals the remote, you fight for it, you... fuck. stop. don't think about it.

"tetsu," you whisper.

"hm?" he snaps his head towards you, eager to escape his brain. you're silent, brows furrowed and poor lip gnawed at ruthlessly. he slowly leans towards you, stone-faced.

a blink, two, and he drawls out in his raspiest voice, "why… so... serious?"

you splutter out a laugh and he grins. it's wonderful, your laugh. it’s wind-chimes on a clear spring day, the crash of a cool summer sea on his skin, sunrays filtering through a cloudy sky. his gaze lingers on you, but you soon turn away back to the screen.

"____. i know your husband is very handsome, but are you okay?" he gently pokes your shoulder. "you seem down. don't wanna talk about it with your bestie?"

you cringe but he pulls another chuckle from you. your bestie, dependable as ever, can always put a smile on your face, you'll give him that. even if he's annoying 99.999999% of the time.

you beckon to your cat charlie from his post and he trots over, his grand fluffiness and all promptly plopping into your lap. you pet him a few, gentle purrs as your reward.

finally, you face kuroo again. "i'm gonna do it," you squeak out.

kuroo hums. "do what?"

"it. that." you nod towards the screen. kuroo blinks back at you.

"i'm... gonna ask him out. bokuto."

you blink at kuroo. he blinks back. matthew (ben) gets up from his stadium seat yet again for a soda.

"you're gonna ask him out... like you said you would the last ten times?"

"charlie." you point to kuroo. "attack."

"meow."

you just had to get the 0.00000001% saint of a cat.

"i really will this time though," you sigh. even you can’t convince yourself of it.

"it's okay to be nervous. you're great and i'm sure he'd be so freaking happy to go out with you." he smiles at you. "you can do this. you got this." he knows you won't do it, but he knows proper bestie behavior.

you stare ahead but he can see you biting back a grin.

"okay," you finally mutter and turn to him, shoulders untensed. "thanks, tetsu. i think i really can do it."

"of course." you both concentrate back on the movie for some time until he leans back over. "i know this is your favorite comfort movie, but did you choose it specifically to try and manifest andie?”

you tense.

"you gonna channel her? all her charm and confidence? oh god… the craziness...? yours isn't fake though. poor bokuto doesn’t know what’s coming," he teases.

you punch his arm but you can’t hide your sheepish smile. "stop perceiving me."

+++++

it's another three fridays until you and kuroo have another movie night. such is the life of a new college grad, working overtime and grabbing drinks with coworkers until your respective projects finally die down a bit and you can both find some time.

"kirin secured!" kuroo calls out as he bustles into your apartment. it’s been too long since he’s been here. since he’s seen you. "i don't know how you like this stuff. beer is fucking disgusting. soju is where it's at."

"first of all, don't yuck my yum. second, fried chicken is literally the best but i still got you your favorite beef skewers without complaining when, frankly, you're wrong and it should be fried chicken tonight."

"you're literally complaining."

you stick your tongue out at him.

kuroo sets out the food on the coffee table in front of the tv as you lay out pillows and blankets for some royally cozy floor seating. once the both of you sink into the sea of softness, you hand him the remote.

his brows surpass his hairline. "you don't wanna choose?" he asks.

you shake your head, grinning wide. "you've put up with me for so many movie nights in a row, i can let you have this one time."

"wow. how generous of you." he snickers. maybe he can finally blow off the dust that had been collecting on his to-watch list.

"so, what’s got you celebrating? did you get a good performance review?" he asks as he endlessly scrolls through the list on his phone.

"mmm..."

he looks up. you still don that big, dorky smile. "what? what is it?"

unable to take it anymore, you abruptly grab his shoulders. "i did it."

he responds with a blank stare.

"oh my god." you roll your eyes. "i did it! i fucking did it, kuroo!" you shake him violently. "i did it!"

"you have to realize i can't read your mind," he says, his head nearly snapping off.

"i asked bokuto out on a date!"

he clasps his hands over yours. you stop shaking him. "...really?" he says slowly, quietly.

"yes!" you exclaim. "and get this—he said yes! like, immediately! he seemed so excited about it too! god, i, i can't even believe i did it, well to be honest i had a couple drinks that day with my team but i called him and he came and i just did it and he said he was literally thinking about asking me out too but he kept chickening out and he was so sweet and helped make plans while he drove me home and he made sure i got inside before leaving and—"

"that's... that's great." he pats your hands.

but all too sudden for his heart, especially after your spiel, he’s tugged into into a crushing hug.

“thank you, tetsu,” you murmur. you pull back a bit and somehow you’re not the least fazed by the closeness of your faces. “i couldn’t have done this without you. for real. your words helped me find the courage, you know?”

kuroo’s heart dissolves in the pit of his stomach, but he still manages a smile. “of course. and i meant every word.”

he turns back to his list, letting his smile fade but you add, “god, i’m so excited for tomorrow.”

he eyes you. “tomorrow… is your date tomorrow?”

you’re practically vibrating in your seat and you happily pull off a cube of meat from your skewer. “yep!” you say between chews.

kuroo forces the corners of his mouth to curve upward again. just a little bit longer. “that’s great!” he cheers and sets down his phone. he picks up the remote and quickly clicks through a well-known path before pressing play.

“how to lose a guy in 10 days?” you say incredulously, wide-eyed and head tilted.

he nods. “yep.” you’re still staring in his peripheral. “i just need it,” he relents with a sigh.

“you… need it?”

he looks pointedly at you for a few seconds before slowly turning back to the screen. “matthew mcconaughey.”

+++++

curse bestie behavior.

he shouldn’t be here. not when you’re getting ready for your date, not when you’re grinning ear to ear thinking about said date, not when he’s nauseated thinking about you grinning ear to ear thinking about said date. no.

your singing floats softly from your bedroom to kuroo in the living room. he sighs, gazing out your window to the neighborhood while cradling charlie. it’s a beautiful sunny day. disgusting.

he holds charlie up facing him. “i can do it. i can do it. right? you believe in me, don’t you, charlie?”

“meow.”

“thank you. i appreciate it.”

there’s a creak of a door behind him, and he turns. you’re stunning. he glances at the floor because he’s sure his heart has leapt out of his chest but no, somehow it’s still stuttering in there. you look so magnificent. and most noticeably, happy.

“good?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers.

“of course! you look great,” he replies with a tight smile.

“thanks," you reply, beaming and far too giddy to note how quickly the corners of kuroo's mouth droop.

he watches you pace around, gathering your things and alternating between checking your appearance in your camera and your text messages.

"____."

"hm?"

he opens his mouth but you fill his sight with that poor gnawed lip, worry creasing your brows, and your tremor from all the capped anxiety and excitement.

he closes his mouth and walks over to you, passing you charlie and placing his hands firmly on your shoulders.

"don't worry," he says, confident and assured. "you'll be fine. he'll have such a good time with you and i'm sure you will too." he gives your shoulders a light squeeze. "i'm sure of it."

you breathe out a heavy sigh. leaning forward, you lightly tap your forehead on his shoulder. "honestly i think i'm gonna throw up, but that helped a lot. thanks, kuroo. seriously."

you pet charlie, visibly more relaxed from kuroo's words, and he's able to give you his first sincere smile today. he wants to savor this, you and him, you being any bit happier because of him. he soaks up the sight of you for another beat before opening his mouth again.

but a ping of your phone jolts you. you thrust charlie back into kuroo's arms, grabbing your things and quickly glancing at your phone before rushing to the door.

"wish me luck!" you exclaim with a frantic wave of your hand before you disappear from sight.

kuroo deflates and looks down at charlie. round green orbs blink back.

"you're right," kuroo nods. "i'm gonna do it."

he bolts for the door and steps out, eyes locking onto your figure, a bounce in your every step.

"____!"

you halt and glance back. you're beaming from ear to ear, maybe the biggest smile he's ever seen on you. it's blinding. several feet behind you, he sees bokuto leaning against the passenger door of his car. he's grinning as per usual, and seeing kuroo, he gives an enthusiastic wave.

"what's up?" you call back.

kuroo stares at you for a moment, lip between his teeth and chest rising and falling several beats too quickly.

finally, he simply raises charlie above his head, simba-style.

"charlie says 'have fun,'" he musters weakly, accompanied by a small wiggle of your furry companion.

you giggle and wave back at the pair before bouncing over to bokuto.

kuroo hurries back inside, closing the door and leaning back against it. he sinks his face into charlie's unending fluff, releasing a huge sigh.

"fuck," he says, muffled.

"meow."

fuck indeed.

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hiya, it’s faye!

faye is a pseudonym from cowboy bebop

twenties, she/her

eggs are to me what milk is to tobio. i also love matcha and soup!

prev. tobiegg

etc.

favorite eggs: kageyama tobio, howl jenkins, fushiguro megumi, spike spiegel, shorter wong, akashi, asui tsuyu, aizawa shota, todoroki shouto, sing soo ling, daidouji tomoyo, kinomoto touya, tsukishiro yukito, frieren, munakata souta (as a chair because it’s too fucking funny), nana

anime: haikyuu, bnha, banana fish, cowboy bebop, samurai champloo, the tatami galaxy, cardcaptor sakura, ping pong the animation, jujutsu kaisen, frieren: beyond journey’s end, nana

animated movies: howl’s moving castle, whisper of the heart, the cat returns, spirited away, princess mononoke, porco rosso, ocean waves, kiki’s delivery service, ride your wave, hotarubi no mori e, on-gaku: our sound, look back, suzume

currently watching: a sign of affection (to quench my thirst waiting for new chapters)

currently reading: a sign of affection, witch hat atelier, no office romance, love 4 a walk

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about the blog;

initially intended for haikyuu with some bnha, probably gonna add jjk too!

writing will likely be gender neutral (using they/them for any needed pronouns) and sfw unless specified

i tend to write in all lowercase

i've only watched the anime for haikyuu and some of bnha, so any timeskip work may contain inaccuracies regarding interactions, personalities, etc.

headers from navi pages are from the tatami galaxy + imgur

rules;

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indelible;

kageyama tobio. angst, post-breakup au, timeskip. 1,168 words.

will this be inaccurate to possible canon personalities / schedules / lives of the schweiden adlers? perhaps.

(♫) — being left by zico feat. dvwn

it had been so long since kageyama’s infamous reign at kitagawa first that he’d forgotten the feeling of being left behind. he never imagined that the person who’d remind him of that lonely, numbing void would be you.

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indelible;

kageyama tobio. angst, post-breakup au, timeskip. 1,166 words.

will this be inaccurate to possible canon personalities / schedules / lives of the schweiden adlers? perhaps.

(♫) — being left by zico feat. dvwn

it had been so long since kageyama’s infamous reign at kitagawa first that he’d forgotten the feeling of being left behind. he never imagined that the person who’d remind him of that lonely, numbing void would be you.

kageyama wakes at 5 am. he hasn’t used an alarm in a long while, not since you had moved in with him, but he didn’t bother setting up the clock again after your departure.

at 5:15 he trudges through the kitchen after a quick shower, munches on a banana, and downs a glass of milk. he brushes his teeth and finishes dressing by 5:30, and before he leaves, he lets himself glance at the living room of his apartment.

the sliding door to his balcony is still cracked open just the slightest, and the bouquet remains neatly wrapped on the coffee table, though there are a few new petals on the glass today. the sight outside is nothing to behold, completely absent of any balmy hues when it’s this early. it was dreary that day, too.

finally, he steps outside with his gym bag and makes his way toward the schweiden adlers’ gym. he still hasn’t broken out of the habit of walking down the path you both took on the days that you managed to wake up alongside him—kageyama staying on the edge of the sidewalk closest to the road, as always—even if it adds an extra ten minutes for him to get to practice. his hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, the tips of his fingers eagerly seeking warmth as his mind turns over the last memory he has of you, frigid and clear.

perhaps he had known that day. he recalls the clench in his stomach when he bought those flowers; when he breathed in their delicate, soothing scent before he turned the handle and walked into your shared apartment; when he gingerly set them down on the table after you’d said your piece and closed the door behind you.

perhaps it’s time to throw them away, he thinks after a shiver and a sneeze. it would be nice to be able to relax on the couch again without something beautiful and bitter within arm’s reach to haunt him.

“kageyama?”

he stops. was he at practice already?

“captain,” kageyama greets his senior standing outside the gymnasium with a bow of his head, the corners of his lips pressed back.

“kageyama,” hirugami repeats sternly and holds up his hand before kageyama could take another step forward. “you’re drenched.”

kageyama’s brows furrow. he looks down and notes the puddle at his feet, then he glances back at the curtain of rain hammering the concrete past the overhang of the gym’s entrance.

“ah,” kageyama says when he turns back to the older man. “i forgot my umbrella. it’s okay, my bag’s waterproof so i’ll just change into my extra clothes.”

hirugami claps a hand on kageyama’s shoulder before he can pass through. kageyama doesn’t glimpse at the captain. “would you please listen to me this time and rest?”

“i’m fine,” kageyama returns immediately, voice soft and almost pleading. he keeps his gaze fixed forward.

hirugami sighs and gives kageyama a final pat on the back before following his junior into the building. “take your time.”

kageyama is on the court and warming up with everyone else within five minutes. some of the adlers send careful glances in their setter’s direction during the drills. the frizzy, dampened locks and atypical practice attire are new; the way the ball’s trajectory increases in power while gradually losing the normally consistent accuracy when under kageyama’s control is, as of late, anything but.

in the locker room after practice, kageyama heaves a long sigh into his towel. everything aches.

“here.”

kageyama uncovers his face to see ushijima with his hand outstretched toward him. he reaches out, the reddened skin of his palm and fingers facing upward, and he intakes a short breath when he feels the sharp bite of an icepack against it.

the two men blink at each other for a moment, warm olive eyes boring steadily into fractured blue irises.

“i don’t know what is the best thing to say,” ushijima says finally, “but i—we are here for you. we’re all family off the court as well.”

kageyama takes in the rest of the room, the onlooking sets of earnest gazes and gentle smiles, and he feels a swelling in his chest. he opens his mouth but his throat is tight, so he musters up the best smile he could to show his gratitude before quickly looking away. the past few days have been more than enough time to get acquainted with the burning sensation in his nose and what would soon follow. but beneath the security and warmth that kageyama’s team blankets over him, today’s cry leaves him feeling a bit lighter.

by the time kageyama arrives at his apartment, it’s well past sunset. he kicks off his shoes, drops his bag, and passes right by the balcony door and wilting bouquet, the plush of his bed welcoming him with open arms. the sky seemed even more inky and endless tonight. when he peered up at it, he tried to remember the stars in your eyes, but each attempt was replaced by the image of your pupils that fateful night. when had they stopped dilating at him? when had you begun looking at him no different from when you’re reading the paper, or sitting in traffic, or cleaning your car?

when had you stopped loving him?

for the umpteenth time, kageyama can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment he stopped being special to you. so once again, at precisely 9:30 pm, he scrolls through your past texts and listens to old voicemails. at 10:15, he clicks the power button on his phone and sets it aside, his eyes puffy and tired. a whisper of a chilly breeze from the balcony settles against the stinging warmth of his cheeks, but like the past few days, he doesn’t bother to get up and close the door or grab another blanket. maybe a part of him believes that if he gets sick, then he’ll wake up to you, just like that one time when you had gazed down at him so fondly with a smirk on your lips and a mug of hot milk on the nightstand.

yet he knows it’s nothing but a dream.

kageyama lies in the middle of the bed and spreads his limbs out in an effort to make the space seem even the slightest bit less empty. as he closes his eyes, he wills himself to quell the memories of unfinished plans and finite promises, at least enough to keep the sob in his throat at bay.

at 10:45, kageyama finally succumbs to the night as he pretends that the comforting voice in his mind that says he’ll be okay isn’t yours.

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foley;

kageyama tobio. fluff, slice of life, college au. 632 words.

“why do you like me?”

kageyama didn’t expect you to pose him such a question when he hasn’t even gotten the chance to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

his arm still lays heavy and warm across your waist, his favorite place to rest it through the long hours of the night. then it curls up so that his fingers can trace along the curve of your shoulder, and you shiver when he grazes the base of your neck as he dips past the neckline of your (his) shirt to fumble with the tag. you blink at him. he blinks back.

“does anyone really need a reason for liking something?” he asks, remnants of yesterday’s slumber lacing his voice with something a little coarse but mellow, like when you get too eager and lick some brownie batter off the spoon. sometimes you haven’t even properly mixed in all of the dry ingredients yet and you’ll be surprised by a small pocket of cocoa powder, but it’s delicious all the same. you like it.

“someone,” you correct with a light smile. kageyama rolls his eyes, biting his lip but they soon mirror yours anyway.

“you knew what i meant.”

you let out a scratchy laugh before humming in affirmation. kageyama props himself up, cheek in his palm, and his other hand now roams up and down the length of your arm. the both of you know that kageyama declares his affections through his actions and expressions, and that the question comes from a place of innocent curiosity rather than a need for assurance. he knows you’d be more than fine with him responding with a simple “i can’t explain it,” but he sincerely ponders over the entire time he’s known you, leaving no memory unturned.

“i appreciate you thinking about it, but you have to remember to breathe,” you say with a chuckle, hand traveling up and thumb smoothing over the angry crease between his brows before your palm settles on his rose-dusted cheek. his own hand follows and rests over yours.

kageyama takes another moment, blueberry eyes boring into yours until he’s ready. after a deep breath, he says, “you make me feel all fuzzy inside, and like i can do anything. it’s like... zoom.”

a momentary wave of regret erupts in the pit of his stomach when you don’t react right away. he thinks back to all his literature classes and wonders maybe if he had done more than the bare minimum, then perhaps he’d be gracing you with an infinite amount of wonderful sonnets by now. but the thought leaves as quickly as it came when your familiar, warm grin appears once more.

“like this?” you do some sort of total body shiver, the sight akin to when he takes the first bite of a hot, homemade meal at the end of a long day.

his expression immediately softens, and he can’t help but smile at the way your eyes crinkle. “exactly.”

another breath of laughter leaves you, and you snuggle closer into him. “tell me more.”

the words come easy now. “you make mind go woosh.”

“mhm?” you hum. the hand caressing his cheek gently tugs him closer. it takes your all to not break out into giggles when he pauses, audibly gulping and adam’s apple bobbing. well, you really had no business brushing your thumb over his lower lip like that.

finally, he opens his mouth once more. “you make my heart go—”

“boom?” you finish. at this point, his raven locks are skimming over your cheek and your breath is ticklish against his lips.

kageyama nods.

you tilt your head up, and the kiss is just a whisper away. “me too.”

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haikyuu writing;

kageyama tobio

foley — tobio is a sincere goof and i love him.

indelible — tobio is stuck in a routine that’s now missing his favorite part: you.

kuroo tetsuro

content — because i love bff unrequited yearning okay SUE ME

last updated jul 30 2023

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bnha writing;

bakugo katsuki

geode — a drabble about how he’s more than what meets the eye.

last updated feb 17 2021

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!!!!!! thank you for your kind words and tags, i appreciate them so much ahh!!

geode;

bakugo katsuki. fluff, slice of life, drabble. 431 words.

some inspiration from whisper of the heart!

bakugo is rough around the edges.

it’s a thought that’s practically universal throughout the school when one thinks of the hot-headed boy.

the second-most popular thought when it comes to bakugo—at least since four months ago—is probably the question of how on earth you were able to date him.

“he’s not exactly… affectionate,” kaminari had mused when the news first broke out. “it would feel like dating an active volcano, don’t you think, sero?”

“what, always ready to erupt?” sero replied with a lazy grin, chin resting in his hand. “yeah, i’d imagine so.”

before the gossip could continue, the room fell to a hush when aizawa strolled through the door.

since then, it was common for others to shoot curious glances and descend into hushed whispers when they saw the two of you around. bakugo, hugging someone? holding their hand? kissing them? the picture was laughable, ridiculous even. he could never.

before you dated him, perhaps you had thought so too. but surprisingly enough, affection was indeed in bakugo’s long list of talents and capabilities.

it manifests itself during mealtimes, where he sits close enough for his thigh to nudge against yours, how his voice drops low and soft as he asks you about your day and how he silently shares the parts of his meal that you seem to be especially enjoying. it appears when he checks over your hero suit before training to make sure everything looks okay, and when he glances over with a brief, tender gaze every so often to see your progress. and it’s definitely present when the two of you sit on the very corner of the bottom edge of the steps outside the dorm before curfew, sides pressed so closely together that from behind, no one would be able to tell that he’s caressing your hand in both of his. it’s probably your favorite moment, how he never fails to give your hand a gentle squeeze when you rest your head in the crook of his neck, his ears burning a fiery red when you tell him something awfully cheesy to which he replies with a quiet “idiot.”

you won’t deny that outwardly, bakugo is a little rough. sure, he tends to lean towards using ‘dumbass’ before ‘sweetheart.’ and yes, sometimes it really does seem that his face only knows how to scowl and glare.

but you know better than most that bakugo is a geode: pure, bright, unrefined gems hidden beneath the layer of rock, reserved only for those dearest to him to see.

[nekoramen]

@saxgirl21 replied to your post:

You paint a lovely picture with your words

OH MY GOD thank you so much!!!! i appreciate your kind words :)

[nekoramen]

geode;

bakugo katsuki. fluff, slice of life, drabble. 431 words.

some insp. from whisper of the heart

bakugo is rough around the edges.

it’s a thought that’s practically universal throughout the school when one thinks of the hot-headed boy.

the second-most popular thought when it comes to bakugo—at least since four months ago—is probably the question of how on earth you were able to date him.

“he’s not exactly... affectionate,” kaminari had mused when the news first broke out. “it would feel like dating an active volcano, don’t you think, sero?”

“what, always ready to erupt?” sero replied with a lazy grin, chin resting in his hand. “yeah, i’d imagine so.”

before the gossip could continue, the room fell to a hush when aizawa strolled through the door.

since then, it was common for others to shoot curious glances and descend into hushed whispers when they saw the two of you around. bakugo, hugging someone? holding their hand? kissing them? the picture was laughable, ridiculous even. he could never.

before you dated him, perhaps you had thought so too. but surprisingly enough, affection was indeed in bakugo’s long list of talents and capabilities.

it manifests itself during mealtimes, where he sits close enough for his thigh to nudge against yours, how his voice drops low and soft as he asks you about your day and how he silently shares the parts of his meal that you seem to be especially enjoying. it appears when he checks over your hero suit before training to make sure everything looks okay, and when he glances over with a brief, tender gaze every so often to see your progress. and it’s definitely present when the two of you sit on the very corner of the bottom edge of the steps outside the dorm before curfew, sides pressed so closely together that from behind, no one would be able to tell that he’s caressing your hand in both of his. it’s probably your favorite moment, how he never fails to give your hand a gentle squeeze when you rest your head in the crook of his neck, his ears burning a fiery red when you tell him something awfully cheesy to which he replies with a quiet “idiot.”

you won’t deny that outwardly, bakugo is a little rough. sure, he tends to lean towards using ‘dumbass’ before ‘sweetheart.’ and yes, sometimes it really does seem that his face only knows how to scowl and glare.

but you know better than most that bakugo is a geode: pure, bright, unrefined gems hidden beneath the layer of rock, reserved only for those dearest to him to see.

[nekoramen]

“the rumor is it uses actual cats to make the broth, but whether that’s true or not cannot be ascertained. however, the taste is unmatched.”

welcome to neko ramen!

owned by faye. twenties, she/her.

cooking up fics for haikyuu and jjk and maybe bnha once in a blue moon. gender neutral and sfw unless specified.

the menu;

about: the owner / the ramen cart + rules

masterlists: haikyuu / jujutsu kaisen / bnha

replies: to asks / to comments

fic recs: here

latest additions;

no biggie! (geto suguru)

content (kuroo tetsuro)

indelible (kageyama tobio)

foley (kageyama tobio)

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