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[special-wolf]

Masterlist

BNHA

Fluff

Bakugou Katsuki:

Tail Wags - Halloween Au

[No Title] - Omegaverse, Omega Bakugou - Requested

Birthday Treat - Omegaverse, Omega Bakugou.

Scent -   Omegaverse, Omega Bakugou.  

Happy Birthday 

Comfort [Hurt/Comfort]

Adrenaline

Trip Down Memory Lane

Todoroki Shoto

Introduce Me

Midoriya Izuku

Dance, Baby

Headcanons

Bakugou Katsuki

S/O Sleeping Patterns

Various

Hangout/Date Area Headcanons - U.O, M.I, T.S, B.K

Cycle - T.S B.K [Headcanons]

OBEY ME

Fluff:

Mammon: Study Buddy

Smut:

Birthday Treat 

TEARS OF THEMIS: Fluff:

Luke:

Appreciation

Rainbow Kisses

[special-wolf]

Study Buddy || Mammon

[Gender Neutral Reader]

The soft aura of The Royal Library was a perfect place to study in. The warm yellow hue of the ceiling lights with the nostalgic scent of the books worn down but not teared filling the air left many in a soft but focused mood. It's the main reason why someone like Satan fit in, but Mammon did not. "I dunno what ya' expect me to do here, human." The loud voice of Mammon echoed within the small building, causing the few who were there to look over with irritated looks on their faces. Mammon stayed oblivious to it (or at least didn't mention it) as his blue-yellow tinted eyes frantically looked for the exit, earing a sigh from his human about his antics. He hesitantly glanced towards them from the door they just walked through, and then dipped towards the hand that held his own so tightly, causing pink to tint his face as he turned away to change the topic within his head. "I ain't readin' this many books." He declared loudly, earning another group of irritated looks that he ignored for his own sake.

"I didn't ask you to," the human let out another sigh as their head shook. "At least hear me out before wanting to leave? I'm doing this for you." They lifted their head, raising an eyebrow as Mammon's face changed as they adjusted the bag they brought with them that was hanging from their shoulder.

He turned his head back to them, beaming as he put his hands into his hips (almost crushing their hand in the process). "Well, why didn't ya' just say so?" He kept his smile on his face, "I knew ya' couldn't resist The Great Mammon! Wha'cha doin' for me? Actually! Don't tell me, I love a good surprise."

He didn't care as they forced him towards a free table that was furthest from the exit which left them closer to the counter. They sat him down in the seat nearest to the wall, sitting across from him as they glanced towards the counter where Mammon's younger brother, Satan, stood reading one of his books whilst waiting for any disruptions caused by someone other than Mammon. "We're studying!" The jazz hands didn't help soften the blow. So that's what the bag was for; the bag that now rest on the floor. Mammon's white eyebrows furrowed as his once bright smile fell almost instantly into a small pout, deciding whether to cause a scene or not from the revelation.

"No." He settled on, refusing to look them in the eyes as he began to stand. He rest a hand on the table, trying to make a point of his exit but it allowed him to be stopped. [Name] rest their hand on his, causing him to look to them and fall victim to their famous pout.

"Please?" They pleaded; their bottom lip stuck out as they pouted. "I made a deal with Lucifer, and I really need you to help me with this one." They put emphasis on the fact they 'needed him' to help them, knowing it's easy to sway his decision if it boosted his ego.

He melted, and he agreed. "Fine!" He sat himself back down, looking towards the shelves of books near him rather than them. "What do I gotta do with your deal though?"

They paused at his question, shuffling uncomfortably in their seat as they sighed for the nth time. "The conditions were that I would help you with you grades because Lucifer is so concerned over them."

Mammon slumped in his chair, "why'd he have to get you involved?" He rest his chin on his palm as he rest his elbow on the desk. "So," he hesitated, "what do I gotta do?"

The acceptance astounded them, but they digressed. "You just have to study." They revealed, smiling softly to the pouting demon in front of them. He lifted his gaze from the desk to them, suspicion lingering in his eyes.

"There's gotta be more than that?" He stared at them dumbfounded, "it can't be as easy as that."

"Mammon," they started softly, "at this moment of time, I want to help you with studying. I know you have a hard time with it, so I'll do my best to make it easier. I need you to try though."

"Why'd you have to choose the borin' place though?"

"Because, if this was your room or the House of Lamentation, you'd be more distracted of what's going around you." They pointed out, "like all the times before." They sat forwards, taking his free hand. "If it gets too boring, let me know, okay?" Once they got his confirmation, they dug around the bag that they had taken with them. "We'll start with some homework you have yet to do that's past the due date." They slid the paper towards him with a few supplies like a pen, pencil and an eraser.

"What's the point of doin' it if it's already late?" He complained, holding the pen with a small growl.

"So I can prove to Lucifer you're studying." They sighed, "Mammon, this'll be easier if you don't complain, okay? I promise, this will do you good later." Their eyes connected with his before he closed his own, blushing from the intense stare.

"Fine, b-but only because I wanna rub it in Lucifer's face, got it?"

"Affirmative, boss." They teased, earning a small huff in response. They watched him start working, scribbling of the pen echoing around the small corner they had. The pen rattled with each movement, and was visibly irritating Mammon as his eyes narrowed more and more as time went on. "Mammon?" He shot them an irritated look that soon faded; shame now visible as a soft apology escaped from him in a meek manner. "It's fine," they whispered to him, "is the pen annoying you?"

"Sorta," he half-heartedly admitted, trying to not make it seem like a big deal although it was obviously annoying him and distracting him. "'T's not a big deal." He murmured, glancing away as [Name] took in the new side of him. He glanced towards them as they began to rummage through the bag once more, taking the time for a break he felt like he deserved and whipped out his D.D.D which was quickly confiscated. "Oi!" He reached for it, but stopped as he saw them plug something into the device. "Wha'cha doin'?"

They didn't reply instantly, stirring up Mammon's curiosity. They soon typed something into his D.D.D to which he went to grab it back, wondering what they're doing. Soon, they placed it on the table and handed him wires that he soon noticed were earphones. "Maybe this can help drown it out." He glanced towards the screen, noticing the song paused was an instrumental. He read the title, glancing back up at them with a bashful smile.

They remembered his favourite music genre. "You should be so proud of yourself, rememberin' The Great Mammon's music taste is no easy tas-!"

"It's R&B, it's not hard to know." He paused, dropping his egotistical façade for a moment.

"It's more th'n most." He soon cleared his throat, shoving in his earphones as his face heated up once again. They smiled, tapping the play button and watched their boyfriend finally work on some of his (really piled up) homework.

Time rolled on and (slowly but surely) Mammon got through almost a quarter of the homework due which was enough progress to call a day. In his free hand, he had one of his rings that he was rolling between his fingers whilst he worked. He glanced up and paused what he was doing as the music in his ear hit an abrupt stop, raising an eyebrow as he saw his significant other was the reason it stopped. He took out one of his earphones, opening his mouth to question as he lowered the pen that rest upon his lips. "We should call it a day," they explained, "it's getting late and if we don't leave soon then we might miss dinner."

"'Ight." He nodded, putting down his pen and pocketing his D.D.D and the earphones he wore (claiming them as his own with a poor stutter, but he still was allowed to keep them). [Name] shook their head at him, gently placing his hard work into the bag. They both stood up; Mammon stretching his limbs as [Name] waited patiently.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah," he murmured once he shook off the numbness beginning to form. All of that hard work and no prize? No reward? No "you're amazin' Mammon! I love you so much! Take all my Grimm for this hard work!"? Such bull.

He walked behind them with a pout, looking everywhere but them as he huffed and made as much noise as he could without being called a baby. "You did well, Mammon." His lips perked up at the praise. Clearing his throat, Mammon walked with more bounce in his step. "I'm proud of you." His steps stopped completely as he stared at the back of their head; blood rushing to his face as he quickly caught up to them.

"R-Really?" He perked up; a smile threatening to rise as he awaited for a response eagerly.

"Of course," they turned to him with a smile. "How could I not be?"

He beamed instantly, holding his hands on his hips as he paused to show off. "N-not like I n-need any praise from a human," he cleared his throat as he lowered his arms. "The Great Mammon just takes everythin' that's available."

"Well, I have something else you can take when we get back, alright?" He caught up to them as he raised an eyebrow.

"A present? For me?"

"Yeah, but I gotta talk with Lucifer first or he'll have my head." They scratched at their cheek a little at the thought, "but after that I'll get it. Promise."

"I'll be waitin' then." He hummed, walking with them peacefully back to the House of Lamentation. Once inside, Mammon escorted [Name] to Lucifer with the excuse of "who knows what he'll do to ya'?" and that he has to "protect ya' from anythin' and everythin'!"

[Name] just held his hand the whole way which shut him up for the journey. He hesitantly wished them luck as they went into the office, obviously still shaken up from the previous times his brother tried to kill them. "He did almost a quarter of homework," [Name] spoke up as they showed off the work Mammon had done.

"So I'm aware." Lucifer spoke up, holding up his D.D.D to show the photo he had been sent. "I'm impressed." He praised as their cheeks flushed at the photo. It looked as if Satan, who was on shift, snapped a photo when the two weren't looking. In the photo, Mammon had his eyes trained on the paper with his pen resting against his lips as he seemed to be in thought. On the other hand, [Name] was just staring at him. Their eyes trained on his concentrated look with a small smile forming on their face at the time of the photo. Their eyes soft as they seemed to only see Mammon.

"Well, what can I say?" They laughed awkwardly as the eldest brother placed his D.D.D down. "All he needed was a small push is all."

"I see... I suppose I have to hold my end of the deal, no? What is it that you

 want?"

"Well..."

-

"Goldie! My beloved!" Mammon practically squealed as he saw his credit card in the hands of his significant other. "I love you so much!"

Their cheeks blazed, "Aww, I love-!"

They fell silent as Mammon swiped the card from them, kissing it and cooing. "It's been so long since I've seen you! I promise to spend double the amount with you!" They stared with dull eyes and an irritated look on their face as they waited for Mammon to get his pining for his credit card over and done with. "Oh, [Name]." They sent him a small glare, causing him to blink cluelessly. "Is this what you made a deal for?"

"Yeah," they answered flatly, staring straight at Mammon and blinking.

"Why are you lookin' at me like that?"

"Who knows?"

The two stared at another in an awkward silence before Mammon stood up straight, pocketing his loved credit card and making his way towards his significant other. "Thanks," he cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "Goldie means a lot to me, and so do you! D-Don't take it th' wrong way! I just haven't seen 'er for a while is all!" He glanced towards them to see if he was making it any better, sighing and sucking up his pride. "Listen to this once, 'cause I ain't gonna say it twice!" He cleared his throat loudly, trying to make a point. "You're very important to me. And no credit card, Goldie especially, can make me think differently." He closed his eyes, "so, I'll be takin' you down to Hell's Kitchen tomorrow for a date!"

"Alright," they chuckled. "Now go buy yourself something, you've earned it."

"Oh yeah! I actually did somethin'! I'll see ya' later!" He quickly ran off to spend some Grimm on something for his room, leaving [Name] alone. They soon took out their own D.D.D, sending a text to a certain blond brother.

'Send Mammon the photo you sent to Lucifer. And send me it, and more if you have any.'

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[special-wolf]

Appreciation || Luke Pearce

[Female Pronouns]

{Tears of Themis}

I'm not dead, just inactive. Huge brainrot for Luke Pearce from Tears of Themis (HoYoVerse’s (not so) new otome game) since I got it so here you go.

Honestly, during these you probably aren't the MC in the game since my mind always thinks away from it. But if you want to be his childhood friend lawyer then go ahead since it doesn't matter either way. 

Kinda a vent? But positive vent?

His innocent ruby irises glowed as they moved from left to right across the phone screen he held so close to his face. His cheeks burning similar to his eyes as he read the message from his beloved.

'Are you free? Can you come over?'

His mind whirled with scenarios as to what may happen; his detective instincts kicking in for him to figure it out before making his way over. Was she hurt? It didn't seem so otherwise she wouldn't ask if he was free. Maybe something happened? Is she lonely?

'Stop leaving me on read and give me a yes or a no ._.'

He looked back at his screen as he lowered it, his cheeks burning again from the embarrassment. 'I'm free! I'll be over soon, is everything okay?' He grabbed his usual windbreaker, shrugging it over his shoulders as he grabs his phone again as it vibrated on his antique store's glass counter.

'Everything's fine :) just was wondering if you'd like to come over. Is that so suspicious >:I'

He smiled softly as he typed back a response, closing the door behind him and locking it. He glanced back at his phone once more before placing it in his pocket, walking towards her apartment that was ironically so close to his shop. He stuck to his last response and ended up at her place in less than 10 minutes. He shuffled as he waited for the door to open, looking up as the handle clicked and the door creaked open.

"Hey," she sent him a soft smile, gesturing him inside that he happily followed. He kept his jacket on as he walked in, looking around in wonder in case she had changed something in her apartment that he was supposed to spot. Nothing seemed different so he's not entirely sure what he was here for. He turned to face her, tilting his head slightly. "Nothing here is changed," she waved him off, "no need to worry about me biting about it." She sent him a wink before losing her teasing façade.

He leaned closer, "hey, are you sure everything's alright?" Luke rest a hand upon her shoulder, gently tracing it towards her neck and cupping her cheek in his hand. She smiled slightly as she leaned into his palm, "you don't seem so energetic."

"I'm okay." She insisted, "I just need someone to talk to is all."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern, "well, you can talk to me about anything. You know I'm always here for you." He gently lifted a corner of her lips, smiling at her with his eyes. He let her lip go, brushing his thumb across her cheek as she closed her eyes.

"Anything? You mean it?"

"Of course. Who do you take me for?"

"Well, if that's the case," she opened her eyes and he tensed at her mischievous gaze. "I want to talk about you."

"A-About me?" He hesitantly pulled his hand away from her face, glancing at the door behind her but paused as she took his wrist into her hands.

"Please?" She pleaded, "everyone else is sick of hearing me talk about you. And you're all I want to talk about. Come on, please? If it gets too much, then please tell me. I just- I have nobody else to talk to about you, except you."

Her pleading face was hard to resist, and Luke never was one to try and resist her. He sighed, closing his eyes as he reluctantly agreed. "If only I was stronger." He whined, opening his eyes once again and melting at her expression. She held her hands together near her chest; her eyes were wide and bright with the sparkle he adored seeing within them. She happily embraced him, thanking him profusely for the opportunity but let him go before he could even smile.

"Okay, okay." She calmed herself down, "get comfy anywhere. I'll get us a coupe drinks before I start because this might for on for hours."

"Ho-Hours? How do you have so much to say about me?" His cheeks and neck burned as he tangled his fingers in his own messy hair. As she left to get drinks, he relaxed himself and cooled his cheeks. He sat himself on the floor rather than the amount of chairs she had around, laying against the carpet as he held his hands on his stomach. He held his stomach with one hand, his dominant hand raising to his chest as his heart pounded. His love language may be Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service but he wasn't sure how to feel with it being reciprocated.

Drinks in hand, [Name] entered the room and paused as she saw her partner laying on the floor. She didn't even question it, placing drinks down on the coffee table nearby as she sat next to him. She sent him a smile; her cheeks ablaze as she averted her gaze from him for a moment. "You promise not to laugh at the stuff I say? Or how I say it?"

He glanced at her softly, smiling as a response. "Only if you want me to."

She lowered her eyes before closing them, shyly turning her head away and quietly thanking him. She laid by his side, leaning her head against his arm to have some type of touch with him. "I don't even know where to start to be honest," she whispered as she stared at her ceiling. She continued before he could talk. "There's so much to talk about, but not enough time. I swear there's something new about you every day that I'm learning about. As much as I hear you talk, I couldn't ask for any less. You know, you have a really soothing voice and I could listen to you for hours about something I have no knowledge about."

His cheeks burned as he turned his head towards her, shaking slightly at the passion of her words and the tone she used. Her voice was just above a whisper, but he could hear the devotion in every syllable. And to think it was for him about him.

"You mention your hair a lot too, about how it's messy and whatnot." He glanced away quickly as he nodded at her words, "but I can't help but think it fits you perfectly." She revealed, nuzzling her face into his arm with a soft sigh. "It seems to fit you perfectly, and I think it's cute. The way it covers your eyes sometimes when you move, and don't get me started on how it frames your face so well." She smiled, holding onto the arm she was nuzzled into. "Oh, and when you've proved me wrong or something and you have your smug expression? God, it's so cute. I sometimes get stuff wrong to just see you gloat about it, and I don't regret it at all. The little fangs you have when you smile, or even when you're pissed at me for my decisions. Everything about you is just so-" She whined quietly, "it's not fair how pretty you are."

He slowly turned to his side, ignoring the heat on his face as he gently caressed her face as she glanced up at him with equally heated cheeks.

"No matter what I do, you're so sweet and patient with me. I could probably do something illegal and you'll still scold me so gently. I love how protective you can get over me, and it really makes me feel loved when you get so stubborn over my safety." She closed her eyes, "and when you make things for me to keep me safe? I could melt there and then. Every gadget you make me I keep, even if you make an upgraded version because I love everything you do for me."

He leaned closer towards her face, nuzzling into her hair as he closed his eyes quickly from the feeling of tears brimming. His heart exploded inside of his chest as he held her close, shakily breathing out to suppress the tears forming as he tightened his embrace. He relaxed at the feeling of her hands against his back, pulling at the fabric he wore as he shook a little in her arms.

She moved her head slightly so she could still talk, "you're always so warm. I wish to stay in your arms all day and night, y’know? You always have this tight hug that reminds me how much you love me, and I hope you get the same feeling from my hugs. Oh, oh, and your eyes," she hummed, "they're always so soft, even when you're serious. I don't think there's been a time where you've fully glared at me for something I've done. And when I pinch your cheeks, the small sparkle and wavering look you give is just adorable." She slightly tilted her head up as she felt parts of her roots dampen.

She gently held the arm that wrapped around her waist, nuzzling into Luke's chest as his shoulders jolt every so often.

"I really do love you, Luke." She murmured into his chest before pulling back, pushing him back too as she cups his cheeks to wipe his salty tears from his face. "Everything you do, even if I'm not happy with it at the time, is something I cherish. Those photos you take when I'm doing something so mundane? I have a photo album with them in because they're from you." She smiled shakily as her voice cracked, her own eyes beginning to burn with tears. "Look at how emotional you get me," she laughed softly, blinking the tears back the best she could. "You're the best thing that's happened to me, and I really mean that."

"I'm sorry," he whispered after a while, bringing the hand on her waist to his face to cover his burning eyes. "I know I said I was going to listen but I just-" He hesitated, sucking in a breathe before pulling his arm away from his face. "I didn't realise there was so much you could say about me, and I feel a little guilty hearing so much about me and nothing about you."

She rose an eyebrow, "what are you talking about? You hear about me every day. You ask me all the time how my day has been, if I'm alright, if there's something I need when you're going out. I rarely hear about you, so I wanted you to know I do notice things about you."

"I know you do," he whispered. "I can see if every time we're together. Even if you don't notice it yourself. You hold onto me a lot," he smiled shyly, his eyes sparkling as she mentioned they did. "I can tell you love me with how you act, and especially your hugs. I make you things so you know I care for you," he leaned into her touch as she remained holding his face. "But I don't think I'd ever have the guts to talk about you to anyone, especially you. I do sometimes, but I could never continue going on like you can."

Her cheeks ached from smiling, but she refused to falter. She watched him tirelessly as he held her hands into his own. "How can I not?" She asked, "you're everything I want to talk about. You're all I can talk about. Why wouldn't I want to tell you?"

He held her hands down, pulling her close as he rest his forehead against hers. "Because I'd be a mess if I was in your shoes," he admittedly bashfully. "I wouldn't be able to get the first word out. I can't imagine how embarrassing this is for you, and yet you still did it because-?"

"Because I needed someone to talk to about you," she smiled, "I told you, nobody else will listen to me anymore because I can go on about you for literal hours. There's so much to talk about, and it only takes a few times for people to get sick of it. I start from the beginning every time because I don't want to miss a single thing about you. I care for you a lot, more than a lot, and I can't fathom why I wouldn't talk about you so much."

He gently nuzzled his nose against hers, both of their cheeks flaming and heating the other's. He couldn't say anything, and she didn't really care for it.

"I want to be someone you can come to for comfort. I'll be more than willing to talk about you and what I love about you if you're not feeling great about yourself. Or I can talk about our past memories however much you want to when you need something to remind you. I'll be here, and I'll do my best to be what you are to me."

"You're more than enough to me, [Name]. I can't imagine or even want to imagine this type of thing happening with anyone else. You're who I want to spend my time with."

"And you'll spend as much time with me as you can. I'm always here for you, and if I'm not free then you can always text me what's up and I'll respond later. I adore you, a lot, and I don't want you to feel any less than what you are to me."

[special-wolf]

Rainbow Kisses || Luke Pearce

[Female Pronouns]

{Tears of Themis}

Hints of MC Reader, but you can just brush over it tbh. Also no I totally don't love the blindfold card for Luke that's yet to be released what an absurd thing to accuse me of (/j) On that note, there's some adult themes in this bc I can't help myself, I'm so mature I know. This is still fluff tho, no smut here yet

His cheerful grin was hard to resist as his red irises sparkled, lifting a bag into her sight as he waited for her reaction. "I can't see through the bag, Luke."

"Oh, right." He lowered the bag before separating the handles for her to gaze inside, tilting her head at the multiple packs of Skittles. "I wanted to try a game with you that's been going around the past week." He kept his eyes on her, awaiting her reaction but soon described the game. "You might not know it since you're pretty busy with work this week, but it's similar to a game we used to play a while ago. Do you remember when we used to feed each other a part of our food to guess what it was?"

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, "you always ended up giving me whatever you didn't like and then laughed when I yelled at you for it."

His cheeks reddened at her words but he didn't deny it, and he quickly skipped past it. "Well, it's similar to that. We take a skittle from a pack and feed the other, but you gotta guess the colour of it from the flavour."

"Oh, okay." She agreed, "is there any prize for it or?"

"Well, usually the uh- the- well," he stuttered over his words as his cheeks burned. She tilted her head, wondering what the prize was. "If you, uh, if you guess it right you- the person who gave- I would- it depends."

"Luke, just spit it out, I have no idea what you're saying."

"It depends on the person. If you get it right, I can choose your prize for each round, but this game is mainly for couples so-"

"So you want a smooch every time?"

The red on his cheeks spread to his ears as he averted his gaze, "when you put it like that it makes me sound-!"

She laughed over his complaints, waving him off as she took the bag from his hands. "Don't be so prude. You can get a kiss whenever you want to. But if you're insistent on getting prizes, I'll play the game."

A small pout formed on his lips as his face continued to burn, "you could've just said that."

She sent him a smile as she walked over to her living room, placing the bag on the coffee table and sitting down comfortably. "I could've," she teased, "but come on, it seems fun!" Her eyes flashed with a hint of competitiveness as Luke hesitantly made his way over towards her. "So are we getting a kiss every time we get it right? Or are we counting it for a huge prize at the end?"

"You're making this way more complicated than it has to be," he whined as he closed his eyes. She turned to face him, quieting down at his pout and shaking her head. He slowly opened his eyes as the silence deafened him, looking around as he noticed the room lacked his significant other. "[Name]?" He called out, furrowing his eyebrows. "Was I too mean?" He murmured, but his beating heart slowed as she walked back into the room. "Where did you-?"

"I got some paper and pens to mark down when we get it right." She beamed, holding the few sheets of paper and pens before placing them down next to the bag. "We can get a prize when we get it right, and at the end there can be a bigger prize where the winner gets whatever they want." She explained, looking at him and raising her eyebrow as his cheeks burned again. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Luke."

"It wasn't there in the first place!" He refused to meet her eyes as he crossed his arms, clearing his throat with red cheeks. "But what would the prizes be?"

"Well," she pondered aloud, "you've been wanting that online streaming service to watch that new series of Sherlock, no?"

"Yeah, but I can't really afford it for the year." He sighed, "sacrifices have to be made I suppose, why?"

The corners of her lips curled up into a smile as she placed her hands on her hips, "well, if you win, I don't mind paying for it for a year."

"Really?" His eyes shone as he turned his head to her. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, you've been wanting it for a while now." She gave him a playful salute, "but only if you win!"

"What do you want when you win?"

"If," she corrected, "but I haven't really thought of it yet." She shrugged, "so, as of right now, I have no clue. I might get an idea later."

"But then you don't have a reason to win."

"Excuse me?" She faked hurt, "are you saying your kisses aren't enough to please me?"

Luke blushed once again, averting his gaze with a small pout. "This is another one of your trick questions, and I'm not falling for it."

She snickered at his reaction, "good answer. Now come on."

The brunet soon made his way over to her, sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table on the floor. He looked up at her, beaming as she copied him and sat on the floor. [Name] emptied the bag, halving the bags equally so they both had a couple of packets of Skittles each. "Who's going first?"

"You can," she glanced up at him, "I still have no clue of my prize."

"Alright then," he nodded, opening the packet before pausing. "Do you have anything for a blindfold?"

"I have a robe thing we can use? Or I might have a ribbon for one of my outfits actually. Lemme go check." She stood up, leaving the room to her bedroom before coming back a few minutes later with a few suggestions. "I'm not sure if these are gonna work but it's worth a try?" She sat back in front of him, holding out the fabrics in her palm. "I guess the black one might work best?"

He agreed to her suggestion, taking the dark fabric and tying it over his eyes. "I can't see a thing with this one. What does this go to?"

Her face flushed as she sweatdropped, "an outfit I haven't worn yet. But are you ready?" As he nodded, she took a random skittle from the packet and glanced at it before feeding him it. As he ate it, she wrote down the colour it was:

"Red?" She smiled slightly as she marked it, keeping silent as she leaned closer to his face. "Is it?" She couldn't see his eyes, but from his tone she could see the wide-eye puppy look Luke usually gives when he's awaiting a response. Her eyes gently fluttered closed as his breath hit her lips before the two collided. Her nose brushed up against his, and she held his face with both her hands as he almost broke the kiss as he recoiled.

"It's red." She murmured against his soft lips, smiling as she felt his cheeks heat her skin. She felt him melt into her touch, leaving her to control him like he was putty in her hands. She began to pull back, going to continue the game but his whine convinced her to stay a little longer. She lowered her dominant hand onto the table as she leaned closer, but she pulled back. She pressed her lips against the corner of his one last time before sitting herself back down properly.

She watched him; a gentle look in her eyes as his lips parted in awe. Surprisingly, he kept his blindfold on as he awaited another feeding. His non-existent tail wagging behind him as she grabbed another skittle from the packet. He chewed and savoured the skittle in a mockingly exaggerated way before guessing once again.

The sound of the pen rattling caused him to perk up, but he acted as if he wasn't aware of the meaning. "It was yellow." She murmured, causing his shoulders to fall. He guessed green. "Better luck this time." She hummed, continuing the game and rewarding his correct guesses.

Throughout the game, her kisses grew quicker and lighter, which he noticed instantly, but he didn't mention it. Perhaps she was getting bored of the game. Eventually, the packet grew empty and ended his turn. He slowly took off the DIY blindfold to see her pout. "What happened?"

"I like you having that blindfold on." She teased, snickering at his bashful face. She reached for the blindfold from his palms, but looked up at him as he held it above her head. "Huh?"

"Have you thought of a prize you want yet?" He questioned, getting up and walking towards her.

She hummed as he sat behind her, typing the blindfold on for her as she pondered aloud. "Well, to be honest, spending time with you is enough for me to keep playing." She turned her head towards his direction as she didn't hear his response, "Luke?" She slightly tensed as his familiar scent hit her nose, warmth covering her face as his lips (coated in her flavoured lip balm) pressed against hers.

"Right answer," he smiled, keeping her close to him as he nuzzled her nose with his own. "But you should think of something you want. It's not fair that I have a goal to win and you don't."

"Luke, I really don't care what the prize is. I just like being with you." She puffed her cheeks out at his dismissive behaviour, but sighed as he refused to let that be her answer. "I really don't know what I want, and why are you so bothered about it?"

"I just want to know what you want." He admitted quietly, "you don't seem to tell me that anymore." He wrapped his arms around her figure, kissing her temple as he sighed. "I guess I wanna know what you really want. Not what you need."

"What I want is you and your company." She held onto his arm that wrapped around her, leaning her head back against him. "And that's good enough for me." She smiled, not sure if she was even facing him.

She blinked as light soon flooded her sight, wondering why he took the blindfold off of her. "As sweet as that is, it's not enough to satisfy me." He told her softly, "I'll spend as much time with you as I possibly can, but I want to know what else you want. Any games? Books? Even new restaurants around town?"

"I guess," she trailed off. "There's a movie we can rent, and I wanna watch it with you. I feel bad for being so busy with work, and I wanna do stuff with you."

"Then when you win, we can watch that movie." He smiled down at her, giving her a sweet, chaste kiss before tying the blindfold on her again and settling back in his original spot.

"If I win," she corrected before she kept her mouth open as he opened the packet. She savoured the taste of the skittle he gave her, tilting her head at the slightly bitter taste. "Yellow?" She waited for him to do something, but grew increasingly more confused as she didn't even hear the pen.

She was about to talk before he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, causing her mouth to close. "It was yellow." He chuckled, "I got distracted by how cute you are." He laughed a little louder at her flustered expression. "Alright, next one." She opened her mouth again, chewing the next skittle she was given.

"Purple." She blinked at the kiss on her eyebrow. "What's with these kisses?"

"It was never said where to kiss so-" She couldn't see but she knew he had his smug expression.

"Alright, you got me there." She huffed, "but I'm not happy about it." A few more skittles passed and she was getting increasingly more irritated by Luke's decisions on where to kiss her.

"So, what about this one?"

"Orange."

"Orange you glad-."

"Just kiss me." She huffed, ignoring the setup for his joke as he chuckled. She puckered her lips before dropping them as he kissed just under her blindfold. She paused as he rustled the packet of Skittles before she threw off the blindfold. "What's the big idea?" She huffed again as he covered the packet with his hand.

"The game's not done yet!"

"Fuck the game!" She crossed her arms, "what game are you playing?"

"The Skittles one." Her unimpressed expression slowly caved his smug one, causing him to sigh. "I thought you was getting bored, so I wanted to spice it up a bit."

"Luke," she held his chin with her thumb and forefinger. "How can I get bored when I get your kisses as a prize?" She hummed, raising an eyebrow. "You're extremely affectionate, and I'll never get tired of it." She sent him a soft smile, "now give me the kiss I deserve or I'm taking back every word I said and kick you out of my apartment."

He laughed, his eyes closing as his small fangs were visible. He gently kissed the palm of her hand before taking her jaw into his dominant hand, leaning in to press a small kiss upon her lips. "Happy now?"

"No." She grumbled, pulling him back in for another kiss. "You owe me a lot."

"What about the game?"

"We'll say it's a tie and we both get what we want. Now stop asking so many questions and pay your debt."

[special-wolf]

Birthday Treat || Mammon

{AFAB Reader}

[Smut]

"I want you to stay by Mammon's side and watch him carefully. Make sure he doesn't do anything involving luck."

Lucifer's words floated within your mind as you hesitantly knocked your knuckles against Mammon's bedroom door, awaiting a response from the second-eldest demon. After a few moments of silence, your quite thin patience wore off and you took the initiative to open the door yourself. Light poured into the room, causing the white haired male to look up from his pile of money. "Oh, hey, [Name]!" He chirped, straightening his posture as he stood himself up. "What's up?" His confused expression slowly formed into a sense of pride as he smiled brightly. "Are ya' here to wish me a happy birthday right as the clock hits midnight?"

You slowly nodded, "yeah." It was a dry response, but it seemed to cause Mammon to brighten up from the revelation. It wasn't a lie. You did want to wish him a happy birthday before anyone else, but that wasn't the main concern as of right now. You needed to distract him.

"In that case," he beams, "let's head to the casino! We'll have ourselves a fun time and earn tons more Grimm!" His plan seemed to suffocate you more in this pressure situation, and you had no clue on what to even do. "Whacha think?"

Why on earth was he asking you? "Actually," it was an opportunity you needed, but what can you use? He would continue to pile his money up if he could, and who knows when that curse will hit? A new car wouldn't work; he has one and it'd be hard to get him to leave one of his precious things behind. Look at how much he adores Goldie. Nothing in his room would be sold, and you can't put the projector he has to use. There's no new TSL movies, and Mammon despises horror movies. Leviathan definitely wouldn't let you borrow a game for Mammon. Mammon's banned from anything that is in a 5 mile radius of Leviathan's room. He wouldn't want to read for his birthday, so what-

"[Name]?" You turned your gaze to the demon, melting at the concern lingering in his soft eyes. "Ya' feeling okay? Ya' looked stressed." Was it that obvious?

"I'm fine, Mammon." You brushed him off, closing your eyes as the light behind you from the hallway seemed to burn into your skull. "Was just thinking."

"'Bout the casino?"

"No," you chuckled a little at his question. "Not the casino." He nodded slowly, urging you to continue. "Well, your birthday is in a few minutes, right?"

"Well, yeah. Do-?"

"And you've yet to have a present." His unasked question got stuck in his throat.

"Present?" He murmured, "oh, right! Presents!" He perked up, but there was still a tint of concern. "What's this gotta do with anythin' though?"

"I want to be the first." You declared, pushing a confident outlook but on the inside you were as panicked as Leviathan at a party. You didn't have a present. He took it last time he was in your room, and you couldn't say no to his pleading face. "So, wait here. I'll go and get it." Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Don't keep me waitin' too long, I'm a busy guy!" He flashed you a toothy grin, ushering you off as you nodded and quickly left. You let out a sigh as you closed his door behind you, rushing to your room to find something he'd even want. He may want anything you have, but your morals won't let you give him the trash from your bin.

"Shit," you cursed as you frantically searched your room. What to give? You searched under your bed, but nothing was good enough. Cupboards in the bathroom held nothing of value to your demon, and he probably wouldn't be the most thrilled about half used shower gel bottles. He'd definitely take it as an insult.

"Looking for something~?" Asmodeus' voice caused you to jump, yelping as the back of your head hit the top of the bathroom cabinet. "Are you alright? You didn't mess your pretty face, did you?"

"I'm fine," you groaned as you stood up, holding the back of your skull. "Did you need something?"

"Just answers," he hummed, looking you up and down. "What's the racket? I could hear it from my room, and you messed up my skincare routine." He pouted, and the irritation in his eyes made it clear he wasn't kidding.

"Sorry," you sighed, "I'm looking for something to give to Mammon." 

"Didn't you have something for him already?"

"No, he took it because I couldn't say no to him." You groaned, and Asmo just raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't think he'd be interested in wearing it himself," he hummed. "I suppose you learn something new everyday."

"Wha-?" It clicked. "The outfit."

"Didn't he take that?"

"No," you quickly shook your head, rushing past the Avatar of Lust and rummaging through your drawers. "He took the watch I got him, but he didn't find this. You're a genius, Asmo. Thank you."

Asmo smiled at the compliments, "do keep them coming, and have fun with Mammon cu-."

"Found it!" You cut him off loudly as your cheeks burned, ignoring Asmo's comment the best you could. (It wasn't like he was wrong, you were going to have fun, but it wasn't something you needed to hear.) In your hands was something you bought a little while ago when working shifts at Hell's Kitchen, but you never got the opportunity to wear it due to both your and Mammon's days off being at different times. You had gone shopping with Asmo once whilst Mammon was working his forced shift to pay back some of his debt, and it caught your eye which then caused Asmo to convince you to buy it for "bedroom activities" and the wink given to you soon made you realise it wasn't for sleeping.

"I wish I could see you in that," Asmo sighed, looking at the laced nightdress. It was like usual undergarments but with soft lacing that surrounded your torso like a bride's veil covering her face. It was loose, and that's what mainly mattered. It should definitely catch Mammon's attention, you made sure it was a perfect fit and in one of his best colours. The bra was black with gold stripes that hovered over where your nipples would be and, considering the gold layer was also lace, should hopefully show them off to Mammon. The underwear was similar, but the gold was the top line that dipped slightly closer towards the crotch, stopping just before it showed the actual slit. Asmo scoffed, "so not fair that Mammon of all of us gets that. It should be me."

You rose an eyebrow at his complaints, but didn't bother to voice your questioning. You stood up properly, turning to Asmo. "Thank you for convincing me to buy this; you've saved my life. I owe you one, but only appropriate things."

"Well, there's most of the list gone already." He sighed, "but I'll leave you to it, cutie. Send me a photo of you in it~!" He walked out of your room before you could protest, causing you to sigh and shake your head. At least he closed the door.

-

The tapping echoing the dim room increased with a sigh following. "What's takin' so long?" The soft grumbling from the Avatar of Greed hit his own ears, reminding him of how empty the room was without his human's company. "Where'd they put the thing?" The click from his door handle caused Mammon to perk up more than he wanted to admit.

"Happy birthday, Mammon." His cheeks flushed at your voice, relishing in the sound as he realised how bored he'd be without you in Devildom. You stepped into his room, and his eyes searched for anything in your hands. You had nothing? What took so long?

"Took ya' time." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away. "Wasted The Great Mammon's time, and for what?" He stopped his complaints as he heard something hit his messy floor, and his curiosity threw away his irritation. His ears flamed with his cheeks as he saw what was on the floor. Your shirt. "Y-Ya' can't just-! Wha- what are ya' doin'?"

"I said I was getting your present, didn't I?" His eyes shyly turned towards you, swallowing the build up of saliva in his mouth as he took in the sight. The bra held up your chest, and he honestly couldn't keep his gaze away once he spot the garment. The way the fabric from the bottom of the bra flowed against your stomach, resting just on the button of the jeans you wore, stirred something within him. He wanted to see more, and it wasn't just because of his sin. He watched you undo the button, teasing him with the zip as the colours worked with your skin tone. The gold caught his eyes instantly, how couldn't it? It was calling to him. He lifted his gaze back up to your chest, noticing how your nipples were visible even with the gold supposedly covering them. He awkwardly cleared his throat, feeling like an awkward teen as his pants felt tighter than they were meant to.

A smirk formed on your lips at his enchanted gaze, trailing a finger (which he instantly looked towards) down the gold on your underwear and stopping just where the colour halted. His eyes snapped up to yours, as if just remembering you were even there, as his face flamed. "Are ya' sure?" He barely whispered, looking you up and down. "I won't be able to stop, y'know?"

"You won't have to do anything." You gestured to the bed with a nod of your head, taking off the jeans fully for him to get a proper look at you in the lingerie nightdress you brought. "Let me treat you for your birthday, 'kay?"

The quick agreement from Mammon was pretty surprising, but it made the whole ordeal way easier. "Right! My birthday!" He perked up, "so I get treated! Yep!" He didn't sound the most confident about it, but he wasn't going to refuse it. He didn't move either, taking the idea of not having to do anything too seriously but it was an easy fix. You strut over to him, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to connect his lips with yours.

He slightly flinched at the quick movement, but soon melted into the kiss pretty quickly. He leaned closer, wanting more like he often does, but whined as you pulled back. His complaints quietened down as you took his wrist, brushing past the bracelet he had recently received (which he almost took his hand back for), and led him towards his bed. He glanced towards you, trying to figure out the plan of action so he could prepare but came up empty on what your thought process would even be during this time. He quickly averted his gaze as you turned to him though, earning a soft chuckle at his antics. He was quick to relax as you pushed him towards his bed, but his eyes widened a fraction as you pinned his arms down against the mattress and your ass sat just above his dick.

"O-Oi!" He complained, "I thought I'm meant to be treated!" He slightly pouted, but his lips parted instantly as your own came in contact with his neck as you pulled his shirt collar down.

"You will be," you hummed against his neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck and his collarbone. "So don't worry, alright?" You gently grazed your teeth against his sweet skin, sucking on the flesh as he pursed his lips to keep any noises from releasing. "Which means..." you murmured, letting go and letting the skin between his shoulder and neck relax from the tension, "let me hear you." You gently rubbed your cheek against his own, pressing a kiss near his ear as you went back to kissing his neck. Some whimpers and whines came from the second-eldest, especially when you grazed past one of your favourite spots on his neck.

"Don't tease," was often his whines, quickly covered up with "N-not that I can't handle it-" to which you cut him off with small bites. He grit his teeth, but made no effort to release his wrists from your grip. Once almost half of his neck was covered in marks, you pulled back and let his wrists go. You shuffled your free hands up his shirt, feeling his model body and removing the clothing. You then leaned down, moving towards his chest to mark whilst shuffling down to properly hover over his clothed cock. His breath hitched as his chest puffed up, letting you kiss at the skin easier. You soon trailed one of your hands towards his hips and back up his stomach, the other pinning one of his hands again, as you began to kiss down the small valley of his pectoral muscles. You snuck a glance up at him, lowering your hand from his wrist and towards his bicep as he focused on you.

"You're so pretty," you murmured against his stomach, sitting up and admiring his longing face. "Especially with these marks." You hummed, gently brushing the marks you made with your teeth and the darkening hickeys that you prayed would be more noticeable later. His eyes closed as his cheeks burned; praises always got him going. "I could just admire you all day, you know?" You leaned down, stealing a swift kiss from him before pressing your lips against his cheeks and his jaw. As you peppered his face with kisses, your hand reached in-between the both of you and undid the clothing that restrained his erection. "Hips up, baby." You whispered into his ear, "that's all I need you do to, okay?"

"I can do more..." He whined, lifting his hips up with a slight buck to release the tension. You made quick work of the rest of his clothing, letting the air reach his cock as you remained clothed. His hips lowered once again as you grazed his hard dick, swiping your thumb against the head that was dripping with precum. He let out a small whine, and you listened for this one time. He wasn't good with words, but you knew what he wanted.

You began a slow pace, lifting your hand up and down around him with small squeezes every so often as Mammon let out soft moans and whimpers. His hands reached out to you, holding onto your waist and running up the silk and lace of the lingerie you wore. His fingers dug into your skin, possibly going to leave marks later, as his hips bucked up for a faster pace. You let him fuck into your hand for a bit for satisfaction before pushing his hips down and quickening your pace. His moans rose in volume, soft grunts from where he tried to hold them back, and soft whispers of your name. You squeezed him gently, causing him to cry out for more, and focused on the lengthy vein of his cock for the moment. Can't let any of him feel neglected after all.

Your face flushed slightly as he bucked his hips again, his thigh rubbing against your clothed pussy and slightly coating his skin in your slick. He didn't even mention it, too into your hand as of right now as his cock throbbed. "I-I-!" He tried to speak, clinging to your waist as his head rose back with a moan emitting from his throat that once held words. You glanced up towards him, knowing the pattern by now. He'd try to warn you, get too into his pleasure, beg for more and hold himself back on purpose to keep you going. It was the same every time. Which is why you took your hand away. "N-No!" He complained, tearing up slightly from the edging as he bucked his hips for you to continue. "No fair!"

You let him calm, kissing his collarbone as an apology which he reluctantly accepted with his eyes. He glanced at your form, appreciating the outfit you had on but damn did he want it off right now. "You were so good~" He leaned towards your touch as you caressed his cheek; a pout forming on his face. "I promise you'll get to cum, okay?" You gently kissed his lips, feeling up his hips as his grumbling was muffled against your lips. You pulled back, taking your hand from his cheek (which he was about to sulk over) and reached back to unclip the bra of your present to him. You chucked the clothing somewhere on his floor, knowing you won't get it back anyways, and slightly rose off of his lap to take off the wet underwear. They were thrown too and you sat yourself back onto his lap, barely missing his whining cock.

He didn't even need to demand you to get onto him, something that instantly caught his attention (birthday perks he guessed), as you had lined his tip to your entrance pretty quickly. His hands shot up to your chest as you lowered onto him, taking in as much as you could. You lowered your torso for him as you grinded your hips against his, biting back a moan as Mammon eagerly expressed his relief. He squeezed your chest much like you squeezed his cock with both your hand and your loosening walls. His eyes shut as you lifted your hips up to his tip, lowering again and getting as much of his in as you could without any issues. He moaned again, getting louder as you continued, and moved one of his hands to grip your bare ass to move you to the speed he desperately wanted.

You lowered your head towards him, kissing him and muffling your moans which he greedily ate up and overpowered with his own pleasured sounds. The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and both of your moans, as well Mammon's whimpers and grunts. As you stuck to the pace he adored, you sucked at his bottom lip with small nips here and there as you moaned against them. Mammon held your boob and ass slightly tighter than you'd hoped, but as long as he was enjoying himself you didn't mind too much. You tensed slightly as he brushed his thumb over the hardened bud, biting your own lip as you pulled back and kissed at his neck. "Ngh... You're good with your hands," you murmured, leaning into his thumb and forefinger than rolled your nipple gently. His cheeks burned, but you could feel the smug grin forming at your words.

You didn't give him the chance to comment, biting into his skin as you pushed your hips harder against his as you grew close to your climax. "I-" He grunted, bucking his hips up to match your rhythm (even when you mentioned he didn't have to do anything) as he caught up his own finish. You let his skin free, licking over the bite to try and make it better as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could feel his dick throbbing against your walls, and it was euphoric. "K-Keep going." He slightly growled, leaning into your touch as he kept demanding for you to let him reach his finish. 

You moaned his name into his neck as you reached your climax first, slightly slowing your pace as you panted against his skin. Once your orgasm finished, you picked back up the pace, moaning louder and more from the sensitivity from your recent finish. Mammon was soon to follow, obviously unable to hold back much more as he completely stopped bucking his hips to ride out his orgasm. You glanced up at him and roughened your movements, seeing how he was holding back his moan. You saw his eyebrow slightly rise and sent him a teasing grin. "You think you're only getting one round? I know you want more, it's in your nature."

"Oh, fuck..."

-

"Thank you, [Name]." Lucifer's voice caused you to look up from the breakfast one of the other brothers made, raising an eyebrow. "For keeping Mammom away from anything involving luck. If it wasn't for you, who knows what the curse would have done.

"Oh, right, yeah. The curse." You dropped your gaze back to your plate, shoving more food into your system as your cheeks burned. You forgot the curse was the reason.

"What curse?" And seemed like Mammon was clueless. You slightly lifted your eyes, meeting the eyes of Asmo. You sweat slightly at the look he was giving you; that smile was never a good thing.

"So how was your birthday, Mammon?"

[special-wolf]

Cycle || Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shoto

[Female Reader]

{Headcanon}

Bakugou Katsuki:

During your menstrual cycle, Bakugou would be uncharacteristically calm and patient.

He knows the shit that can happen during the cycle because of his mother, and he really doesn't want to feel your wrath.

If you'd ask him to get something then he will (with a small 'tch' and huff).

He'd be a lot more touchy and engage with cuddles or anything similar without much struggle like he usually would, if you want your cuddles then you bet your ass he'll give you them.

He'd always make sure you're actually on whatever you're laying on rather than him in case he has to get up, he'd prefer you snuggled into his side so he can have his hand over your stomach to try and relieve any cramps you get.

He wouldn't mind going out to get you any tampons/pads you need, he'd just need to know what type and size you'd want. He'd more than likely get some of your favourite sweets too or anything else you've been craving for a while to keep you happy.

He'd make sure not to be too mean; he'd hold back the witty comments and calling you 'dumbass' or anything similar.

If he did end up making a comment that pissed you off, he would straight up evacuate the building. He knows if he stays there that he's going to get his ass whooped by you or the girls once they hear about it and he's not taking any chances.

But if the comment upset you, he'd do his best to make it up to you since he genuinely didn't mean it. He's a softie on the inside, and he'll reluctantly admit if if you're upset. ("Shit, I didn't mean that. You know how I am... I'm... You make me soft.")

All in all, he'd be a simp out of fear so take that however you want to.

Todoroki Shoto:

Poor guy didn't know what was going on at the start, he genuinely thought you suddenly hated him.

But once you or one of the girls explained it to him... He still was weary. But he tried his best to make it up to you.

He wasn't really sure how to help but a few texts to Fuyumi soon helped him a bit. From what she said, Todoroki ended up going on a shopping spree for everything he knew you liked to eat or drink. He heard about cravings and just thought it'd be better for you have a selection than not have what you want. The owner of the store fucking loved him.

But after that, he stayed near you as he made sure you were comfortable. The thing he was most scared about was the cramps, he had no idea what yours were like and Fuyumi's summary didn't calm his nerves the slightest. Hearing that some were about as painful as a heart attack almost gave Todoroki a heart attack himself.

So he made sure to keep you on his left at all times even when you complained about being too warm. He wanted his left side to be used for good and help with the cramps.

He treated you like a damn princess, feeding you what you wanted as he kept his hand near you to put where ever the cramps were.

He made sure to carry you everywhere too after he heard you complain about the feeling of getting up and just feeling the blood everywhere. He didn't really wanna hear about it in great detail, but you deserve to complain so he went along with it.

As he learned more and more about the cycle, the more his respect for you and women around the globe went up. He couldn't imagine going through that.

But God, he was so glad he didn't have to. Just seeing how unhappy you were with some of the experiences made him realise how lucky he was. But he did enjoy seeing your mood change drastically throughout the day and week; it interested him to see what upset you during the time so he knew what not to do. He knew how oblivious he could be with you, and he really didn't wanna make your time worse.

He wanted the best for you, even though he didn't feel like he did much.

[special-wolf]

Hangout/Date Area Headcanons

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochaco. 

Gender Neutral Reader.

Bakugou Katsuki:

As cliche as it is, Bakugou loves having you in cafes. He usually plays it off as a way for him to help you study, but you never get to it in the end. He never really planned to study.

And either way, your ego boosting when he eats spicy things makes his heart go doki doki and his mind go blank.

But when you do want to study, he doesn't mind. He just watches you work things out on your own with his little input as he drinks whatever he ordered, or he just steals some of your leftovers since he "doesn't want to waste money".

Like, yeah, okay. Money being wasted doesn't add up to the fact he's using your cutlery.

He makes you sit by the window, always opposite you so he can just admire you in the lighting you deserve. It also helps him keep his quirk at bay as the windows usually cool him down, he learnt the hard way that he can't be in a cafe too long without any type of cooling mechanism. Gosh, that day was expensive...

He doesn't really say much, and he's quite hard to rile up in the cafe with you actually. It's the time he's most calm, whether it be the soft scents of the cafe or the warm look you give him when you've finished working out a question...

Todoroki Shoto:

Todoroki adores taking you to sweet and calm areas like parks. He eagerly looks for those parks with gazebos or hidden areas where he can just enjoy his time with you.

He prefers gazebos in case it rains, but it's also because he loves hugging you from behind at the sides as you both people watch. He loves having you on his lap on the seats as he nuzzles your shoulder blades or neck as he listens to you.

But if there's not a gazebo, he'll happily feed the birds around or stand on a bridge with you and feed the fish in the water. He always makes sure he has spare yen on him, and always has to have his skin on yours. He usually has your arm hooked with one or his, or his hand is around your waist as he watches you.

He loves clearings in parks too, where he can just sit on the grass with you and just admire you as you try and bring squirrels or cats to you. He's not the biggest fan of nature, his rich ass not getting why it's so humbling, but he doesn't mind it when he's got you with him... He doesn't like the bugs though.

Midoriya Izuku:

Somehow his feet always lead him to that beach that started off everything, and he always brought you with him. He'd sit down on the sand near the waves with you, excitedly going on about All Might and other heroes and quirks for a while before he'd ask about anything you're interested with.

He'd keep his distance a little, not wanting to accidentally ruin the relationship he has with you but also not wanting to make you think you smelt. So he'd sit a few centimeters away as he looks at the clean ocean.

It was always the same time of day too, nearing sunset or the sunrise, and he sat in the same spot. His eyes would glance towards you during the rise or fall of the sun, a smile on his face as he listens about your day or your dreams as his eyes take in the view no artist could ever begin to get down.

It was a time for you both to get closer, a time for you to both relax and take time for yourselves. He adored this time of day, and he was glad he could actually sit there with you due to his own hard work. Maybe it was his confidence, or maybe it was just the fact he got to he with you... But he was proud of himself for cleaning the whole beach, and he was so glad he did it.

Uraraka Ochaco:

Uraraka will quite happily sit in those fruit bus stops with you, her favourite is the strawberry one though. It was the first type of bus stop she had been taken to with you, when you had met up with her to go to the mall with the class. She didn't even know how it happened, but she did remember the fun you had with her.

So, she'll sit in there with you for no reason other than to talk. She doesn't even use the buses, she uses the trains most the time.

Sometimes she does feel really guilty about the fact she can't afford to do much, but she's super glad you understand and don't mind just talking in a bus stop. She honestly didn't expect it to go well, but here she is talking to you every week in the same bus stop.

Sometimes she'll switch it up and walk with you to another bus stop, but it's always the fruit shaped ones. She always spoke about the different types they could make too, she brought up mochi style bus stops a lot.

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Comfort || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

WARNING(S): SMALL PART OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.

Usually, Katsuki hated being up early hours in the morning. He'd always go to bed at 8:30pm and if someone has a breakdown after that, then they're on their own. But, he's noticed the distance between himself and his girlfriend. It's not a major distance, it's just that she's quieter than usual, doesn't smile as wide, looks concerned and sad a lot.

And, even though he'd hate to admit it, Katsuki was extremely concerned.

So waking up from his sleep from an array of texts and voicemails that had irritated him to the point of wanting to throw his phone, and seeing that they were all from his girlfriend made his anger extinguish. He listened to her voicemails as he sat himself up on his bed.

"I know you're probably asleep right now, and you may not even care about these, so I'll probably end up deleting them before you see it, but... Fuck..." He heard her voice crack, his heart jolting at the sound as he leaned his ear closer to the phone. "I know there's probably a lot of shit on your plate, and me sending all these messages and probably so many voicemails aren't going to help. And fuck, I feel so fucking selfish because of it... But..."

The sniffle from the other side of the phone made his eyes soften, "[Name]..." He muttered, even though he knew she couldn't hear.

"Y'know when you just hit that fucking limit? Where you just give up and can't be bothered anymore? Where everything piles up so fucking much and you have no idea how to get rid of it? I feel like that, Kat. But I don't have time for it. I'm so fucking exhausted from it and I just want it to end. At this point, I don't think I'd have the strength to fight if another villain attack happened. I don't think I'd have the energy to even start my quirk. Shit, Kat... I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know if I'm meant to be here. As in Yuuei, as in Japan, as in on this fucking earth. I really shouldn't be piling this on you, but I feel so comfortable with you. You're someone who's there for me no matter what and, fuck, I fucking love you for it."

The voicemail ended there, but another one soon played; however, Katsuki had to pause it before it played as he processed the shit his girl is going through. Rather than playing the voicemail, his hands trembled as he pressed onto her number.

The phone rang a few times before she answered. "I didn't mean to wake you, Kat-."

"Shut up." He muttered, but his voice was usually soft. "You know you can always come to me for shit, right? And even though I probably wouldn't wake up for anyone else, I'm still here. I'm not the best with what I say, but I can tell you here on this phone and in person that you can take as much fucking time as you need to get yourself in an okay state. It's not your fault Yuuei is shit with their security, it's not your fault that that school doesn't give a shit about the students and their wellbeing. So, even if you don't fucking think that, I'm here to tell you before you do. And it's fucking fine to get to that shitty point on your life, I've been there so many fucking times before I met you and got close to you. And the fact you still care for me when you're literally fucking crying makes you a fucking angel, and I will tell you that..."

From her silence, he began to wonder that his stern voice had put her off of what he was saying. "... Thank you..."

The timid reaction caused him to sign inwardly, "fuck, [Name]... You need a break, I think everyone does at some point and you've even told me that in the past. I probably don't show it enough, but I care for you. And because of that, I'm not letting you deal with this alone."

"God... You're being a softie and I'm living for it."

He shook his head as he heard the awkward laughter, "you better be living for more than that, [Name]. You're gonna be a great hero, and a good fucking person like you are now."

"... So you heard the other voicemail...?"

His eyebrows furrowed, "... Why? What did you say in it?"

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about i-." Her voice cut off as he hit the red disconnect button on his phone. His fingers moving rapidly against his screen as he pulled up the voicemail he had paused beforehand.

His ears let every single word of hers flow into his mind and stick, his eyebrows furrowed slightly at some points and raising at others. His eyes kept a soft glow, whether it be from the early hours or because he genuinely loved her and her voice. But his body grew frgid as he heard the next few words flow out of her mouth.

"Kat... On a scale of 1 to 10... How badly would you miss me if I suddenly died?"

"Fucking dumbass..." He muttered, "it'd be off the charts." He lowered his phone as he stood up from his once warm and comfortable bed. Slipping on his slippers and a jacket, Katsuki made up a mini bag of stuff for the night. Packing a toothbrush, his uniform, phone charger and whatever else he thought would be beneficial like a spare hoodie of his. He pulled the bag onto his shoulder, stuffing his phone into his jacket and making his way downstairs. "The old hag is gonna kill me for this..." He grumbled quietly as he kept his feet quiet, slipping into his outwear shoes as he placed his key into his pocket.

Walking outside, Katsuki locked the door behind him as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. The cold, icy morning of two A.M made him grunt and quicken his pace towards his girlfriend's home, the wind biting at his flawless skin as he huffed.

He glanced at the building when he got there, his eyes scanning the second floor to spot her window before he whirled up some ways to get up there. He can't use his quirk as it'll be too loud and illegal, there's not a tree to climb up... But, there is a small little windowsill he can grab onto if he scaled the wall high enough. Slowly backing up, Katsuki readied himself as he let out a soft sigh. "I better fucking make this..." He shook his head before propelling himself forwards naturally, his dominant foot rose and caught into a brick of the house much to his luck. Using his upper-body strength, he did his best to pull himself up high enough to reach the windowsill. As his hand grabbed it, he pulled himself up and opened the window quietly. He sat down, taking off his muddy shoes and leaving them on the windowsill so the dirt wouldn't get onto her floors. "[Name]...?"

His low tone caused her to rise from her little blanket cocoon. "... Kat...? What are you...?" She sniffled, wiping her puffy and red eyes as she watched him walk towards her in a calm manner. Seeing him be so quiet and considerate freaked her out, wondering if she had caused him to hit an unreachable anger as possible but all her worries fell as his lips made contact with her forehead.

She watched as he carefully sat next to her, the dip in her bed comforting her slightly as she realises she's not alone anymore. "You're okay..." He whispered, "I'm here now." He held her close, nuzzling his nose into her hair as he lowered the bag from his shoulder onto the floor. [Name] sniffled once more, nuzzling her face into his chest as her hands gripped his jacket tightly. "Let it all out, baby girl." His muffled voice caused her to hold onto him tighter, relief flowing through her to feel him next to her and hear his voice. Slowly, his words processed and the tears that she had just subdued soon came rushing back again. "I'm not gonna let you leave this place or me so easily, got that?"

She hiccupped in response, her cries muffling from his chest as her arms wrapped around him and clung to the back of the jacket he wore. His intoxicating scent filled her senses, calming her down more and more over time as he let her sob all she needed to with just small sweet nothings and a few kisses to her head. One of his hands rested on her lower back, rubbing circles, as his other had cradled the back of her head to keep her close to him.

Eventually, Katsuki leaned back so he was laying down and she was resting on his chest. He wanted her to try and sleep, he had no idea if she had taken a nap or if she has slept at all during her vulnerable state. But with how many tears she's shed, and how exhausting her emotions must be; he figured she'd be fighting sleep, so he wanted to make sure she'd let sleep win. He didn't know the time, and if his girl wasn't feeling up to the morning then he'd just have to call in sick to school. He's here for her, just as much as she's been there for him, and he'd hate to leave her on her own if this crept back up again.

It's obvious she's been dealing with it for awhile, and he didn't even need to check the texts to see that. With how quickly she had fallen asleep; he could only guess how much of a toll she had taken.

He loved her pieces, even the ones that cracked every so often during her lifetime. There's no way he'd trade for anyone else. And he'll be sure to let her know whenever he can so he can see the signs of her cracking once again.

[special-wolf]

Bakugou Katsuki Headcanons

S/O Sleeping Patterns.

Gender Neutral Reader

S/O who doesn't sleep much:

This boy has no fucking idea how you can stay up till 3 in the morning and still make it to class.

He spelt at 9pm and almost missed his alarm like how tf do you do it.

And the messages you send him scare him, like please you're going to give him heart problems.

He still doesn't understand what you mean by him being a 'portable microwave' and then just spamming his dms with 'pop'. He's... He's too scared to ask.

But he does appreciate all the fanfiction links, he's a sucker for romance.

He does not appreciate the smut though; he just woke up, give him a chance to wipe away the ego from his eyes first.

... He did not appreciate the All Might fanfictions though... Especially after you accused him of writing it and then just decided he did because he wasn't responding at 4:56 am.

He always checks your messages last, not because he's saving the best for last but it's because there's so many and so many of his braincells just... Evaporate.

Once it hits 8:30 and he's sent his goodnight text, he puts his phone on silent until the morning.

The sound of his phone begins to annoy him after 3 minutes.

But, he does read every text which is sweet.

He doesn't know how you can go from questioning the meaning of life to asking what a good dog name would be though, but he rolls with it.

S/O who sleeps a lot:

He gets so mad, not because you're sleeping but because you don't get teased for it.

Like my mans has a good sleep schedule but he gets called gramps??? And you don't???

He hates not being able to spend much time with you though, after classes you immediately take a nap and he's just like "excuse me??? I'm right here???"

Just use him as a teddy at this point, it'll make him feel better and less lonely.

He loves listening to your dreams though when you remember them, if you dream that is.

If not, then he doesn't mind listening to you make up fantasies as long as they're about him. But not that one, he doesn't like that fantasy. Or that one.

He'll start forcing you into his dorm as soon as class ends, like if you're gonna sleep then you're gonna sleep by his side.

He dreads waking you up but he knows he has to or you won't eat until like 11pm and that's a no no to him.

... He doesn't feel that bad actually.

He tries a nice approach but then he will go full gremlin and hit you with your own blanket and pillows.

And when you've drooled on them for so long...

Yeah, you lock your door now.

He gets through the window though.

He'll wake you up early if it's his turn to cook because he knows you can't handle all his cooking at once when you wake up... See, he's thoughtful.

Only because he wants you to enjoy his cooking more than anyone else's though but shhhhh.

He genuinely loves that you sleep, especially if you're with him and just kinda... Zonk out. He finds it cute because you trust him... You probably shouldn't but you do anyways.

He makes sure you only sleep on him though, ain't no other extras getting to hear you breath in your sleep, are they crazy?

But he loves sleep too, he can't be mad but he can tease and he will because you're the only one who sleeps before him. He's so sick of the bullying </3

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Dance, Baby || Midoriya Izuku

[Female Reader]

"Your dancing is awful, Izuku." An upset sigh left the boy in question, "I'm sorry but it's true."

"I know..." He whined, "all that training from Ashido has gone to waste. I'm a little more flexible but I can't incorporate it into any of my moves."

His girlfriend, [Name], nodded slowly at his words. "Well, I'm sure I can help with it." She glanced at him, "I've had a few ideas on some of your move anyways... I just didn't know how to bring it up... Especially since I'm not trying to be a hero, yknow?"

Izuku's eyes sparkled, his mood lifting instantly. "Really? I'd love to hear them! I'll get my notebook!" As he was about to run to find where he had put his notebook, [Name] grabbed his arm.

"Wait... Are you sure? I-I don't really know what kind of moves you do so they might be useless ideas..."

His look softened as he smiled softly, "[Name]... I'm sure you know me better than you think you do, I still use things similar to the moves I did in the sports festival. And you've seen me train a few times, I trust you and your judgement. Nothing you come up with will be useless, okay?"

Her grip faltered as she nodded slightly, "okay... Go get your notebook, I'll meet you in the dojo. I'll get my ass kicked if I make a mess anywhere else."

"Okay!" A look of determination washed over him as he smiled, rushing off to grab his notebook from his bag at the front of her home. She patiently waited at the dojo, listening to his shoes hit against the floor as he ran back towards her with his smile still bright and fresh. "So what was it you wanted to show me?"

"Well," she started as she made her way inside, "you use flicks still, right?"

"Yeah!" He nodded, his pen against his book excitedly.

"Okay," she hummed, standing in the middle. "So, maybe something like this?" She held her hand up, keeping her fingers facing the ceiling as she held her middle finger with her thumb. She took a second to think before moving her arm anticlockwise, "it'll be smoother transition, but you can also shoot from this side." She mimicked Izuku's movement of flicking to her left before continuing to swing her arm to the right. "You'll get above you, to the left of you and to the right rather than having to continously move your body to aim... If that makes sense?"

Izuku's mumbling made her sweatdrop, "it'll be a smoother transition," he mimicked as his pen scribbled across the paper quickly. "If I manage to perfect that, I could also manage to get behind me if possible-."

"Yeah..." She mumbled, "once you point to the right, you can just twist your arm." She put her arm to the right again, bending her arm to face behind her. "It's... Not really a move, but it's to keep you safe."

The silence made her nervous, but Izuku soon fell back to mutters as he noted that down too.

"O-oh, and um..." She paused, holding her hands together shyly. "You... Seem to use wind pressure a lot in your moves from what I've seen... So..." She swung her arm from the right of her head to the left with her left arm, letting the wind follow before lifting her arm to the ceiling again. "Maybe... That could help with power...? I don't fully know how your quirk works... So it might not work, but it's worth a try, right?"

The smile he flashed her caused her to sigh in relief, "yeah! That could work!"

She nodded, letting him write it down before speaking again. "I was thinking of recoveries too... Like, when you're knocked back." She leaned back, her hands pressing the floor as her body soon followed. But rather than letting her feet hit the floor, she maneuvered her body so her legs slid across the floor and she could gain some distance away from where she was originally standing. Once satisfied, she let her feet plant into the floor and stood up.

"And I could incorporate my kicks into that, I just need to experiment and see what'll work and what wouldn't." He hummed, "thank you, [Name]." He looked up from his book, "it... It means a lot to me that you're thinking of me, especially with something you're so passionate with."

Her cheeks heated up as she looked away, "yeah..." She whispered, "n-no problem." A smile laid on Izuku's face as he admired her, his look soft as he held his notebook close to his chest.

He soon put his arms to his sides, "do you mind... Teaching me them?"

"Of course." Her eyes lit up, "cmon, I'll help!" His smile widened as he took his steps towards her, his heart pumping excitedly as his adrenaline began.

Hours later, and both of the teens had perfected the moves. [Name] stayed sat on the floor as she caught her breath, Izuku kneeling over as he caught his own. "I didn't realise... How much dancing... Would take from me..." He panted, his girlfriend letting out a small chuckle as she hummed.

"Yeah... Its a lot tougher than it looks." She soon stood up, "i'll get you a drink." As she began to leave, Izuku looked up and called to her.

"Wait!" He stood up properly as she turned to him, sincerity in his eyes as he stared at her. "... Thank you. I mean it."

She smiled softly at him, "you don't gotta thank me, Izuku. Just keep training to be a hero, that's all I ask."

Bonus:

Mina's eyes narrowed at the greenet, her hand on her chin as she thought to herself about the sudden improvement Izuku was having with his flexibility. "Oi, Midoriya!" She soon barked, stomping over to him. "Who do you think you are?" She accused, poking his chest as he backed up.

"H-Huh?"

"H-Huh?" She mocked, crossing her arms. "You're no Midoriya I know! The Midoriya I know has three left feet!"

"... But I only have two...?"

"That's the problem!" She shook her head, "but seriously, what's going on? I haven't taught you that stuff, but it's as fluent as an actual dance."

It took a few extra seconds for him to process what she meant, "o-oh! Well..." He fiddled with his fingers, "my... Girlfriend helped me..."

"Girlfriend?!"

"... Yes...?"

[special-wolf]

Introduce Me || Todoroki Shoto

[Female Reader]

{Small Season 4 Spoilers}

Todoroki stood to the side after the concert as everyone talked to one another, all hauling his ice around even though he could've just melted it. He looked down as he heard Mineta's complaints, his eyes rolling at the small pervert as the small boy walked past; Todoroki completely ignoring Mineta's pointing and yelling how he's doing no work considering it was his ice.

Todoroki looked back up, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he looked for the particular person he was hoping to find. When his eyes failed to spot her, he put his hands in his pockets and looked down. He slowly pulled his phone out his pocket as he felt it, turning the screen on and just watching as it brightened up.

Todoroki's phone's background was no longer the default wallpaper it had been months ago, the boring blue water affect was now replaced with a photo. His look softened at it.

His wallpaper showed a picture of himself and his newly made official girlfriend. It was at their first date, which was just at his house since he wasn't allowed to leave that day because of his training; she just showed up unannounced when she heard the news with things to make cold soba and a smile. He could see the traditional Japanese walls of his room in the background, the sight only being barely visible due to his and his girlfriend's position in the photo.

Her cheek was against his own, her arm wrapped around his neck at the time since she pulled him down for the photo, and she was giving a closed eyed smile. Todoroki, on the other hand, was looking at her in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow raised but anyone could see the small smile he had.

He unlocked his phone, his home screen's background being similar to the lock screen's but there was a difference. Her lips were on his cheek that time, the arm that was around his neck was still there but her hand was against his cheek and was pulling him closer to her at the time. It wasn't very visible on the photo, but there were small sparks coming from his left side due to his flustered state; they all missed her luckily so she wasn't burnt at any point. The right side of his face was red, his body temperature had gone nuts at the time and she still spoke about it to this day. His eyes were closed at the time when the picture was taken, right when her lips had made contact with his cheek so he instinctively closed them.

He just admired the photo for a few minutes until one of his classmates, Kaminari, took his phone from him. "Hey! How come we're all doing the work when it's your ice?! Sat here, looking at your phone, kids these days!" The blond scoffed, "what's so important that you-?" Kaminari cut himself off as he saw Todoroki's phone screen, "holy shit, you have a girlfriend and didn't tell us?! I thought we were family!"

Todoroki's face went blank as he stared at the blond in disbelief. He leaned forwards and took his phone back, "I was planning to tell everyone when she got here." He muttered, Kaminari nodding and giving a thumbs up. Everyone at the time were too busy to really pay any attention to Kaminari's yelling, much to Todoroki's relief, so they didn't really take in what he said.

"She's a total cutie!" Kaminari grinned, but it soon fell as Todoroki stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably at the cold gaze, "but-but she's yours!"

"She's not 'mine', she's her own person." He soon walked away from the intimated electricity user, his mood now soured.

"What's with the intimidation look, Shoto?" He perked up, his mood lifting once more as he heard her voice. He turned to face her, "someone get on your nerves? Lemme at 'em! Bap, bap!" She punched the air twice, acting like a boxer as she grinned. It soon fell into a curious look as he just stared at her, slowly bringing a hand to her face and feeling around. "Do I have something on me? I promise I didn't eat your soba, it was the dog."

"We haven't got a dog."

"Exactly."

"... What?" He soon shook it off, "no, you haven't got anything on your face." He stepped closer to her, his hand lifting and caressing her cheek. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers as she smiled. "I didn't see you in the crowd, I'm sorry."

Her eyes closed, "it's fine, Shoto." Her body relaxed, "I was sorta in the middle, I guess? Not too close, not too far away. Your ice show was stunning."

He could feel the right side of his face heat up, "it wasn't anything special..."

"Sure it was," she pulled back and smiled at him. "You learnt it from your lessons right? For your provisional licence. I remember you telling me about what you made with your ice for the kids."

He shyly scratched his cheek, "you remember that?"

"Why wouldn't I? You were really happy and proud of yourself for it," she took his hands into her own. "And I adore your smile, so of course I'm going to remember the subject that made you smile."

He looked at her, "... You make me smile." He mumbled, "even if I don't want to, you always manage to. I don't understand how you do it."

She smiled, her own face heating up as she shook her head. "I just know you." She looked up at him, "it's easy to make you smile when I know what makes you happy." She gently pulled his head down slightly to her level, pressing her lips to the corner of his own. They haven't had their first kiss together yet, she knew how he wasn't comfortable with that yet so she stayed within his boundaries. But her eyes widened as he was the one who initiated the kiss, her face heating up more as her eyes closed.

"Get some!" Kaminari's voice made Todoroki pull away, the dual-haired boy shooting him a glare for ruining the moment. "S-Sorry!"

"Bastard." Todoroki muttered, "c'mon, [Name]..." He mumbled as she laughed at his response, "I guess I have to introduce you to them now."

She playfully nudged his arm, "don't act so disappointed! We'll get our time together soon enough." She gave him a wink, grabbing his hand and walking towards the group with him trailing behind with an annoyed look that grew each step closer.

As they stopped in front of the group, his shoved a hand in his pocket and intertwined his fingers on his other hand with hers. "This is Class 1-A, I guess."

Kaminari was the first one to speak up, completely unaware to Midoriya who was about to talk. "You must be the lucky lady I saw on his background when I stole his phone about twenty seconds ago!" She blinked before chuckling,

"Yeah, that's me alright. Although," she gave Todoroki the side eye. "I didn't realise I was his background." Todoroki caught her eye and looked away, his left side getting hotter as his body became flustered. "[Surname] [Name], it's nice to meet you guys."

"Kaminari Denki, if you ever break up, I'll be there!" He gave a wink, but soon backed up as Todoroki shot another glare and [Name] rose an eyebrow with a blank look.

"I can see why you don't really talk about this class." She soon brightened up,

"So, has Todoroki-Kun spoken about any of us?" Midoriya tilted his head, [Name] placing her hand to her chin and thinking.

"Like three of you? Shoto doesn't really talk about school. I know Bakugou-San because Shoto is usually making fun of him,"

"HUH?! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME, ICYHOT?​​​​​!"

"That must be him. I also know Midoriya-San, Shoto spoke to me about the Sports Festival so. Aaaand... Yaoyorozu-San from the final exams." She smiled, "and that's all. Oh! No, I lied. He told me one more, but more of a warning to stay away from. Mineta-San, was it?"

"Yeah." Todoroki nodded, pulling her closer to him as he spotted how close Mineta was to her. "The short one."

"I can take him," she shrugged, "one swift stomp like you said would probably do it." She looked at the rest of the class, "anyways, care to introduce yourselves?"

As the class introduced themselves, Todoroki grew more and more bored and desperate for her attention. He wasn't one for PDA but he really just wanted to be with her and relax like usual. He was no longer holding her hand, he was now hugging her from behind with his chin on her [head/shoulder] and just staring at the class. Yaoyorozu seemed to get the hint, making him sigh in relief as she spoke up. "It was nice to meet you, [Surname]-San. Maybe we can meet you again? We have things to do still, so I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short." As the class agreed and went to do their thing, Yaoyorozu stayed behind. "Todoroki-Kun?"

"Hm?"

The ravenette smiled, "go ahead and use this time with her, I'm sure you've missed her." The class deputy soon turned and helped with the class as Todoroki held [Name] closer to him.

"So," he mumbled, "is there anything you want to do?"

She looked up at him with a teasing smile, "I'm sure there's something you have in mind that we can do."

Todoroki smiled, burying his face into her [hair/neck] to hide it. "We can get food and then go? We're already late for our routine."

She rose an eyebrow, "We have a routine?"

"Yeah, but because of this concert the times all changed."

"... So that's why you're suddenly so clingy?"

"... No..."

"Sure, sure. C'mon then, we have a 'routine' to follow apparently."

[special-wolf]

Trip Down Memory Lane || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

"Katsy!" A feminine, child's voice called out, the ash blond turning in response to his nickname from his other childhood friend. "I have a question!" A childish grin plastered across his face as his small chest buffed out, "shoot! I'm sure I can answer it!" 

"Can I give you a kiss?" 

"EH?!" The boy, shell-shocked, staggered back. "No way!" 

"Why not?" 

"Because you'd give me cooties! Are you stupid?!" She frowned in response before getting close to him and kissing his cheek softly. The boy screamed and yelled in response, his whole face and ears going red like his eyes were and then ran off without another word.

The 16-year-old shook his head at the thought, a small growl coming from his throat as he glared down at the food on the lunch table. Kaminari and some others looked at him before continuing what they were doing, ignoring Bakugou since he usually had these sorts of responses. He stabbed at his food angrily, why was he thinking about that now? That was years ago.

He let out another short growl, his grip getting tighter and the chopstick that was in his right hand snapped in two. "Dude, what's your problem?"

"Can it, Dunce Face." He snapped, his eyes shooting up at the other blond as he got up and stormed away from the table.

"Kat! Can we walk to school together?" They were 14 now, making their way to Aldera Junior High for the first day of their third and final year.

"I don't care." He muttered, the girl just smiling and walking by his side as he kept his slouched posture as he stomped to the school.

"Your shoes look nice."

"Shut up.""As sweet as ever."

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Nope, I'm always talking about you." He froze for a second, turning to face her and glaring.

"You spreading shit about me? I'll kill you."

"Will you make the effort and dig my grave especially for me?"

"No." 

"Then I'd rather you not kill me just yet." She shot him a grin, "but I haven't said anything bad about you, don't need to get so defensive."

"Die."

"You have such a way with words."

He stopped at the vending machine in the hallway, his hands in his pockets as he looked at the contents inside. He paused as he spotted the pocky sitting at the top. He didn't really like sugary or sweet things, but he was introduced to this by her. And he loved it.

"Kat! Kat! Slow down!"

"What? I'm going to be late home and the old hag will have my throat."

"Then we can walk together!"

"We live opposite ways." He rolled his eyes as she cooed at him, 

"You remember! But it's fine, I'm going to that corner shop near your place anyways!"

"Fine." He continued to walk, taking a small detour to walk her to the shop. "What was so important?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to walk with you."

"Eh? Fucking idiot."

"Maybe, maybe not~!" He flinched as she grabbed onto his arm, leaning against him slightly. "But, I guess there was something. I want you to try something, I know you don't like anything that isn't healthy or spicy... But I want you to at least lick it or something."

"You're making that sound fucking wrong."

"Oh, ho? Well, I mean if you're willing to e-." 

"Shut up!" He barked, his entire face red as he looked the opposite way to her to make sure she couldn't see his face.

"Ha, ha! I'm messing! But seriously, there is something I want you to try." And so, he waited outside the shop for her hurry up and grab what she was getting. He impatiently tapped his foot, staring at the time on his phone as he huffed and puffed. He looked up as the doors opened and she came out. "I got it~!""What is it?" His eyes widened as she held up a box of strawberry pocky. 

"No."

"Oh, come on! We don't have to do the game! I just want you to try it with me..." The pout on her face made him cave, 

"... Fuck! Fine!" He held his hand out as she cheered, "just hurry it up!" He grit his teeth as she laid the pocky in his hand carefully, angrily biting into it as she bit her own. He ate the rest of it without a complaint, but he left without another word. 

"Kat! You can't just leave me like that! That's like leaving me on read!"

He knelt down as the box fell, picking it up and standing back up. He shoved it into his pocket before making his way to class before the bell rang. He sat in his seat, ignoring Iida's greeting as he looked out the window whilst waiting for class to start.

"Hey," he sighed as he felt her poke him once more. "Hey, I'm not gonna stop til you answer me, hey, hey, hey."

"What?!" He whisper yelled, glaring at the girl who sat next to him in class.

"If you look in the window close enough, you can see a blond babe reflecting back." He rolled his eyes,

"Nobody is worth my time to look at them-."

"I'm talking about you, Katsuki." His body tensed up, pink spreading across his cheeks as he looked at her. "You're the blond babe."

He looked away quickly, "shut up, dumbass."

He stared back at his own reflection, his irritation leaving him as he just admired himself. He never really thought about how he looked, he cared more about his skills. And if he did think about his appearance, like he was forced to with Best Jeanist, he never agreed to her statement before but now... He can kinda see what she was on about. The chub on his cheeks she always referred to being cute, and how much he hated it at the time, but now... It still wouldn't be the word he'd used to describe it, but he can tolerate it.

He looked at the door as it opened, expecting it to be Aizawa but scoffed as he saw it was just Deku. He sneered at the greenet as he dared near him to go to his own desk, the ash blond soon looking away angrily.

"He doesn't look down on you, Kat."

"Bullshit, he's been looking down on me for years."

"He admires you, that's why he does things like you. You should cut him some slack, just ignore him if he pisses you off that much, okay? Don't look in his direction."

"Fucker seems to be everywhere, it's hard not to see his shitty, plain face."

"I'm sure you're able to just ignore him."

He looked back out the window, his eyes seeing a building's roof as his palm held his head up. His gaze lowered slightly, his aura becoming less angry and more upset.

"You told him to kill himself?! Katsuki!"

"..."

"And you're not even going to say anything? That's serious what you said to him! Do you not think about anything?!"

"..." 

"For fucks sake! I know you hate him, but for-! Actions have consequences! Who knows what he'll do!"

"I-..."

"... This is too far... You've been beating him down for years... I keep telling you to ignore him, just leave him alone, but you never listen to me. Why? Why don't you listen to me?"

"I do listen!" 

"You don't seem to! You just tune me out when it's something you don't want to hear!"

"That's not true! I do listen!" He defended himself, his tone getting more and more desperate. "I-I do listen, I promise! I-I...!" He went quiet, "... I do listen..." His voice was a whisper, his eyes teary. "I promise..."

He could remember her arms around him, her scent filling his nose and he could remember how quickly she put him to ease. He didn't deserve that comforting, he knows that, but it was the best thing he had ever felt. He did keep bullying Deku, but he wanted to show her he was listening to her, so he kept it at a minimum. He didn't want Deku to feel like he'd given up on his word.

The lesson went by quick, as did the day, and next thing he knew was he was walking home by himself. He looked around his surroundings, wondering where else he had moments with her. He looked at the restaurant he goes to a lot for the spicy food, his gaze on the door but nothing really sprung to him. She's never been there with him.

He kept walking, nothing coming to his mind until he had gotten to his house. The path leading to his door was what made him think.

She stood there with a grin, she was wearing her usual Aldera Junior High uniform but something was different. "You're wearing a skirt."

"Huh? Oh, heh, yeah!"

"You never wear a skirt."

"Jeez! Can't a girl flaunt her stuff without being questioned? Men these days."

"Eh?! I'm just saying! Fine! I don't give a shit!"

"Pfft-! I'm messing! I'm wearing a skirt because it was the only thing I had left, it doesn't look bad on me, right?"

"... It doesn't look horrible."

"... That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Huh?! I've said nicer things! I'm a nice person!" He really didn't appreciate her laughter after that.

"You? Nice? Ha! Wow, that's the funniest thing you've said in a long time. Now, c'mon!"

"Are you mocking me?! I'll show you I can be nice!"

"Okay... Let's go!" As she went to walk off, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. "Huh?"

"You..." He swallowed his saliva and pride, "... You look great..." He shuffled awkwardly as she stared at him.

"... Thank you, Katsuki... That means a lot."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll show you I can be a nice fucking person."

He smiled a bit to himself, just looking at the path. "What are you smiling at? You see a bug getting it on and congratulating him like a pervert?" Think of the devil. He turned to face her, just admiring her. "... You okay there, buddy?"

"Yeah... You've just been on my mind today."

She grinned, "wow, you really are head over heels for me, huh?"

"Yeah, guess I am."

"I like you, [Name]. I think anyways."

"Damn... Count yourself lucky, Katsuki, I like you too. I know anyways, lemme know when you're head over heels for me though, yeah? I'll be waiting for you. Just don't say I'll be giving you cooties, okay?" 

"... Shut up."

[special-wolf]

Adrenaline || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

The third round of the Sports Festival, Bakugou's hands flexed as he grinned at his opponent. He didn't really recognise her, but apparently she was in his class.

[Surname] [Name] stood across from him, her eyes focusing on his posture as her mind whirled with a strategy. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the cocky stance Bakugou had; she shifted her own weight onto her other foot as she glanced at his palms.

His sweat glistened in a mocking manner, and his posture was relaxed. He didn't know her quirk, and he didn't feel like he had to. From how little she's performed throughout both events, Bakugou didn't feel the need to be threatened.

So when Present Mic announced the start of the battle, Bakugou sure didn't expect the speed from his opponent. Her small figure compared to his was agile, fast and elegant. The battle seemed more of a dance, but Bakugou seemed to be very put off by it.

His sweat built up more and [Name] immediately noticed that. 'This is my chance. Just a little bit of his sweat and I'll be set.' Her legs moved as quickly as they could, her body lowering to avoid the grab Bakugou tried to do, and her face got dangerously close to his palm. 'Come on, before he sparks!' But the heat from his hand screamed danger, and so she backed off before the flames grew. She stumbled every so slightly as she backed off, Bakugou taking that opportunity for his advantage to win and threw himself forwards with a sparking palm.

He just grazed past her face as she dodged the attack, her eyes focusing on his face as he growled. He fixed his posture by standing up properly in a way to intimidate her with his palms by his sides. He lifted a hand, wiping the unwanted sweat from his forehead as his tongue glided across his bottom lip to moisturise away the risk of cracking.

'Saliva. That could work. It wouldn't be as good as his sweat though.' With his face covered for a split second too long, the ash blond's reflexes weren't fast enough to realise how close she was. Not until her lips landed on his. His arms reeled back, his eyes widening as he felt her tongue over his lip like he had just done. The pure panic spread across him as a pink pigment spread over his cheeks.

"[Surname]-Chan uses a Midnight tactic and stuns Bakugou-Kun! Who would've thought this battle would end up being a lover's quarrel?!"

"You idiot. Her quirk needs fluid. She realised she couldn't get his sweat without risk, so she took another tactic."

"Good announcing, Eraser Head!"

Bakugou couldn't feel his body, but he wasn't sure if it was from her quirk or his embarrassment. His body lurched to the side, his jaw being the main movement as his arms flew forwards. Sparks flew from his palms in time to keep him from going over the edge and losing, but he couldn't think straight from his heart pounding and the sickness settling in. Did she give him a disease?

"How come he's going easy on that kid but not the one in the first round?"

"Is he really going to let her win so easy?"

"It looked like he was going to leave the arena himself!"

His lips curled up in a sneer as his head very slightly turned over his shoulder towards [Name]. "I'll kill you." His palms smoked from the pure adrenaline flowing though his body that allowed him to send one of the largest explosions he's ever been able to. From going from the Howitzer Impact to a full-scale attack in a few seconds, [Name] had no way to prepare and her body flung across the whole stadium with nothing to break her fall. Her body slumped onto the floor as the crowd cheered for Bakugou.

She could feel herself be picked up and placed onto a mobile infirmary bed as her eyes hesitantly opened. Rather than leaving as she got taken away, she noticed Bakugou standing in the middle of the cemented battleground. His eyes weren't as harsh as they were before because in those pools of vermilion... There was a hint of remorse.

-

A few days later, when she was fully healed from all of the burns, [Name] was finally back in class in her regular seat. Bakugou's vermilion eyes scanned the room, falling onto [Name]'s figure and instantly looking away as she glanced up at him. He put his feet on the desk as he kept his gaze outside the room, his face flushed a pretty pink as he replayed the intimate moment that [Name] had initiated in the Sports Festival.

[Name]'s lips curled into a small frown as she noticed the distant but clingy behaviour Bakugou had so clearly revealed. Did she go too far in the battle? Maybe she had taken his first kiss and he felt like she should die for it? It was probably something special for him. "What's with the long face, [Name]?" Uraraka's soft voice took [Name]'s gaze off of Bakugou, making the ash blond turn his head to see what was going on. "Did Bakugou do something again? I may not have won against him in the festival, but I can kick his ass for you!"

The soft laugh elicited from her made Bakugou's heart flutter more, his palm going towards his shirt as his palms sweat. "I'm fi-."

"Shit!" Bakugou's loud yell with an explosion caused everyone to look over. The ash blond glared at the fabric in his hands that had soot all over it, the friction between his shirt and sweat had caused a small spark and his quirk had activated. He slowly looked up as he felt everyone's eyes, "stop looking, perverts!" Crossing his blazer over his chest, he stomped out of the roo

m with flushed cheeks as his eyes laid on [Name] once more as he left.

[Name] glanced at Uraraka, the brunette looking back with an equally confused face. "What the hell just happened?"

-

He paused in his steps as he reached his train, why was [Name] was following him. Surely she didn't have the same intern, right? He waited for the doors to open, stepping inside the train and making his way towards a seat where he'd be left alone.

But he wasn't. [Name] sat right next to him. His body tensed, his eyes darting away from where she sat as he kept himself away from her as possible. What if his quirk went off again? He held his palms onto his legs as carefully as he could, sweat building up from being so close to the girl he didn't even know before he got kissed by.

He's honestly so relieved that she hasn't spoken to him and brought attention to them both. And so, the whole ride was silent.

Once he neared his stop, he got up and left quickly with [Name] on his tail. What the fuck is she doing? "Bakugou!" She called to him, his legs moving faster as his veins screamed at him to continue going and so she lost him. She slowed to a stop, "... You left behind your hero costume..."

She sighed, shaking her head and turning back to grab his case before taking both costumes with her to her intern. Best Jeanist hopefully won't be too mad if she's a little late, right?

She zoned in on her footsteps as she walked on her own to the pro's agency, flinching as a few rain droplets began to hit her head. Great. Exactly the weather she wanted. She sighed, quickening her pace as the rain quickened too. She was too far from the agency to get there dry, and so she arrived as a drowned rat in the pouring rain with an extra case in her hands.

She was quickly rushed into the agency and given towels to warm herself up as she sighed once more. She walked into the main room as she was dry enough to not leave any wet spots behind her, taking both cases with her as she looked up. Her [Eye Colour] irises collided with vermillion. "Why are you-?"

"You forgot your hero costume..." She muttered, holding out the correct numbered case towards the dry male. "... And then it rained on the way here..." She soon turned, leaving the room to go and change into something warmer.

"... Fuck." Bakugou muttered, holding a hand to his head. He didn't even realise he left it.

-

All throughout the internship, Bakugou had avoided [Name] the best he could; the only instances he spoke to her was when Best Jeanist demanded it. And, to be honest, [Name] was getting sick of it. Even now, when they were partnered up for an English assignment, Bakugou was refusing to talk or even look at her.

As adrenaline rushed though his veins, rage just flowed through hers. The pen in her hands soon slammed onto the table of the café they were at, "will you stop ignoring me?! Are you still mad at me for that kiss in the Sports Festival?! I get that maybe it was your first kiss and you're really pissed at me for taking that, but how else was I meant to even have a shot at beating you? You're you! You're one of the top people in the class and you didn't even know my name! I wanted to prove that I belong in 1-A! And you being pissed at me for it isn't helping, there's more than just heroic studies, Bakugou! We need to get this assignment done ASAP!"

As her frustrations flowed from her mouth, Bakugou just stared at her quietly. Gosh. The lighting in the café made her look so fucking pretty. When she had slammed her pen down, it had startled him a bit as he thought she caught him thinking about her somehow. But now? His heart thumped at her frustrations, at her expressing herself like he so wishes he can do himself.

The feeling flowing through his body made him get up, all thoughts erased from his mind as he rose. Without her looking at him, he leaned closer. His hand, which wasn't sweating, gently took a hold of her chin and moved her face to look at him. "What are you-?"

He cut her off. But rather than yelling in her face, or setting off his quirk and blowing off her jaw. His recently moisturised lips met hers, and his rush of adrenaline soon faded with her anger along with it.

[special-wolf]

Happy Birthday || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

The loud bang of her dorm room made her groan and cover her ears with the pillow she was snuggled into. "Get the fuck up!" Katsuki barked, ripping the blanket from her and holding it away. "I didn't get up early for nothing! I better see you in the common room in no less than twenty minutes! Get dressed!"

"It's so early!" She whined, curling up to warm herself. "And cold!"

"Get dressed, then you won't be cold!" The ash blond grabbed the girl's pillow from her, hitting her with it to get her up as she didn't move from her spot.

"I'm getting up! I'm getting up!" She curled up even more to brace herself for Katsuki's pillow attacks, grumbling under her breath as she sat herself up once the continuous hits had ceased. Giving the teen a glare, [Name] stood up and began to push him out of her room. "Go do what you're wanting to. I'll be down in a bit." Satisfied with the response, Katsuki allowed himself to be kicked out of her room and made his way towards the elevator to reach the common area.

Sighing, [Name] grabbed a comfortable outfit for herself and did her best to wake up properly before following Katsuki's steps. As the doors of the elevator opened, Katsuki's yelling could be heard. "Get the fuck outta the kitchen! I got plans!"

"How are you even wake this early?!" Kaminari resorted, "you're always asleep until noon!"

"I told you; I got plans!" Shaking 

her head, a soft smile formed on the girl's face as she walked over to the green sofas the common room held. Sitting herself down, the students that were awake just stared at her.

"... Can I help you?"

Tsuyu was the first to speak, "we're just surprised you're awake so early."

[Name] pouted slightly, "yeah... Katsuki kicked my door in, took my blanket and then hit me with my pillow until I got up."

"He's probably got plans for your birthday," Momo hummed. "He's not usually awake early either now that I think about it." [Name] nodded at her words,

"Yeah... It's nice though." The pout dissipated and formed into a smile, "he's really cute when asleep."

"And I bet he's quiet." Uraraka chuckled, "I don't think there's been a day he's ever been quiet."

"... There has. But he just doesn't like anyone else." With a shrug, [Name] looked towards the kitchen as a frustrated yell came from her boyfriend.

"Where have you fuckers put the damn thing?!"

"... What is he doing in there? It sounds like he's trying to do a ritual." [Name] sweatdropped, turning towards the small group of awake students. "How come you guys are awake?"

"Bakugou." They all muttered in synchronisation, the birthday girl letting out a small 'oh' in response.

"Yeah, he's really wanting this to be the best for you." Uraraka concluded, "I never expected him to be capable of it."

"He's really soft with me on our own." [Name] admitted, completely ignoring the kitchen door slamming open. "It's really reassuring." Her eyes widened slightly as a plate was held in front of her face, her hands reaching up and taking it hesitantly. "Holy shit, I haven't had this in years. I love this." On the plate, it held one of her favourite breakfast types that she's been craving for a while now. She barely mentioned it since it was such a hard recipe.

"Stop gawking at it and eat it!" Katsuki's huff snapped her out of it, picking up the correct utensil and taking a bite. Her eyes lit up, her whole body perking up as her fatigue and tiredness washed away.

"Woah, Bakugou!" Mina laughed, "mind making me some of that?"

"Make your own shit, Raccoon Eyes!" As the two bickered, [Name] fell in love with the dish with every bite she had.

"Jeez, [Name]." Uraraka whispered, "I've never seen you eat so fast, is it that good?" The girl nodded in response, shoving another bite into her mouth with a content sigh. "You're making me want it." The brunette let out a snicker as [Name] kept her plate far away, letting her eat in peace.

"And if you even think I'd make something for you-!" The rambling Katsuki instantly shut up as [Name] threw herself at him for a hug. He let out a small huff, resting his hand on her head as he ruffled her hair as his arm wrapped around her. He shot a glare towards the girls that were cooing, tightening his hold on his girl as he sneered. "Tch." He scoffed as he let [Name] go, holding his tongue from calling her an idiot on her special day.

Once she let him go, he took her plate and went back into the kitchen to put it in the sink. As he left, [Name] looked at the girls with a smile. "Today is gonna be a good day."

Mina grinned, "it's gonna be even better once you realise he made sure Mineta isn't going to bother you today, huh?"

"... Today is an amazing day." A small yelp escaped from her as Katsuki's hand latched around her wrist and pulled her away. Once in the elevator, his grip loosened and her wrist was free. "Where are we going?"

"To get one of your presents." He muttered, stepping out as the doors opened on the correct floor. "It's not much, but I'm sure you'll love it." He didn't speak from his ego, his eyes spoke the truth that he believed it was a good present. Opening his dorm room door, Katsuki stepped in first as [Name] followed. "Take off your hoodie."

"Woah... Katsuki... I don't want to-."

"We're not going to!" He spat, his cheeks flushing as he quickly walked to his wardrobe. "That's not what I meant!" He huffed, looking through the clothes he had and pulled out the correct one. He turned on his heel and held out her present.

"... Katsuki, this is your favourite hoodie."

"I-I know that!" He didn't meet her eyes, "... But you've always loved it... And you look better in it than I do." His soft tone caught her by surprise... He really meant it. "So I want you to have it. I'll take it whenever you need me to wash it to make sure it'll smell like me or some shit because I know you like that too..."

"But..."

"Take it! It's yours!" He shoved it towards her, the girl holding onto it and pressing her nose to the fabric. The sweet scent of her boyfriend made her smile, her hands grabbing the hoodie she threw on and taking it off. Once she had it off, she put on her newest hoodie and just relaxed into it. Katsuki's eyes very slowly trailed towards her figure, his cheeks flushing as he saw her stood there in his hoodie. He adored her in it. Taking a step towards her, his arms reached out and wrapped around her. Any tension he had eventually disappeared in her embrace, his nose nuzzled into her head as he sighed softly.

"Thank you."

"We're not done yet, but you'll have to wait till later. So, go and get the shit from the extras. I'll get you when it's time." He pressed his lips against her head as he let her go, her cheeks warming up as she smiled from the affection.

"I'll see you later then."

-

After getting the presents from her classmates, [Name] waited for her boyfriend to come and pick her up for whatever he was planning. Speak of the devil and he shall come. The familiar stomps of Katsuki caught her attention, her focus solely on him as he stood in front of her. "You ready?" He hummed, looking her up and down to see she was still wearing the hoodie he had given her.

"Yeah, lead the way." She soon slipped her hand into his, walking by his side as he led her out of the dorm altogether. She slightly huddled into him, the cold, night air nipping at her legs as Katsuki's hoodie protected her torso and arms.

She looked around as she tried to figure out where he was leading her, her memory failing to remind her as she just awkwardly looked around. Eventually, the tall buildings of Ground Beta was something she could recognise. "You're gonna have to hold onto me for this." He warned, stopping in front of the tallest building in the area. He glanced at her, watching as she stared back. "... As much as I love holding your hand, it's not going to keep you safe." He muttered slyly, watching as her calm demeanour turned flustered. His lips curled up slightly as he let go of her hand and forced her to hold onto him. "Make sure not to let go until I say, alright?" With an affirmed nod, Katsuki's palms moved behind and pointed below him as they heated up.

Soon friction began to spark as his sweat reacted, his quirk activating and the pressure lifting him and [Name] into the air. With another explosion, the two landed safely on the roof of the building. As he lowered [Name], her feet hitting the ground softly, he left a soft kiss on her head once again.

"You can let go now." He hummed, waiting for his freedom before moving towards the edge of the building. He sat down by it, the outside of the roof keeping him safe from falling off, and he gestured for his girlfriend to make her way over. "Cmon, it'll be worth it." He pat his lap, watching her shuffle her way over and pulled her onto his lap. As her back hit his chest, his chin rested on the top of her head as his eyes focused on the sky. "Look at the sky, I remember you saying something about wanting to just watch the stars."

Her eyes looked up, the beautiful colours of the sky engraved into her mind. The dark blue of the sky had slightly melted into a black near the bottom of the horizon, the stars shining brightly and twinkling softly as if they were blinking, the moon softly glowing in it's crescent shape due to the time of the year. The soft hues laid upon the couple, lighting up both of their faces as the two enjoyed the other's company.

Slowly, Katsuki's face trailed down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. "Happy birthday, [Name]." He whispered into her ear, kissing the skin behind her ear delicately as he nuzzled her. As she faced him, his hand caressed her cheek as he kept his focus on her with the softest look he could manage. He leaned forwards, pressing his lips against the tip of her nose before lowering and pressing them against her own lips. The short but innocent kiss ended and [Name] smiled at him brightly.

"Thank you, Kat. This has been one of the best birthdays."

"Next year will add onto it. I'll make sure."

[special-wolf]

omega bakugou

katiesstufs-deactivated20210801 asked:

|| ..You have given me a terribly unhealthy addiction to Omega Baku but I am not complaining! Anyway I was wondering if you could write omega baku x alpha fem reader where the reader has never been in his nest before but Baku wants to go shopping for new blankets but some other alphas and betas try to scent him so his alpha saves him and they go homes and it's just super long comfort bc he felt used by the other betas/alphas. ANYWAY this was longer than I intended but here you go! || 

Of course I can ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who can resist omega Bakugou after all? His alpha sure can't ( ° ʖ °)

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

"Oi, shitty alpha." The gruff tone of her omega made her look over instantly, used to the insult hurled at her as it was his twisted way of showing his affection.

"Yeah, what's up, Katsuki? Need something?"

"You forgetting our plans?" He huffed, but his body language expressed himself differently. His crossed arms were more relaxed, and his gaze was constantly averted away from her and to the side which was obviously strange. No matter what, Bakugou kept eye contact with everyone unless he was being scolded. "Tch, should've known." Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at his attitude, getting up from her spot on the common room sofa and made her way towards him as he began to walk off.

"What plan, Katsuki?" She walked besides him as he kept walking away from the group, "nothing came up on my calendar, are you sure you actually mentioned it to me?"

"... No." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets with a pout. "I wanted you to just trust me and follow me."

She let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arm around his own and pulling his hand out of his pocket. She gently grabbed his hand, rubbing his skin soothingly with her thumb as she smiled at him. "Y'know, if you wanted to do something with me, and you didn't want the rest to know, you could've just texted me."

"Shut up!" He barked, angrily holding her hand back as he stomped to his dorm room. The soft laughter of his alpha made him calm slightly.

"What do you wanna do?" His rage dissipated completely as he glanced at her, "is it to do with your nest? Is what why you're taking me to your room?"

"Sorta...? I need new stuff is all, and I need to grab some shit before heading out with you."

"Oh? So you don't need me to scent stuff yet?"

"You will have to later, my nest is fucking empty." He complained, her eyebrow raising at his choice of words.

"Didn't you make me scent stuff just a couple days ago?"

"... Yeah, but I need more. Stop asking so many questions! Just trust me! Shitty alpha." He growled, his pout back on his face as he let go of his alpha's hand. His own hand twitched slightly at the lack of warmth, but he resisted the temptation of his whiney omega instincts to go into his room, shielding his alpha's view of his large nest as he closed the door behind him. His inner omega has been playing up a lot, constantly begging and pleading for him to give in and just stay with his alpha. It was honestly starting to piss him off. What was he missing? He's gotten everything he could've needed to soothe his omega self. But nothing worked? He let his eyes adjust to the darkness as he leaned against the door before grabbing a few essential things from his beside cabinet.

The main things he needed was his wallet, his phone and the DIY alpha repellent that his own alpha made for him. The scent from the spray bottle hit his nose, making his whole body relax as he hesitantly sprayed his wrist with her scent. His alpha sacrificed some of her sweet scent into the small, pocket-sized spray bottle just for him. He hated that he had to demand for her to scent him every time he left the school, hating standing there as she rubs against him with her scent glands. So, she made him his own scent sprayer.

He stared at the bottle before putting it into his jean pocket with his phone and wallet; he turned on his heels and left his room again to see his alpha waiting nearby with her back against the wall. "C'mon, I'm ready."

"You have an idea on where you wanna go?"

"You think I wouldn't? Of course I do." He scoffed, taking her hand and walking with her to the common room of the dormitory to ignore the class. He swapped his shoes, as did his alpha, and the two set off to the shop Bakugou had his mind set on. "You go look for something you like, got it? This isn't just for me." He grumbled, letting go of his alpha's hand and looking around instantly. "Shoo, shoo."

"Okay, damn..." [Name] murmured, walking around the store to find something she liked.

Bakugou let out a soft sigh in relief, awkwardly looking around to figure out where to check first. He'd never been in this shop before, but he remembered hearing his alpha talk about it and how it was one of her favourites because of the things inside... But, he didn't want her to know that, so he now needed to find something to pretend he wanted in the first place. He walked around aimlessly, trying to find something that'll catch his eye and remind him of the alpha he cared so much for.

"Hey," He completely ignored the voice. It probably wasn't for him anyways, so he kept his eyes on the shelving in front of him as he tried to decide which one of the blankets would look good in his nest or look warm enough for his reluctant snuggle sessions with his alpha. "Oi." He narrowed his eyes slightly, getting a little irritated at the tone of the alpha around him but kept his cool. "Fucking omega-!" His eyes widened as his wrist was gripped, his head snapping towards the culprit as he growled lowly.

"Don't touch me." He sneered, doing his best to pull his arm back. Every one of his nerves was screaming at him to run, to whimper and go cry to his alpha but he refused. He didn't want to be that type of omega. But the grip of this alpha made his strength little to nothing compared. "Get the fuck off of me." He spat, pulling his arm again but the alpha refused to let go.

"You need to learn your fucking place, omega. You think you can talk to an alpha like that?" Another growl resonated from Bakugou, his rage building up as he glared intently at the alpha holding his wrist. The wrist being held hostage was the one he sprayed a bit of his alpha's scent on, the wind blowing it towards his nose as his muscles began to relax without his control. He grit his teeth, watching the alpha in front of him obviously pick up the scent.

"Get lost." He attempted again.

"Nah, I don't think I will. You obviously need a better alpha if yours can't even scent you properly. Now, you'll be a good little omega and let me do this, yeah?"

"Do what-?" He tensed as the alpha neared him at an alarming rate, the scent glands on his neck exposing his distressed state at the alpha keeping him in place got closer.

The rotting and sour scent filled up the shop, but the one most sensitive to it was his alpha. Her head tilted back as she sniffed the air, her eyes darting around the shop to figure out where her upset omega was. Her eyes narrowed as she did her best to follow the scent, her ears alert in case Bakugou yells out again.

"Don't you dare!"

To the right. She sped up her pace, trying not to run in the store and get kicked out before she can save her omega. The basket on her arm dropped as she saw the situation Bakugou was in. The usually strong omega was pinned against the shelving of the blankets he was looking at awkwardly, his scented wrist kept as far from him as the alpha rubbing against him was repulsed by it.

A growl echoed in the wind, but it wasn't from the trapped omega this time. "[Name]?" The sound of her voice made her eyes soften, her attention on him as she frowned at the uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"So... This is the alpha, huh?" [Name]'s eyes narrowed at the cocky alpha against her omega.

"Let go of him."

"Or what? I'm sure he likes the fact that a better alpha is looking after him. The poor thing was barely scented."

"Because he hates it." [Name] took a few steps forwards, "and I hate you're putting him through that."

"He'll learn-."

"[Name]..." Bakugou's soft whine made her sigh.

"I know, hun. You'll be okay." The soft smile towards him calmed his nerves, but the swing of his fist caught him by surprise. His alpha wasn't one for much violence, often blabbering about how there's enough violence in the world.

His body relaxed at the gentle touch of her, his posture straightening as she brought him behind her. He watched her bring up her dominant foot and throw it into the side of the alpha's face who was already on the floor. He glanced at his own hands, flexing them slightly as he lost himself in his thoughts. Usually, he wouldn't be in that type of situation; he's never been so vulnerable before. Was this what he was missing? The attention of his alpha?

"Katsuki?" His vermilion irises glanced up at his alpha, but he didn't dare speak. He just gently rested his head against her as she pulled him close, letting himself willingly calm at the feeling of her warm embrace of both her arms and her scent. She could feel him shaking, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was his rage or pure fear at this point. "C'mon... Do you wanna go straight back? We can get things for your nest another day, yeah?"

He clung to her for a little while before hesitantly (and shakily) letting her clothing go. The whole trip he didn't speak, his thoughts getting into every corner of his mind and suffocating him. He just didn't understand.

The sound of the familiar elevator made him glance up, realising he was already on his floor. He stood at his door, glancing at [Name] every so often before opening his door wide. "I..." He whispered, "nest..." He muttered, pulling his alpha into his room with him and closing the door behind so she couldn't leave so easily.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... Just, don't move anything on purpose, okay?"

"Of course." She rubbed the back of his hand, letting him lead her into the perfect position that he wanted her to sit in. The corner of his room held the best part of his nest, the place where he could sit and read the romance mangas that he'd die than ever admit to anyone else they're his. He forced her to sit down first, making sure she was comfortable before lowering himself down so he was on her lap and cuddling her like a koala.

He let out a low whimper, nuzzling into her neck as he frowned to himself. He knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he just couldn't. His omega self was adoring this; it was no wonder; the fact she was in his nest made him relax.

"Your nest is so pretty..."

"I wanted it to be perfect before letting you in..." He admitted, "so I was getting you to get things you'd like to add here... So that... You'd feel more at home here like I do."

"Katsuki," she smiled softly to him as she brushed his hair out of his face. "I feel at home with you, okay? This is your nest, you don't have to go out of your way for me." He nodded slowly at that, "but... Thank you... For letting me be here to comfort you."

He hummed, pressing his face back into her neck as he took in her scent happily. He felt content. Both him and his omega instincts were happy with the decision of letting her into his nest. Her arms snaked around him, one resting just on his tailbone as the other played with the strands of hair on the back of his head. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Bakugou letting his heart calm from the scare in the store. "... Scent me."

She smiled at his cute demand, nuzzling her nose into his cheek before lifting his head and rubbing the scent glands in her neck against his showing skin. She kept her hand in his hair, continuing to stroke and play with the strands as she let him take in the scent he so dearly adored.

He wasn't quite sure how long it was when she finally stopped scenting him, and he honestly wanted it to last longer, but he was fine with the amount of her in his nest. He was incredibly lucky to have her; he knew that; however, he couldn't get over the fact he was too stubborn to let this happen earlier.

"Let me know if you need anything to be scented here, okay?"

"... Scent me again." He grumbled, hiding his heating cheeks into the crook of her neck as she chuckled at his antics.

"Of course." He closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the constant contact of her skin on his as fatigue finally washed over him.

"... Stay... With me tonight." He pleaded, his hand crumpling some of her clothes as he kept his eyes closed. The lack of response worried him for a second, but feeling her arms around him tighter gave him the answer he wanted. She wasn't going anywhere tonight, whether he liked it or not.

[special-wolf]

Tail Wags || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

{Halloween AU}

The door hinges creaking from the classroom door opening made his ear twitch, the irritable ash blond turning his head to the door to see who walked in. He didn't usually care, but his favourite person wasn't here yet.

His ears perked up slightly as his eyes did the same once they locked onto the form of his favourite person. "Hey, Bakugou!" He gave a nod,

"Hey, [Surname]." He mumbled, trying to seem like he didn't care but the sweeping of the desk behind him caught his attention. His damn tail was moving. He tried his best to stop it, not wanting dust from Deku's disgusting desk on his groomed fur.

​​​​​​He glanced up as he heard the small coo from [Name], his ears slowly flattening against his head as he tried to hide his tail's movements. "How cute..." His ear flicked, a tick mark making it's way to his forehead but he didn't get a chance to yell. "... Can... Can I pet your tail...?"

"... Eh...?" He blinked once, twice, thrice. "Huh?" He soon snapped out of it as her hand reached for his tail, his hand instantly made contact with her own which caused a slapping sound. "Don't touch it!" He barked, pulling his tail away and out from the hole in the chair. He sat on his chest sideways, his right facing Deku and his front facing the classroom door.

"What about your ears...?"

They flicked at the mention, causing him to put his hands over them as his tail began to wag again. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Stop prying, dammit! Do you know what consent is?!"

"Yeah... That's why I asked you..."

"Well... Don't!" He huffed, letting go of his ears as his tail kept moving. "This damned thing!" He snarled, trying to stop his tail from outing his feeling. "Having a mind of its own! It's fucking annoying!" He used to have a good handle on keeping his emotions in check, but recently his canine instincts were overpowering his own sense of self; especially around his favourite person, [Name].

"Okay... I'll... Leave you to it."

His heart dropped, his head snapping towards the footsteps that were leaving as a small whimper lept from his throat. "... Don't... Leave me..." [Name] looked back, [Eye Colour] clashing with vermilion that were full of so much emotion nobody would've thought Bakugou could have.

Bakugou watched his favourite person step closer to him, his eyes following the change of height. "I'm not leaving you fully, Bakugou." He relaxed. "But I have to go to my seat before Aizawa-Sensei gets here." He watched the hand that lifted, his ears slowly flattening as he could feel the body heat over them. Finally, his eyes closed as he felt the soft skin against his fuzzy, well-kept ears.

He leaned into the hand, melting at the small scratches behind his ear as his tail wagged freely. He could get used to this, he loved it. But, it ended too soon and a low growl crawled from his throat. "I didn't tell you to stop..." His eyes slowly opened and he saw some of the class' reactions. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"

And the soft laugh from [Name] started up his tail again.

​​​​​-

The moment Aizawa dismissed the class, Bakugou and his dog-like self swiftly made his way towards his favourite person. He stopped at the correct desk, his eyes staring at the wood as he waited patiently. "Uh... Bakugou?"

"Hm?" He looked at [Name], disregarding his tail swiping against the desk behind him as it swayed cheerfully at the mention of his name.

​​​​​​"... Is there something you need?"

"Lunch." He blinked, waiting for a response.

"... Then go...?"

"Not without you." He huffed, his ears pressed against his head as he looked away. "Don't think you're special or anything. I just want to get away from the losers."

"Uh-huh... So... Why'd the big, bad Bakugou Katsuki choose me to help get away from the 'losers'?"

The desk scratching continued, but at a louder and faster rate as his tail picked up speed. "... Shut up. I just wanted to." He didn't meet [Name]'s eyes, swallowing the nerves building up in his throat as he shifted to his other foot. "Hurry up, i want food."

"You can go without me."

His tail stopped instantly, his ears against his head more but in an upset way. "... No..."

"Okay..." The suspicious tone made him look over his shoulder, just watching as equipment was placed into the bag. "Let's go then."

"Good." He tried his best to sound disinterested, but his damn tail was giving him away again. The moment [Name] went for the bag, Bakugou was quicker and threw the strap over his shoulder and walked out.

"H-hey!" He heard footsteps following him, making his lips curl enough to show his sharp canines and gums. But it dropped. Why'd he do that? Whenever anyone asked him to hold their bag for just a second, he'd tell them to hold it themselves. So why'd he...? "Why'd you take my bag?"

"Because I... Need to get some calories burnt since you made me wait so long!"

"But you're walking too?"

"They would've burnt quicker if I didn't have to wait!"

"I didn't tell you to wait!"

"Well, you didn't tell me to not wait!"

"... What?!" The two bickered all the way to the cafeteria, Bakugou's tail hitting students left and right as it went insane with speed. "Okay, let me get this straight." [Name] began as the two calmed down, both standing in the lunch line. "... You're mad at me for not telling you to fuck off?"

"... Yes."

"... How does that make sense?"

"... It just does!" He scoffed, his ears back as he refused to make eye contact. The irritated pup huffed, moving along the line as students were given their food. Once Bakugou and [Name] got their meals, the two made their way towards a table. They sat next to each other, Bakugou constantly looking over at [Name]'s hand with a longing look.

God, he could kill for a belly rub right now.

Wait.

He let out a growl, shaking his head at himself. He's heard of werewolves say their mates had given them belly rubs before, it had been all he heard from his mother, from everyone in those stupid werewolf groups for toddlers he was always forced to go to. He'd never wanted one before, he didn't see the point. So why was he wanting one now? "Bakugou?"

"... I want a belly rub." He muttered, "... I don't know why."

The small exhale from [Name]'s nose made him recoil, was that a no? Was that a laugh? "Okay." His ear twitched, did he... Hear that right? "Tonight, yeah? I'm sure you don't want people to see you puppified here, huh?"

"... I don't act like a damn puppy, you mutt."

"You can't use that on me, Bakugou."

"... Katsuki." He slowly looked at his favourite person.

"Hm? Are you sure? Isn't that super intimate?"

"Shut up," he snarled, "I do what I want, so I'll tell you what to call me if I so damn please."

"Jeez, fine, calm down, Katsuki."

He almost fell out of the booth from how aggressive his tail was wagging.

-

He made his way to his dorm angrily, wanting to get away from the teasing BakuSquad whilst he could. "Katsuki." He paused, turning to the direction of the voice and his anger slowly started to leave as he saw his favourite person. "Is everything alright?" [Name] moved towards him, a hand reached out for his ears but he moved away. "Oh, damn... You must be really pissed, huh? What happened?"

"Nothing." He grumbled, "they're just all being mutts in there, leave me alone."

"... Okay... Just come to my room when you've calmed down, okay?"

His tail shifted slightly, but he nodded. "Okay." He listened to the leaving footsteps before he followed behind, his heart longing for comfort rather than being alone. He walked into the dorm quickly, making himself home on the bed as he watched [Name].

"... Are you still wanting that belly rub?" His tail wagged a couple times from the suggestion before he laid on his side, his stomach vulnerable towards the wall. [Name] sat next to him, a hand over his hip to his stomach. His body relaxed, his eyes slowly closing as he felt the calming circular motion on his stomach. It wasn't too hard, nor too soft for him. He can see why so many werewolves spoke about it.

His tail brushed against [Name]'s thigh a lot as it wagged, the teen curling up around his favourite person's hand as a small smile began to form. His breathing changed slightly, forcing him to open his mouth and his pants were heard. He was practically like one of the domesticated dogs he hated so much. He wriggled slightly, now on his back as [Name] rubbed his stomach with another hand to add to the pure joy Bakugou was feeling.

Boy, he really loved his mate.

[special-wolf]

Birthday Treat || Bakugou Katsuki

Anon asked:

Can you do a omega Bakugou x alpha fem reader where her birthday is coming up my birthday is on February 12

Of course I can! Happy birthday by the way! (when i wrote this lmao) I was very tempted to make it into a smut but I left it at fluff, I hope this is what you were wanting.

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

Being an omega sucked, Bakugou immediately realised this as he struggled getting anything for his alpha. His inner omega begged and whined for everything he got for his alpha to be put in his nest and he just couldn't resist the urge. How could he? All of the presents he had in plan reminded him of his alpha, and he wanted everything that reminded him of his alpha in his nest.

It became a problem when it hit the seventh present to be put into his nest rather than wrapping paper. Honestly, he just wanted to cry into his nest at this point. He sighed at all of the new things in his nest, an irritated pout on his lips as he stared at it all. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as his nostrils flared. "Stupid fucking-." He grumbled, kicking at his nest and watching a few of his blankets flutter from the disturbance. What was he meant to do now? His alpha's birthday was coming up extremely soon, and he had nothing to give because his inner omega was being shitty and whiney.

And he couldn't get another damn present because he knew he'd end up keeping it again. So now his nest smelt foreign, his scent was flaring and his anger was rising. He threw himself onto the floor in a fit of rage, his ass hitting the wooden floor as he glared at his feet with his elbows on his knees. He growled under his breath, running his hands through his blond locks with a huff. He had no idea what to do. He was at a loss.

He stayed in a sulk for at least a few hours, his mind whirling with suggestions of what to do. He wanted to give his alpha everything he got, but he didn't want to deal with the longing feeling of missing something. He glanced around his nest, grabbing one of the multiple gifts and stood up. He needed to rid of the foreign smell, it was driving him insane. He made his way out his dorm, stomping his way towards the elevator and stomping into the common room once he was down.

He ignored the looks of his classmates, his eyes scanning for one person in particular. "Shitty alpha!" His alpha turned towards him, an eyebrow raising at his irritated state.

"Katsuki, are you o-?"

"Scent this shit." [Name] blinked as a top with her favourite band was shoved towards her face.

"I didn't know you listened to this." She hummed, gently rubbing her scent glands against the clothing enough for her omega to be satisfied and handed the shirt back. She watched him stomp back to his room without another word, "Huh..." She murmured, going back to her conversation with the girls before another thing was shoved towards her face.

"And this."

"Okay..." She didn't even take any notice of what she was scenting at this point, handing back whatever was given to her after scenting it as her conversation continued. After the fourth or fifth time, the girls began to question what was up. "Oh, he's probably just sorting out his nest for the month. He does this a lot."

"Have you seen his nest?"

"No, not yet." She shrugged, "he'll let me see it when he's ready, I'm just glad he takes such pride in it is all."

"Scent this too. And these."

"How much new stuff did you get?"

"Just scent the damn things!" With a low sigh, [Name] kept her scent on everything Bakugou had given her.

"Anyways..." She continued, "as I was saying... Katsuki takes a lot of pride of his nest, so he's often demanding for me to scent things. Usually it's old blankets that he doesn't use, but I guess he's found new things."

Tsuyu nodded her head, "maybe it's for your birthday."

"Huh?" [Name] rose an eyebrow, "why would his nest got to do with my birthday?"

"Well," Tsuyu croaked. "You mentioned you didn't know he listened to a band, right? And by the looks of the shirt, it was one of those bands you've gotten into recently. Bakugou doesn't seem like the type to keep things he doesn't relate to."

"Well, nests are what makes omegas feel safe right? So maybe it's just the reminder of me, he wouldn't get me to scent it if it wasn't for him."

"I guess... You do know him better than me, but it just seems too coincidental."

"Well..." [Name] mused softly, "it would be nice to see his nest... I want to see why he takes so much pride in making it perfect, y'know?"

"I'm sure he'll show you soon."

-

Eventually the time rolled around to [Name]'s birthday but her omega was nowhere to be seen. Getting a ton of "happy birthday!"s, she didn't really get the time to look for her omega before she heard him bark out orders to the other classmates like to "move it, extras!" or "get out of my way, dammit!" since he has "shit to do!". She watched him elbow a lot of the class away from her, an amused smile on her lips as he argued with a few of them on the way.

"Katsuki." He paused mid argument and looked over at her, "you here to wish me a happy birthday?"

"... No... That's dumb." He grumbled, glaring at the class around him for them to get the hint and leave. Luckily, Kirishima (the one who can read Bakugou pretty easily due to his kind alpha nature) got the idea and helped evacuate the whole class by getting Iida riled up. Once Bakugou knew he was alone, he grabbed his alpha's wrist. "... But I have something to show you. It's your birthday after all." Letting her omega take the lead, [Name] walked behind him towards his dorm room with a confused glint in her eyes. "I... The shitty omega part noticed that... I haven't been the best." He murmured, "I get you to scent a lot of stuff at least once every month for my nest, but I've never showed you the finished result."

"You never had to, Katsuki. I know nests are a comfort."

"Yeah, but it was shitty." He resorted, "you've never pried about it, or demanded me to see it. Why do you think I've been making you scent so much?" He didn't even wait for an answer, "... I wanted you to ask. I didn't want to crack first." He huffed, his signature pout on his face as he opened the door to reveal his nest in the corner of the room near his wardrobe. "And then I tried getting you stuff for your birthday, but then I kept adding them to the damn nest." His vermilion eyes strayed towards his alpha's face to see her reaction to his nest, his lips quirking up slightly at the content look in her eyes.

"Is that what you were making me scent the other day?"

"Yeah, they all had that shitty shop smell and it annoyed me." She hummed, admiring the nest from afar. "... I didn't bring you here to just oogle at it!" He snapped, "get your ass in there!"

"Okay, okay." She chuckled softly, getting into the middle of his ritual type nest and waving him over to her. He hesitantly went to sit next to her, but he let out a small yelp as he was pulled onto her lap.

"What's the big idea?!" He huffed, but didn't make an effort to move as his alpha rested her head against his. "You think you can just pull me around like that? I'll kill you! Shitty alpha..."

"You're so cute..." She hummed, the tips of his ears beginning to heat up to a strawberry red. "And your nest..." His shoulders tensed slightly, "it's no wonder why you take so much pride of it. It's really comfortable here." He leaned into her touch, his body relaxing at her scent and words.

"... Good." He muttered, "happy birthday or some shit, shitty alpha. But don't you dare take anything."

... He's not liking that silence once bit. "... Fine."

"Good. It's mine."