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once I finish up my commissions I'm gonna be drawing SO much personal art of Vanessa

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Some rendering of Fantasy AU Vanessa (rendering takes a lot outta me fr 😖 )

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Battle Fairy 🧚 MHA Fantasy AU

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Happy Easter

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Mirko’s #1 fan

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Vanessa being goofy 🤪

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Wanted to put this here 😊

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Cat Duty...

Bakugo had noticed it for a while now.

Vanessa kept taking off right after school—always in the same direction, moving with a quiet urgency that made his instincts twitch. Not that he cared. She was her own person, and he had better things to do than keep track of her every damn move.

Except… it was fucking annoying.

It wasn't like he was counting how many times he hadn’t been able to walk with her back to the dorms. Wasn't like he gave a shit about that.

Except he did.

And he hated it.

For a whole week, she’d been pulling the same routine—disappearing into the city before he could so much as think about asking where the hell she was going. He wasn’t the type to pry. Nosy extras stuck their faces where they didn’t belong, and he wasn’t one of them. But when he realized he still had her pen—something she let him borrow in class—he figured it was a decent excuse to follow her. Not that he’d ever fucking admit it.

Keeping a good distance, he watched her move. Her steps were quick, shoulders squared, her whole posture sharp and deliberate. Whatever she was up to, she was serious about it. His gut told him it wasn’t anything shady, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to find out.

It took her about fifteen minutes to get where she was going. Would’ve been thirty if she hadn’t used her quirk. She was quick, but Bakugo kept up, using small, controlled bursts of explosions to stay on her trail without being noticed. He knew how to move quietly when he wanted to. And when she ducked into a dark alley, he finally started to question just what the hell she was up to.

Then he saw it.

A small wooden crate.

He watched as she unstrapped her backpack, crouched down, and reached inside the crate carefully—no, gently. One by one, she pulled out not one, not two, not three, but four tiny, abandoned kittens.

Bakugo’s brows furrowed.

What the fuck…

The little things whined—soft, pitiful cries, so quiet he almost couldn’t hear them over the distant hum of the city. He should’ve left. Should’ve turned around, minding his own business. But then he caught a glimpse of her face.

Stoic as ever, but there was something else. A quiet determination. The same intensity she had when she fought, but softer. Warmer. Like she needed to do this. Like it meant something.

And then it clicked.

During patrol last week, she must've found them. Or maybe she found their mother first. He’d heard about the damage in the area—Shigaraki and All For One had left the city in ruins. Clinics, shelters, and homes had been wrecked, leaving a lot of strays behind. If Vanessa had been coming here every day, then that meant…

Tch. No wonder she’d been tired.

With a final glance around, she created a Red X beneath her and lifted off into the sky, heading back toward campus. Bakugo exhaled through his nose, watching her disappear.

“Loud little bastards,” he muttered, scowling as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

The next day, Bakugo was waiting.

He stepped out of 2-A just as Vanessa walked out of 2-G. It had been a full week, and today—for the first time—she wasn’t in a hurry to run off.

When she scanned the hall, her sharp gaze landed on him instantly. She tilted her head slightly, a small grin tugging at her lips before she started toward him.

“Sup, B,” she said easily, falling into step beside him.

Bakugo stuffed his hands in his pockets, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She waited for him today. Meant she wasn’t in a rush to get back to the kittens.

“Sup, Puffball,” he grunted, bumping his arm against hers. It was his way of showing… something. Not that he’d say what.

She barely reacted—just smirked and bopped him back, her grin widening slightly at their back-and-forth.

By the time they got to the 1-G dorm building, she finally told him about the kittens. He already knew, of course, but he let her talk. Listened as she explained how she found them, how their mother had been too weak to survive, how she had been keeping them warm and safe using her Crimson Echo construct.

That part surprised him.

She had been holding up a construct, keeping it active from a whole thirty-minute distance away? For a whole damn week? No wonder she looked exhausted. The amount of mental and physical strain that must’ve taken…

And yet, when she spoke about it, she was happy. Genuinely happy.

“They’re in here,” she said, opening the door to her dorm. “Probably sleeping.”

Not even close. The second the door shut behind them, the tiny things started wailing their heads off.

Bakugo scowled. “Tch. Loud as hell.”

Vanessa just chuckled, already moving to her mini fridge. She grabbed the kitten milk and waved a hand toward the nightstand.

“Hey B, can you grab that rag and help stimulate them to go to the bathroom? Thanks,” she said, completely natural, like she hadn’t just asked him to wipe cat asses without hesitation.

Bakugo froze.

“…The fuck you just say?”

She was already heating the bottle in her hands, red energy crackling softly around it.

“You heard me.”

Bakugo stared at her. Then at the kittens. Then back at her.

She wasn’t joking.

Tch.

Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed the damn rag, muttering curses as he knelt beside the tiny creatures. “Damn extra, makin�� me do cat duty…”

But as much as he complained, he did it.

Because as much as he acted like he didn’t care…

He did.

And he hated that too. End

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had to make some corrections, let me tell you, I have to FORCE myself to draw angles or else I won’t. I need to start doing more angled poses, get out of my comfort zone, stop being stagnant or else I’ll get stuck.

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Puffball

this’ll be the last drawing of her old hairstyle 🥺

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So I’m doing a texture change with Vanessa’s hair, it’s been a long time coming but I’m happy with how it’s looking.

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Number 1

She sat at his desk in his room, scrolling through her news feed on her phone, silent as ever. But that was okay—the silence was welcoming, not just for her, but for him too.

Sometimes, little sounds would escape her when she found something humorous or worth engaging with. Occasionally, she’d come across some stupidly adorable video and show it to him, thinking he’d find it funny or cute. He did, even if he didn’t show it.

She’d go silent for an exorbitant amount of time, her eyes fixed on a specific corner of his room, zoned out to oblivion. He’d glance over from whatever he was working on—once, twice, maybe more—wondering what was going through that head of hers. But he’d never know unless she chose to speak.

“You think there’s another universe where we exist, no quirks—just regular, degular humans, going about life, living day by day?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Bakugo furrowed his brows while connecting one wire to another. The question was random, but it was questions like these that always kept him interested.

“We do that already,” he muttered, his voice low, his attention still focused on his gadget. “...But with powers.”

She remained hyper-focused on that one spot in the room, her fingers intertwined over her stomach, her face as stoic as ever.

“If there were, though, I’d still be number one in whatever I did. Quirk or no quirk,” he added confidently.

For a moment, there was only silence until she spoke.

“...Yup.”

Bakugo grunted at her singular response, thinking, What the hell does that mean? Yup? Usually, words like that were simple coming from anyone else, but coming from her? There was always a double meaning behind it.

“‘Yup?’ What’dya mean by that? You don’t think I’d be the best or somethin’?” He looked up from his work and directly at Vanessa, who had turned lazily in his chair, slouched back until she was staring at him, brows raised.

“I never said you wouldn’t be the best,” she replied with a shrug, her face neutral. “But I doubt you’ll be number one. Like, you always say you’ll be number one, and I get it—you’ve got this whole wanting-to-surpass-All Might thing going on.”

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but she raised her hands in defense, stopping him.

“Chill. Relax, man. I’m not saying you’re not gonna fight like hell to try. I’m just saying...” She trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

Bakugo’s annoyance was visible now. Why the hell would she think I wouldn’t be number one?

“Don’t just trail off and not finish what you were sayin’,” he snapped. “Go ahead. Tell me.” It was a challenge now. He wanted to hear her reasoning and prove her wrong.

She looked him dead in the eyes. “You set your goal way too high, and I think you’re gonna crash out when you realize it. Or,” she emphasized, “you’ll realize it soon, accept that you won’t be number one, and be cool with it.”

He was glaring at her now. “You’re a goddamn hater is what you are.”

The audible sucking of teeth reached his ears. “B, shut the fuck up. You know that’s not true,” she shot back.

And he did know that. But if there was one thing Bakugo hated, it was Vanessa doubting him.

He knew she wasn’t coming from a spiteful place when she said things like this. Still, it stung when it came from her. Or maybe it was just the fact that she wasn’t the type to kiss ass and tell him what he wanted to hear. Maybe that’s what pissed him off the most. Looking away from her was rare, even more so when he raised both brows, irritation fading slightly as he focused on the gadget in his hands.

“Whatever. Keep doubting me. I’ll prove you wrong.”

Eight years later...

“Remember that one time—”

“Stop.”

“What? You didn’t even know what I was about to say. But remember that one—”

“Nope.”

Vanessa turned her head to look at him, her expression deadpan. It was obvious she was poking the bear on purpose.

“I was just—”

“Shut it.”

Every part of her wanted to burst out laughing. Every part. But she held it in—for now. The signs were there, though: the way she sucked in her lips, trying to contain herself, and how she quickly looked away.

“...Yup.”

The sound of his grip tightening on the steering wheel was audible, his knuckles turning white. The car's speed began to climb as his foot pressed steadily harder on the gas.

“You’re askin’ for it, Puffball,” he growled, his crimson eyes narrowing as the engine roared.

Her barely contained laughter escaped in short bursts, and she tilted her head innocently. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“Exactly!” he barked, the frustration evident. “You don’t have to! You just exist, and it pisses me off!”

Vanessa finally broke, laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. “Oh my god, B, you’re so dramatic.”

“Tch. Keep talkin’,” he muttered, his scowl deepening as he eased up on the gas just a little.

But even as he glared at the road ahead, his lips twitched—almost like he was fighting back a smirk.

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Puffball (Bakugo's point of view)

Bakugo wouldn’t say it—hell, he couldn’t—but Vanessa’s hair? It got to him. Not just a little, either. It was big, wild, and unapologetically her, and it drove him crazy in a way he couldn’t put into words. It was the kind of crazy that gnawed at the back of his mind when she wasn’t even around. He hated how it pulled his attention without her even trying. It didn’t make sense. It was just hair—except it wasn’t. Not when it was hers.

That mass of thick, dark curls had a life of its own, like it dared anyone to try and control it. And when she walked past, close enough for him to catch that faint lavender scent she always carried? Shit, it was over for him. His hands would itch to touch it, to see if it felt as soft as it looked. And whenever they were close—close enough that her hair brushed against him—it was all he could do to keep his hands in his damn pockets. She didn’t know what she was doing to him, and there was no way in hell he was gonna tell her. But every time his fingers brushed against those curls, even by accident, it felt like something he wasn’t supposed to have but couldn’t stop craving.

He didn’t know why, but it made him feel grounded. Like this chaotic, untamable thing could be his to hold, even just for a second. And that time—that time—she’d let him help with her hair? Yeah, that wasn’t leaving his head anytime soon.

It was supposed to be simple. She sat in front of him, her freshly washed hair dripping down her back, and handed him the bottle of oil with that calm, unbothered look on her face. But to him? It wasn’t simple. Not even close. His hands were rough, clumsy even, and he half-expected her to snap at him for pulling too hard or doing it wrong. But she didn’t. She just sat there, leaning forward a little, completely relaxed like she trusted him not to screw it up. And that… that messed with him.

His fingers sank into her curls, thick and soft and just so much. It was nothing like anything he’d felt before, and it was overwhelming in the best way. He worked the oil in, slow and deliberate, his palms sliding over her scalp as he pressed in just enough to feel the heat of her skin beneath. She let out this small, barely-there sigh, and he swore his heart stopped. She didn’t make noises like that—not for anyone. And the fact that it was him? That he was the one making her relax like that? It made something twist in his chest.

He took his time, dragging his fingers through every curl, parting her hair like it was some kind of ritual. His hands were firm but careful, his knuckles brushing against the back of her neck, feeling how soft and warm she was. Every stroke of his hands felt like a claim, like he was marking his place in this little moment that was theirs and no one else’s. And the way she leaned into him, her shoulders dropping like all the weight she carried every day was gone for just a minute? That did something to him he couldn’t explain.

She was always so strong, so untouchable, like she didn’t need anyone. But here she was, letting him touch this part of her no one else ever got to see. It wasn’t just her hair. It was her. All of her. And in that moment, it was his. He didn’t care if it was stupid or if he’d never get another chance—he wasn’t letting himself forget how it felt to have her like this. Trusting him. Soft with him.

He wouldn’t tell her how much he wanted to do it again, how much he wanted her hair, her trust, her everything. But it stayed with him, in the back of his mind, every time he caught a whiff of lavender or saw the way her curls bounced when she walked away. She had no idea, and he wasn’t about to tell her. But damn it, if she asked him to do it again? He’d drop everything and say yes. Every time.

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