#'i don't want to be the hero' great you've admitted you're the villain so stop trying to claim you have the moral high ground

[starry-night-author]

i love ur writing tee hee <3333

im a sucker for hero x villain with a child but!!!! divorced :0 ? show me some great co parenting with a side of falling in love again (^o^)

Thank you!!! Nyehehehe the dynamic ever

Prompt #14

Villain leaned back dramatically as Sidekick was led down the hall to them. "Ah, baby's first time in jail. I remember my first time! It wasn't this jail, but being here sure does bring back memories."

"Shut up," Hero grumbled. They were in the middle of signing papers. "Don't encourage this."

"You guys didn't both have to come," Sidekick said awkwardly, stepping over to them.

"Yes, but I wanted to congratulate you, and Hero wanted to yell at you." Villain said, sweeping their child up into a hug. "I brought cotton to stuff in your ears if you don't want to listen to it."

Sidekick giggled, then caught sight of the look on Hero's face and quickly sobered up.

After fully signing out and Sidekick getting their belongings back, the three piled into Hero's car to head back to their house. Hero drove, but spent most of their time looking up into the rearview mirror to hold a conversation with Sidekick in the backseat.

"I can't believe you!" Hero exclaimed. "You know there's only so much the Agency can allow, and you ending up in jail already is going to have you on probation. Are you trying to end up like Villain?"

"Which isn't a terribly bad thing," Villain reminded them. "There's a stop sign, love."

"Thank you." Hero slammed on the breaks just in time, sending both Villain and Sidekick flying forward, only to be jarringly caught by their seatbelts.

Hero let out a breath, letting two other cars go at the four-way stop before pressing on the gas again. "Look, I suppose it's fine if you get in with Villain's operation, but you have to do that the right way. The villainous world is dangerous, and you have to get in through going along with Villain and not being caught stealing in the middle of the night!"

"Sorry," Sidekick said quietly. "It won't happen again."

"It won't?" Villain frowned, looking let down.

Hero glowered at them, and they laughed. "Sorry, sorry, kidding. I'll support whatever you do, dear."

"It'd better not," Hero looked up at them in the mirror again. "The only time I want word of you stealing is if it's from the right people and you're with Villain, got it?"

"Got it, Hero." Sidekick looked down at their hands.

"That being said, if you do decide to go back to it, I know a few cases we could do together." Villain glanced back at them with a grin, and Sidekick couldn't help but smile back.

Having a hero and a villain as parents could lead to some strange conversations.

"Look, we're already being accused of nepotism by the Agency, due to how fast you've advanced." Hero said. "Which, you and I know that's not the case, but if you manage to keep your position after this people are really going to be suspicious."

"I'm going to lose my position?!" Sidekick asked, alarmed. They hadn't thought of that.

"You might," Hero admitted. "I'll try to do everything I can to stop it, but there's only so much I can do."

Sidekick let out a breath. "Sorry, Hero. And... thanks."

"Of course. How are you, though? Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine," Sidekick let out a breath. "I didn't realize getting caught would ruin my position though."

Villain nodded. "See, this is why you should come be a villain with me, we don't have to worry about any of that."

"Stop pressuring them!" Hero scolded.

The villain shrugged. "It's just a point!" They looked back at Sidekick. "You're sure you're alright though? This isn't the result of lashing out due to teenage angst or anything?"

Sidekick smiled. "I'm fine, you guys. Really. I'm sorry you both had to get up this late."

"I was up anyway," Villain yawned.

"Doing what?" Hero cast them a suspicious glance.

Villain just smirked, leaning back in their chair. "Your little Agency will find out in the morning. Thankfully everything had been wrapped up by the time I got the call."

Once they got to Hero's house there were just enough hours of darkness left to get in a little sleep, so the two tucked Sidekick into bed. The kid was never too old for that.

Outside of Sidekick's door Hero let out an anxious breath, and Villain opened their arms. That was all it took for Hero to melt against them, Villain holding them tightly. They just held each other for a moment, Hero taking a minute to let go of their stress.

"I'm just worried because they've worked so hard to get where they are in the Agency," Hero murmured into Villain's shoulder. "I don't want them to lose that."

"They'll be fine," Villain assured them, gently rubbing their back. "Besides, if you can't talk the Agency into letting them keep their position, they've got one of the city's most feared and respected villains as their parent too. Threats have worked in the past, haven't they?"

Hero chuckled. "I've missed you."

"Missed you too."

"Coffee in the morning?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[arklayraven]

Figures that when Solo apologists can't defend their claims (seeing as there's no evidence) that they would turn around and victim blame to excuse their choices.

I think it's best to just ignore them. I hate to take a passive approach but they've already made their choice by victim blaming instead of just taking the L.

Shame that they'll never realize that that to really love a character you've got to accept them for all the character is, flaws and all. It's like loving only half the character or even a mirror image of the character and not the character it's self. Solo really makes for an epic villian if people could just be more open minded.

(I still dispise him personally but I blame the devs for for that at this point. Forced romantic interactions really piss me off. That's why I don't like Lucifer or Solo very much. Mammon gets a pass for being a pushover. lol)

Seriously...I honestly would love to see this proof of theirs about Solomon apologizing and admitting he did wrong to Asmo...But every time I ask for it, I get no responses. (Like if I had it, I would ignore NB canon more in a way. Why ruin good character development for shock ya know?...)

I plan to read through og OM story all the way through soon. So if I don't find it there, then gonna just call their claims absolutely bullshit then. Unless someone comes in and shows me proof it was from a devilgram instead. Which would be more messed up to have such important lore behind a card.

Nah you're right, but its annoying to see them get away with dragging Asmo(and others) through the mud constantly. Bringing up all their negative moments. Just to make Solomon seem better. Even making us bring up those negative moments/traits too when comparing them to Solomon. So we don't come off being unfair to their fave sorcerer.

But rarely they bring up Solomon's negative moments too when talking great about him. Because then that will be admitting their sorcerer isn't as innocent as they believe him to be. Which isn't bad? A complex character with conflicting morals is fine to have or be a fan of, hell I am in love with some of those characters lmao. They can be fun little fuckers ya know? (A mutual of mine would greatly agree with me here I feel.)

Solomon has the clear marks to be a good villain or anti-hero, which OM story/cast fails to have now. I would say Nightbringer or Michael could be those characters too but they really seem little to me honestly...But Solomon, if the writers weren't cowards, he could be such a good villain/anti-hero. I mean he already does some shady and messed up stuff to get what he wants, for power/control, for humanity sake like he like to put it, and also...to have MC to himself.

Hell, he'll be perfect as yandere too, but again, writers really seem to be scared to have those things now. (Moment of silence for Belphie who was suppose to be a yandere? lol)

(and yeah, that's what annoyed me more, and pushed me on disliking him most. the forced romance with him...which i fear won't stop in the new upcoming lessons. just make him a yandere at this point, devs. lol)

[fictionadventurer]

👶

[softer-ua]

i can't be the only one who wants izuku to get fucking pissed at his situation, at all might, start questioning what the fuck is going on with OFA.

because if you're going to trust a fifteen year old with something like OFA and bind them to the life of a symbol, you do not get to withhold information. deku was not told he'd be dealing with an enemy like AFO when he got the quirk, nor was he told that basically its whole point was not fighting some vague concept of evil, but fighting a very tangible very dangerous villain. he wasn't told that up until all might, inheriting this power was guaranteed suicide, and even after all might you only have a vague chance of survival. to be offered such a life altering "gift", Izuku should have been warned of everything. from the start. and if not then then from the very moment izuku started seeing vestiges, or at least when AFO resurfaced. WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU HIDE ANY, ANY BIT OF INFORMATION ON A QUIRK THAT IMPORTANT?????

no because, if you look at it cynically, All Might took this kid who had nothing and who looked up to him as effective god. He took this kid who he knew had no sense of no self-care or self-preservation. This extremely reckless kid who he saw putting his life at risk three times (sludge v1, hanging on to AM as he jumped, sludge v Katsuki) within 24 hours. He picked this kid who he knew would give everything (because Izuku had "nothing", and therefore nothing to lose) and "gifted" him with a ticking time bomb. Of course Izuku is willing to break himself if it means using OFA to max potential. So much of his self-worth is based on OFA. He's said time and time again he isn't sure if he deserves it, that it's a borrowed power. If you've taken this kid and given him everything practically overnight, of course he'll go to self-destructive lengths to prove himself worthy of it. Who'd want to go back to being nothing after all?

And this is a logical conclusion. Someone like Izuku, someone like All Might probably used to be in his youth and still kind of is, they're perfect to be put on this kind suicide mission. They're a perfect vessel. Sure they're heroic and brave and selfless, but most importantly they're willing to die for the cause. OFA the quirk knows this. Literally two seconds after Katsuki sacrifices himself telling Deku not to do shit alone, Deku renders said sacrifice useless by doing exactly what Katsuki warned him not to😭 And the quirk and vestiges encourage him. They don't give a shit about repercussions and Deku's chronic pain or possible arm paralysis. They just want to beat AFO. You go son you break those arms 🤠

Doesn't it all feel a little bit exploitative?

Look at it like this. A kid is born with no power. This kid wants to be great, but the world says he can't. He meets his hero, and the hero says he can't either. Then the kid acts heroic, but reckless. The hero sees an opening. This kid is good and doesn't care one bit about his well-being? Jackpot! He offers the kid a deal. Great power, an extraordinary gift at surface layer. But one with so many more hidden strings attached that hurt and break and haunt the kid, that he was never warned about or taught how to deal with. But he can always give it to someone else! Can he, really? Can he go back to being nothing? With a personality like his, well nope. And that's why you pick the overly selfless reckless ones. The ones that will feel indebted to you to a ridiculous degree.

Isn't it like dare I say... like a deal with the devil?

As we progress more and more into the lore of AFO and OFA, I can really see why Katsuki's started to view it as a cursed power. And with how wildly different from expectations (at least mine) + far more nuanced the Todofam drama has revealed itself to be compared to what it seemed upon first intro, I'm inclined to believe there's more to the OFA story than clean cut, young bro good guy vs mean big bro oppression.

TL;DR - All Might is the metaphorical devil jr who gave Izuku a passed down deal, and neither he nor broccoli boy read the fine print.

Bakugo’s ghost sent me this ask 💀

Lol but seriously, these are all excellent points and I’ve been sitting on this ask until I had time to answer it because you’re absolutely goddamn right

This shit is explotive af, and I’ve got a suspicion as to why

I don’t think Deku was a random choice, there’s a layer of fate/mystic woven into the bnha world that gets over looked.

Sir had insane fortune telling abilities that were never once wrong about anything except when it came to the 2 OFA users fates. Deku even specifically says he’ll smash any fate in his way, and I think on some level he knows he can because he has a different destiny.

The vestiges break him from Shinsos hold, meaning the can have some level of control over Dekus body. You think AM noticed every time something like that happened? AM didn’t even notice Bakugo internalizing all the blame for his retirement even after watching his mom force him to apologize for it??

“I keep forgetting that your still a child” AM, sir, this is the third time you’ve admitted out loud that you were just gonna let Bakugo suffer his own fate 💀 please stop indicting yourself and at least pretend you care about Bakugo outside his relationship to Deku jfc

Also what are the chances you get nine random holders and none of them turn out to be corrupt or at least too self serving to die for the cause??? Slimmer than the pages bnha is printed on.

There’s something pulling some strings here, and I think it’s the true power of First users quirk.

What would be the point of transferring a quirk if that’s it’s only power?

What would be the point of this quirk being essentially password locked?

What would be the point of this quirk being able to forced on to someone?

There’ wouldn’t be any.

But what if that’s not what the quirk is?

What if the quirk is actually passing something along, and that’s why it’s dna based, it’s the transfer of an integral part of them.

Something that would change a person if forced on them but would possibly eradicate someone if stolen. Something like a souls desire? That could be a dangerous thing to give to someone else especially if it’s something they didn’t want, now they suddenly have to?

Then you give this quirk a strength enhancing quirk?

Now it’s got some juice, how much stronger did it get? Can it sense others with a similar goal, can it make its host gravitate towards those people?

Is the firsts quirk purposely finding exploitable heros, like Nana AM and Deku. All people who were/are willing to give up everything for the cause. How much of the first is in there, how much sentient power does this quirk have?

We know that Nana gave up her family, her child, for the cause. AM never bothered cultivating a family and pushed away Sir and anyone else who is anti him dying, and now we’re seeing Deku do the same.

Deku who had no friends to begin with, a dad who’s out of the picture, and an already slightly strained relationship with his mom?

Is this quirk capable of learning? Does it know that having people you care about slows you down from sacrificing yourself?

Does this quirk compound with the other users goals make the drive stronger each time?

Idk but there’s a glimmer of hope that Deku isn’t doomed to be a glorified meat puppet, and it exists in the form of Kacchan.

No one else had someone so deeply rooted to them, who could fight right along side them. Bakugo is an outlier in this story, almost the exact opposite kind of hero OFA wants, his connection to Deku breaks the cycle.

Deku would never give up on Katsuki, and even if he tried Endeavor will start coughing up ice cubes before Bakugo lets him. He couldn’t leave Deku alone when he was convinced he hated him, there’s no way he’d do it now.

Dekus story will be different from the other users that’s for sure.

[hot-wiings]

The One Where You're Stuck At A Work Christmas Party, But At Least You Have Your Cute, Charming Coworker At Your Side.

Edited: 12-8-2020

"Would you like to pay for that upfront, or at the end of the night?"

“Isn't this an open bar party?”

You stared at the bartender with confounded and bewildered eyes and she nervously shifted as she stood, her eyes looking at the counter, occasionally glancing at other people at the bar avoiding your eyes. You took one strong whiff in her general direction and you could get a good reading on her aura, her feelings.

Molten Cheese; Anxiety. Rotten Eggs; Nervousness. Formaldehyde; Fear. 

It was your quirk that gave you such access to her vibes. You could smell emotions and feelings, provided you were within smelling distance then you could release your on pungent scents and alter someone's emotions, however, the stronger the emotions of a person then sometimes it would alter your mood. When you were younger you couldn't understand it, you didn't understand these feelings you felt or why you could smell people so strongly, as you got older you realized what each scent meant, the more pungent the stronger the feeling, the more floral meant someone was in a positive mood, and the more putrid meant they were the latter. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, this is not an open bar.  I can make a tab for you...”

You had to roll your eyes. Your company was probably the only company not to spring for an open bar for a Christmas party. You knew it was to discourage drinking, but they had to understand, as a hero, you dealt with a lot of things on your average day. The people you don't save, the countless lives that were waste and killed, children and the elderly, the horrors you saw on the battlefield. Sometimes you needed to let loose from all it, and whom more responsible to drink than a party full of heroes? Your bosses would digress.

Of course, none of this was the bartender's fault, and you felt slightly bad for getting upset after you smelled her aroma. She was young, obviously new to her job, and nervous to be dealing with alcoholics and tipsy people for the first time. Even if everyone here was probably a hero, it could still be very daunting. You never knew how someone would react under the influence, especially someone you didn't personally know.

“This is your first day on the job isn't it?”

“Is it that obvious? It's not just my first day, it's my first job.”

The girl nervously chuckled while she scratched the back of her neck, still nervously avoiding your eyes. You tapped your foot against the floor, her strong nerves beginning to affect your mood, and take over your nervous system. This was a great quirk to use on the field, especially in hostage situations, it helped you understand villains and easily sway their decision to harm people, but your mood was so easily affected by other negative emotions. It was so draining to try and change someone's mood to stop you from being affected, you changed one person, and soon three negative auras replacing it.

“That explains a lot, you're perfume is so pungent."

"Oh! You're the smelly hero, oh gosh- I- uh..."

Her eyes lit up as she realized who you were and she smiled, but the smile quickly faded as she realized what she had called you. It wasn't the first time someone realized who you were and it wouldn't be the last but never had someone so horribly botched your hero name. Maybe it was the nerves, the anxiety, the embarrassment, and every strong negative emotion she was feeling being absorbed up into your mood, but you felt completely mortified. You felt embarrassed with her and suddenly, you were crossed with the anxious thought about whether that's what your coworker called you behind your back. You wanted to cry. It was so irrational, but that's what her vibes were making you feel.

Christmas Cookies; Joy. Pine Trees; Relaxation. Candy Canes; Energetic.

The new smells engulfed you. They surrounded you as if you were inside a bakery. They entered your lungs, with each breath out and each new intake of oxygen it was there, you couldn't escape it and you didn't want to. It was distinctly joyful, distinctly happy and laidback, distinctly him. No matter how his smells changed on a day to day basis, you would recognize his scent anywhere. It was so pungent, so strong, and you could smell a lingering scent of the ocean. The smells wrapped you up and shifted your mood, they took away every negative emotion coursing through your body and replaced it with those of positivity.

You looked over your shoulder with a smile on your face as you spotted him. The Stun Gun Hero: Charge Bolt. He had a grin on his face as he sauntered over to you at the bar and occupied the barstool next to you.

"Sunset rum for the lady, on me."

The woman scurried away to make the drink with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. You turned to Denki and smiled. You didn't know if it was purely lack of brain cells, or what, but the man was always grinning. He was always smiling, he was always happy. Even on bad days, even when battling villains he seemed to reek of dopamine, serotonin, happy endorphins. You didn't know how he did it, but you were grateful for it. On days when you were stuck in the office doing paperwork or studying up on the villains you were tracking down, your coworkers seemed to bring you down. So many negative feelings from different people took hold of you, sometimes you couldn't handle all of them at once and you needed to escape it all.

That's when you discovered Denki Kaminari, a faint scent of happiness among the abyss of dark emotions. Sometimes you found yourself craving his scent, sometimes you found yourself just standing outside of his office door, just breathing him in. You were sure he'd find it weird that you stood outside his office door trying to get a whiff of his smell, but it was so much more than that. He helped you feel good, he helped the bad feelings go away and he didn't even know.

"You don't have to pay for my drink."

"But I want to, besides, I can tell you've had a pretty rough day."

“I'd rather be at home, management said I had to come, apparently I'm not social enough, and I need to strengthen my relationships with the other heroes.”

“What a pain. I came for the drinks, didn't realize they weren't free.”

The bartender set down your drink in front of you and you took a swig from it, letting the alcohol wash over your senses as you turned to Denki again. It was a strong drink and you could already feel it taking its toll, but Denki had paid for it, and wouldn't it be rude not to drink it?

“Fuck work parties, am I right?”

“Well, they're not all bad. The foods free, and I'm sitting here with a really beautiful woman.”

A blush makes way across your face, dusting your cheeks a pink color as you turn your gaze back to your drink. You thought about how to reply to his blatant flirting as you swirled the liquid around in your cup. He always threw comments like this towards you. After a training session, after you'd taken down a villain together, when you were stuck in the elevator, and even by the coffee machine. If it was anybody else but Denki, you would've filed a sexual harassment charge, but Denki was so kind and so nice about it. His smell wasn't hostile or putrid, it was always sweet. He never threw these compliments your way when you were alone, he always did it in the presence of others. He did that to avoid making you uncomfortable by giving you flirtatious attention alone, but you always took it as ungenuine feelings, but he did it so often, and so kindly, perhaps he did mean his words. Maybe it was his feelings affecting yours, or maybe it was the alcohol, but you flirted back in your own coy way.

“True’ and I have the pleasure of having the company of such a charming, handsome man.”

Denki lightly chucked at your words, flattered and surprised you flirted back. Through all his time knowing you, you just blushed and thanked him for the compliment. Truthfully, he was ready to give up on his attempts, but you had never told him you didn't like his subtle advances. His chuckle only increased the blush on your cheeks. You brought your cup up to your lips and emptied the remainder of the contents down your throat, letting the liquid courage wash over you completely, enhancing your sense of smell and making you slightly tipsy. You always had been a lightweight, and how were you to know sunset rum was eighty percent alcohol, that's sixteen times the amount of the average beer.

“So I- Are you okay?”

Your eyes were closed, making you look asleep. Leaning closer to Denki, trying to get a better whiff of him, you were practically falling out of your barstool. Denki stood up from his stool and gently pushed you back into yours so you wouldn't fall, but instead, you gripped onto his jacket and pulled him closer to you.

“I’m fine! You just- God! You smell like Christmas!”

Denki would have blushed or laughed at your words, but your tone had gotten louder and your words were slightly slurred. You were obviously drunk, or at least seriously tipsy. If he had known you were such a lightweight he would've ordered you a lighter drink. 

“Ma’am, can I have water?”

“Sure.”

“I don't need water, I'm not drunk.”

“Right, you want to jump my bones sober then?”

Your hands were still gripping Denki's jacket and your nose was in his neck, practically hugging him. In your defense, he was the one who made the first move by pushing you back in your chair. 

“I’m not trying to jump your bones! You just smell so good, you always smell good.”

You whined your words out and a deep blush came across Denki as your words entered his ears. Denki would never admit it to anyone, but the real reason he came here tonight was because he heard you would be there. Over the years of working with you, he had developed a small crush. You were so admirable, so amazing. You dedicated your career not to just saving people, but using your quirk to save the criminals, to understanding them and taking them down using pathos rather than violence. 

“I always smell good?”

“Yes! God yes. I love the way you smell, it makes me so happy and warm. Sometimes I walk by your office just to steal some of your serotonin.”

Your confession made Denki smile as the bartender set down a cup of water in front of you. Embarrassment flooded your body as you realized what you had said to him. When you were tipsy you could say some honest things, but this was a deep secret you'd been harboring.

“I shouldn't have drank, I can't believe I said that. I- I should go home.”

You stood up from the stool with your bag in hand, tripping slightly as you went. Denki quickly grabbed onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Still buzzed, you didn't fight him and tumbled towards his chest. 

"Don't go, you're drunk. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't forgive myself. Have a glass of water."

"This is embarrassing. I'm not being creepy, I swear. Your happy mood, it helps calm me down."

“You know, my flirting isn't meaningless. I think your quirk is neat and special, I think you're neat and special. If smelling me helps you calm down, then by all means, next time come into my office."

You took the glass of water and took tiny little sips to help sober yourself up. A blush spread across your face again, Denki had just indirectly confessed to you. You thought his flirting was meaningless, you thought he didn't really like you like that. You had such a fear of rejection around him, scared he would find your smelling habits weird, but he didn't. You leaned up to Denki again, this time was not to smell him drunkly, but to place a quick, sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Think you can say all of that to me tomorrow when I'm sober?"

"Depends. Tomorrow's Christmas, do you want to see me tomorrow, or are you going to regret tonight? Regret accepting my drink, regret spending the evening with me."

Denki bit his lip, and a new scent came from him. A foreign one. You had never smelt such a thing coming from him. He had always been so happy, but now you could smell fear, anxiety, everything the waitress reeked of earlier. It appeared you were not the only one with worries and fear of rejection. Lacing your fingers with Denki's, you reassured him the only way your inebriated mind could think of, by using a pickup line.

"You wanna know what I told Santa I wanted for Christmas?"

"Hmm?"

"Told him I wanted you."

[violetarks]

too close

anime: my hero academia

character: bakugou katsuki

summary: bakugou pushes away y/n after having enough of her good deeds. after realising just how much he missed her around him, he tries to get her back.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, third person pov

"Hey, Bakugou!" Y/N calls out, stepping up to him and halting at his side. The boy looked down at her, a raised brow and uninterested expression showing on his face. He sighs out, hands in his pockets, "What is it, Y/N?" The girl scratches her neck, tilting her head to the side.

She felt nervous under his gaze, even though he had gathered enough courage to walk up to him just moments ago. She mutters, "W—Well... it's just that we have dinner ready. You've been out here for a while now, so I imagine that you're hungry."

It was true; Bakugou took his sweet time outside of the dormitory building to think over some hero things. He only had so much time before the end of the year would roll around.

So here he was, leaning against the lightpole and trying to seem irritated by Y/N's presence beside him.

Bakugou sucked in his breath, looking away from the shorter girl before saying, "I'm fine out here, so you can go back inside, Sweetheart." The way he said it sounded like a League of Villain's member mocking the Pro Hero.

Anybody else would've scowled and shot back an insult. God knows that Kaminari would have easily just annoyed him further. However, Y/N just pushed that aside.

It was known that Bakugou liked to act rude towards his colleagues, perhaps that's what he was doing. Y/N drops her hand from her neck, shrugging her shoulders and nodding her head. "Oh, right. Well, I'll leave a bowl out on the table for you, just in case you decide that you want to eat. Everybody else is in the main room, we'll be going to bed in about 20 minutes."

She waits for a reply from the blonde. But silence just responds to her, making a frown appear on her face. Bakugou sends her a side glance, catching her disappointed expression. She turns around, arm slightly brushing against his before she sighs, "Goodnight, Bakugou."

Without another thought, she closes the door behind her and makes her way up to her dorm.

Outside, Bakugou was trying to figure out his thoughts. What was meant by that, was the comments Kirishima was making over text.

The soft-hearted hardening quirk user, who had witnessed Y/N's attempts to get closer with Bakugou, was trying to reason with the explosive blonde. The messages from Kirishima was beginning to irritate Bakugou foolishly.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: HEY I SAW THAT!!!

'You shouldn't act so cold towards her! She is only trying to help you!'

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business

'Oh shut up, she's just going to get in my way. It'd be fucking great if I leave her alone.'

Kirishima sat on the couch closest to the window where Bakugou and Y/N's scene unfolded. He rolled his eyes at his best friend.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: You can be such a baby dude

'It's best if you actually try to react and become friends with her. Bakugou, she clearly thinks so much of you to actually keep on trying to talk with you.'

'If it were anyone else, they would've stopped trying on the third attempt. But she isn't just anybody else; she clearly likes you enough to not do that. So at least try to talk properly with her.'

Bakugou just shakes his head, sending a glare at his screen. He quickly types in a response.

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business #2

'She's just another one of Kaminari's friends, she isn't that freaking important.'

A small smirk appears on Kirishima's face.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: I call BS

'Bakugou, I know you. You don't think that about her, just admit it.'

'You like her! You just don't think she'll like you like that!'

Bakugou growls at the words. He grips his phone so hard that the edge of it might be digging into his bone. But he could feel the warmth on his cheeks easily. He sighs, deciding that it was too late to argue with Kirhsima.

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business #3

'It's not that, idiot. You think I don't know that she likes me? She's not very good at hiding that fact."

Kirishima half-grins. He places his chin in his palm as he types in his response.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: AWWWWWW

'Who knew you had such a hard time in the Game of Love?'

Bakugou looks at the clock, which was nearing his usual bed time. Today, everybody was put to hard training, so most students were already passed out. Bakugou made his way inside again.

He sees that Y/N did just what she said. There is still food on the table. Bakugou stares at it for a moment, thinking to himself. Why does she continue to do all these things? She couldn't possible have feelings for him, even with everything she'd done.

Bakugou went upstairs, ignoring the plate.

In the Morning . . .

Bakugou passed the the closed doors in the hallways. Kirishima was beside him, seeming to have forgotten of last night's scenes. The blonde shoved his hands into his pockets, ready to place his foot on the floor down. Until another voice caught his attention. From Kaminari's room.

"Denki, I'm not so sure about that." Y/N says, voice muffled from the wall separating the two in the room from Bakugou himself. He halts his movements, hand gripping the fabric of his sweatpants.

"The Hell is she doing in Dunce Face's room? She isn't stupid enough to get that wrong, is she?" He growls. Kirishima smirks at him. He pats his shoulder and says, "Don't be so jealous, Bakugou." The said boy shoves Kirishima's hands off of him. Bakugou scoffs back, "Why would I be jealous of that moron?"

Before Kirishima can say anything back to him, Kaminari responds to Y/N, "Hey, we both know that girls just love scary movies! Having someone to hang onto, distract you from all the jumpscares." Bakugou faces the wooden door, seeing two shadows creeping from the little sliver of space underneath it.

He hears Y/N mutter back, "I'm not afraid of that much! Mr Aizawa has been training me real good to get my scared levels to a minimum!" Bakugou can almost feel the smile on her face. But Kaminari only laughs, voice dipping to a near whisper but loud enough for Bakugou to hear from his moving spot directly in front of the door. "Y/N... what about him? Aren't you scared of him and what he'll say?"

There's a silence, meaning that Y/N was contemplating her friend's words. Bakugou nearly presses his ear to the wood, catching Y/N's attempts in finding words to respond well with. Kirishima has to hold in his laughs, going on without him to the common room.

The girl stutters, "Denki, you—you don't know what could happen... He could be a, um — just trying to 'figure me out' or 'get used to me'. I am not scared of what he'll say..."

There's footsteps and the two shadows meet. He can hear a pat of clothing, like someone placing a hand on a shoulder.

"If you're that sure, then I'll let it be. You're my strong Y/N anyways!"

Bakugou feels his heartbeat quicken as Y/N hums back a reply and says she's going to start on breakfast breakfast. Bakugou rushes towards the end of the hall, making it four steps quickly down before the bedroom door swings open and Y/N is staring down at him.

"Morning, Bakugou." She smiles, closing the door behind her and passing him down the hall. He glances at her, raised brow and hands in pockets.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" He murmurs, Y/N looks back up at him from a few feet away. She answers, "Oh, nothing. I'm just on my way to make breakfast. Do you want anything?"

The realisation hits him like a bullet to the liver — no, to the heart. He felt his breathing go ragged as he remembered the dinner he left on the table last night. The one she saved for him. He didn't know why, but for some reason he feared the sight of her seeing his still full plate on the table, untouched.

He comes back to his thoughts, seeing Y/N tilt her head and face him fully. "Bakugou? Are you day dreaming?" She sends a small smile as he makes his way down the hall and around the girl, walking into the elevator.

He growla, "I'm not, calm down. I'll just have whatever." Y/N follows him, giving off a small giggle. Bakugou makes in into to kitchen once the elevator stops as Y/N goes into the common room to ask what everybody wants. Bakugou gulps, spotting his plate and walking over to it, hiding behind his back before Y/N could see.

"Okay, I'm just going to make Kaminari's favourite since nobody can decide otherwise." She states, getting the ingredients out and preparing a few things. She rolls up her sleeves and looks over to Bakugou, who was awkwardly standing in his place, hands behind his back.

She tilts her head, wrapping an apron around her neck and waist before asking, "What's wrong? You can sit down if you like." He gulps, clutching the plate tightly in his hands.

"I—I know, I'm not stupid. I just wanna' stand, is that a crime?" He retorts, making her smile and turn around to cut some ingredients. She heats up the stove, putting in the first few ingredients before chopping some more. Bakugou takes the chance to slowly walk to the other room with the plate, eager to hide it. A few steps later, the floorboard creaks and Y/N looks over to Bakugou.

"Hey, why're you acting so strange?" She questions, turning down the heat of the stove. She places a hand on her hip as Bakugou keeps the plate behind him. "I'm not doing anything! You're just stupid!" He argues as she steps closer.

He takes a step back. This continues until the plate is nearly digging into the wall and Bakugou is leaning away from Y/N.

She warily tries to look behind him, not catching a glimpse. "Bakugou, come on, I won't get mad." She states, crossing her arms. He holds his breath, taking a moment before showing her the plate.

A frown is placed on her face. "So you didn't eat?" She questions, taking the bowl in her hands.

"No, I didn't."

"Did you not like what me and Tsuyu made?" She asks, staring down at the untouched food. Bakugou sighs out, leaning against the wall, "It didn't look like trash. I just... didn't want to eat, okay?"

She glances up at him, a frown on her face still. She hums, stepping away, "Right... You didn't need to hide it, you know. You could've just told me."

She tries to look convincing, but it was obvious she was hurt by his actions. However she was right.

Why did he feel the need to hide something so small from her? It's not like she was bawling her eyes out. No, she was just a little disappointed. So... why was there this heavy pain in his chest?

"Is there something you don't like about me, Bakugou?" She asks.

The question stumps him. He searches through the drawers of times she's annoyed him. But for some reason, he can't bring himself to say that he hated them.

He kinda' liked the way she would always offer him something before everyone else. He kinda' liked the way she would give him all the attention. He kinda' liked the way she kept coming back to him.

A small almost appeared on his lips.

Almost.

Perhaps he was being too greedy.

"You are a liability." He states bluntly, crossing his arms.

Y/N raises her brows and repeats, "'Liability'?" She shrugs her shoulders, not exactly understanding the point Bakugou was making. And that just make him more irritated. He retorts, "Yes, a liability. You know what that is, right?"

She frowns a bit. "Of course I do, Bakugou. What do you take me for?" Her voice was a bit harsh, but she realises it and breathes in. "I just don't understand how I am a liability." She brushes her feet against the floor, trying to ease off the confusion. But Bakugou only rolls his eyes.

"Sure, you cook and know how to use your quirk to a mediocre level, but seriously... could you really help in a fight?" He questions. Y/N opens her mouth to retort, furrowed brows. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't answer back.

Bakugou goes on, "I've seen our classmates risk their lives for many people in many occasions. But you the most." Y/N widens her eyes at his words.

"People will always hurt you and most of our class will always turn a blind eye and save you." He points to the living room, where the rest of Class 1-A remained unknowing of the conversation. "Don't you see that, Sweetheart?"

She clenches her fists at her sides. "I—I do, but it's not like I don't try to help back." She was getting a little mad. Which was rare when she talked to Bakugou. "I don't just stand there like an idiot, I do whatever I can. My quirk is useful." She states. Her little pride makes Bakuhou smirk.

He retorts, "Useful is you can use it like a Pro. You can't. You can't do a lot, Dumbass, face it." Y/N pouts a little, nearly crossing her arms as she looks to the wall beside them. Bakugou tilts his head, walking a step closer to her. "Can you save our classmates? Can you escape a kidnapping? Can you kill someone? Even if it means that so many others will live?"

Y/N doesn't respond to his questions. Bakugou sighs out, annoyed, "They won't always be there to help you. You have to learn to fend for yourself."

Bakugou was holding himself back. He knew it himself, he did it on purpose. He half listened to Kirishima's words that were telling him to try better. He had to say something that would graze her heart, not yet pinning it down.

He could've been a lot more harsher.

"You would be much more of a help if you left me alone."

He could've been a lot less harsher.

Y/N turns around immediately, lifting her shoulders. She moves to the bench and puts the plate down, staying like that for a second before turning back around to Bakugou.

He was nervous.

"I see. Well, I'm just going to finish up breakfast and then I'll be... busy." She states, going back to doing what she was before. Bakugou stays leaning against the wall, following her movements with his eyes. He could see that she wanted to say something more.

She wanted to argue back again. She had never been one to just let things slide. Bakugou's seen her bicker with Iida about which store had the best meats and vegetables. But this was different; as if she didn't want to fight with him.

The scraping of the pan takes his mind as she finishes up her chore, putting it on two plates and then placing them on the table. She stares down at her hands before taking her apron off and putting it back where she got it. "Excuse me, Kiri..." She mumbles, moving around Kirishima who stood beside in the entrance. He had heard their conversation and finally decided to show himself.

Without another word, Y/N heads upstairs.

Bakugou slowly moves to sit at the table. His posture was slacked. He acted as if he was an even moodier teenager. His shoulders slouched, feet dragged along the floor and the loud noises he made without caring of everybodh else filling the eating area. But the weight on his chest never left.

He wasn't supposed to like her. So why was he so... what's the word?

"Guilty." Kirishima pointed out, sitting beside him, "You feel guilty. I told you, dude, you should've listen to me instead of trying to hurt her."

"I don't care."

"Oh my God, that wasn't very manly of—"

"Shut up."

Footsteps are heard against the floor. Bakugou shoots up from his spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful H/C girl, but instead he's met with the electric boy and invisible girl.

Kaminari asks, "Hey, where's Y/N?"

Bakugiu breathes in, hope washing away. He quickly picks himself up as Sero retorts, "Oh, L/N? She went back upstairs, told us to eat without her because she needed to do something." Kaminari groaned on, saying how meals tasted better with all your friends around.

Bakugou wasn't listening. He was imagining what Y/N was doing.

The next time he sees her is when Kaminari announces that they're leaving to talk to Mr Aizawa about the training room. It was only supposed to be Kaminari, Midoriya and Y/N. But Bakugou wanted to go too.

He scoffs, "Why can't I come? I just want to train, what's so freaking wrong about that?" Kaminari rolls his eyes, tugging on his black jacket. Iida looks to Y/N as he opens the door. Y/N pulls her hair up into an up-do and faces away from Bakugou, walking towards Kaminari and Iida by the exit.

"Please, calm down. It's just extra training. L/N has asked Kaminari to help her practice and I'm sure Mr Aizawa will be more persuaded to allow us the usuage of the training block with me supervising. Is that a problem?"

The other blonde has no response. Bakugou squints his eyes at Kamiari before turning his gaze to Y/N. She looks away, moving closer to Kaminari. She stands behind him, hand resting on his arm as she looks at the ground. Bakugou ticks back, "Whatever. If I hear you made us miss out of training tomorrow, you're all dead!"

Kaminari turns around, walking through the door. "Oh please, everyone knows you wouldn't hurt Y/N." He taunts before looking over his shoulder to Bakugou, a cold glare disguised by a smile towards him. "Right?"

The look sent light shivers up Bakugou's back. He gulps a little, turning his head down. He doesn't say anything else as Kaminari leads the other two outside. Iida places a hand on the top of Y/N's shoulder and slightly pushes her through the door. Bakugou glares at the gesture.

"I can feel the anger radiating off of you." Kirishima chimes, a smile on his face as he stood behind Bakugou. The angered boy ignores him, hearing the door shut. He hated the feeling in his stomach. How much he wanted to cut Iida's hand off. How much he wanted to just pull Y/N away from him. It was amazing how long it took for him to see that he was...

"Well, look at that." Kirishima chuckles, chin in his hand, "Now should I call this version of you 'Jealous Bakugou'?" He scowls back in return, walking back towards the kitchen. "Shut the Hell up. I've got better things to do." His eyes fall onto the empty plate on the table. His empty plate on the table.

Why couldn't he just be nice to her? It isn't that hard. He could've finished his dinner like he did with breakfast. But no, he decided to be an asshole.

The Next Day . . .

Y/N was sitting on the couch, talking with Mina, Kaminari and Jirou about home and memories and what they'd do once they finish their internship.

It was a light hearted conversation. Y/N was actually laughing along with her friends. Jirou would roll her eyes from the separate couch she sat on, Mina would clap her hand as she giggled beside Y/N and Kamiari would place his hand on Y/N's shoulder, laughing too.

It was very comfortable.

And it would be just perfect if Bakugou didn't come stomping into the room with his gaze set on Y/N.

She was currently looking up at Kaminari, Y/N smiling widely with rosy cheeks as he mentioned one of her 'cutest moments'. A huge weight fell on Bakugou's chest. He walked up to them, standing directly in front of Y/N as she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

The giggles halted as Jirou and Mina shared a glance before turning to Y/N. She played with her hands. "What is it, Bakugou?" She was no longer cheery when she spoke to him. More monotone and eyes averted. It made him frown a little.

"I just want to talk to you, Idiot. It won't take too much of your precious time." He states, making Y/N gulp. She looks up at Kaminari, who shrugs his shoulders. The way she looked for his opinion kind of irked Bakugou. He holds out a hand to her. "Come on, it's just a conversation."

Y/N sighs, standing up and ignoring the hand being presented to her as help. As she walked towards the door, Bakugou dismissed how she reacted to not taking his offer. He followed her, closing the door behind them.

It was silent at first. It was midday and others were walking down the path, every few minutes a group stroll drive by, having training sessions. People were going along with their day like nothing was happening.

"Why are you so close with him now?" Bakugou asks, a softer voice. Y/N turns her head to look up to him where he was leaning against the wooden post. He refuses to meet her eye, just staring at the path in front of them as silence passes. Y/N responds, "I've always been close to them."

She didn't know who exactly Bakugou who talking about, so she tried her best to get him to say it.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh please, don't give me that, Sweetheart." He sighs out, facing the opposite building to them, "Tell me the truth... Is this payback?"

Y/N's brows furrow a bit. She makes her bidy turn to him fully, crossed arms over her chest. She asks, "What are you talking about? 'Payback'?"

He nods his head, biting his lip. "You think that I don't see you cling onto him more?" Y/N furrows her brows, uncrossing her arms with a still confused look on her face.

Bakugou goes on, "It's literally been onlybtwo days and you can't seem to be in a room without him. Hell, I could hear him on the phone with you last night! You know how much stupidity I claimed from that conversation?"

He shakes his head and scratches his cheek. "You can barely stand to be apart from him! Is that what you used to do to me?" He squeezes his arm in his hands.

"Try to hold my hand, link our arms together... How come I never knew this? And why am I getting so freaking pissed over it?" Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. He's so angry with himself.

"I don't know what to say, Bakugou. Really, I don't..."

He gives her a look, finally. She's holding the same innocent, confused expression. She looked so cute, it was hurting Bakugou.

He growled, "Ugh! Stop doing that! Right now!" He places his hands on her cheeks, squishing them a bit before pinching them. Y/N makes a small noise. "H—Hey! What did I do now? Stop hurting me, I'm just listening to you!" She claims, hands gripping his wrists. He leans forward as she did so backwards.

"You're—You're making that face at me! Don't do that anymore! Or I won't stop pinching your cheeks!" He retorts, stepping more closer to her.

The tips of their shoes touch as Y/N grumbles back, "It's not my fault, Bakugou! Blame my parents! It's just the way my face is! What, want me to wear a mask all the time?"

That would be easier for Bakugou. That way, he wouldn't feel his heart beat too hard for her mere smile.

"Why are you pinching my cheeks so hard? I'm gonna have marks now..." She closes her eyes as Bakugou pinches her again. She's stopped her restraints, still holding his wrists. The pretty scene makes Bakugou stop his actions mid way and just stare at her.

Her cheeks were slightly pinker, brows knitted and eyelashes falling on her skin with a small pout on her lips.

He groans, "Because you fucking—! You're making me wish for something I never had! You're making me want something I left behind! You're just... just..." He trails off, fingers releasing Y/N's reddened cheeks from his torture. His shoulders slump and his head is leaning down.

Y/N widens her eyes, gripping his wrists tighter. "Bakugou, what's wrong? Why won't you just tell me properly?" She requests, head leaning a bit back as Bakugou's head drove into her shoulder. His hair brushes against her cheek and she stops her movements.

"I freaking... hate you." Bakugou whispers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and another trapping her waist.

His actions were so contradictory to his words. It stumped Y/N.

She dropped her jaw a bit before hooking her arms around his neck, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. They were silence for a while.

"You're an asshole, Katsuki."

Bakugou thought he had heard her wrong. First, she had just insulted him, an 'asshole' of all things. Second, she just used his first name. Why did it sound like Heaven on earth to Bakugou?

Y/N digs her head into his shoulder and neck. "I can't believe you. Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A's stone-cold student. All this time, I thought I was doing these things for nothing. That you wouldn't return my feelings at all, but now look at us."

She laughs, feeling Bakugou tug her closer, "Someone who didn't try at all, and someone who tried way too much. You're such an asshole for making me wait this long."

Bakugou closes his eyes. He could imagine the smile on her face. "Well, it would've been so much freaking easier if you stopped looking at me like I was your source of life."

Y/N breathes in, rubbing his shoulders. "Sorry I guess."

He pulls away a bit, sheepishly looking at the ground. "Does... Does this mean that we're okay?" Y/N takes a moment to think. She's been trying so hard to get Bakugou to talk to her properly. And here he was, asking if they were alright.

Without another word, she leans up on her toes and puts her lips over his. She grips his hand, the other palm on his shoulder. She tilts her head and closes her eyes, feeling complete when Bakugou begins to kiss back.

He holds his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, squeezing his eyes shuf he felt as if when he opened his eyes he would witness her disappear. But Y/N pulled away, making the both of them open their eyes. Bakugou was wrong. She was still here.

Y/N left a hand on his cheek. "We're okay now, Katsuki. As long are you promise to be more open with me?" Bakugou nods his head, leaning his forehead against hers. He hums, "I will, Y/N. I will." He presses a kiss to her nose.

"Trust me, Sweetheart."

The way he said it sounded really genuine.