#⠀𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟 ♡︎ 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡⠀

[dolimiu]

ATTACHED AT THE HIP !

katsuki bakugo  ×  fmr   𝞋𝞎   synopsis ;   someone as rough around the edges as bakugo makes it hard to believe that there's more to him than just a loud and vulgar mouth. however, whenever you come into the picture, he tends to ease up a bit. ──  ❪   fluff  childhood bsfs pre war arc  0.7k  mutual pining,  cw  none   ❫

soft is not a word anyone would use to describe katsuki bakugo. in fact, if someone tried to call him that, they'd be met with a vulgar insult — one that would likely make them gasp.

he hates nicknames (which is ironic, since he rarely calls anyone by their real name), despises people who get in his way or talk too much, and also those who talk too little. he loathes unwarranted smiles, excessive selflessness, and countless other things. bakugo hates a lot; that's no secret. in fact, he might hate people who pretend to be perfect the most. katsuki bakugo is rough in all aspects. he's extremely athletic and smart, with an abrasive and improvement-hungry personality that is loud and unyielding. he doesn't need anyone in his life to set him apart or help him on his journey to the top.

however, you're different. not in a way that he needs you, but you might be the only person he wants with him. people cock their heads in surprise when they see you two together, wondering how anyone could manage a conversation with bakugo without being screamed at. whispers circulate about the two of you. "they must be dating," denki whispers to mina, who nods quickly in agreement. the yellow-haired teen leans on mina's desk, side-glancing at the unlikely pair. "i mean," he continues, "he gets pissed if i so much as glance at him the wrong way. but look!" his finger points across the room to you, standing in front of bakugo's desk, smiling and chatting during the break. the craziest part might be that bakugo isn't even glaring at you; he's just listening with a straight face — something not even kirishima has experienced.

"i think they're talking about us again," you say, feeling slightly dejected about the not-so-subtle stares from mina and denki. they were wrong, though. you and bakugo aren't dating — just old childhood friends who have grown and gotten stronger together. you watched bakugo pull himself out of his ego and mature, while he watched you solidify your resolve and overcome obstacles.

"eh, let 'em… annoying ass extras," katsuki grumbles, his regular hardened glare returning as he glances at the gossipers. you chuckle at your best friend's response, watching as his eyes soften once they land back on you.

you smile at him. "wanna go grab lunch, katsu?"

katsuki groans quietly as he stands up. "yeah, sure." you follow him out of the classroom, walking down the hallway in silence. you let yourself mull over the whispers of "dating" and your names in the same sentence. on one hand, it was crazy. both of you have your own goals and ambitions, with no time to waste on love. you are strong, driven to grow even more powerful to save others. romance has no place in a hero's life.

and yet… a part of you aches. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in you or just wishful thinking, but being with katsuki makes your face feel hot. the thought of not being there for him as more than a friend stings, your stomach twisting in knots at the idea.

"hey, whatcha thinkin' about?" katsuki's raised eyebrow and intense crimson eyes bore into you. "better not be somethin' stupid again," he says as you line up for food.

you panic slightly; katsuki has a knack for picking your brain better than you'd like. "oh, it's nothing! just thinking about how a lot has happened lately." you gulp, glancing at the menu. "sounds delicious! i can't wait to eat!" you laugh, hoping he won't notice it's fake.

"but it's your least favorite food," katsuki's eyebrows furrow. "you spit it out once in fifth grade and complained the rest of the afternoon about how it 'ruined your day.'" your mouth goes dry, mind blank. "i don't know what you're thinkin', but," he pokes you between the eyebrows, "everything's gonna be fine, 'kay? so don't go thinkin' you're all alone and shit — 'cause i'm always right by ya, idiot." his eyes drift away. "now let's go grab somethin' else. don't wanna hear ya complain later."

butterflies rampage in your stomach. are childhood best friends supposed to make you feel this way? the way katsuki bakugo does as he grabs your wrist and leads you down the hallway? your other childhood friend izuku doesn't, so maybe this is different. maybe the way you feel is different. or maybe, you two were just born to be attached at the hip.

© dolimiu kinda wrote this half awake so sorry if it is straight garbage !!!! but hope u enjoy anonnie, congrats on being my first request >< lots of love 2 u and all the other readers :3

[dolimiu]

YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL STRANGER ──

and he likes whatever you like. well, that's what he decided as soon as you came up to him and started talking. he watches as your eyes sparkle from enjoyment as you continue to ramble about something he's never seriously thought about for more than two seconds before this moment. yet, he keeps nodding in agreement — urging on that pretty smile of yours to keep talking. he's not really interested in the topic at hand but will lend his ears anyway since you look so happy and so beautiful. he thinks to himself that he must be the luckiest guy on earth because you decided to talk to him out of everyone around.

"so what do you think about it?" you question him.

"uhh.." he better think of something quick because he was only daydreaming about how to ask for your name and number.

ATSUMU oikawa HINATA bokuto nishinoya kageyama IZUKU DENKI sero HAWKS + your faves ϑϱ

© dolimiu in my several years of writing i've never done a format like this so tell me if u guys like it !!! i came up with this while testing out some new pens in my notebook ><

[dolimiu]

NIGHT LIGHT.

izuku midoriya  ×  fmr   𝞋𝞎   synopsis ;   after being convinced by his classmates to come back to UA, izuku still can't be sure if this is where he belongs.  ──  ❪   hurt ╱ comfort  0.9k  est relationship,  cw  anxiety & panic attacks   ❫

the night breeze slipped through the cracked balcony door, a cool contrast to the warm interior. with the lights out, most people in the dorms slept as peacefully as they could in these troubled times. not long ago, everything had been in shambles, forcing everyone to seek refuge behind UA's large metal walls.

everyone was on edge, their faith in the system shattered from just a year ago. izuku bore the brunt of their distrust. how could they let the very target inside the stronghold itself? despite uraraka's speech changing many hearts, citizens were not the same. a hero nor a hero-in-training could earn their trust blindly. they let him stay for now, but if he became "too dangerous," he would be abandoned. it was as simple as that; izuku was a danger.

izuku tossed and turned, his messy hair splaying across the pillow with each movement. when his classmates tracked him down and forced brought him back to UA, he fell asleep as soon as he finished washing up, not even making it to his own bed. but now, his eyes wouldn’t let him rest. he groaned, flipping his pillow again and rearranging himself again. he shouldn’t — he really shouldn’t bother you. you’d done more than enough for him.

yet, his breath quickened, his mind racing, eyes refusing to close despite the heaviness pulling at them. maybe it wouldn’t hurt? you mentioned staying up late these days. maybe you were still awake? then he wouldn’t be a bother. izuku clenched his eyes shut, feeling his body spiral deeper; it was terrifying.

he’d fought villains day after day, each tougher than the last. but here he was, a victim of his own mind. what if all for one attacked right now? what if innocents got hurt? what if his mother died in the backlash, along with his classmates? with you?

that was the breaking point. his feet carried him through the dorm hallways. he couldn’t stop this feeling on his own. his heart ached more by the second. what was he supposed to do? what would all for one’s next move be? how should he progress his training with one for all? could he even manage without sleep? his mind raced too fast to register that he stood in front of your room.

his hand hovered over the dark wooden door, his stomach in knots as he debated changing his mind. should he go back to bed? why did he come here at 4am? of course, you were sleeping. he shouldn’t interrupt you. izuku frowned, stumbling backward. he shouldn’t be selfish; this was the path he chose.

the door creaked open, making the freckled teen’s eyes widen in surprise. you froze, a light gasp escaping your lips. "goodness, izu, you scared me," you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

"i’m sorry — i just came 'cause i, um…" he stammered, words slipping from his mouth. the knot in his stomach slowly dissolved at the sight of you, your presence a comfort no one else could provide.

you sighed gently. "can't sleep again?"

izuku nodded quickly, a guilty frown tugging at his lips. "i'm sorry, i shouldn’t have come. my feet just carried me here, and i thought maybe there was a chance you were still awake… but i see now that was stupid. obviously, you were sleeping at 4am. i mean, who’s awake at this hour — "

"izu, come lay down," you cut him off, your voice as gentle as your smile, opening the door wider. "besides, i was already awake. you didn't disturb me. i had to go to the bathroom. and i’d be upset if you didn’t come to me on nights like this. i want to be there for you, 'zuku."

like a breath of fresh air, his body relaxed. trudging into your room, he felt its warmth. everything around him reminded him of you, from the photos of the two of you to the trinkets on your shelves. unlike his room, yours wasn’t dark but softly lit by a night light. collapsing on your bed, he breathed in your scent.

still standing by the doorway, you looked at your tired boyfriend with concern. "i'll be right back, m'kay?"

"okay…" izuku replied, his eyebrows creasing as he thought about you leaving, fearing the feeling might return. lying back on your pillow, he shifted to his side, eyes wandering around your room. breathe in and out. he just had to wait until you returned, not letting those intrusive thoughts creep in again.

crickets chirped outside, filling the void of the silent night. the setting of your room and the sounds of summer made him feel different than in his own.

"izu? i'm back," you whispered, opening the door. his head shot up at the sight of you in your pjs, looking slightly more awake. you slipped into bed beside him, cupping his cheek. "i don’t know what’s bothering you, but i’m here. you’re not the only hero in the world." izuku melted into your touch, nodding as your words eased his mind. "i’m always here, especially for you. so don’t shut yourself out or be too hard on yourself. i know more than anyone how much you care and how beautiful your soul is." your thumb brushed over his scattered freckles.

he watched as his body slowly relaxed, his mind letting go of its worries. "i love you, izuku," you murmured, kissing his head.

"mm, love you too, y/n. you're my everything," he whispered breathlessly. in all the chaos, you were always izuku’s safe place.

© dolimiu was this rly self indulgent ? absolutely. i have no shame in saying that this fic was entirely based on many episodes i've had recently 😭 i love izuku sm, i just wanna hug him.

[dolimiu]

NEEDLE AND STRING.

keiji akaashi × fmr 𝞋𝞎 synopsis ; whenever your life feels to come undone at the seams, akaashi is right there to stitch it back up. ── ❪ comfort timeskip 0.7k est relationship, cw none ❫

the blank ceiling didn't change as you continued to stare at it, not that you expected it to. it just so happened to be the subject of your zoning-out session. stress and exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks, smacking you across the face the last month or two. you slowly felt yourself slip away from reality, everything moving to the backburner of your mind as you were forced to focus on school. the overwhelming and all-consuming dread for tomorrow wasn't an unfamiliar concept.

you felt guilty, the way you let it all infect you. finding yourself drifting away from everything — even the things and people you treasured most. it just became tiring, like everything else. your eyes drooped, yet your head wouldn't rest along with your body. so frustrating. this cycle never seemed to stop and you just wanted to be back to yourself again.

your state of exasperation was cut short as the soft click of your apartment door opened and closed. immediately, your eyebrows which were furrowed due to your thoughts softened, your feet dragging yourself out of bed as you walked towards the person who had entered. there wasn't a need for words as you walked closer to your boyfriend, quickly wrapping your arms around him — your body relaxing due to his warmth.

the smell of cinnamon and vanilla hit your senses, furthering your comfort. his fingers slowly wrapped around your waist, his voice humming a soft tune in your ear, "tired, my love?"

"yeah.." you mumbled into his chest. he was still in his work attire, likely coming straight home from the work dinner he and his colleagues had to celebrate the publication of the company's new manga. however, his clothes were still soft since he didn't need complete formal wear to work in the editorial department. "missed you so much, keiji."

akaashi chuckled, his right hand leaving your waist to cup your cheek. leaning closer to your face, his deep blue eyes baring into yours through the thin rectangular glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. his breath hit your skin, leaving a warm tingling feeling as his lips curled into a small smile, "i missed you more. let's get you to bed. hmm, angel?" his head tilted sideways, his short black hair moving in unison. "i'd hate to see you even more exhausted than you are already."

your head moved up and down slowly, akaashi always seemed to have a calming effect on your body. your fingers interlaced with his soft ones as he led you to the bedroom. drawing back the duvet for you, he rearranged the pillows in the way you preferred. even little things like this, akaashi always remembered. "i'll wash up really quick, okay? then i'll join you."

your face scrunched with concern, "what about dinner? aren't you hungry..? i don't want you to feel like you have to be with me just 'cause i'm tired."

you felt your body fall at ease again as a smile graced his face. "the company had food for the event; i'm all full. don't worry about me, just rest your eyes." you felt your stare linger a bit longer as you watched him exit into the bathroom, wondering to yourself how you managed to meet someone so angelic.

slipping in between the sheets, you let yourself collapse. you weren't sure if it was due to the relief of having the love of your life home again or because of all of the work university had put you through for so long, but your mind finally stopped and gave into the plush bedding around you.

"you drifting off, pretty?" the deep voice cutting through your sleep-ridden haze, his volume just above a whisper to not wake you as if you had gone to dreamland. akaashi was now dressed in his pajamas, loose slacks, and a slightly oversized lightweight shirt.

"mhmm," you muttered, your eyelashes fluttering open and shut. the bed dipped as you felt akaashi slip in under the sheets next to you. scooting towards you, his arms wrapping against you just like before. nuzzling your head back into his chest, you felt his lips gently brush the skin on your forehead.

his voice light as a feather, he allowed himself to tell you sweet nothings that clouded his mind whenever he saw your face. "you did good, m'kay y/n? your trying is enough — for me and the world." his head dipped down, smiling softly into your hair, "i love you. i'm proud of you, always."

the next morning when you wake in his arms, you think to yourself how you haven't slept that well in years.

© dolimiu this is purely for @himi4gal who was looking for akaashi fanfics to read ! i'm a little rusty with writing, but hopefully everything came out like it supposed to >< love u lele bear !!