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catzula · 4 years

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Omg I’ve read some of ur fics and ur SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER! Can I pls request a Bakugou x fem!reader where he comes home angry and when u try to comfort him he just says something that hurts u. End it with fluff plzz THANK YOU

Genre: angst with a good ending

Warnings: language, bakugou being somewhat a shitty boyfriend, the reader is very forgetful if you haven’t noticed and it's me since I can’t remember anyone’s birthday or any important date to save my life

Synopsis: it’s Bakugou’s birthday, so why isn’t he still home?

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So, maybe you weren’t good at remembering birthdays.

And it was true you forgot your boyfriends’ birthday once- it took a long time for you to get him to talk to you again. As if he wasn't grumpy enough already.

And even though he insisted he hated birthday parties and celebrations, you knew how much he liked to see his friends coming together to celebrate.

Well, you always thought he liked it when you were there, too.

Or maybe not.

Remembering the last time, how much he scolded and silent treated you, you wanted to make up for forgetting his birthday, and your anniversary and- yeah, you did forget quite a lot, you wanted to make up for it all.

Since you usually celebrated his birthday not precisely on his birthday but always the day after, you thought it was actually going to be a surprise for him this time. You had also planned a party for the next day to celebrate with his friends, but you wanted to celebrate this one with him and only him.

You gave it your everything to celebrate his birthday in the best way possible, you knew he didn’t like going out to eat, so you decided to make it in your apartment.

You baked a cake, cookies, and those gluten-free shit that he liked, a meal you never thought you would be able to handle, roses and candles… and it was evident how much time and thought you gave to it, making you smile proudly at yourself.

So as you waited for him to come back from work- you took the day off to get everything ready, you were all jittery with excitement.

What would his reaction be? That was all you could think of as you waited for the familiar sound of key jingles.

And waited.

And… waited.

You had been leaving texts and calls to his phone almost every hour, but you knew he never was the type to check his texts anyway, he probably would be home before he even saw your texts.

The night felt longer and longer as you looked at the clock, moving.

A familiar lump was forming in your throat, a feeling of stinging in your eyes making you furious with how easily you felt down. He was probably just… late because of work.

At least 5 hours late, though.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat that was hurting at this point, to look up so the make-up that you spent hours on wouldn’t smudge, to plaster a smile on your face so that you could smile brightly when he entered the room.

It was his birthday, after all, and you wanted to make him happy.

You bit your quivering lip as you finally stood up, taking the untouched food from the table that was now ice-cold, and even though it looked mouth-watering, you didn’t feel like taking a bite.

It just… it just hurt to see the food you spent so much time on, the one you tried a few times beforehand so it would be perfect go to waste, without him even getting to taste it.

It would have been bearable if you just knew he would come really late, or that he wouldn’t come at all, but the feeling of suspense, to jump in your place and get ready to surprise him whenever you heard footsteps, that was the most tiring of it all.

You didn’t lose your composure, though. Not until you had decided to blow out your favorite 'special ocasion' candles so that they wouldn't go to waste.

No, you didn't let yourself cry until you had noticed they had melted, the now frozen wax puddling beneath the candle holders and staining the table.

You sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that stung your eyes.

You weren't crying at the candles, of course, but more at the fact that you had been waiting for him for that long, but Bakugou still wasn't home.

Your boyfriend wasn’t home on his birthday.

You bit your lip, trying to turn a deaf ear to your dark thoughts that kept repeating you the same thing, that Bakuogou wasn't here, was it because he didn't love you anymore? Because he was bored of you, that he hated you and that-

As you furiously wiped the tears that felt like they were burning your skin, angry at yourself for pitying yourself like this, new ones filled their place instead, and it soon was near impossible to stop crying.

He wasn’t home as you were crying either, though.

He came home long, long after that, after you had finally stopped crying, the sobs that were shaking you now just soft sniffs and sighs.

You heard the keys jiggling for a minute, unable to open the door on the first try, he opened the door a bit too roughly.

He probably wasn't drunk, Bakugou was never the type to like losing himself, his control, and his logic, but it was evident he wasn't exactly sober, either.

You didn’t have it in you to jump from your seat as you did a million more times that day, neither did you have the energy to go running into his arms, drown him in kisses-

You just lay there on the couch, your make up smudged as you stared at the ceiling, probably causing you to look like the dead corpse bride.

“At least come greet me, will ya?” He mumbled, the words causing your blood to boil in your veins. You didn’t answer back.

“Oi, Y/N!” You heard him call out, his eyes roaming around the room, trying to understand why there were so many roses and balloons around the shitty room until his gaze found you.

You who laid on the couch, looking at the ceiling, your mascara, and eyeliner or whatever the fuck it was called running down your face in tear stains. But it was the look on your eyes that caused a lump to form in his stomach.

Blank.

“What are you-”

“H-hey, Katsu.” You said weakly, almost a whisper. You bit your lip, trying to gather the courage to say the words to him. “Happy birthday.”

Your voice cracked with emotions, Bakugou felt a wave of goosebumps tingling on his skin, well aware something was very wrong.

It took him a while to understand what was going on, and his only reaction was, “Well, shit.”

You stood quiet.

“We were out with shitty hair and- I didn’t notice it was this late.” He told you as he checked the hour on his phone, noticing the missed calls and texts, grimacing internally.

You were still quiet, though.

“I didn’t think you were gonna do something for me, damn it!” He snapped, expecting a reaction, any reaction, but he got none. You just stared at him, and it felt him feel so guilty.

“H-how could I have known? I thought you had forgot!” He continued, and that got a reaction from you, a grimace that looked like he just slapped you, and a single tear trickling down your cheek. He noticed your widening eyes, realizing how the words came out, trying to correct himself as he walked towards you.

“I’m not blaming you, for fucks sake, I’m just saying that- that you aren’t very good with dates and you usually forget these shitty things.” Now that he tried to explain it, it sounded even worse, so he decided to shut up, instead.

A few minutes of silence passed, your eyes never once meeting his crimson ones, and he noticed you rising to your legs. “I hope you had fun.” You shrugged with a faint smile. The way your lips trembled despite the smile just made him want to pull you in a hug, apologize until he couldn’t even talk.

But he didn’t, of course.

He watched you walk into the bedroom, not missing how you secretly tried to wipe your tears away.

Bakugou stood up, going to the kitchen to drink some water to get rid of this ridiculous lump in his throat and this tightness in his chest, his eyes falling on the two plates that stood on the counter, the untouched food that stood in them, apparent that there was too much time that was spent on it.

You hadn’t touched your food, either, he noticed. You had to be hungry. Bakugou bit his lip that started to quiver for some stupid reason, took the metal fork that felt cold between his fingers, taking a bite out of the food that would have been the best thing he ate if it was warm. Only if he had come sooner, maybe he could’ve enjoyed it with you, laughing at some stupid shit you said.

He thought you forgot.

Bakugou was afraid you were thinking that he was punishing you for the last time. He was so afraid you would think that since it was exactly the type of thing that he would do.

Not to you, though.

Never to you.

He thought you forgot.

He thought you… forgot.

“Y/N?”Bakugou muttered when he went back to the bedroom, noticing your figure that stilled instantly in the bad in a pitiful attempt of acting asleep.

“I know you’re awake, dumbass.” He mumbled, sitting on the bed, his hand reaching to your face and pushing back the hair that was touching your frame. Your face was wet with tears, skin warm with emotions.

“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered, aware of how you flinched at his words, under his touch.

“I’m really sorry.” He repeated, voice hoarse and sincere, that it caused you to open your eyes and look at him for the first time that night.

Did he have to look that handsome as he broke your heart?

“Katsuki?” You whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek with a softness he only showed to you. “Did you rather be with them than me?” You finally asked, the question that was eating you alive the moment you noticed that he wasn't coming home.

“No.” He answered plainly, but that was all you needed to have a soft smile settle on your lips.

It took you a while to break your silence. “I didn’t burn the kitchen today.” You told him nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened, but Bakugou knew you too well, aware of how hurt you still were, and how you were trying to avoid it instead of confronting.

“I noticed.” He answered with a slight tilt of his lips.

“Are you hungry? I think there are some cookies in the counter-”

“Y/N," He stopped you. "I’m sorry.” Bakugou repeated, his words causing your eyes to water. He settled down next to you as you tried to hide the tears sliding down your cheek, pulling your face to his chest so you could hide your face from him. His arms wrapped around you, he settled his chin on top of your head, cooing soft words at you.

You were content with his caramel scented hands caressing your hair, and you face as if trying to etch it into his brain, with the soft gaze in those crimson eyes that looked at you with love and guilt, but it was oddly relieving to have him apologize.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.” He whispered, and you sobbed and sobbed.

It was odd that whatever happened, it was always between his arms you found peace, felt safe.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair after a while, after you had stopped crying, on the verge of sleep. “The food was good.” He smiled, his voice being the last thing you heard before you fell asleep, and he finally felt the tightness in his chest dissolve when he saw the shadows of your sadness on your face disappear, causing him to pull you even more towards him.

Whatever happened, even when you broke each other's hearts, having you between his arms was all you needed to mend a broken heart.

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cielcius · 4 years

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CUDDLING (BNHA, HQ, & JJK) | HEADCANONS PT. II

includes: atsumu m., bakugou k., bokuto k., fushiguro m., hinata s., kenma k., kuroo t., nishinoya y., oikawa t., & osamu m.

from the writer: these are v different than the other cuddling hcs but bear w/ me, I actually like these

notes & warnings: light cursing, vulnerability, mentions of cooking, venting/ranting, mentions of injury, cuddling pt.I

Atsumu:

he gets a little whiny when you say that you don’t want to cuddle him, so as you can tell, cuddles are an often occurrence

and it may just be him coming off as clingy (and it is) but Atsumu really cherishes every moment with you and learns to do so because of his full schedule

he knows that relationships are risky when you’re practically on the fast track to becoming an athlete who’s constantly training

and he realizes that he probably won’t have that much time to spend with you in the future because his passion and you are both really important to him and he can’t help but be greedy and want to have both

so at times like this, he really wants to focus on you the most and cuddling is one of the best ways to do so

it lets him relax and spend time with you and best of all, he gets to see your face and have deep talks about life. don’t question him about it, once he starts, you’re not gonna stop him until he gets to a satisfying conclusion to what exactly is the purpose of living in this world

and for him, it’d be to love you ofc :) but going back to cuddling, he likes it overly warm cause his body just runs very cold for some reason unless it’s after he’s played an intense game

you have to watch out for those hands cause there’s three outcomes, one: they’re tickling you to death, two: they’re secret weapons to put on your body so that you’ll push yourself closer to him for warmth, and three: they’ll land right on your ass :3 and in the most innocent and playful way possible cause flat or not, he’s grabby for you and your attention

Bakugou:

ah, my sweet baby boy, i love him so much but god he’s so annoying(ly cute)

he’s so touch starved and the thought of cuddling is so foreign yet so desirable to him and it makes him act even more tsundere somehow like wtf bro >:(

but it’s okay no, it’s not, it’s not okay cause the first time you guys cuddled he would not move a single inch out of fear of blowing you and your bed up like man’s literally didn’t want to breathe until you said he could but is he gonna admit that? no, so you’re not allowed to say anything or he “blast you off the face of the earth”

okay but seriously, he’s actually really scared of hurting you because he knows how harsh he can be with not only his words but his actions as well and he wants to be able to care for you gently in some form of affection

he says he wants to be the big spoon but if you have to ask him at least twice for him to open up and tell you what he actually wants in the most tsundere way possible

which is to be irritated about you insisting on holding him, but it’s honestly something he really needs

he’s scared to tell you because he feels like he can’t show vulnerability when he feels like he needs to be tough enough to protect you in a world like yours

being able to feel your body against him and to hear your heartbeat resonating throughout your body comforts him more than you would think, he takes cuddling as an outlet for him to show you how much he cares and loves you

Bokuto:

ahh, baby is smiling the moment you ask if you guys can cuddle, and as hyper as he is everywhere he goes, he’s actually really easy to put down since he does tend to use up a lot of energy during the day

so if you guys face each other while cuddling, you’ll see a softer, calm smile that’s just as genuine as any other grin of his

he really likes it when you play with his hair

it goes in many directions as you can tell and sometimes it even hurts his head when he lets it down for once so please massage his scalp and not only will he fall deeper into sleep but also into love with you god that was so cheesy

you’re kinda like his teddy bear

he hugs you really tight because he’s conscious of how loud and annoying he can come off as to some people and he’s scared that you might see him as that one day too (you never will bc its Bokuto <3) but he feels like if he doesn’t hold on tight to you, then you’ll slip out from his grasp (he just doesn’t want to lose you 🥺)

I'm not sure if anyone would expect this or not, but he’s a really good listener so if you have something on your mind then he’ll listen if you need to vent about it because he wants to make sure that you’re happy and when you aren’t, he wants to help you through it until he’s reached the maximum capacity of his abilities

if he sees that you have even the slightest hint of eyebags, or just straight up trash bags under your eyes if you’re like me T_T, he’ll get sad that you’re overworking yourself when your body clearly needs rest and he’ll bring his hand up to soothe the skin before placing a kiss there

Fushiguro:

i would think that as much as he liked to be held by you out of comfort and love, he also wants to be able to hold you

he has that sense of protection over the people he loves and cares about and that especially includes you so you guys are constantly switching positions during cuddling

if you haven’t also noticed already, he tends to get injured a lot in battle for almost no reason sometimes and it honestly just hurts you too sometimes to see him so fucked up especially from Todo like wtf bro ik he was testing him but still 😭

so there are times when you have to be especially cautious with Fushiguro when his body is trying to heal give him healing smooch ^3^

and if you’re the one who’s hurt? god forbid that he ever touches a single hair on your body because he doesn’t want to hurt you more than you already are, even if you insist that you’re fine, he won’t let up unless you’re as stubborn as him or until you’ve completely healed he claims it’s different for him because you heal him mentally

he also tries to be gentle with you, and he is, but he feels like he needs to restrain himself from putting his needs before yours even during such a trivial time as cuddling when he really wants to hold you tight for a sense of security so it’ll be small but the signs are there

sometimes when you’re on the verge of sleep, you might feel a little tickle against your nose and yes, that is Fushiguro giving you a bunny kiss

he finds those as a form of intimacy that feels like he can tell you everything through one little brush of his nose against yours and the action is so innocent but to Fushiguro, it holds a lot more meaning than you would think and in a way, it’s sort of his silent ‘i love you’

Hinata:

Hinata is initially a person who likes to smile a lot and he knows how to show his emotions well

but when you’re with him, he’ll try to mostly stay happy for you until you guys cuddle, you could say that the first time was kind of a turning point for your relationship

like I said, he knows how to show his emotions but it’s actually very selective when it comes to most people so this would actually be the first time that you’ve seen him calm

or as much as he can be since he is also really nervous to be close to you, and after the first few initial times of cuddling, he’ll even go as far as to tell you what’s disturbing him

he has a lot on his mind that isn’t always gonna be volleyball and sometimes it’s trying to keep up in school, sometimes it’s trying to keep contact with an old friend, and sometimes it’s just worrying about you

he’s not in a relationship with volleyball, he’s in a relationship with you and he wants to be able to focus more on you and your own occupations as a way of getting to slowly learn more about you

he really likes to hold you against his chest. he’s a bit smaller than average yes, but that only goes to spur on that feeling inside him that makes him want to take on the world with you at his side

he’ll get really blushy if you appreciatively kiss him anywhere while cuddling. as much as he likes to praise and encourage other people, he likes it when you cheer on for him as well because through all of his life, he’s been told that his abilities are limited but when you finally cheer him on and tell him that he can do whatever he wants to do, that’s the moment he falls deeper

Kenma:

he’s not even sure what to do if you even try to hint at wanting to cuddle him

all he’s ever known are virtual battle axes and tossing a ball around so as lazy as he seems, he’s actually really fidgety (you could say it’s from constantly handling his gaming console in his free time)

you guys might not be laying down so much as him sitting up against the headboard of the bed and playing games while you lay your head in his lap or on his shoulder

but he’s not really used to the idea of touch (or people for that matter) so those positions are his compromise for any type of skinship you may desire

he won’t try to show his emotions and even when he wants to, it takes a lot of energy for him since he just comes off as chill most of the time but little do you know, he’s actually beaming inside at the new idea of being able to spend time doing what he likes and with who he likes

but even while he’s playing his video game, he does feel guilty that he can’t exactly give you what you want or need because of his antisocial tendencies

it’s honestly a bigger surprise to him that you would ever want to be with him in the first place so even when he’s nonchalantly inserting his opinion when asked, he tries to do it in a way to show that he appreciates you most of all for sticking with him

occasionally, he will want a hug for a few minutes at most but if he does fall asleep (and he just might because he’s sleep-deprived from playing games all night) then you’ll have the chance to actually see and feel how much he loves you from how tight his hold becomes, it may not be the tightest but it’s the thought of him not wanting to let go that touches you

Kuroo:

your relationship is full of teasing. playful touches, quick pecks to the cheek, and best of all: moments of vulnerability in the events of, you guessed it, cuddling

in the outside world, he’s known for playfully making fun of his s/o in the most loving way but to you and only you

he’s a nerd who really likes his hugs because his snarky self can’t always keep up with his true intentions, that being to have a moment of peace with you where everything is laid out bare (verbally not literally, jeez 💀)

as cool as he may seem to everybody else, he doesn’t want to keep up that silly act around you and he wants to be comfortable enough to talk about random chemistry theories he learned from lectures or an upcoming game he’s worried about and he wants you to be able to do the same

he feels like cuddling is one of the big chances where everything on your mind goes and you get to have the talking spoon

of course he won’t force you to do so and at times there might just be complete silence between the two of you but there’s been enough said to each other that you don’t have to talk at all

he’s a smart man. he knows a lot of stuff which means he’s taking those classes where the work piles up even more and he feels like the world is pushing him down, and that’s where you come in. being with you doing almost nothing is therapeutic to him and his body just feels that much lighter at your touch

Nishinoya:

his position in volleyball is tough and just as important as any other position which means he’s training a lot

translation: there’s not much time he gets to spend with you after practice. but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna try to make it work so surprisingly, yet not so surprisingly, you guys have a lot of fun sleepovers thus, initiating cuddles

before rejoining the club in his second year, you had to watch him train himself almost to death and he was littered with bruises

it was like you were the only one who was outwardly conscious of that but nevertheless, he’d deal with the pain and hold you close anyways because you’re his s/o who he loves so much

he’s fine with being the big or little spoon, or if you want to face each other (whatever that position is called idk) then he’s completely fine with it. as long as he gets to talk to you and that you’re happy, he’ll quite literally do anything you want him to (and i mean, that’s a lot of power 😳)

but he’s always moving and he can never stop, even in his sleep you sometimes get pushed to the floor because he accidentally kicked you out of bed (he got so sad when you told him the first time💀so you never tell him that he does it so often)

but when he’s awake, he likes to play with your hair or even the hem of your shirt so he doesn’t have to move you out of your comfortable position

he falls asleep really fast but only with you. he’s not bored so much as he just feels so at ease and comfortable with you that everything that seemed so important, that it was starting to stress him out, just vanishes. you bring a neutral zone where he is able to properly rest in your care and he loves every part of it

Oikawa:

please, ask him, beg him if you have to if you want to cuddle because he really needs the rest but he’s too stubborn on volleyball to get it (how ironic for someone who told kageyama to know when to rest) but whatever you do, you can’t let him overwork himself

he can get really restless at first ngl, he’ll twitch and feel the need to get back on the court because that’s where he belongs

so you have to show him that his life should not surround a single sport because you’ve heard from others (Iwa-chan) and even Oikawa himself of his past moments that weren’t so bright

and is that going to make you love him any less because of those moments? of course not

even when he vents to you at times, you know that’s when he really can’t bottle things up, but at the same time he also feels like he shouldn’t keep it from you because he trusts you so much it’s almost unreal to even Oikawa himself

when you’re caressing his cheek and you sweep his bangs out of the way to give his forehead a kiss, whisper little words of affirmation and encouragement to the best of your abilities

soon enough, he’ll come to recognize what you’re doing and he absolutely loves you for it

in return or even just at random moments like in the dead of the night, he’ll lightly, almost not even touching, press a kiss to your nose and it’s small and short but he puts so much love and meaning into it because he wants you to impossibly feel how he adores you in the small moment in which the two of you are connected

Osamu:

this is perfect. you want to cuddle, he wants to nap, and the best of all, you’ll still be spending time together so basically, Osamu considers every cuddle session a date

if you want to go into the outside world for an actual date, he’ll shortly complain about you guys already having a date yesterday night when all you did was cuddle but regardless, he’ll still take you out

he feels like your guys’ best dates have been indoors though: cooking, watching tv, cuddling

Osamu likes the feeling of mundanity and being so casual with you that it feels like he’s already proposed and married you. and it’s when you guys are huddled in his little twin bed that he knows you’re the one he’s gonna end up marrying in the end

the way he looks at you is like the first time he confessed, except now he’s not afraid to show it so he professes his love with every extra second he stares, which is longer than any other normal person, and even when he knows that he can just say it out right to you, he doesn’t

eye contact has come to be a form of communication between the two of you and it brings him back to elementary school where kids would make up their own secret codes to talk shit about the teacher

so he keeps eye contact with you not to be awkward but to make sure that nobody else but you knows exactly what he’s saying

he feels comfortable napping around you, it was a given from even before you got together and people may not think much of it, saying that it’s normal Osamu behavior, but never would he nap with his brother in the same house so you know the moment he knocks out, he’s placed his full trust in you to keep him safe just as he would do for you

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daenqyu · 4 years

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— love language (2) kirishima eijirou

pairing: kirishima x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (?

a/n: i don’t really like how this turned out, felt like i could’ve done better but oh well :/ also it’s a little longer because i got carried away hehe. anyways, i hope you guys had a good time during the holidays and that you’re staying safe!!

love language masterlist

kirishima’s love language is: words of affirmation

do i even need to explain this?

we all know this baby is very insecure even tho he has absolutely no reason to be:( and he doubts himself way too much

so it’s not much a surprise that he loves compliments

especially when he doesn’t even have to ask for them

like when you’re at the gym working out together (he insisted you made him some company bc bakugou had refused to) and you can’t stop looking at him because GOD DAYUM👴🏾

“why are you looking at me like that, babe?” he asks after he puts down the weights he was just lifting

you swallow hard, realizing just how shamelessly you were checking out your boyfriend

“hm you’re handsome” you’re so straightforward and it takes kirishima aback, making him stop in his tracks to look at you with a faint blush on his cheeks

“you hate when i’m sweaty tho”

you shrug while walking over to him, “yeah because you smell but i never said you didn’t look good”

let’s just say you ended up leaving the gym way earlier than expected 🏃‍♀️

kirishima also loves when you call him manly

it makes him feel all warm inside

probably one of the best compliments you can give him, if not the best one

but he doesn’t only like compliments

he also likes when you show him you care about him

like when you remember something he said a long time ago or you ask him about his day

“hey kiri, isn’t there going to be a new festival in town tomorrow? the one you wanted to go to?”

“yeah, how’d you know?”

“you told me about it a few months ago”

it’s something so small and meaningless, yet it makes kirishima’s heart melt

“you remember that?”

you look up at him from your phone, your brows furrowing at his question

“of course i do”

please you just have to do the bare minimum and you have the boy wrapped around your finger

it’s so cute because he always says ‘i love you’ whenever he has to leave you or even just to hang up the phone

he just wants you to know that he loves and appreciates you with every fiber in his body and that no one could ever change that

so that’s why he’s constantly showering you in his love

for example, whenever you feel insecure about your body and you voice out your concerns to him, he’s quick to look you dead in the eye and point out every little thing about you that he loves,

even the ones you hate so much

“baby, you’re absolutely mesmerizing and i’m not letting you think otherwise. i love every part of you and if you need me to remind you every day until you love yourself too then so be it”

he’s so romantic too oh my God don’t even get me started

whenever he has the chance, he writes you little notes and leaves them in your locker

once, you opened it to take out your science book and a sticky note fell out

‘hey princess! i hope you have a good day today, i love you. also we’re having dinner tonight so get dressed up ;) - kiri’

a smile takes over your face as you keep reading your boyfriend’s sweet words a few more times

he likes giving more than receiving so expect LOTS of reassurance and random compliments

the room is quiet as you lay down in your bed while reading a book, the only sound filling the room being the faint music coming out of your phone and the laughter of your roomates from next door. you indulge yourself in the novel on your hands, concentrating on the vivid descriptions so you can maybe picture exactly what the writer was trying to convey, but a knock on your door interrupts your train of thought.

you ignore it, thinking it must be one of your friends doing some stupid prank again (aka denki and mina), but the person knocks a few more times, enough to annoy you, and so you end up standing up to open it. however, the frown on your face quickly goes away as soon as you see who’s the person who kept on insistently knocking. kirishima stands in front of you with a big smile on his face and you can’t help but copy his actions; just seeing him was enough to make your whole day perfect.

“hey, babe!” his tone is cheerful, as always, and he leans down to give you a kiss, one that ends up way too fast for your liking.

“hey, kiri. what are you doing here? weren’t you gonna hang out with bakugou and sero?” you close the door behind you once he enters. he sits down on your bed as if it was his own, stretching his arms out in the process and you lick your lips when his shirt rides up a bit, showing off his v-line and the outline of his abs. kirishima smirks when he notices your gaze, but doesn’t say anything about it.

“yeah, but sero is feeling sick and bakugou didn’t feel like going out so.” he shrugs, and you pout at him, feeling bad his friends basically ditched him.

“i’m sorry baby, i know how much you were looking forward to today.” you walk towards him and take a seat on his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his waist and his hands holding your hips steadily. he smiles at you one more time, completely ignoring the feeling of his heart hammering against his chest.

“it’s okay. besides, that just means i get to spend more time with you.” he says before kissing your neck softly, making you erupt in a fit of giggles as his lips tickled your sensitive skin. you wrap your hands around his neck and tilt your head to the side to give him more acces, biting down on your lower lip when he sucks on a certain spot. but before things can get too heated, kirishima pulls away and you whine at the loss of contact, which makes him chuckle.

for a few minutes neither of you say anything, simply enjoying each other. you rest your head on one of his shoulders while your hands play with his own, touching his fingers gently and kissing his knuckles from time to time. he smiles down at you, asking himself what the hell did he ever do to deserve someone as precious as you.

you’re so good to him; always making sure he’s eating well and that he isn’t overworking himself, helping him with homework whenever he doesn’t understand something, taking care of him when he gets sick, hyping him up when he starts a new hobby, and so much more. you do so much for him and sometimes he wonders if he’s doing enough for you, because he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his love for you.

with that though in mind he takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him while squeezing your cheeks slightly. you send him a questioning look, wondering what the hell is he doing, but he just kisses your forehead before speaking up.

“you’re so gorgeous.” the compliment takes you by surprise and your eyes widen slightly.

“where is this coming from?”

“well you are. and i love you so much.” you know kirishima likes to compliment you and let you know how he feels about you, but this time feels different.

“babe what are you-”

“thank you for taking care of me and loving me, for making my days better and for believing in me,” his thumb caresses your cheek and you instantly lean in to his touch, your eyes focused on his. “you mean everything to me and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without you. so i promise to never leave your side, to love you until my last breath and possibly even after that.” your breath hitches in your throat when you notice how serious he is, not missing the passion that drips from his words.

you can feel tears forming in your eyes so you distract yourself by kissing kirishima roughly, pulling at the ends of his red hair and bringing your body impossibly close to his. he groans against your mouth when you press down on his lap, pulling away to give you a few more kisses before flipping you over so you’re laying under him. a smirk grazes your lips at the change of positions and before he can continue with whatever it is he wants to do, you kiss his cheek gently. kirishima blushes and looks away from you, but you just smile.

“i love you, eijirou.” the way his heart flutters when he hears his first name leaving your lips it’s actually embarrassing and he wastes no time before connecting your lips again and pouring all of his emotions into it.

if there was one thing both of you were 100% certain about was your love for each other, because you knew that no matter what happened, whether you broke up in the future or not, you would always consider him your soulmate.

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years

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Chapter thirteen: Why put in so much effort?

Word Count: 1.2K

TW Swearing, angst, characters acting different, comparison of words to Vomit

Summary: U.A.’s third year student y/l/n Y/n, has had a crush for a long time on Todoroki Shouto. One day she decides to write an anonymous love letter, sticks it under his door. She confessed her love and asked him to meet under the Cherry tree Saturday at 4pm. She prepared with her friends for this moment, but what happens when someone else takes credit for the letter? (All characters aged up to third year!)

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Kirishima POV

On my way down to her room, I had thought about yesterday, and if it was really a good idea to bring this up today. As I reached up to knock on her door, she swung it open and instantly threw her arms around me.

“I’ve missed hanging out with you alone.”

“I’ve missed it too y/n.” I said hugging back with one arm.. We walked inside sitting down at the small table she had while I passed over her food.

“I can’t believe you made my favorite. What’s the special occasion?”

“I have something I wanted to talk to you about, but after you eat.” She locked eyes with me, but you could see the worry written on her face. “Don’t worry it’s nothing bad.” I hoped she wouldn't take it badly anyways.

While we ate I made small talk with her to lighten the mood a bit, more of a distraction for me. I kept thinking I shouldn’t be here. It's not fair that I am surprising her with this with what she's been going through.

“So do you think you will be able to gather enough evidence to show Todoroki that it really was you this whole time?”

“I think so, well I hope so.” She said, wiping her face off. She looked down at her hands and began fiddling with her thumbs.

“Why put in so much effort? He was easily fooled into believing it was someone else with out any proof.”

“Well why do we do the things we do for the ones we love?” She looked up again meeting my eyes.

“I guess that makes sense.” I was beginning to be a little more nervous about what I have been wanting to tell her.

“I did pour my whole heart into that letter. I mean, with your help of course, but I just feel really connected with him.”

“You never really talked to him though?”

“It’s just the way I felt when we did. I don't know exactly how to explain it.” She said standing up.

“Let’s sit on my bed and talk.” I followed behind her as we sat down. “It may sound dumb to you, but you will understand when you fall in love too.”

“I get that you have liked him since first year, but how do you know it's really love?”

“You just know,” She raised her hand and pointed to my chest. “You feel it here Kiri.”

“Ah, I see..” I looked away from her quickly looking towards the picture of us and our friends on her bedside table.

“So, hypothetically speaking uhhhhhh,” I took a deep breath, why am I so nervous?

“What do you mean hypothetically speaking?”

“Just ummm… hypothetically if say, someone you are friends with liked you…..what would you do?” I noticed her perk up, showing me I had her full attention now.

“Well depending on the person, I would react differently.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well depending on who it is, I would decline based on how I know their personalities would react or take the rejection.”

“So hypothetically, if I was to ask you out, how would you reject me?”

“Kiri! You’re my best friend as if you would ask me out!” I just smiled at her awkwardly,

“Well it’s hypothetical silly! I just wanted to see since you sound like some sort of master of saving feelings.” She went silent for a moment.

“So who is it?”

“What?” My eyes grew bigger as I began to feel my heart race. “No one at all hahaha….”

“Kiri… I know you better then that. First you used “hypothetically” and now you're just saying “hahaha”, that to me is suspicious.”

“Uhhhhh, I gotta go, sorry y/n!! See you later.” Before she could say anything to me I rushed out of the room and off to the stairs just running up to my room. My phone started blowing up with messages from y/n already.

Falling back down on my bed, I let out a deep sigh. I realized now I never asked her about Midoriya. Just when I was about to close my eyes and hopefully fall asleep for the night, a knock and voice could be heard from the opposite side of my door.

“Kiri, I know you are in here, please let me talk to you. I’m sorry about upstairs, we can just be bros and pretend it didn’t happen, but I still want to hang out with my best friend. I miss hanging out with you.” I wasn’t sure if some kind of demon possessed me or what really happened, but I ripped open my door, facing her sad eyes. I felt angry.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer hanging out with Deku?” I said, anger dripping from my words.

“Where is this coming from? Did you have a personality change on your way up here?” She asked, surprised.

“No, I am just kinda tired of how you constantly hang out with deku, if i even get invited, it's even after him? Are you in love with him too or something? Why am I always your second choice now?”

“What the actual fuck kirishima.”

“I’m not sure, you tell me. We have been best friends for years, all of a sudden Deku swoops you away!! I just don’t get it. When did I become not enough for you?”

“You're acting like we were in a romantic relationship! You need to calm down.” Her voice had started to raise.

“Is that really all you have to say?”

“I missed one hang out, like what the fuck?” You could see eyes become more glossy.

“That's not the point. You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. So just leave.” I didn’t want this to continue anymore, hell I didn’t even know where all this rage jealousy had come from to begin with.

“You may be my best friend but he is the only one who gets what I have been feeling. Being in love for over 2 years then seeing them together does something to you. Something he understands, something I wouldn’t want you to understand cause it hurts.” I couldn't control what I said next, like word vomit, it just came spewing out.

“You must be living in some kind of fantasy world, cause in this world, Todoroki doesn't even know you exist. It's truly pathetic watching you day after day chasing someone like that, when one of your close friends is madly in love with you!!” At this point tears had started free falling from her eyes.

“Out of all the people in the world who could hold such harsh words in their hearts, my last guess would have been you Kirishima. Just do me a favor and don’t contact me for a while.” With that she left. She left me standing in my door, watching her leave. Watching her slowly lose it more and more with each step she took. I knew it was bad. I knew I shouldn’t have said these things. The reason I did? Jealousy. I felt jealous of Midoriya, I felt jealous how she responded even to Bakugou the day she saw Ochaco with Todoroki. Most of all, I was jealous of Todoroki.

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samanthaa-leanne · 4 years

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Sam, hon, are you taking requests? Because if you do can I ask for Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and Denki dealing with a s/o that has frequent panic attacks?

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Bakugou:

You had been dating Bakugou for a few months now and you couldn’t be happier.

His hot-headed personality complimented your own personality well.

All of your friends kept telling you how perfect you were for each other, and you couldn’t help but agree.

All in all, your relationship was as perfect as it could get with a significant other like Bakugou.

You guys had your arguments (what couple didn’t?), but it never lasted long. Once the anger wore off, you both found yourself wanting the others company more than you wanted to be right about some silly argument.

One day as you were walking back to the dorms with Bakugou, you heard some girls gossiping about you, and you felt your first panic attack in months creep up.

“What does he even see in them?” One of the girls whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“He could do so much better. Maybe it’s just a temporary thing. There’s no way he could ever love someone like that.”

Your heart constricted at their words. Your palms became slick with sweat, and your breathing became uneven. You stopped in your tracks and brought your hands to your head as you closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing.

You heard the confusion and worry in your boyfriend’s words as he looked at you, trying to determine what was going on, but you were too focused on trying to calm your breathing to answer him.

After a few minutes of drowning out the outside world to calm yourself down, you felt yourself finally coming out of it.

When you finally looked up and made contact with your boyfriend, you were surprised by the look of worry that was on his face.

He found himself being incredibly gentle with you as he put his hands on either side of your face.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as his thumbs brushed over your cheeks.

You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded, never taking your eyes off his.

“What happened?” He asked, his voice laced with worry.

“I, uh, had a panic attack. I haven’t had one in a while, but they’re pretty frequent for me.” You answered honestly as you watched his face for his reaction.

He nodded in understanding as he pulled you close to his chest. Your hands wrapped around his waist as he held you tightly.

Once he got in his room, he researched everything he could about panic attacks and any time you had one knew exactly what to do to help you get through it.

And after he got kidnapped and started having his own panic attacks, you were the only person he trusted enough to help him through them.

You became a safe haven for one another, always dropping everything when you needed the other.

Todoroki:

You had only been dating for a few weeks when you had your first panic attack in front of him.

He had been telling you the story of how he got his scar when your own past childhood traumatic experiences flooded your mind.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, and your whole body began to shake.

You slammed your eyes shut as you tried to block out the imaged that placated your mind.

Shoto knew exactly what was going on, but he didn’t know how to help you through it.

He knew when he used to get them that he had to work through it himself, so he just watched you and made sure he was ready to embrace you once you came out of it.

You took several deep breaths to calm yourself down before opening your eyes and came face to face with his heterochromatic ones.

You let out a shaky chuckle and brought your hands up to cover your face.

“I’m sorry Sho.” You whispered as your face burned red.

He gently peeled your hands off your face, and you were stunned to see the most loving expression on his face as he gently shook his head at you.

“You don’t ever need to apologize to me for being you. Your panic attacks are apart of who you are, and I will always be here to help you through them as best as possible. Just tell me what you need me to do to help you for next time, ok?” He said with a small smile as he placed a little kiss to your lips.

You couldn’t stop the tears that fell down your cheeks as you pulled him into your chest, hugging him tightly. “Thank you Sho.” You whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed soothing circles in your back.

Shinsou:

You had been having panic attacks since you were a child, and many of them stemmed from getting bullied as a kid.

You were bullied for numerous reasons, and if it wasn’t one thing than it was another.

You had a “weak” quirk. Your hair was weird. You were a loner. You were ugly. The insults were continually changing.

Kids were just mean, and it wasn’t long before your first panic attack happened.

Which only made the bullying intensify. You were now the weird kid who freaked out over some slight “teasing.”

Your panic attacks became a frequent occurrence, having at least three to four a week.

Once you got into UA, the number went down some, and once you started dating Shinsou it was only happening about once or twice a week.

You were upfront with him from the beginning of your relationship. You were telling him about your past trauma and how it had affected you still to this day.

Shinsou knew exactly what you were talking about, especially considering how he used to be bullied because of his quirk.

He instantly asked what he could do to help you get through it, so he was prepared for when you had one.

He was needed only a few hours after that conversation, as one crept up on you on your walk home.

Shinsou noticed the way your breathing sped up and how your body started to shake. You clutched onto his arm as a wave of dizziness hit you like a truck.

Shinsou gently pulled you away from the sidewalk and onto a nearby bench as he tried to help you calm your breathing down.

“Try and follow my breathing, kitten. Take a deep breath. Perfect. Hold it. Now exhale. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” He encouraged as his hand started to rub soothing circles in your back.

The panic attack came and gone, and you practically fell against Shinsou’s side as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. You buried your head in his chest as his hand came to stroke your hair.

“Thank you Toshi.” You whispered as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“Anytime, kitten.” He answered back as he kept you in his arms for a little while longer. Neither one of you ready to get up from your spot yet.

Denki:

You had miraculously been dating Denki for close to a year now.

The eccentric boy stole your heart after one glance.

You were both madly in love with each other, flaws, and all.

When you first started dating, you sat him down and explained that you had frequent panic attacks. You didn’t know what caused them, only that you had them.

He listened intently and nodded his head in understanding, but to be honest with you, he had no idea what you were talking about until he went home and looked it up on Google.

The first time you had one he was ready to give you a helping hand. He had looked up the symptoms and how to help someone through it, and still, to this day, you were surprised at his actions.

You were just sitting in bed with him as a movie played in the background. A scene came on the screen, and the next thing you knew, your body started to shiver with a new onset of chills, and your breathing became erratic.

It took him a few seconds to know what was going on, but once the light bulb went off in his brain, he went right into helpful boyfriend mode and asked exactly what you needed him to do to help.

“Distract me, please.” You managed to get out as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Uhm, okay... Let’s see. A distraction... Ok!” He yelled as he suddenly got up from the bed and ran to his mom’s bathroom as you tried to calm your breathing down.

He came back in and had painted little lightning bolts on his cheeks as he charged up and yelled, “PIKA PIKA, PIKACHU.”

Your breathing had slowed down to an average pace as you let out the laugh that you had been holding. You laughed so hard that tears started to fall down your cheeks, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh with you as he sat back down beside you.

“Kami baby, what was that?” You asked between laughs as you wiped a stray tear away.

“It was all I could think of.” He answered honestly as he watched your body shake with laughter, the smile on your face easily the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

You leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his lips before cuddling into his side as you turned your attention back to the movie.

Denki wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, and he watched you watch the movie. His eyes were hoping to catch one more glimpse of the smile he loved so dearly.

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myheroacademiabookshelf · 4 years

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Nazuna

So, a million and one years ago, back in the summer of 2020, @bnhaomegaverseweek held an event. And, despite the fact that I have WIPs for at least four separate prompts...this one, for the prompt “courtship” is the first one I’ve finished. I am a Very Slow Writer. And also I kind of wanted to get at least one or two other fics posted first because having my first published fic in two consecutive fandoms be omegaverse seemed a bit much.

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Kirishima/Bakugou Wordcount: 4,374 Rating: Teen & Up No warnings

Many thanks to @fandomanddenial for being the best beta and floral artist ever, and @iliveonmylaptop and @sailoraegis for bullying me through this.

Kirishima Eijirou has a problem.

And for once, it isn’t the life-or-death sort of problem, though it certainly feels like it. He wants to begin a courtship.

Specifically, he wants to court Bakugou Katsuki.

It’s not like it would be the only courtship happening on campus right now either. With their final year of UA drawing to a close, more and more of their classmates have been pairing off, much to Aizawa-Sensei’s dismay. The man looks increasingly tired every time a new couple comes into the classroom, holding hands and smelling freshly scented.

At this point, half of 3-A is courting or being courted. And most of the other half have had offers.

Katsuki has had offers.

It’s not like that is surprising, Katsuki is one of the manliest people on campus, second only to perhaps Ochako. Eijirou himself has witnessed no fewer than three betas and two omegas attempt to attract Katsuki’s attention. In the past month. (One of them was Neito!?)

He's also witnessed Katsuki's response to each and every attempt, ranging from the kindest (brushed off) to the cruelest (he’d made that business studies beta girl cry. Eijirou has never seen anyone from the business course cry before. He didn’t know they could.) In each and every instance he’s ignored the existence of whatever poor fool dared approach him. And Eijirou does not think he could take that.

“I mean, he kind of ignores the existence of most people to begin with,” Mina says, which is extremely unhelpful. She’s a horrible friend, why did Eijirou think she would help? “Especially outside the hero course, which most of the idiots who’ve tried their luck have been, except Neito.”

Eijirou just groans into her fluffy turquoise and purple zebra striped pillow and contemplates death. Which is more difficult than he would have thought, surrounded by Mina’s lemon-tinged scent and all the warm pack-feelings it invokes. Picking his face up out of the pillow doesn’t make it any better, because then he can smell the rest of the pack. They’ve all been in here enough that Eijirou can smell the layer of alpha-scents left behind by Hanta, Katsuki, and himself, as well as the subtler wisps of Denki’s beta pheromones and some of their other classmates.

Mina sighs in what a more naive man might mistake for sympathy. “Look,” she says, draping herself over Eijirou’s back and pressing him deeper into the pile of pillows stacked at the head of her bed. The warmth and pressure make him feel just the slightest bit better despite himself. “What’s even the worst that could happen?”

“He hates me and never talks to me again.” Eijirou, who has been running worst case scenarios through his head for at least a month, says without hesitation.

Mina sighs again, openly exasperated. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your pack leader,” Eijiro grumbles into the pillow, getting a mouthful of fuzz for his troubles. “You should show me some respect.”

She ignores his whining.

“I should have guessed you would think him never talking to you was worse than being explodokilled. Just ask him out.”

But how exactly is Eijirou supposed to do that? He agonizes over it for several more days, while trying his best to focus in class because he is so close to graduating and if he fails his coursework now Aizawa-sensei will skip expulsion and go right to murder. But it’s so hard to keep his attention on the teachers when all he has to do is glance up and to the left to see Katsuki, usually bent industriously over his desk or staring blankly ahead, depending on the class. Either way it gives Eijirou a wonderful view. Katsuki is hardly the only member of their class-pack who’d had a significant glow-up (as Denki called it) over the past couple of years, but in Eijirou’s (totally unbiased) opinion he’s one of the most striking. (“One of” because even atypical as he is, he can admit that Shouto and Yaomomo have reached unreal levels of gorgeousness that should not be humanly possible.)

The point is. Sometime in the past two years, Katsuki went from attractive to stunning and Eijirou is suffering. How is he supposed to focus on updated regulations regarding interaction with civilians at the scene if all he can think about is how amazing it would feel to mark up Katsuki’s neck? Nip at the spot just below the hinge of his jaw where his scent is strongest, ginger and cinnamon beneath the stronger caramel smell of his quirk.

But for that to happen Katsuki would have to let him and for that...He knows his teeth are sharp, even for an alpha, terrifyingly sharp to most people. He’s spent years of his life smiling carefully, closed-lipped. Even now, with the encouragement from his pack, it’s still hard for him to grin as widely as he wants to, shark-smile visible for all to see. But he can’t help but be drawn in by that tantalizing expanse of skin. He wants to leave proof of them on that unscarred spot and show it off to the world; to shower Katsuki in love and attention, see him vulnerable and watch him melt.

Courtship basics were covered in the excruciatingly painful sex-ed course that Aizawa-sensei had dragged them all through at the end of first year, two agonizing hours in total. Sensei had been especially grumpy. (Apparently he usually handed that lesson off to Midnight-sensei, but she’d been in the hospital recovering from a clash with the League of Villains at the time and Principal Nedzu wouldn’t let him put it off any longer. Mezou had overheard Mic-sensei and All Might talking about it.) But that had been the basics and had focused near exclusively on alphas or betas courting betas or omegas. There hadn’t been much mention at all of what to do when you were both alphas. Were courting gifts still appropriate? What if he offended Katsuki because he did it wrong? The worst possible thing you can do to Katsuki is be condescending. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings or anything; that would be super unmanly!

“Um,” Izuku peers up at him, forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Why are you telling me this?”

Eijirou shrugs, feeling helpless and hating it. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured that you know him best and-“

Izuku snorts and it startles Eijirou enough to silence him.

“I don’t know him best.”

Eijirou stays frozen for what must be a moment too long because Izuku sighs, sounding very much like Mina had a week earlier.

“Look, K-Katsuki and I,” he hesitates, fingers running over the edge of the sprawling, webbed scar stretching from the hinge of his jaw down his neck and under the collar of his PE uniform. Eijirou knows it continues further, over his shoulder, chest, and upper arm. A souvenir from the final clash with Shigaraki. It’s still so fresh it can barely be called a scar.

He can hardly look at it without struggling against memories of climbing the piles of rubble to find Ochako and Shouto fighting to keep him from bleeding out in the dust, the air so thick with their distress he’d choked. Izuku’s new habit of touching it while thinking doesn’t help. Nor does the way his personal beta-scent has faded to be almost undetectable from the damage. Only the slightest traces of crushed grass and rain-damp earth remain, almost drowned out by the residual ozone of his quirk.

“Katsuki and I, we—we aren’t friends.” And the stutter, once more common than not, now sounds wrong in the same voice that Eijirou has heard rally them to battle. The voice belonging to the teenager that people are already starting to call “The Symbol of Hope.”

“We aren’t friends and I don’t know if we ever will be again,” Izuku smiles sadly up at him. “There’s just too much between us. We’ll always be part of each other’s lives and,” he pauses, looking out to the training field where Katsuki and Ochako are doing their level best to murder each other for catharsis. “I think we’ve both made our peace with that. I’ve known him the longest but you know him the best.”

And the stutter is gone and Eijirou is pinned in place by brilliant green eyes, illuminated with lightning and conviction. “Stop doubting yourself, Eijirou. Katsuki trusts you enough to be weak with you. I’d say you have a pretty good start already.”

His moms are absolutely no help at all and the less said about that embarrassing conversation the better. Kaa-san apparently thought they were already together?!

Tetsu at least is supportive, even if he has no more idea than Eijirou how to go about actually making the initial approach.

It’s Denki of all people who finally pushes him past his anxiety.

“You’re going about this all wrong,” he rolls his eyes and shoves more rice into his mouth. “You’re stressing over you both being alphas. Stop that.” He reaches out to poke Eijirou’s arm with his chopsticks and Eijirou automatically hardens his entire body in response to the movement, something coming at him out of the corner of his eye.

It breaks the chopsticks, his chair and also the edge of the table.

They clean up the mess and turn their half-eaten trays in, Eijirou too jittery to eat anymore after the adrenaline rush and Denki almost certainly the same if the small, contained crackles of electricity jumping between his fingertips are any indication.

“Really though,” Denki says softly when they are almost back to Heights Alliance. “Yeah you’re both alphas, but you’re Eijirou and he’s Katsuki. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Kirishima grumbles under his breath. Denki had been the one to begin courting Hitoshi, despite their respective genders of beta and alpha.

But still...

Eijirou and Katsuki.

He likes the way that sounds.

He decides on flowers. It’s traditional and he might as well do this right.

He takes the time in-between study sessions (it seems unmanly that they were heavily involved in the defeat of one of the worst super villains Japan has ever seen and still have to take their finals) to leave campus and walk down to a small flower shop a few minutes away. Every classmate he’s asked has sworn up and down that this is the best place for a courting bouquet. It’s a tiny little place, sandwiched between a konbini and an alleyway, a few flowers on display outside, with racks for many more. Eijirou has to step around several potholes turned puddles in the December rain to make it to the door.

The inside of the shop is warm and he immediately pulls his gloves off and stuffs them in his coat pocket. There are flowers everywhere. Some cut, some potted, some arranged already in premade bouquets but most of them either standing alone or simply grouped with others of their kind.

“Hello, hello!” The shop owner, an elderly lady who doesn’t even come up to Eijirou’s sternum, bustles out from behind a shelf covered in sunflowers, beaming up at him in welcome. He can’t smell her over all the flowers. “What are you looking for, dear?”

Eijirou finds himself tongue-tied, all his nerves coming back to him at once. “I-uh,” He twists the end of his scarf in his hands, desperately wishing he were back in the warehouse facing off against Dabi. That seems less terrifying than this, he’s already survived it once, he can do it again.

(Though to be fair, he’d only survived it because Mashirao had been there to kick ass in one of the manliest displays of badassery Eijirou has ever seen.)

“Courting bouquet,” he manages to blurt out past the stuttering.

The shop owner’s face lights up, making her look years younger, though still at least as old as Recovery Girl. “Excellent!” She turns right back around and shuffles off the way she’d come from.

“Come along then!”

Somewhat baffled, Eijirou follows, absently removing his coat and carrying it in the crook of his elbow. The shop owner leads him past several more rows of shelves and racks to a corner where a small round table and two chairs are covered in snoozing cats. With gentle nudges and a few minutes of soft babytalk the shop owner clears enough space on the chairs to sit but the cat against the backrest of Eijirou’s chair has stubbornly refused to move and he really doesn’t want to squish it. He perches precariously on edge of the chair, which is barely large enough to hold him if he were sitting solidly in it. Hopefully this doesn’t end up with him breaking the chair and crashing to the floor.That would be just his luck.

“Now,” the shop owner says, one cat in her lap and another climbing up to lay on the back of her chair with its chin on her shoulder. “Tell me about them.”

“What?” Eijirou says, probably a bit rudely, caught off guard.

“Tell me about them,” the shop owner prompts, not minding his abruptness. “They must be special to you. Tell me how and why.”

“Oh,” Eijirou looks down as a fourth cat hops up into his lap and promptly falls asleep. It’s very fluffy and he begins petting it almost without meaning to. “I-he, well.”

He looks back up. She is smiling at him, small and warm and wrinkled, open and inviting. Eijirou takes a deep breath. He fought a literal war; he can be manly enough to talk about his feelings. “He’s one of the smartest people I know,” And it all comes tumbling out. Katsuki’s confidence, his strength, his determination, his skill. The way he’s worked so hard these past couple of years to apologize for his mistakes and do better and how much he has grown and how proud of him Eijirou is. How he’s thickened his skin and softened his heart and has become someone that Eijirou can respect without reservation.

The shopkeeper doesn't interrupt, just pets her cat and listens. When Eijirou finally stops talking she nods. “He is very special to you then. That is good!” Her smile brightens into a small grin. “A few questions and then we will see what I can do for you.”

Eijirou nods.

“Is he a beta or an omega?”

Oh. “Alpha, actually.”

The shop owner doesn’t so much as blink, accepting that with a nod. “And is he more traditional or no?”

“He’s…” Eijirou hesitates. “He’s not really traditional but…” He shrugs. “He knows lots of things, I wouldn’t be surprised if he understands hanakotoba. He doesn’t mind traditional as long as it doesn’t ‘waste his time’ and, well, he’s worth it. I want to do this right. He would want that. He deserves that.”

“Good for you,” the shopkeeper smiles and stands, cat in her arms. “Is he in your pack or another?”

Eijirou cautiously follows her, carrying his own cat rather than disturbing it. She heads straight for the front counter and begins sorting through the rolls of bouquet paper there, cat draped across her shoulders like a grey tabby scarf. “Um, mine. We’re in the same classroom pack and he’s in my core pack.”

She nods, not looking away from the paper, discarding a few blue and purple shades. “And what does he look like, dear? Height, hair, eyes, any quirk traits?”

“About my height, a little taller.” Eijirou leans against the counter, absentmindedly stroking the cat he still holds. “Blond, red eyes. His quirk is explosions.”

“He is loud, this alpha of yours,” The shopkeeper pulls out a roll of pale yellow paper. “This will do then. Now for the flowers, wait here.” And she disappears into the shelves of flowers.

Eijirou pets the cat.

It is only a few minutes before she returns, several bundles of flowers held in her hands, two cats following her with tails high. One the cat she was carrying earlier, the other a new one that Eijirou hasn’t seen yet, an orange tabby who proceeds to sit on his feet and ignore him in favor of washing his paws.

“We will do a bouquet,” she announces, ducking behind the counter with far more speed than Eijirou would have guessed her capable of. “Not proper ikebana. More volume and less rigidity for your young alpha I think.” She winks at Eijirou over a handful of greenery. “Come back for your wedding, I will make you a beautiful arrangement then.”

He chokes on air and by the time he recovers she has the flowers spread out on the counter and is snipping away with a small pair of clippers. “Daffodils mostly, for respect. Gladiolus for strength of character and sincerity. A red lily centerpiece, for warmth and desire,” She winks at Eijirou again. “And thyme, for courage and strength.” A few quick motions have the flowers and greenery bound up together with a thin strip of wire and she turns her attention to the paper she selected. She doesn’t even look at the piece she cuts from the roll as she begins to wrap the arrangement, instead looking back up at Eijirou. “Will he be expecting this from you?” She cuts another sheet of paper and begins to fold it.

Eijirou hesitates. He isn’t actually sure. He and Katsuki have been close for a long time now, ever since the USJ, rough patches and all. But this? He just doesn’t know. “I don’t think so?” He thinks back over the study sessions, the hangouts, the late nights talking; searching for any hint that Katsuki might know how he feels. He can’t think of anything.

A few last folds and the shopkeeper ties a red ribbon around the finished bouquet, an intricately folded paper flower on the front. She takes the last flower from the countertop and tucks it behind the paper flower, into the ribbon. “And one sprig of shepherd’s purse.”

She hands the finished bouquet to Eijirou and punches a few buttons on the cash register. “That will be ¥5500.”

Eijirou struggles to balance the cat and the bouquet for a moment before he sets the cat on the counter and digs for his wallet. “Thank you.” He’s pretty certain it should be worth more, but if he’s learned anything these past two years, it's how to choose his battles. Arguing would be futile, he can tell. She has the same look in her eyes that Aizawa-sensei gets anytime the press starts insulting members of their class. Which is a terrifying level of intensity for a bouquet, Eijirou decides he has never met anyone manlier and he is in awe. Such passion for her craft!

It’s started raining outside so he struggles back into his jacket before he leaves, doing his best not to bump the bouquet against anything or step on the single cat still determinedly winding its way back and forth between his ankles with all the enthusiasm of Yuuga at a cheese bar. He dodges around the puddles outside the front door and dashes back in the direction of UA. If he rushes, he’ll be just in time for the study session he has with Bakugou.

He’d bribed Denki to join Yaomomo and her study group instead so he could do this privately. It probably would have been better to take this off campus for guaranteed privacy but Eijirou knows he’s not the only one still nervous about leaving the (relative) safety of UA’s recently repaired walls, even though Shigaraki was finally defeated for good almost three months ago. At least neither Kyouka nor Mezou tend to gossip, and they were the most likely to overhear something. Unless Katsuki is really offended or uncomfortable and completely loses his cool, blowing Eijirou off the face of the earth in the process. His breathing starts picking up again and Eijirou has to force himself to breath deep and walk slower. He’s fought actual villains, he will not let his stupid anxiety be what screws him up. Never again. If Tamaki-senpai can do it, so can he.

In lieu of somewhere off-campus, he’s meeting Katsuki on the roof of the dorm, a technically forbidden location but one that most of their class has spent a good deal of time haunting over the past couple of years. Eijirou knows for a fact that Hitoshi goes up there when he can’t sleep and the common areas are already occupied. Over the past couple of years technicalities have caved to necessity and by this point there’s what is practically a pavilion set up with sealed containers of nesting materials from most of the packs in their class. He doesn’t think Izuku’s pack has nested up there yet, out of deference to Tenya’s sensibilities. He’s still not sure who installed the mini-fridge though. Anyway, the Yaomomo-sourced tent cover will keep the rain off, and it is a good place to study, especially for Eijirou, who gets distracted easily by the comings and goings that occur naturally in the common areas around campus.

Climbing the maintenance stairs towards the roof is one of the most nerve-wracking things he has ever done, no matter how familiar they are. Knowing what, who, is waiting at the top....Eijirou keeps having to remind himself to breathe, to stave off the nerves and looming panic. He can do this. He can do this. Like Mina said, what's the worst that can happen?

He’s...going to try to not think about that.

Katsuki is already up there; Eijirou can smell traces of him in the stairwell, the sweet caramel scent of his quirk almost drowning out his sharper personal scent. It both soothes and stresses his nerves, his agitation rising with every step and he has to pause a few steps shy of the door to force himself to calm down. The last thing he wants is to go out there smelling like a defensive alpha and putting Katsuki on edge immediately. It takes a moment but he manages to slow his heart rate to something closer to normal and he supposes that’s going to have to do.

Did the door always creak this loudly? He swallows hard one last time and steps out onto the rooftop. The rain has almost stopped, fading away into a light mist barely visible in the air, just enough to feel like something you could reach out and touch.

“About time you showed up,” Katsuki’s grumble is barely audible across the rooftop, under the breath rather than the top of the lungs it would have been even just a year ago and Eijirou draws courage from that. He takes one last moment to inspect the bouquet and make sure it survived the trip in one whole piece. He straightens a few sprigs of thyme and makes sure the lily isn’t bruised.

“I’m early, actually,” he says, doing his best to make his voice as light and cheerful as he can, which is very, even as anxious as he is. “Just because you’re even earlier doesn’t make me late.”

Katsuki grumbles again at that but doesn’t actually disagree. “Just get in here.”

Eijirou closes his eyes, breathes, opens them again, and ducks into the tent, bouquet first.

There is a beat of silence, a moment between breaths, and then their eyes meet. “What the actual fuck, Shitty Hair?”

Katsuki hasn’t called him that in almost a year.

Eijirou grits his teeth and forges on. It’s what he does after all.

“Bakugou Katsuki, I ask your permission to court you.” All in all, he’s mostly proud that he doesn’t stumble over the traditional words. A calm has settled over him, a familiar calm. The peace and certainty that comes with battle these days. What is done is done, all he has to do is his best.

Katsuki looks down at the bouquet, then back up at him. His cheeks are turning just the slightest bit pink and his eyes are wide, his scent twisting in a way that Eijirou doesn’t quite understand. It doesn’t smell bad though so he’s choosing to take that as a good sign. (His optimism is hard-won and he refuses to give it up.)

“What the fuck,” Katsuki repeats, the odd scent becoming stronger, spikes of cinnamon and ginger underneath the nitroglycerin, and his eyes getting wider. He doesn’t smell angry at least, even though the pink is darkening to a red that makes him look angry, but he is the master of the resting bitch face.

Eijirou decides to just go for it.

“I decided a long time ago that I wanted to try with you,” he keeps his voice soft, hoping to keep Katsuki from combusting for long enough to say his piece. “You’re one of the bravest people I know. Not many would be willing to own up to their mistakes the way you have, much less try to make themselves better. You’ve only become more manly since our first year and I can’t imagine anyone I would rather spend forever with...” He stutters a bit, not sure how to finish it, how to say all the things he’s feeling. It’s so much harder to say it to Katsuki directly than to the stranger who sells flowers.

Katsuki saves him, whipping his head to the side to glare at the tent wall as he reaches out and snatches the bouquet from Eijirou’s hands. “Don’t make it sound like we’re getting married right off the bat, Dumbass. It’s just courting.”

Eijirou blinks for a moment before he feels himself break into a wide grin, every single one of his sharp teeth on display and he doesn’t care. “Does that mean yes?”

Katsuki doesn’t look away from the tent wall but the red fades back to pink as he huffs, “Whatever” under his breath and slips his free hand into Eijirou’s.

He smells happy and Eijirou doesn’t stop smiling the entire time that Katsuki berates him for forgetting to even bring his books, or when Katsuki slips the sprig of Shepherd’s Purse into the pocket over Eijirou’s heart as the two of them walk back down the stairs, hand in hand.

#omegaverse #kiribaku #my fanfiction #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #rain rambles #my first ever omegaverse ship fic #and its kiribaku #rip me #bakugo katsuki #(because i typoed in my tags for too long and now im trapped)

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Dream Girl (Momo x Reader x Best Friend?!Sero)

Title: Dream Girl

Pairing: Momo x Reader x Best Friend?!Sero

Prompt: “Rejection.” The character I chose was Sero. [This is from the June prompt of the MHA & Readers discord server created by @/liliesoftherain on Tumblr. (This server has helped me so much with my writer’s block lmao)]

Word Count: 6.7k words (this is the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Warnings: I don't really know except for maybe implying a homophobic father.

A/N: This one shot was very much influenced by my personal experiences so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly like how everyone else experienced learning about their sexuality. Also KiriBaku’s cannon in this :) Another thing: I listened to BTS for the first time while writing some/most of this one shot. I like their music vibe, I ended up listening to all their albums on Google Music.

“Y/N!”

A (h/c) haired girl turned to the sound of someone calling her name. The voice was soft and sweet, like homemade caramel. She knew that voice. It belonged to Momo Yaoyorozu, a girl in her grade that just can’t seem to get out of Y/N’s head. A smile spread across her face as Y/N saw Momo running towards her. She expected her to stop a few feet in front of her, but instead, she found herself in Momo’s arms. Y/N was taken aback by the girl’s action, but her smile only grew as she wrapped her own arms around Momo. She had never felt this way before in an embrace. It was nothing like the ones her mom or her best friend, Sero, gave her. It felt… Amazing. Y/N could hear Momo’s heartbeat as her surroundings melted away.

“You did amazing out there,” Momo murmured in her ear. Y/N found herself thanking the girl even though she couldn’t seem to remember what she was getting complimented for. They both fell into a comfortable silence in the embrace before the sound of Momo’s heartbeat suddenly started to become louder and higher pitch until it resembled the sound of an alarm clock. No… It was the sound of am alarm clock. As Y/N slowly opened her eyes, she found she was no longer wrapped in Momo’s arms, but rather the comforter of her bed.

"That was weird," she muttered as she unwrapped herself and got up. Why is it always Momo? She wondered to herself, Why can't I get her out of my head? Her face, her voice, her everything. It's all stuck on repeat. And why does part of me wish that dream was real? Shrugging off her dream for the moment, Y/N began to get ready for school. She was walking down the stairs in her UA uniform when she heard her mom call her name, “Y/N! Breakfast is ready! Better get down here now if you want time to eat it!” Picking up her pace, Y/N reached the kitchen to see a breakfast sandwich along with some bacon on a plate. Sitting at the table, she started to scarf down the bacon. M/N laughed as she watched her daughter eat.

“Slow down before you choke on your bacon!” she exclaimed.

“But mom,” Y/N jokingly whined, “your bacon is just so good!” M/N laughed before saying, “With how much you love food, you better hope you get a dream boy who can cook! I saw the mess you made last week when you tried to make box mac n’ cheese.” Suddenly, Y/N became uncomfortable with the conversation. It wasn’t because of her mom making fun of her terrible cooking skills that got to her, but rather when her mom mentioned getting a boyfriend. Her mom was always asking when she was going to bring a boy home, and Y/N didn’t know why she felt so weird every time the subject was brought up. She was a girl, she should be excited to get a boyfriend, and yet the thought of having one just didn’t feel right.

Quickly hiding her discomfort with a laugh, she glanced at the clock and used the time as an excuse to get out of there before her mom saw through her act. Grabbing the breakfast sandwich, Y/N shouted a quick ‘I love you’ to her mom before she closed the front door. Once it was shut, she sighed and let her face fall from the smile it had on as she walked to school, occasionally taking bites of the now lukewarm sandwich.

Y/N was only about five minutes from UA when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. Looking to her side, she saw her best friend since childhood. “Hey, Sero,” she laughed, in a better mood now that he was there. “Hey, N/N,” he replied, “How was your morning?” Y/N wrapped her arm around Sero’s waist since she couldn’t reach his shoulder before replying, “It was okay. Ma made a breakfast sandwich and some bacon for breakfast. I had a weird dream, though. How was yours?” Sero was intrigued by her last statement, but decided to answer her question first. “My morning was the same as usual, I woke up late so I had to run to get here in time,” he replied, “Nothing interesting, unlike hearing you had a weird dream. Wanna talk about it?” He could see her thinking about what to say, trying to decide if she should.

“Umm…” she mumbled, “Well, I’m not sure what the dream was about exactly, but it centered around me and Yaoyorozu.” Sero smirked at the mention of Momo, maybe this dream will help Y/N to finally realize her feelings. Sero was already suspicious of how Y/N felt towards Momo, but he didn’t want to call her out on it. He’d much rather let her figure her feelings out on her own than try to intervene and tell her what she felt, that’s just not how it works. No, he wouldn’t talk to her about Yaoyorozu in a romantic setting unless she came to him first… or if she did something stupid.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sero looked at Y/N as they were walking down the hall to class. “Momo?” he asked, “That sounds interesting. Now I need to know the full story!” Y/N laughed as they reached the door of class 1-A. “I’ll tell you at lunch, dork. I don’t want to be late because I’m telling you a story outside our class,” she said before pulling on the handle and walking into the now much louder classroom. When she stepped in she was greeted by Mina calling her name.

“Hey Y/N! Come over here!” the pink girl called out, waving Y/N down. Behind her were Jiro and Hagakure. Y/N waved and walked to the group of girls, leaving Sero to talk to the Bakusquad on the other side of the room. “Hey, guys!” Y/N greeted Mina and the rest, “What’s up?” Mina grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at Y/N. “So? Sero, huh?” she asked, though it seemed like it was more of a statement.

“W-what? What about Sero?” Y/N stuttered.

“Well, we’ve seen how you two act together, and it looks like you guys are more than best friends,” Hagakure said. Y/N looked at the group, confused. “I’m not sure what you guys are implying here. I mean, I’ve known Sero since I was four if that’s what you mean,” she said. Hagakure started speaking, “No, that’s not exactly-”

“We wanted to know when you’re going to ask Sero out or if you already have,” Jiro cut in, very bluntly.

“What?! No! What are you guys talking about? Sero and I are just friends!” Y/N exclaimed.

“C’mon Y/N,” Mina teased, “We saw the way you had your arm around Sero’s waist this morning. People who are just friends don’t get that close. And you two have done other things like that, that regular best friends don’t do. Like when Sero carried you bridal style at the beach because you were tired. We saw how you leaned into his chest!”

“What if I’m just comfortable around Sero?” Y/N countered.

“But not that comfortable,” Mina giggled. Y/N was starting to become slightly nervous and annoyed at the girls’ words, this was all too confusing for her. She had never really thought of Sero in a romantic way before, but the girls were saying that her closeness with Sero wasn’t normal for just a friendship. If Y/N wasn’t already confused about her feelings, she really was then, having to both think about how she felt towards Momo, and also rethink her relationship with Sero. Before Y/N could think of what to say back to the girls, the bell rang, indicating everyone that it was time to return to their seats before Aizawa could yell at them. Y/N walked to her seat next to Sero with a now heavy mind, forgetting to say goodbye to the girls.

The classes up to lunch went by relatively quickly, though Y/N wasn’t focusing on them much. All she could think of was what Mina, Jiro, and Hagakure had said. Maybe I’ve just been confused with what different feelings mean. How I feel towards Sero must be love and not friendship, as the girls had said. And it’s probably admiration I feel towards Momo… Yeah! I can’t stop thinking about her because I admire her! I probably get butterflies in my stomach when she looks at or talks to me because I want her approval, she is one of the best students in the class after all. Besides… Dad had always said those feelings were wrong when he was still around... And Mom is always talking about a boyfriend... So maybe if I date Sero, I won’t feel like I’m disappointing her every time she asks if I’ve gotten a boyfriend yet… The only thing is... If what I feel towards Momo is admiration… then why don’t I feel that way around the other top students like Todoroki and Bakugou? Maybe it’s because Momo’s a girl and so I relate to her more… That must be it. It has to be it. Because if it’s not… Y/N’s thoughts were cut off by the ringing of the school bells- it was lunchtime.

As she was about to enter the cafeteria, Y/N felt an arm pull her to the side. She looked to see a smirking Sero in the now empty hallway. “So,” he said, “are you gonna tell me about that dream you had?” Y/N jokingly rolled her eyes before she sighed and nodded her head.

After she told him all the details, Y/N began to explain to Sero what she thought it meant, “I think it just means I admire her and want her approval, that’s why she complimented me in the dream.” Sero smiled sadly at Y/N, he could see how hard she was trying to deny what the dream really meant to her. He had a pretty good sense of why she was ignoring her feelings, and he had a plan to show her that what he said wasn’t true and she shouldn’t let what he said define her and her feelings. But for today, he wouldn’t call her out, so he said, “That could be it. But it could also mean other things. Just know that whatever you decide it means in the end, I support you.”

Y/N blushed in confusion at Sero’s last sentence. “Th-Thanks,” she said, not knowing what else to say. Sero grinned at Y/N before he said, “Well, I’m starving, so I’m gonna head to the Bakusquad table. You gonna come?” Y/N smiled and responded, “Probably, I gotta get in line first, though. I forgot my lunch at home again.” Sero chuckled, “Okay, see you maybe then.” Y/N laughed before they both headed in different directions.

As Sero approached the Bakusquad, he noticed Mina wasn’t there. Voicing his thoughts, he asked the table where she was. Kaminari pointed his thumb to a table a little ways away behind himself as he explained, “Mina decided she wanted to round up all the girls of 1-A to eat together today. It’s probably about what she, Jiro, and Hagakure were talking with Y/N about this morning.” Sero’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion before he asked, “What were they talking about this morning that made Mina round up the girls?” Kaminari laughed as he answered Sero, “They’re talking about you and Y/N. Mina and Hagakure are convinced you two like each other as more than friends and they’re dragging the other girls into it.” Sero stood there shocked for a moment before his expression morphed into worry as he sat down. “Oh no,” he muttered. Kirishima heard his friend mutter under his breath. “What’s wrong, Sero?” he asked. Sero shook his head. “I’m sure Mina and the girls mean well,” he started, “but I don’t see Y/N in that way, and this’ll just make her even more confused with her feelings she’s been dealing with if they’re trying to force this on her.”

“What feelings are your shitty friend confused about?” Bakuguo spoke up. He would never admit it, but Bakugou was slightly concerned by Sero’s words. Sero sighed, “I actually wanted to ask you guys a favor about this. I think Y/N is having trouble with her sexuality. I’ve known her practically my whole life so I know when something’s up. The way she looks at Momo and gets flustered when talking about her… I think she might have a crush on her. But I don’t want to force anything on her so I’m trying to let her figure out her feelings on her own-”

“But?” Bakugou cut in.

“Huh?” Sero asked.

“You obviously came to us for a reason. What’s the problem that’s keeping your shitty friend from figuring shit out?” Bakugou responded.

“Cutting right to the chase then,” Sero laughed, “Well, Y/N grew up with someone telling her that being gay is wrong. That people who are gay are broken and bad people. I was wondering if we could eat lunch outside tomorrow and you two could tell her about you…” Kirishima smiled at the plain-looking boy before speaking, “I’m good with that! You trust her to keep the secret until we can tell everyone else, right?” Sero nodded, now beaming. “Of course!” he shouted in excitement, before turning expectantly to Bakugou. “Tsk, fine,” the spiky-haired boy said.

“Thanks, guys!” Sero shouted in excitement, reaching across the table to pull Kirishima and Bakugou into a hug.

“Oi! Let go of me!”

Y/N glanced towards the sound of Bakugou and laughed at the site. Having just gotten out of the lunch line, she started walking towards the table before she was stopped by Mina who begged her to sit with the other girls for the day. Y/N didn’t see why not, so she followed Mina to a table with Hagakure, Jiro, Uraraka, Asui, and Momo. As soon as she saw the last girl, Y/N’s face heated up and she could feel her pulse quicken when she saw Momo was looking back at her. When Mina sat down, Y/N saw that the last seat was directly across from Yaoyorozu. As she sat down, she could feel knots in her stomach from being this close. She forgot about her hunger as all that filled her mind was the girl in front of her.

“Um, h-hi, L/N,” Momo stuttered and looked away. Is she blushing? Y/N thought, Why do I think it’s cute? What’s this tingling feeling in my chest I get when I look at her? It’s warm… Y/N couldn’t keep herself from blushing. “H-hi, Yaoyorozu,” she responded before she too looked away. Most of the girls at the table didn’t think too much of the exchange; however, Asui saw what the others didn’t. She didn’t see two girls in love with Sero or Todoroki, but rather the person who sat a few feet in front of them. Asui didn’t know why the others hadn’t picked up on it yet, it was rather obvious.

“So now that everyone’s here, we can talk about Y/N!” Mina exclaimed, bringing the table to attention. Y/N looked surprised. “Wh-what about me?” she asked. Mina beamed at her before replying, “Remember what we were talking about this morning? We’re gonna help you come up with a plan to confess to Sero and ask him out!” Both Y/N and Momo seemed to become taken aback by this statement, something that didn’t go unseen by Asui. She decided to speak up about it and said, “I don’t think Y/N sees Sero like that, why would she ask him out?”

“Nonsense!” Hagakure shouted, “You want to ask Sero out, don’t you, Y/N?” Y/N was overwhelmed by her thoughts and all the eyes on her. That is what I want, isn’t it? I was thinking about it earlier, it will be for the best, right? A few seconds went by before Y/N slowly nodded her head. Smiles spread across the table, save for Momo and Asui. The girls all scooted closer to Y/N at the table before they all went over their plan. The first to speak up was surprisingly Uraraka. “So, I’m assuming you want to do this by yourself in private, right? That’s how I would want to,” Uraraka said. Y/N nodded again.

“That means you should do it tomorrow at lunch! Ask Sero if you can eat outside and you can confess there!” Hagakure shouted.

“Right! And once you’re out there you can start off by complimenting him first!” Mina bounced off of Hagakure.

The girls continued going over what Y/N should do for a few minutes before they finished. “Think you got all of that, Y/N?” Jiro asked. Y/N nodded, “I think so, thanks, guys.”

“Now that we’ve got that sorted,” Mina began as she turned to look at Momo, “How’s it going with Todoroki?” Momo was very visibly taken aback by the question, and everyone at the table noticed. “What?” she asked, “We’re not in a relationship.” Now it was Mina’s turn to look surprised. “Really?! I really thought you guys were!” she exclaimed.

“Um, no… Well,” Momo looked at her lap, wringing her hands together before she continued, “I’m- I’m actually not straight… I like girls.” She looked back up to see everyone’s reactions. Most of them looked surprised, but Asui looked like she already knew, and Y/N looked- she looked relieved? Could it be that... No, she likes Sero, Momo thought.

Y/N remained quiet as the other girls excitedly talked to Momo about how they were happy she came out and various other things related to her sexuality. She still couldn’t believe it… but she felt happy and relieved. Why do I feel relieved? Why do I feel happy? She just said that she’s exactly what Father had said was bad… But- But Momo’s perfect. She’s never done anything bad. Maybe I really am broken…

~~~

The rest of the day passed in a blur to Y/N, all she could think about was her planned confession to Sero the next day, and what Momo had revealed at lunch. Her heart and her brain were fighting over which she felt more excited about, but ultimately her brain won with the final blow of “Mom would be more excited for this.”

The final school bell rang, and Sero quickly found himself by Y/N’s side in the halls. “Man, was that so boring. I thought that class would never end,” he jokingly sighed.

“I honestly stopped paying attention to what he was saying in the first five minutes,” Y/N responded with a shrug.

“I know, right? Hey, you wanna hang out at my house?”

“Sorry, I have to do something later today, and I want to have time to finish my homework,” Y/N said with an apologetic look. That was a lie. She didn’t have to do anything later, she just wanted some alone time to think, and she had a feeling Sero also might ask about what the whole girl-table thing at lunch was about.

Sero could see she didn’t want to hang out, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little hurt. But he understood. “It’s okay, just know I’m free today so you can come over whenever if you feel like it.”

“Thanks, Sero. Sorry again.”

Sero laughed as they approached the corner where their paths home split. “I already said you’re good, it’s no problem. I’ll see you at school tomorrow then?” he asked as they both stopped walking. Y/N smiled at him. “For sure!” she exclaimed.

“See ya tomorrow, Sero!” Y/N waved as she continued walking down the sidewalk and Sero took a turn down another street.

“Bye N/N!”

~~~

Y/N lied in her bed with her eyes closed, thinking. She had just finished her homework and immediately flopped on her bed. I’m so tired of thinking. I feel like all I’ve been doing today is thinking way too much. Y/N rolled on her side and looked at her phone. She decided that listening to music might help her relax, and so she put her earbuds in, started the playlist of her favourite songs she had made, and lost herself in the music.

Before she knew it, her shoulder was being shaken. Y/N rolled over to see her mom smiling at her. She took out her earbuds to hear what she was saying.

“Hey N/N, dinner’s ready.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. Had it really been two hours already? She gave her mom a quick okay before she rolled out of bed and headed down the stairs to the kitchen, which her mom had already reached. She smelt the homemade ramen before she saw it, and Y/N’s mouth instantly began watering. She walked into the kitchen to see two bowls of ramen on an already-set table. As she and her mom sat down, she said, “This looks delicious, ma. Thank you!” M/N beamed at the compliment, saying it was no problem.

“Itadekimasu!” both members of the household said in unison. After a while of eating the delicious dinner, Y/N had finally worked up the courage to ask her mom something she had been meaning to ask for a long time.

“Hey, mom?” she started.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve just been wondering something for a while… Why do you want me to get a boyfriend so much?” Y/N finally asked. Her mom looked surprised for a split second before her expression became warm and she smiled at Y/N.

“I just want you to be happy. A good boyfriend will make you so happy, trust me,” she responded. Y/N nodded, taking her words to heart.

“Thanks, mom.”

“It’s no problem, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

Y/N was walking to school as she thought of what was to come. Today is the day. I’m going to confess who I love. I’m going to confess to Sero. Her thoughts were interrupted by the boy himself as he saw her further up the sidewalk that merged with the one he was on.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”

Sero caught up with her and they chatted about their mornings and the homework from the day before on the way to UA. When the subject of what they brought for lunch came up, both of them wanted to ask the other if they wanted to eat outside, but Y/N beat him to it.

“Speaking of lunches, do you want to eat lunch outside today? I think it’d be fun.”

“Hey, I was about to ask you the same thing!” Sero laughed at the funny coincidence.

“I guess that works out then,” Y/N laughed back, as they reached the Class 1-A door. She opened the door to reveal the noisy room, as usual.

“Y/N!”

“Sero!”

As soon as they had stepped in the room they each had been called over by someone. Y/N by Mina, and Sero by Kirishima. The two friends waved bye to each other and walked to the person who had called their name.

“Hey, Mina, what’s up?” Y/N greeted.

“I was just wondering if you’ve asked Sero about eating outside yet?”

“I actually just asked him, and he said yes.”

Mina grinned at the news. “That’s awesome!” she exclaimed.

Over on the other side of the room, Sero was having almost the exact same conversation with Kirishima. However, a more interesting exchange was happening between Asui and Momo. Asui had pulled Momo to the side ad had immediately launched into the topic she came for.

“I’m going to get straight to the point. Do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Asui’s question left Momo sputtering, “Wh-what? N-no.” Momo looked to see Asui’s unconvinced face and sighed in defeat. “Was it that obvious?” she asked.

“To me, it was rather obvious that both you and Y/N like each other, but none of the other girls seem to notice.”

“W-wait, you’re saying Y/N- Y/N likes me? But I thought she likes Sero?” Momo stuttered.

“It seems to me that the other girls and even Y/N have forced her to tell herself she likes him, whether they meant to or not,” Asui stated.

“What should we do then?” Momo asked, but Asui shook her head. “We can’t do anything right now. I just wanted to make sure you don’t give up on Y/N,” Asui said.

“Thanks, Asui,” Momo said. Asui shook her head and said, “I told you, call me Tsuyu.”

“Right, sorry. Thank you, Tsuyu.”

Tsuyu only nodded and offered a smile before walking to her seat. The bell rang and soon everyone else was heading to their seat, too.

~~~

Soon it was lunch, and that meant it was almost time for Y/N to confess to Sero. They just had to get outside. Since both of them had remembered their lunches that day, the two had started heading to where they would eat outside as soon as the bell had rung. Sero saw Bakugou and Kirishima were still somehow at the head of the pack still.

“Man, we left quickly and Bakugou and Kirishima are still way ahead of us,” he laughed, “They’re gonna beat us outside by the looks of it.”

“Huh? Are they eating outside with us?” Y/N asked. She was confused by the boy’s words.

“Oh sorry did I forget to ask? I invited Bakugou and Kirishima to eat outside with us, is that okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. I was just surprised, I guess,” Y/N responded. She didn’t want to seem rude to Bakugou and Kirishima by telling them they couldn’t be there. She would just have to deal with an audience of two.

As the two walked outside, they saw Kirishima and Bakugou a few hundred feet away. Sero started to wave and call their names, but Y/N stopped him.

“Actually, Sero. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about before we go over there,” she said as she grabbed his hands. Sero could tell this was something serious. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Y/N swallowed her throat and attempted to calm her rising nerves before she started to speak. “Sero I- I like you. As- as more than a friend,” she said. Sero looked at his friend with a frown.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t see you like that. You’re my best friend,” he said as he watched Y/N start to tear up.

“B-but they said- they said you liked me. They said how we acted was more than friends,” Y/N stuttered out.

Sero squeezed Y/N’s hands and spoke, “Y/N, I need you to look me in the eyes. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you really love me in a romantic way.”

Y/N let her head rise until she was eye to eye with Sero as tears streamed down her face. She had to do it. Everyone wanted her to do it. “I love you!” she shouted as she closed her eyes. Her shout had brought the attention of Kirishima and Bakugou who just now noticed the pair a few hundred feet away.

“You didn’t look me in the eyes, N/N,” Sero said softly.

“You don’t understand,” Y/N started, softly crying, “I love you. I have to love you.”

“No you don’t, Y/N. Why do you think that?” Sero asked.

"Because I can't be broken!” Y/N shouted loudly, her voice cracking, “I don't want to be broken! That's why I love you!"

"You're not broken, Y/N! You'll never be broken!” Sero shouted back, “I love you too, but I love you as my best friend! I know you love me in that way, too! We've been best friends for years, you can tell me how you feel!”

“I can’t tell you! I’m broken! I’m a disappointment! I’m everything he said was bad!” Y/N cried as she sank to her knees.

Sero followed her to the ground as he cried out, “You’re not a disappointment, Y/N! You aren't a bad person for having those feelings! Everything your dad said was wrong! That's why your mom left him, remember? You're an amazing person, who you're attracted to will never change that, you hear? Never!" By the end of his speech, Sero was crying, too. “You can tell me who you really like, N/N. I’ll never hate you for it. I’ll never think you’re a disappointment or are broken for it,” Sero said with a quiet voice.

“But mom-”

“Your mom will never think any of those things either! I know your mom, I see how much she loves you. Who you like won’t stop that. She will always love you, got it? So don’t worry about that.”

“Fine! I- I like- I like,” Y/N sighed and took a deep breath, “I like Momo, okay? I like a girl.”

Instead of seeing a face of disgust like she expected, Sero started grinning and pulled the surprised girl into his arms.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said quietly.

“You’re not… You’re not disgusted with me?”

“That would be pretty fucking hypocritical of him if he was,” a voice cut in. The pair looked over to see Bakugou and Kirishima standing a few feet away. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked the pair. She saw Kirishima grab Bakugou’s hand in his as he responded, “Bakugou and I are dating.” Y/N looked at the pair in shock before she heard Sero speak up.

“So, do you think they’re bad people, Y/N? Well… at least Kirishima?”

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Bakugou fumed.

Y/N laughed before responding to Sero, “No… neither of them are bad people.”

Sero nodded, “And I heard Momo came out yesterday. She’s not a bad person either, is she?”

Y/N panicked as she heard Sero ask if Momo was bad. “What?! No! Momo could never be a bad person! She’s perfect…” Y/N drifted off. Sero squeezed her hands again. “Then why would you be a bad person when these people who are the same aren’t?” he asked. Y/N stayed silent as she thought about what Sero was saying.

“I guess…” she slowly started, “I guess I wouldn’t be.”

Sero smiled. “That’s right, you aren’t. Can you let yourself accept that?” he asked. Y/N slowly nodded.

“I’m… I’m not a bad person for liking Momo. And I’m- I’m not broken,” she said, bringing smiles to everyone’s faces. Even Bakugou had a slight smirk.

“Aw man, I’m so excited now! We can finally get Y/N and Momo together!” Sero exclaimed.

“What do you mean ‘finally’? Did you already know I liked her?”

“Oh I’ve known for months,” Sero laughed.

“Sero!!”

“What? I wanted to let you figure it out on your own. But anyway, now that you have, let’s get you your dream girl!” Sero shouted enthusiastically. Y/N blushed when he called Momo her dream girl. She really was, wasn’t she?

~~~

After the bell had rung for the end of lunch, the girls of Class 1-A saw Y/N and Sero walking into the cafeteria along with Bakugou and Kirishima. She was laughing at something Sero had said. Mina and Hagakure were beaming, thinking their plan had worked. Momo felt her heart sink at the sight, until Tsuyu walked up next to her and pointed something out.

“They’re not holding hands, so they might not be together.”

At that moment, Y/N looked over to Momo and gave her a shy smile and a wave from across the room. Momo felt her heart skip a beat as she waved back, a blushing mess.

~~~

The rest of the day passed in a blur as Y/N was once again deep in thoughts. But, this time, her heart and her mind were in agreement, and all that was on her mind was Momo. But this time, she didn’t feel bad about it. She didn’t try to force herself to deny what she felt for the girl. And for the first time in a while, her thoughts felt free and happy. She no longer felt like there was a weight on her shoulders, and she had her best friend to thank.

~~~

As Y/N walked out of the school, she was stopped by Mina, who had rounded up the other girls. “Y/N! You have to tell us how it went! Are you and Sero dating now?” she asked. Y/N awkwardly smiled at the group.

“Umm, actually, we decided we prefer to stay as friends.” she replied.

Mina and a few of the other girls looked surprised. “Really?! I thought you liked him?” Hagakure asked.

“Well… I actually like someone else but I had been too scared to admit it. But Sero helped me to not be scared,” she said.

“Why would you be scared to admit it?” Uraraka asked.

“Because- um, because the person I like is a… a girl.”

Momo’s heart was beating out of her chest. Could it be? Tsuyu was the first to speak up.

“I’m proud of you for telling us, Y/N. I know how hard it is,” she said.

“Yeah!” Mina shouted, “I’m surprised, but I’m happy for you!”

Soon all the other girls joined in and were all being supportive.

“So, who’s the girl?” Hagakure asked. Thankfully, Y/N was saved by Sero catching up with her. “Hey, Y/N. You ready to head home?” he asked. She nodded, grateful for his timing.

“Yeah, bye guys!” she said as she walked away from the group with Sero.

Momo turned to start walking home, her heart still racing, but she was stopped by Tsuyu calling her name. “Hey Momo, can I walk with you?” Tsuyu asked.

“Sure.”

“So that pretty much confirms Y/N likes you.”

“Do you- do you really think that?” Momo asked, still unconvinced. Tsuyu nodded and said, “I saw the way she was sneaking you glances when she was coming out. I think you should ask her out.”

“Ask her out? But what if she actually doesn’t like me?” Momo asked worriedly. Tsuyu looked at Momo before responding, “Momo, you trust me, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Then trust me when I say, Y/N likes you back. Besides, if you never try, you’ll never succeed, right?”

“I guess... But how should I do it? I’ve never had to confess before,” Momo responded.

“Don’t stress about it too much, just tell her how you feel. You can pull her back in the halls before lunch tomorrow to talk in private.”

“O-okay. I’ll try.” Momo said. Tsuyu let a small smile spread across her normally neutral face and said, “I know you can do it, Momo.”

“Thanks for everything, Tsuyu,” said appreciatively. If it hadn’t been for Tsuyu, she wouldn’t think it was even possible that Y/N could like her.

~~~

The next day, Y/N was nervous. She was going to go over how she would tell Momo her feelings with the Bakusquad at lunch. She had slept in for the first time in a while, and now she was running to get to school in time. She just barely got in the door as the bell rang, and she rushed to her seat. Sero was already there, and he waved to her from his seat. Y/N waved backed before she turned around to see Momo. Their eyes met, and each of them shyly waved at the other, a blush rising to their cheeks.

Soon, it was lunch, and Y/N was both excited and nervous to go over confessing to Momo with the Bakusquad. What she didn’t know, was that Momo was feeling the same emotions, but she was one step ahead of what Y/N was at. Y/N was about to get out of her seat to go to lunch when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see it was a nervous-looking Momo. “H-hey, Momo.” she greeted.

“Hi, Y/N. I was wondering if you could stay back for a few minutes? I wanted to talk to you in private.”

“S-sure.”

A few people noticed this exchange as students were leaving the class, namely Sero along with Kirishima and Bakugou, and Tsuyu on the other side of the room. All of them had some degree of a smile on their face as they left the room. When the room was empty, Momo started stuttering through her words.

“S-so um Tsuyu convinced me to go through with this s-so uh, I wanted to let you know how you make me feel,” Momo started. As she spoke, Y/N’s heart bast beating out of her chest.

“Y-you, you make me feel amazing every time I think about you. My heart beats out of my chest every time you notice me. I- I really like you, I wanted you to know that. When I heard you like a girl, you would not believe how much I hoped that it was me. I still hope that. But I understand if you don’t return my feelings,” Momo finished. Y/N was silent for a few moments, worrying Momo, but soon a smile spread across her face and tears started falling from her eyes. Momo panicked at the sight of her crying.

“D-did I do something wrong? Why are you crying?”

“No,” Y/N laughed, “These are happy tears. God, I’m so happy.”

An overwhelming feeling of happiness spread across Momo as she realized that if Y/N was happy, then that must mean she likes her back. “So, does that mean you like me, too?” she asked to confirm. Y/N rapidly nodded her head before she jumped into Momo’s arms to hug her.

“I’ve liked you for so long, I had just finally accepted it yesterday, and now here you are confessing to me. Could this day get any better?” Y/N said as she continued to hug Momo. The embrace was everything she had felt in her dream and more. But most importantly, it was real.

-1 Month Later-

Y/N and Momo walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, school had just gotten out and they were headed to Y/N’s house. She was finally ready to tell her mom about Momo. As they reached the house, Y/N had Momo wait outside. As she walked inside, she called out to her mom. M/N appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “Yeah?” she asked as she walked toward Y/N.

“S-so, I wanted to tell you that- that I’m dating someone, and I want you to meet them.”

M/N started grinning as she said, “That’s wonderful, sweetie! What’s his name?”

Y/N rubbed the back of her neck as she responded, “Well, actually, her name is Momo. We’ve been dating for a month.”

M/N was very visibly shocked. She had never seen it. Then again, she had never met this Momo either. M/N took a breath before speaking, “I’m not going to pretend I understand liking girls… But I support you. I want to see you happy, and if she makes you happy then I’m okay with that.” M/N’s words brought tears to Y/N’s eyes.

“Thank you so much, Mom!” she cried as she hugged her mom.

“So,” M/N started, “When do I get to meet this Momo?”

Y/N laughed as she moved towards the front door. “She’s actually already here,” she said before she opened the door.

“Mom, meet my dream girl.”

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I DON’T EVEN LIKE HONEY THAT MUCH

a kacchako one shot

Summary: Uraraka has been a writer for four years now and is writing for a lifestyle magazine 'Tamami'. Every month the magazine publishes her romantic stories in the magazine and the readers absolutely love her work. Uraraka enjoys writing for 'Tamami' but sometimes it can be very stressful to have to write something decent every time, so to relieve some tension and stress she decides just write something really bad for a change. The subject of those awful stories happens to be about Bakugou Katsuki, her editor who she has a massive crush on.

Writers note: It has sure been a while since I last posted on AO3. Like I've said many times before I'm incredibly busy with college. On top of that, I'm a participant in two zines; the Kacchako Across the Universe Zine and the Kacchako Holiday Zine. And! I've also been working on a kacchako social media AU on Twitter as well. But I'm glad I found the time amidst all those things to write this. I thought of this during a shitty shift at work when "These Words" by Natasha Bedingfield came on the radio.

Word count: 6.549

AO3 link: (x)

Being able to word yourself properly is something Uraraka would never get good at. She had accepted that. In the four years that she had been writing she had written on different platforms, written different genres had switched her writing style countless amounts of times even after saying "I can definitely say that this is what makes me" so confidently. She had worked with different publishers, had a couple of projects that completely flopped and opportunities she wished she hadn't taken out of desperation.

The experience she gained in those four years of chasing a career that seemed beyond stupid to chase by many, it didn't make her good at wording herself properly.

But the experience she gained in those four years did make it a little bit easier.

Uraraka could word herself better than most.

Would she call herself a good writer? Not necessarily.

But she was good enough to get herself in a position where she was writing for a bestselling lifestyle magazine called ‘Tamami'. Women one and a half times or sometimes twice her age would buy the monthly issues and enjoy the overly romantic pieces she would write. If she would tell any of her high school friends that she would be able to pay the bills by writing old romance novel-like short stories for a magazine they would've been seriously worried about her sanity.

But yet here she was. Her sanity still intact, comfortable living with her cat in a studio apartment in the center of town.

Though this was not exactly what she aimed to do when she decided to be a writer, she sure had a good time doing what she did. Sitting cross-legged at her desk, in front of her laptop, with her hair in a bun that lasted for an embarrassing amount of days. Casually she was listening to soundtracks of popular romantic comedies and occasionally asked her cat for his opinion.

Yes, Uraraka could word herself better than most.

It was only natural that after two years of writing for ‘Tamami' she had a good indication of what her audience craved to read. It's the big dump of e-mails from her readers that made coming up with the next story as easy as pouring a cup of tea. Some e-mails gave a detailed review of her stories, a couple gave constructive feedback and a whole bunch of messages was blatantly sexually tinted. Uraraka had actually read full on sexual stories of her readers before. But even that helped her continue to deliver quality pieces every month.

However, that didn't mean that Uraraka could never get frustrated with her writing. She was determined that knowing exactly what she wanted to write could actually make things more difficult than it should be. Sometimes things she wrote weren't vivid enough. Uraraka wanted to smell the fields the couple she wrote about was standing in, she wanted to feel the heartbeat of the character sync with hers, she wanted to be able to get shivers as if a character had indeed whispered in her ear. Uraraka wanted to feel all of that from reading her piece.

And that, believe it or not, was hard to achieve every now and then.

Some sessions would leave her pouting at her screen for hours on end as she rewrote the same paragraph for countless amount of times. Uraraka would even let her cat walk over her keyboard, hoping that the pet would magically come up with something better than her.

When Uraraka would lose patience with herself she would count to twenty-five, close her document and would then open a blank one.

"…I opened my eyes and I saw the empty space beside me. Instead of rolling over, putting the blanket back over my head and setting myself on wasting the day away, I smiled. I smiled because I knew exactly that I couldn't afford to fall back asleep. The smell of waffles filled the bedroom and the sound of clashing dishes in the sink gave me the indication that they were ready.

Just as I sat up he came walking in the room. Abs glistening from the baking spray that managed to land on him whilst baking. A lazy half-smile of pride on his face and a tray full of golden brown waffles drenched in honey.

For a second it was hard to tell what the real meal was. I would've happily devoured either of them, to be frank. He sat down on the side of the bed and was quick to pick up the fork before I could even reach for it and dig in. The man wanted me to appreciate what he had been working so hard on the whole morning. With a soft smile, I told him that they came out great. As soon as I gave the sign of approval he filled up the fork and stuffed pieces of freshly baked waffle into my mouth. Honey started dripping down the side of my mouth and down onto my exposed breasts and white sheets. He started to take notice of the mess he was creating and stopped feeding me, put the tray with the half-devoured breakfast aside and touched the sticky corner of my mouth with his thumb as he cupped my face. I wanted to shy away from him but again he demanded my full attention. Turned my face back to him and leaned forwards. Between giggles in he would kiss me, our lips practically sticking together as he did. Eventually, his lips started to drift from mine to the rest of the flesh I was showing above the covers.

I knew exactly what this was leading to.

Sex, obviously.

We were both half naked, there was honey involved, which is apparently a sexy food.

Which someone still has to explain to me; how in the world can food actually be sexy?

Honestly, I wasn't the biggest fan of sex. I haven't even done it a lot of times but I have imagined multiple steamy scenarios in my head. When I had sex I was constantly doubting myself which led to a train of thought that ended nowhere. I would think about the taxes I still had to file or that I had to return those jeans that I recently bought in a sorry attempt to change my style.

But I could not not give this man all my attention even if I tried. I could describe how he was looking right now but no amount of fancy adjectives would do him justice. This man was looking like he was he carved out of marble. Smooth and toned just right. And that combined with the way he knew exactly how to move and said the right things at the right moment.

The man was like an actor in a porno where they hired writers that actually cared about the plot.

He was the type of guy that would tell you his favorite color and have a debate with you about issues in today's society whilst putting you to bed.

"You know what pisses me off; the debate about plastic straws. Until I see a turtle choke on plastic I will not stop using the damn things." He would say whilst kissing your neck.

He also seemed like the type of guy that would coax you through the whole act. And not the usual "you're doing so well sweetheart" that seemed to be a standard line for men. But kind of like a soccer coach. Maybe a bit stern, but you know he's doing it out of love.

Yeah.

Having sex with him was probably like speed dating your soccer coach that also happened to do high-quality porn.

Which is honestly the best you could wish for."

When it all gets a bit too much it was nice to just write whatever you wanted, how awfully you wanted. So awful that Uraraka could look back at the work in progress for the magazine and think "it actually could be much worse".

So writing pieces like these did not only help Uraraka with the obstacles her perfectionism created but it was to get those particular thoughts out of her system. The man Uraraka wrote about and had so for so times, was, in fact, Bakugou Katsuki, her editor. An amazing and underrated editor who she happened to stumble upon in a coffee shop. They were sitting next to each other, working on their respective stories but Bakugou couldn't help but peek at her screen every now and then. Uraraka, who eventually got fed up with her since his silent judgment stopped her from writing asked him what he was thinking. And it was as if he was waiting for it because he sure didn't hold back. Uraraka was more impressed than offended in the end and continued to work with him for the rest of the afternoon.

Bakugou had been editing for Uraraka for a year now.

And over that year she had developed a huge crush on.

When Uraraka realized that she felt that way about her editor she instantly decided to never confess. It would bring too many problems that she really didn't fancy facing. Not only their friendship but their work relationship would be in ruins, to the point of no return.

"What do you think of plastic straws Waddles?" Uraraka pulled the Bengal cat off her desk and onto her lap. He cradled underneath against her neck and purred as she carefully stroked the cats tail.

"Interesting views," she laughed.

Uraraka kissed the top of the cats head and put him down on the floor.

Now that was out of her system she could try to make something of her draft. She was actually cutting it close to the deadline and knew Bakugou had recently got other work he needed to attend to. Uraraka was happy people had finally started to recognize Bakugou's talent and were now getting eager for him to edit their work. Though he said that her pieces are still his priority because that simply "came first", she didn't want to be too much of a bother.

And it had already proven to be difficult.

Quickly she saved the short story and opened back the monthly piece for ‘Tamami'. Uraraka put her earphones back in her ear and continued writing. She started to get pulled into the story again which made the words flow out of her easier. She managed to come up with a few twists that she wouldn't even have considered at first but now thought they could work. As Uraraka's fingers kept dancing over the keyboard, the soft smile she was wearing on her face got larger. The scenes she wanted to write out were clear as day to her and everything her characters felt, she felt too. Her chest felt heavy, like every emotion she described.

Uraraka kept on typing and typing and eventually thought of a proper way to end her story. It almost felt a little sad that there had to be an end. She had so much more in store for the two lovebirds in her story. But guidelines were guidelines so the story had to continue in her head instead.

The writer straightened her back and rubbed her eyes after writing the closing sentence. She had now only noticed that her ears had become immune to the sound of the song she had put on repeat for almost two hours on end. Between rereading her story she tried to find a song that fit her mood properly. Between interludes, she could hear strange noises in the distance. She chose to ignore them until she heard something clashing to the floor. She threw the earphones out of her ears and turned around in her chair. Uraraka then checked the time in the bottom right of her laptop screen and she instantly knew.

"Waddles! Waddles what the heck have you done?" She shouted toward the kitchen.

All she got back from him was a single ‘meow' which she sensed had an annoyed undertone.

See Uraraka's cat could be quite impatient. He knew exactly around what time he got fed every day and if there wasn't any food in the bowl at that time a day, he would get fed up. Fed up to the point that the pet would decide to make food for itself. He would go into the kitchen and make a ruckus trying to open cabinets and knock pots over in his quest to look for anything to eat.

"Can't believe it's half past eight already," Uraraka sighed as she pushed herself away from her desk to then immediately grab it and pull herself back towards the screen of her laptop. "It's half past eight!" she yelled as she had processed what she said.

"I should've e-mailed this to Bakugou by now, I-"

Another thing fell to the kitchen floor and Uraraka's neck snapped back to the doorway. She saw kibble spilling all out of a big bag coating the majority of the kitchen floor.

"Crap!"

Quickly Uraraka opened her Gmail and formed an e-mail. As fast as her hands could possibly move around she typed out a small message to Bakugou, apologizing for the tardiness and thanking him again for his time and effort. Hoovering above the chair she put the document in attachments and sent it.

Uraraka then strode into the kitchen to attend to her impatient pet. Swooped him off the floor as he was heavily enjoying the mess he created.

"It really doesn't hurt you to wait a little bit you know?" She picked the crumbs out his fur and couldn't help but laugh at the cat. "You feel no shame, do you? You just ate food off the floor like a barbarian."

Waddles didn't feel a single ounce of shame as he tried to escape from Uraraka's grip and fall back into his food. After a bit of struggling Uraraka put the cat down in the living room. Before Waddles could make his way back into the kitchen she grabbed a broom and started to sweep together all the kibble. With her leg, she gently pushed Waddles away who tried to get to the food.

"Don't worry, I'll whip something up for you that's not coated with dirt from the floor."

Uraraka slightly cringed as she threw away the cat food which was honestly not the most economical thing on the grocery list, thanks to the king's taste buds. As she prepared a proper dinner for Waddles she thought about what Bakugou could be thinking as he read her story. She wondered how he felt when he read her work. She hoped he felt everything she felt when writing it. Or to some degree at least. Uraraka thought it would be a whole achievement if she managed to get the lightest blush on his face.

Uraraka felt her face grow hot at the thought.

She continued to put the prepped ingredients together for the homemade cat food whilst touching her face every few minutes or so. After putting the meal in the cat bowl Uraraka warmed up pasta she postmated yesterday for herself. With a bottle of vitamin water under her arm, she brought the two meals to the dining table. She sat down and next to the leg of her chair she put down Waddle's bowl.

"See, isn't that much better, mister? Wasn't that worth the wait?" She asked as she spread out her own food, scratching Waddle's side with her food as she did. The cat softly purred against her touch and she giggled.

She went to talk to her cat about everything she wanted to get done before she went to sleep, about everything she wanted to do in the morning and all the other things that came to mind.

As Uraraka tried to gather the remaining sauce from her pasta onto her fork she heard the familiar ping of an incoming e-mail. She leaned in to check the now lit up screen and saw that it was an e-mail from Bakugou. Confused she pressed the home button on her phone and checked the time.

"That's…Fast," Uraraka said to Waddles. "Even for him, that's…"

She cleared the dining table and brought the dishes to the kitchen, still facing the laptop screen that was slowly dimming. Uraraka came back to find Waddles already at her desk, facing his snout upwards. With a confused frown still stuck on her face she sat down and lit up the dimming screen again.

Uraraka opened the e-mail and to her surprise, there was only a short message. She ruffled her bangs and squinted.

"Dadada…"Are you sure this is the work you want to hand in for this month?"" She read.

She read the sentence a couple of times and every time she found it harder to believe what she had read. Uraraka fell back against her chair in disbelief.

He had to be kidding.

What she handed in was one of the best works she had written. By a mile. She was so sure of it but Bakugou did not seem to believe so. Uraraka read the sentence out loud. Immediately a sense of frustration came to her.

What a kind of question…

There's no further elaboration as to why he had asked her that either. The nerve! Of course she was sure!

"Of course I'm sure," she typed out, frustration causing her fingers to twitch.

Without any sign off she replied to Bakugou's e-mail and then immediately logged off.

Uraraka wondered if she should ask him for a reason behind the kind of crude e-mail. But she wondered how she would be able to take whatever he had to say about her piece. She valued his opinion a lot and if he really did dislike the piece, as she had come to think because of his lack of elaboration, then she had no idea what that would do her writer's spirit. Uraraka had so many ideas for future stories and felt like she could write them all the next day if physically possible. That could be gone in a second.

She was used to Bakugou's brutal editing but rarely ever did he doubt the actual story. Said the bare minimum about it but in the few words he used, you could tell he enjoyed the small world for two Uraraka managed to create every month.

If Uraraka would've asked for Bakugou's honest opinion, she wouldn't have been able to change it anyway, even if she could. Bakugou was sending her piece straight to the publisher, instead of sending it back to her. There had been trouble there lately when it came to time management and deadlines Bakugou had informed her. Had then asked her to allow him to send her piece straight to the publicist for however long they were in trouble.

A week and a half later ‘Tamami' published their September edition. Days, after it came out Uraraka, went to look at the final product.

Uraraka walked to the nearest tobacco shop with a with a tight chest. She now had no clue how her story was going to be received by her readers. When thinking about the worst possible reactions Uraraka frowned and sank deeper into her coat. Before entering the bookstore she looked through the shop window. Right in front of her was this month's edition. Never before had they displayed the magazine. And never before did they advertise it by hanging up a poster on the window, saying that it was being sold here and mentioning specifically that it mentioned her work.

She looked into the shop and saw that in the magazine corner ‘Tamami' was being restocked. There were even several people grabbing it straight from the box and walking to the counter. Uraraka walked into the shop and met the shopworker that was in charge of restocking the magazines. She gently tapped on his shoulder and perked out the collar of her coat.

"Excuse me but, what's going on?"

The worker turned around and smiled brightly when he saw her face. He took her by the shoulder and squeezed tight. "Ochako, darling, there you are! Our little star of the neighborhood, you've really done it now!"

The people at the counter turned their heads towards them. Uraraka leaned out of their line of sight behind a shelf.

"What have I done exactly?" Uraraka awkwardly chuckled.

"You dear, have been responsible for almost half my revenue this week. People have been coming in here just to get a copy of the magazine, Ochako, they are in love with your work!" The shopworker went on to say.

Uraraka's eyes widened. "They are?"

"We are!" The two women at the counter were now approaching Uraraka waving their newly bought copies in their hand.

"Sorry to eavesdrop," a woman with a short bob and gleamy eyes said to her. "But we couldn't help but overhear the conversation."

"But are you really Uraraka Ochako? Are you really thé Uraraka Ochako?" The other woman, with a pink-dyed pixie cut and very shaky hands added.

Before Uraraka could ever get a word out, the shopworker proudly confirmed that she was in fact ‘thé Uraraka Ochako'. She could only nod at the two women. The two shared a look before exploding into chattering. It was hard to make any sense of what the two were saying but it was obvious that they were beyond excited. Uraraka had never really dealt with those kinds of conversations before. She usually would get reactions like this online, where she could take the time to process the kind words and find a proper way to reply to them, after a little bit of squealing of course. But now the only thing she could bring herself to say was;

"Thank you so much."

Luckily the women could laugh at her flustered response.

"This might sound silly but can I have your autograph?" The woman with the bob asked.

"Oh me too, me too!"

They started flipping through their magazines and Uraraka looked back at the shop worker. He just proudly smiled back at her and handed her a pen from the pocket on his shirt. Hesitantly, she turned to the open magazines and felt butterflies as she finally saw the printed version.

"You know Toshiko said at work? That she honestly wasn't able to look at honey the same way ever again.

Uraraka perked up.

"I know that she means. God, I can't wait to read that part again at my own pace now that I've finally got a hands on a copy of my own."

The writer slowly shook her head. "Honey? I didn't mention…"

Her eyes started scanning the pages of the magazine and her eyes started falling on certain words that caused her chest to become even tighter than before she walked into the store.

"C-can I…Can I hold that for a second?" She pointed at one of the copies.

The woman with the pixie cut handed her copy and Uraraka immediately buried her face between the pages.

"A lazy half-smile of pride on his face…"

"Honey now dripping down the side of my mouth…''

Uraraka closed the magazine. "Alright, this is…That's…"

Her eyes started closing and before she could grab onto something she fell on her knees and slide face first across the store's carpet.

The first thing Uraraka felt when she came to was the slight carpet burn on her face. With her eyes, half closed she slowly put her hand on her left cheek. As she stroked her face, she tried to get back on her feet. The slightest movement of her leg sent people yelling and grabbing her arms.

She fully opened her eyes and saw a handful of worried faces looming over her.

"What in the world…" Uraraka mumbled. She looked around herself and saw the magazine laying on the ground.

"…That's wonderful," she sighed as she could already feel herself getting lightheaded again. Uraraka held onto a shelf and tried to keep herself on her feet. Immediately people came to her assistance to help her up and looked at her with worried eyes as she kept staring at the magazine.

"…I…I need to go," Uraraka stammered. Before anyone could hold her back she walked out of the tobacco shop.

Alright, this was happening.

This was really happening.

Her incredibly sexually tinted fantasy story about her editor had been published in ‘Tamami'. People have read her incredibly sexually tinted fantasy story about her editor. People seemed to love her incredibly sexually tinted fantasy story about her editor.

On her phone, she searched for other bookstores in town and pinned her route to the closest one. Took the subway and ended up in an unfamiliar part of town. After a bit of stumbling around she reached the bookstore and saw the same thing as in her neighborhood's tobacco shop; they were restocking the magazine. Uraraka rushed to the clerk and stuck her head under her nose.

"Sorry, how fast have these been selling out?" The writer asked.

"Too fast if you ask me! This is the third time I had to restock them this week. I haven't even been able to get my own copy yet, and I work here!" The clerk grumbled as she kept putting the magazines on the shelf.

"Do you have the exact number of sales? I'm Uraraka Ochako, one of the writers of the magazine and I would just like to-"

The girl jerked her head back. "Wait, you're Uraraka Ochako?!"

Again, heads turned at the sound of her name but now costumers came flying to the source straight away. All with their copies of ‘Tamami' tightly clutched to their chest, asking for confirmation if she was, in fact, the writer everyone was currently talking about. Uraraka could barely make herself understandable above the noise but she managed to confirm that it was her.

"It's not your usual style but I absolutely loved it nonetheless!"

"Can you please write more stories like this? Or just a whole book perhaps?"

"This was so genuine! I could relate to the main character so well!"

The writer got showered with compliments and though as embarrassing as this whole thing was, it did her good to hear that something she didn't even consider anything decent was being received so well. Uraraka thanked the readers and signed a few copies here and there. After that, she left the bookstore and traveled to a few others where things kept repeating themselves.

The magazine would be selling better than ever before, people would come up to her and gush about this month's story and she would sign a few copies here and there.

Uraraka spent the whole day walking around town from bookstore to bookstore in complete awe, feeling better and better about circumstances.

Her readers have actually managed to make the best out of a bad situation.

When she got back to her apartment she was eager to jump behind her laptop to finally check the e-mails from readers she had been stacking up in the past days. On her way from the front door to her desk, she got stopped by Waddles, walking right in front of her feet. Not being able to maneuver past him, she groaned and picked him up.

"This is one of the few times I stayed out the house for so long, you should at least be a little proud of me, right?" Uraraka moaned.

Owner and pet kept glaring at each other until Uraraka was the first one to lose composure. She tickled the cat under his chin and watched his face turn softer.

"But you just need the constant attention, don't you?" She softly spoke.

Uraraka carried Waddles in her arms to her desk and put him next to her laptop. She put away her coat and put her hair down before sitting down and letting Waddles use her lap as a pillow. She opened her mailbox and saw it had been completely bombarded with e-mails. This was the first time that she had to click the next button in her mailbox.

There were a lot of positive reactions. An occasional reader being sad that she veered away from her usual style but most people were excited about it. ‘Excited' could be taken in multiple ways. Uraraka had never received so many horny e-mails before. And it was somewhat to be expected but twenty-three emails that were not, no, definitely not safe for work? That was definitely a record broken.

Most of the horny e-mails were a good laugh nonetheless, she had woken up Waddles a few times because of them.

Slowly the writer cleared her mailbox and reached the most recent ones. When she saw a particular e-mail address, she felt her heart skip a beat. Uraraka would be lying if she said she hadn't forgotten about them for a second. A reader who had been reading her work ever since her work just started to get published in ‘Tamami'. Their e-mails were always almost like essays, very detailed reviews of the story and how much they enjoyed it. They were as honest as they could be with her and had honestly made her reflect on her writing almost as much as Bakugou did.

It was always exciting to see what they had to say.

""…I have to say I was surprised when I read this month's story. I-"…Waddles please, you have enough other toys to plays with," Uraraka scolded the cat.

But the cat remained intrigued by the light coming from her phone screen. She turned the screen around and continued reading the e-mail. Uraraka got closer to the screen as she kept reading it and felt herself smiling brightly at all the kind words.

"…I've noticed that you never write in first person. I have read the story a couple of times now and I've got the feeling that you were heavily inspired by someone close to you. Heavily inspired is a term I use lightly here."

Out of anyone they would have been the first one to clock, wouldn't they?

Uraraka rarely responded to fan mail but she felt a little caught by the anonymous critic. Curious to what made them exactly come to the conclusion she opened a new message to reply.

"What gave it away?"

Uraraka sent the message and bit the tip of her thumb. In the corner of her eye, she noticed light emanating from her phone screen again. She looked around, saw that Waddles had found another way to entertain himself and then grabbed her phone.

"Text messages from…Bakugou?"

Katsuki Bakugou, 16:24 PM: Are you around?

Katsuki Bakugou, 18:15 PM: Never mind.

Uraraka scratched her head.

Ochako Uraraka, 18:18 PM: Why? What's up?"

Only moments later a call from Bakugou came in. Uraraka jumped and threw her phone in the air. Just about managed to catch it and save herself from pressing decline.

"H-Hello?"

"Uraraka…Did I not call at the right time?" Bakugou asked.

Uraraka covered the mic of her phone with her hand and took a deep breath. It was always something else to speak with Bakugou on the phone but now considering this had been their first conversation since her story got published especially.

Once she got her breathing steady she put the phone back to her ear. "No, it's fine, it's fine. Why did you call?"

"It's about the celebratory dinner? Don't tell me you forgot to check your private e-mail account again."

"What? No! Of course not!" Uraraka sputtered as she opened her private e-mail account and saw the e-mail from the magazine's headquarters, about how they were hosting yet another celebratory dinner. This time for Uraraka.

It was an incredibly sweet gesture but, that sort of thing just wasn't for her. She hadn't been to a single dinner where she didn't feel stupidly out of place. They always ate at places that were way too fancy for their own good. Where everything was in French but somehow French fries didn't exist on the menu. Where you would have a napkin on your nap and no one would bother to explain what it was exactly for. Places where she could easily embarrass herself and often did.

It wasn't exactly Bakugou's cup of tea either. They had gradually gravitated from sitting across from each other to next to each other and started to complain about everything they could possibly complain about during every dinner. Have even started dreading the dinners before they were invited.

"I can't even pronounce the name of this restaurant…" Uraraka mumbled.

She continued to scan through the e-mail until her eyes fell on the time.

"I have to be there in an hour, are you kidding me?! I'm not even remotely ready!"

"So you did forget," Bakugou scoffed.

Uraraka could hear the cheekiness in his voice but was too busy panicking to even think of sassing him. She stood up and walked to her bedroom.

"I really have to go, there's a lot of stuff I need to do. Oh man, I haven't even thought of how I'm going to get there. That place is probably on the other side of town as well."

"I can come and pick you up," Bakugou offered.

Through the sound of clashing clothing hangers, Uraraka could hear Bakugou typing in the background. The guy had most likely been editing all day and was even looking less forward to the whole happening than usual. She didn't exactly want to be that much more of a nuisance by making him play taxi.

"Thank you but you don't have to, really," Uraraka said as she smelled a dress she found at the bottom of her closet.

"Oh shut it. You don't want to be late to your own fucking dinner right? I'll be at your apartment in thirty, be ready."

Before Uraraka could put up any resistance Bakugou had hung up on her. Distraught she looked at her phone and sighed. She didn't have any time to call him back and argue with him. She still had to shower, make herself somewhat presentable and mentally prepare herself for all the questions she had to answer about the story whilst Bakugou was sitting next to her.

Uraraka decided that the dress she sniffed was good enough. It didn't smell too bad and she believed none of her coworkers had seen her in it before. In record time she jumped in and out of the shower and messed around with make-up as much as her skillset allowed her.

With wobbly knees, Uraraka slowly walked in her heels to her mirror. She turned around and then nodded at herself, coming to the conclusion that was as good as it was going to get. Waddles had cared to join her in front of the mirror, but only to come and beg for a meal.

She tried to strut into towards the kitchen but stopped in front of her desk.

Would the anonymous critic have replied?

She moved the mouse, the screen lit up and they had indeed replied.

"You can't make up those emotions and thoughts. Not even the best of writers can."

Uraraka swallowed before opening another e-mail to reply.

"I can't deny that no. The story was something very personal yes, that most likely shouldn't have seen the light of day. So far, you're the only one that's on to me. It's actually rather embarrassing so can you please do me a favor and keep this a secret between us? Can you promise?"

Send.

That was the right thing to do, right? Fighting the accusations could have brought up discourse. And right when her career was thriving, that was the last thing she wanted. Things could easily spin out of control and that could make her the laughing stock of ‘Tamami' in no time.

It was in her best interest to keep this long-time fan a friend.

As she made dinner for Waddles she kept listening for the sound of a notification, but it didn't come. After she put down the cat's bowl full of homemade cat food in the kitchen, she shuffled to her laptop to double check.

There was really no reply from them.

"Oh God, I'm scre-,'" A loud buzzer cut Uraraka off.

Immediately Uraraka jolted and rushed to the door.

That had to be Bakugou.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened her stance before opening the door.

"You didn't have to come u-"

"I promise."

Uraraka blinked at the guy standing in the hallway. In response, she laughed and shook her head.

"You what?"

Bakugou pushed past her into her apartment and went to lean against the wall opposite her.

"I said I promise. I can promise to keep it a secret between us," he elaborated.

A moment of silence past between them, which was eventually broken by hysterical laughter from Uraraka.

This was something she couldn't comprehend. This was some sort of joke her brain just couldn't process. As she kept laughing she pointed back at her laptop.

"So you're telling me that…that you're…" Uraraka hiccupped.

She couldn't even finish her sentence without bursting into laughter again. Fell against the wall opposite Bakugou as she grabbed her stomach that was starting to ache.

Through her tears, she saw Bakugou cocking his brow. Gradually the writer collected herself and stopped laughing. She took a good look at Bakugou and then her face went blank.

"Wait, are you serious?

Bakugou gestured at his face. "I'm not exactly laughing my ass off am I?"

"Oh…Now if you could excuse me…"

Uraraka felt herself getting weak at the knees and prepared herself for another fall. As her eyes closed an arm went around her waist and a tug at her wrist. The sudden touch caused her eyes to shoot back open.

"Fucking hell, you're something else," Bakugou groaned.

He put her right back up, kept his arm around her waist. Uraraka's eyes darted from his arm to his face which was suddenly incredibly close to hers.

"You know I don't even like honey that much," he complained.

"Really?" Uraraka said genuinely baffled, she figured anyone would like honey on their waffles after all.

"But would do you like then?" She asked.

"Take a guess," he made his voice low, eyes flicking from her eyes to her mouth.

As he leaned in Uraraka held her breath.

"Oh God, this is happening," she murmured.

Bakugou opened his eyes and glared at her.

"Sorry."

Uraraka closed her eyes and through her lashes, she saw Bakugou smile before putting his lips on hers. Their mouths started to part and her breath hitched.

She had written about Bakugou kissing her countless amount of times. But none of that compared to the way he was kissing her there and then. She didn't expect it to live up to her fantasy, no, to be even better than her fantasy.

Uraraka's arms curled around his neck and she smiled against his lips. Steadily she slowed down the pace of the kiss and pulled away from his touch.

"But seriously, what do you like?"

"Syrup over honey, any fucking day."

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katsukiboom · 6 years

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is it okay to request a scenario of bakugou really hurting his fem!s/o's feelings one day? you can decide what to do or where to take it ^^ i'm just in for the angst! you can also decide the ending! suspense is the best 😂 you're an amazing writer btw!

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Thank you so much my dude! I went with the old angsty ways to make this a cheating story, so if you’re not up for cheating!bakugou you have been warned! I hope you like it

It had been a long enough day for both Katsuki and you, the last day before the holidays at both your new workplaces tiring you from every side possible until you had barely any energy for dinner. Your shared apartment was closest to your agency while Katsuki’s was an hour away, meaning he always came home right after you had your shower before going to bed. You waited until he finished dinner and talked about your days, what had happened and the things you did, and then after he showered too you went to bed together, the other’s company being the best way to end the exhausting week that had both of you going crazy.

It was 2 a.m. when you heard it at first.

A faint buzzing noise that you tried to drown out by burying your face even more against your fast asleep boyfriend’s side but that ultimately woke you up, much to your exasperation. You looked around with a half-asleep, half-angry expression, separating your body from Katsuki’s warmth, and then you sat up, locating the source of the noise being his phone. You believed it to be work and were more than eager to tell whoever was calling everything that was running through your mind at that moment, from cursing to saying that it wasn’t a good time to call.

Groggily standing up and walking to his side of the bed, you picked up his phone while letting out a yawn that saw itself being interrupted as you looked at the little screen in front of you, the face of a girl unknown to you smiling at you in the contact photo. The number wasn’t one you knew and it definitely wasn’t one that he had saved, so even if your heart told you to leave it, to go back to sleep and that everything would be okay, you went to the other side of the door and took a deep breath before picking up, not trying to jump to any conclusions, but the voice on the other side would quickly prove you right.

“Katsuki-kun~,” a girlish voice called from the other side, making your blood freeze inside - you felt a knot in your stomach starting to form, but then she kept on talking, not even caring to hear anything from your side. “I know you told me to wait until late but how long will it be until I get to see you again? I want to repeat what we did the other day at the hotel, I miss you so much.”

The hotel? You tried to think for a quick second and then remembered that just the past week he had told you he would come home really late due to a meeting for dinner with the boss of an important international agency, asking you to not wait for him as he didn’t know when it would end. You felt every bit of rage you had in you coming together, a dark monster that now occupied your whole mind as you suppressed the need to cry. “W-who is this?” you asked, finally finding your voice to speak; you saw Katsuki moving to the side under the sheets just a bit, and then you thought of something to do. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong number.” Your voice was loud enough to get him to groan, and as he opened his eyes and sat up you heard the woman kept on talking.

“Oh, you’re (y/n), right? I’m Rika.” There was not even the slightest hint of embarrassment in her tone, which in turn enraged you even more as you saw Katsuki sitting up, his eyes scanning the room until he found you, standing by the door with a phone in your ear - his gaze quickly went to his nightstand and then back to you once he understood what was really going on, his expression going from sleepy to angry in a matter of seconds. You wished he could feel the heartbreak you did, the betrayal and disappointment that now weighed your entire world down, but you had to show him just how strong you were willing to be; you pressed the loudspeaker on the phone, which only made his eyes grow wider as he listened. “Katsuki-kun told me a bit about you, he told me about how his girlfriend was just being bitchy all the time, not appreciating him for who he really was, so I’m doing what you can’t do, sweetie - you should be happy I’m keeping your man content for you.”

Despite your every attempt, your eyes filled with tears with every word the girl named Rika said, and your stare was fixed on your boyfriend’s as you tried your best to decipher just what the hell was going through his head. “So, from what I understand, you’re kind of like his mistress, is that what you’re telling me? Do you know just how many does he have?”

“I don’t care about if he has others, and I don’t care about you.” Her words were filled with ill intent; maybe she was aware that Katsuki was listening, you couldn’t be sure, but when she added something again, that was the last straw for you. “Now go be a good girl and tell your man I’ll be meeting him tomorrow if you have already gotten the hell out of his life by then, I miss having him between my legs.”

And you didn’t even mind to reply and you didn’t mind about Katsuki’s yell as you smashed his phone on the floor, shards of the plastic flying around as you saw the screen turning off completely, never to be used again. Turning around, you heard him getting out of bed but before he could reach you you opened the door and started walking towards the living room, your cheeks red with anger and a few tears escaping from your eyes and falling onto your shirt.

“Come back here!” you heard him yell, and you were sure the neighbours would give you shit about the noises the next day, but you didn’t care. Turning around, you saw him approaching you, his smoking fists balled up to his sides and the angriest, just nastiest expression on his face - you were brave though, and with only a stare he felt himself go stiff, his body unable to move in the worst position he had been stuck in. “Don’t you dare use your Quirk on me, you shitty girl!”

The nickname he had before used lovingly in his own way now held so much disgust it was incredible, and you wished your ability could also making him shut up. “What are you going to do, Bakugou?” He scoffed when he heard your tone, and you could see that there was a glint of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. You couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him though, both your body and your mind getting even more tired with each passing second. “Are you going to take someone else to bed again? Are you going to be a fucking liar again? Telling me that you love me and making me wait for you every day while you’re out there, putting your dick into everyone who allows it; what kind of life is that for me? If they’re better than me just say so, and I’ll gladly go.”

“They are so much better than you, you wouldn’t believe it.”

That was the last thing you had to hear to completely break down, and as you felt your heart ripping in two you walked up to him and quickly raised your fist and brought it down after a moment of hesitation, your knuckles meeting his cheek and nose as you punched his face with all the strength you had left in you. “Don’t try to fucking find me - I’ll take the car, you can do whatever the fuck you want next. Good luck getting out of this one though, because I won’t revert it.”

You thought you saw his expression falter for a moment as you said that but you couldn’t care, you just couldn’t - the one person you had put your whole trust and heart in was gone, replaced by just the shell of a broken man who just seeked carnal loving instead of something deeper. You understood now, and the realization that you were probably nothing more than just a pawn in a bigger scheme made you shudder as you exited the apartment, the cold of the night embracing you better than you knew he could have.

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‘POISON ME DADDY’

a kacchako drabble, but also not really

Summary: Uraraka, an aspiring musical enthusiast, runs away from home to chase her dreams and audition for one of the biggest musicals in the country. As she takes one of the first buses to out of town she meets Bakugou, a drummer who has recently left his band and is on his way to somewhere.

Writers note: I'm back from vacation! Though it was really nice meeting two of my best internet friends I did miss writing every day. Whilst I was in Paris, my favorite band The 1975, decided to drop a new song called: Love It If We Made It. Amazing song, I would recommend you to listen to it, especially when reading this fic.

Anyways when I heard this I immediately felt something and I knew I had to write something that suited the vibe it gave me. Very self-insert I know. But it's been a while since I wrote anything I really wanted to write. So yeah, I've gone and did it and I decided to title this work to a line from my favorite verse from the song:

“And poison me daddy I got the Jones right through my bones Write it on a piece of stone A beach of drowning 3 year olds Rest in peace Lil Peep The poetry is in the streets Jesus save us! Modernity has failed us”

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Word count: 6.848

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Uraraka couldn't believe she was hungry already. She had hoped getting a ticket for so early in the morning would stall her stomach demanding for food so early on in the trip. But alas, her stomach had started twisting in knots and let out noises of frustration just after checking-in.

She couldn't exactly blame her stomach for asking for food only six hours into the day. At this hour Uraraka would usually be woken up by the smell of a widespread breakfast being cooked by her father. In the early morning, he would prepare himself a bulky breakfast before heading off to a long day of work and leaving most of it for his wife and daughter to enjoy as soon as they woke up. It was hard to stay in bed when the smell of the well-known ‘Uraraka Omelette' seeped through her door and she would find herself at the kitchen table with her dad, trying to fight off sleep as they enjoyed their food together.

But today her breakfast was a granola bar she found at the bottom of her travel bag. Something she most likely shouldn't eat, since she had no indication of how long it had been laying there. Being extremely hungry was undoubtedly better than throwing up the small content of her stomach that would consist of a granola bar gone bad.

Near the check-in was a shop, a small market or some sorts. Uraraka had peeked inside and saw that besides the usual travel necessities, crisps and sweets they also had something that actually could serve as breakfast. She watched freshly baked chocolate rolls being handed over the counter like it was the new big thing. The scent flew out of the shop into the open and was starting to dominate the brisk morning air. It had her watering at the mouth and smacking her lips.

The longer she stood staring the more upset her stomach got. Uraraka put a hand over it, rubbing it in small circles in an attempt to calm it down. As someone walked right past her nose with yet another chocolate roll, she clenched her fist.

It would be really nice to get one. But that would mean she would have to look for a different hostel, essentially downgrading. And that would practically mean sleeping in a box on the street. With a huff, she turned around on her heels and walked away from the shop. Who knew she would already be angry with herself? Already beating herself up over the decision to leave home as soon as she just had enough money. Had she focused more on money instead of practicing she wouldn't even have to think twice about buying a stupid pastry.

In the end, it wasn't worth digging nails in the skin over. Uraraka could have seen this coming from the moment she decided on the date. But she had to leave the place. Staying there for more than a second would have made her feel sicker than this empty stomach of hers. She hated it so much. How her home made her feel empty as a shell. It made her feel so unhappy to the point she was willing to do the thing she feared the most; being on her own.

Uraraka didn't tell her mother, she didn't tell her father. She didn't tell a single soul. Without a single goodbye, she walked herself to a bus stop out of town and bought a bus ticket. With a boarding pass and a bag with a couple of clothes and other necessities in her hand, she stood among a few tourists. Close as she could be, she stood next to them, trying to avoid the mischievous looks from the homeless that had been circling the area.

She tried to tell herself to not be scared. She had no right to be scared. This is what she wanted. This is what she actively decided to do. And who was she to judge those people anyway? She had been raised better. Not every stranger roaming around the street was out to get you. Though they kept making eye contact with her and winking, flashing their dangling yellow teeth at her, it didn't have to mean anything.

She didn't have to zip up her coat or hide behind one of the largest men among the group of tourists. Uraraka didn't have to, but she still did.

Uraraka practically cradled against the man's back as a homeless man made his way onto the sidewalk, trying to whistle at her. The broken notes of a wolf whistle she tried to block out by squeezing one eye shut. If she didn't move, if she didn't show how shaky her breath was then maybe the homeless man would back down. Or maybe if she pushed into the tourist's back, he would say something about it, which seemed more likely.

At first.

Like a kid, huddling to their parent when meeting a stranger she stayed close to the man but he didn't say a thing. A few times he turned around and he did not have the friendliest of faces on. If he wasn't going to speak up, was anyone going to? Was no one seeing this? Was no one worried for the obvious youngest woman in the group?

She had no right to be scared. This is what she wanted. Yes. But Uraraka would've appreciated a little bit of empathy, an ounce of concern.

If someone would just speak up, she would have some faith for the rest of the journey. That she wasn't only going to encounter people that gave less than two shits about her. That she would be fine. The chances of her getting hurt were smaller than she thought because there would always be at least someone…

Right?

The whistling came closer and closer and right before she tugged at the strap of the man's shoulder bag a bus pulled up to the stop. The girl jolted and immediately she made her way to the bus. Almost standing on the parking spot Uraraka waited for the bus the park. The other travelers started gathering behind her. At last, she could let go of her breath as she saw the homeless scatter away from the enormous vehicle.

Uraraka shuffled away from the big, bright headlights and trickled in front of the door, waiting for it to open. A loud puff of air escaped the bus and it leveled with the sidewalk. The bus driver opened the door and without saying a word he opened the luggage room. Confused the non-native speakers walked towards the room and waited for someone to help them with the luggage. The bus driver just stood in front of his door and yawned at the people, with no indication whatsoever to help anyone with their bag.

She watched along with him, how the people slowly started understanding what was going on. Grumbling and spouting unknown curses under their breath whilst they shove their luggage under the bus.

"This doesn't really need to be under there, can I just get in?" Uraraka asked the bus driver.

His eyes shifted from her to the bag, slowly he closed them and nodded. The girl let out a relieved sigh and handed the boarding pass to him before heading in.

It was more crowded than she expected it to be. Almost every seat at the front of the bus was filled. Sleepy heads leaning against curtains or shoulders. Open mouths and light snores.

Scared to wake anyone up Uraraka shuffled past the first couple of rows. The travelers were either traveling with someone or didn't want to and made it clear by putting all their belongings on the seat next to them.

Surely, the company couldn't have made a mistake? Sold tickets for seats that didn't exist?

As Uraraka started approaching the back of the bus she got nervous. But then in the faint yellow lighting, she spotted two seats. She picked up the pace, as people were starting to walk up behind her and would without a doubt push past her if she wasted their time. Careful to not get her bag caught she rushed up to the seats and saw that it was

A seat.

The window seat she was hoping to get was occupied by a guy slouched over in his seat. With his arms crossed and his head hanging forward he lightly snored. Uraraka tried to make herself light as feathers when placing herself next to him. She put her bag between her feet and took off her coat. Every now and then she would check on the guy, and every time she checked he would still be in a deep slumber. After making herself a little more comfortable Uraraka couldn't help but snicker a little at the passenger next to her.

Wearing an oversized denim jacket, over a hoodie that he propped up and tied tightly around his neck. His butt so close to the edge of his seat it made her a little nervous, neck in a worrying position. The boy looked rough. The shadows that cast on his face didn't reveal much, but you could just tell he had one hell of a night behind him.

Uraraka pushed herself closer to the middle armrest as the tourist passed her with their arms full of bags. She could feel the rhythm of the boy's breath against her arm. It was so slow. What had he been through before he got on this bus? It must be a hell of a journey because if you didn't pay proper attention to him, you would think he was dead.

When everyone was seated a loud sound of static filled the room, followed by white noise. Around the bus, heads started lifting up and turning around. After a moment of radio silence, the voice of the bus driver sounded through the intercom. Louder than anyone anticipated, louder than favored at this hour.

It woke the boy next to her up it was that roaring. He shot up cursing and grabbed onto the window curtain and his seat, lifting himself back up his chair. With the back of his hand, he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and then slid it over his squinting eye. After he calmed himself down, he looked over to his right and looked her right in the eye.

"That seat is taken." He mumbled in a low voice.

Uraraka frowned. "Excuse me?"

"It's taken." He repeated.

The heart rate of Uraraka sped up and she looked around the bus that was full and already on the move.

"I-is there someone on the t-toilet that's supposed to be sitting here?" She asks as she peers at where the toilet is located.

The guy rubs his other with his thumbs and groans. "Lift your ass."

"Erm?"

"Just stand up!" he raised his voice at her.

With a throat thick with saliva she couldn't bring it to defend herself against the sudden rude manner of the passenger. With no real aim, she moved. Did what she was told and lifted herself off the seat. As she tried to swallow down the thickness in her throat, she grabbed her coat from the seat. She wanted to move away to the back of the bus, see if she could squeeze herself in between people but Uraraka was held back by a tug at the sleeve of her coat.

"Where the fuck are my drumsticks?"

"Your what?"

The guy stared at the empty seat and then back at her. When he saw that she really didn't have a clue what he was talking about he ran his hands over his head. Pulling down the hood he revealed his sand blond, spiky hairdo that managed to stay contained inside of there.

"Fuck! I knew I couldn't trust anyone in this fucking bus. Those were expensive sticks as well. I just got those motherfuckers. I swear to God I will-"

The blond guy went on a tangent, completely ignoring Uraraka who awkwardly stood the hallway, and the people in the bus, who were all trying to get some sleep. Not sure what to do, Uraraka crouched next to her chair and placed her hands on the floor.

"-shake every bastard around until I get back what's mine. They could kick me off the fucking bus if they wanted to, I don't care. No one messes with-!"

"Your sticks?"

Uraraka took her head from beneath the seat in front of them and stuck a pair of drumsticks in the air. She made her way out of the tiny space and sat back down next to him.

"They must've slid off the seat when the bus made a sharp turn or something."

The boy who had fallen silent the moment he saw the wooden sticks, looked at her with wide eyes. Like a child that had been surprised with something he long wished for he looked at the pair. Uraraka stretched her hand out further towards him and gestured for him to take them. His lit up face, slowly turned sour as he also started realizing that was more commotion than needed. He yanked the drumsticks from her hand and sank back in his seat.

"You shouldn't leave you sticks on an empty seat in a crowded bus like that next time."

"And you should ask if a seat is taken instead of just sitting down." He said whilst putting his sticks in the pouch of his hoodie.

Uraraka perked up in offense and turned to him. "Hey! You were sleeping, so was I just suppo-!"

Before she could finish her sentence she was abruptly interrupted by a loud shush coming from the split in between the seats in front of them. Angry eyes went back and forth between the teens. Whilst the boy rolled his eyes at the bothered traveler, Uraraka held on to her jacket and hid her face in the fur attached to the hood.

Both of them didn't say a word for a while, the guy had even turned himself away from her and leaned against the window. Uraraka could've done the same, turned towards the aisle and listened to music for four hours straight, but he bugged her. Words that were no longer relevant wanted to come out and waited in the starting blocks of the tip of her tongue. Strongly she bit down, trying to hold back the thought. But before she knew it she was already lifting her lips from each other. Sliding her feet and pointing them to the left, turning her head and taking in a deep breath.

"You should take better care of your instruments." She whispered.

The guy lifted his chin from the palm of his hand and snorted.

"Oh please, what the fuck do you know about taking care of instruments?"

Uraraka laid a hand on her throat. "I'm doing it right now." She continued to whisper.

The blond that had stuck himself to the wall slowly came off of it and gave her a once-over with his eyebrows raised. He snorted again.

"Wouldn't take you for a singer." He said cockily.

She's not exactly surprised that the boy told her that. As harsh as it was, it wasn't the first timer Uraraka has heard that. Not many people knew she could sing. The few that did were very encouraging of her talent. Told her her voice was one of the best they had ever heard, that they could listen to her forever, that anyone would be lucky to have her voice. But as soon as Uraraka started to talk about auditioning for musicals and getting into art schools, their compliments would revert. The people around her would tell her that it was a stretch, that you needed more than a ‘nice voice' to make it in that branch, that she shouldn't even bother getting in that branch anyway since the income wasn't the best. Genuinely hurtful things they would tell her and they would mask it with laughter and a deceiving sweet tone of voice.

Even her parents, the only two people on this entire bright, blue planet she hoped would understand her passion, dismissed what she had dreamed of since she hit her first clear note. Obsessed with the idea of a stable income, they were less than happy when they found out Uraraka was auditioning for plays instead of looking at college's like she told them.

‘You can't make money with a stupid hobby!'

Her dad told her in a heated argument, right in front of the theatre he had caught her leaving.

‘The only way you can do that is investing a lot of money in it, which we don't have!'

‘We don't have money to buy you new clothes and get your hair done for every audition. We don't have the money to get you singing classes and piano lessons. And we definitely don't have the money to keep you in those prestige schools!'

‘So please do your us a favor and let it go.'

He continued to rage on.

Her dad wasn't angry, he was hurt.

It was like she betrayed him.

And though she understood his concern.

It was more upsetting to hear that he doubted her than hearing that she hurt him.

To think that her dad, who was the reason she started singing in the first place, believed she didn't have enough skill and drive to get to the point where she could do what she loved and earn a decent living of it.

It broke her heart.

After that mess of an afternoon, everything Uraraka did other than sing and dance was a waste of time, an attempt to hold her back. The people that loved to hear her sing but doubted her, her parents that kept a close eye on her and everything related to school. They didn't help her. They didn't help her focus on one of the biggest auditions of her life.

Uraraka wanted to raise her voice. She wanted to go into the audition, with all she had to offer, even if it was little and belt her god damn heart out. To think that she considered slowly ‘letting it go' and staying silent. Those were the most unbearable days of her life.

It was so boring, so quiet, so empty.

So now she was here, on a bus to her audition, talking to whoever that guy may be, about the usual.

"Didn't take your for a drummer." She replied.

"What?" The boy said whilst poking one of his sticks out his pocket.

"I don't know why I said that you put me on the spot and this is the only comeback I could come up with. Even though I heard this many times I still can't come up with a good-" She spoke fast.

"Wow, that was pretty fucking horrible." He chuckled at her and continued to look at her.

As if he was still trying to see the singer in her. It was kind of embarrassing that he was looking at her that long. Was it really that hard to make out? What would he even be looking for? Not wanting to make herself seem little to someone who she suddenly felt the need to prove herself so she didn't turn away. Even when Uraraka felt the warmth rushing to her cheeks, she tried to remain calm.

Suddenly he locked eyes with her and stared right into her. What an intimidating eye he had. He really was scoping her out, wasn't he?

After apparently have seen enough of her, the boy leaned back in his chair and took out the sticks from his pouch.

"Bakugou." He simply introduced himself.

She nodded. "Uraraka."

"I do take you for a drummer actually…Not just because of the sticks! You have that whole punk rock look going on." Uraraka said in an attempt to spark more conversation.

Bakugou looked down at himself and pulled at the buttons pinned to the chest of his denim jacket.

"You look like you should be in a band."

Bakugou sputtered and scowled. "Well, you're off there. Way fucking off. I actually just got fucking booted from a band."

He spun a stick around his fingers and glared to the floor.

That's the last thing Uraraka expected to hear, it did pique her interest though. However, the drummer didn't elaborate on his last sentence. Even when looking at him directly he didn't bother to continue. The longer the silence stretched the more interesting the boy became.

Then Uraraka thought of something. It was not the nicest of things to say. But whoever says A, has to say B.

"Well, it's just a band after all, not something you can really base a career on, so it's not that big of a deal right?" Uraraka divulged.

She tucked the curly baby hair strands behind her ears and stuck her nose in the air in the opposite direction. In the corner of her eye, she could see Bakugou straightening up in his chair.

"Just a band? Just a fucking band? Some musician you are, out of everyone you should know that it's not just…Tch."

Uraraka turned to him and let out a small hum as a response.

"And fuck off with your ‘career bullshit'. Fuck everyone that tells me I can't make it anywhere with my music. No one has any idea what I'm fucking capable of. I'll destroy everyone with my sound. I'll take over the world with these two wooden fuckers alone. Just watch, in a year, you'll see me on billboards and the only thing you'll hear blasting through the car radio is me. You'll be a speechless moron in a year. Just shut up and watch me."

The way he said that it wasn't a threat, but more like a promise. Though he sounded menacing, almost terrifying even, his passion shone through his words more than his anger did. Bakugou said all the things she never dared to voice. He said it with so much pride and confidence she was almost jealous of his attitude. She couldn't imagine how many times he had heard that particular sentence from people. The way he got riled up made her imagine he had heard it more than enough times. Which makes him even more admirable, that he still could essentially give her a big middle finger and speak so passionately about his talent and continue to work on it.

Now, she felt bad for trying to trick him into talking.

Uraraka cracked a soft smile. "That wasn't very nice of me, was it? I was only teasing you, Bakugou. Believe me, I could never say that to another musician. It's the most horrible thing to hear after all."

Bakugou's face slowly softened and he ceased the spinning of the drumstick. She could tell he wasn't fully buying it yet.

"Why do you think I'm on this bus?" She asked.

"Aren't you just a runaway?" he scowled.

"No, well, yes, technically. But I reckon I'm doing the same thing as you."

"So you're saying ‘fuck it' and went off on your own to become a legend."

Uraraka laughed. "I guess you could say that. It sounds a lot cooler than if I said I ran away from home so I could audition for a part in a major musical."

Bakugou shrugged. "Tomato, Tomatoe."

With his sticks, he lightly tapped on the small windowsill. He drummed a soothing rhythm, that wasn't too loud to get shushed at for.

"But musical, huh?" He unexpectedly continued the conversation.

Her heart skipped a beat. The same way it always did when someone showed interest in her passion. She had to refrain herself for not speaking too loudly and rambling until the words were barely understandable. Uraraka kept her breath steady and simply nodded at Bakugou.

He didn't seem like he would be into that plays and that sort of thing at all. They actually looked like opposites of a scale. But still, he gestured for her to continue speaking. Whilst keeping somewhat herself in check she told him everything she had refrained herself from gushing about for so long. Uraraka talked about the musical she was going to audition for, how long she had been preparing herself for that, how hard she tried to perfect her modern dance moves by herself, how many hours she thought she spent behind the piano in school. She could hear herself going from a whisper to a low voice when she started talking about the teachers of the famous art school that would be at the audition, how happy she would be if they recognized her talent and wanted to take her in. How she could finally silence her friends and parents. How amazing it would be if she could make them proud.

During her story, Bakugou kept nodding along and drumming the same rhythm on the windowsill. Every now and then he would let out a huff of air through his nose or click his tongue against his teeth. He waited until Uraraka got everything out before speaking up.

"So you actually were just teasing me." He said.

"You only starting believing me just then?!"

"Of course. Still trying to figure out why you said that though."

"Because I wanted to know why you got booted from your band!" Uraraka raised her voice at him as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Bakugou sighed. "Again, you should've just fucking asked."

Uraraka wanted to say something back at him, about how he, yet again, didn't exactly look like he was in the mood to be answering any questions. But she stopped herself, as he seemed to be in deep thought, scowling to himself. As if he was in a debate if he should even tell her or not.

"Do you want to tell me why you were kicked out from the band or not?" Uraraka asked straight up, to somewhat help his inner confliction.

"Well, now I have no choice but to say it. Since I already said I would if you just asked."

"Not exactly but…"

Bakugou ran both hands through his hair and then folded his arms.

"Booted, kicked. Both weren't really the fucking case. They threatened to kick me out and then I just left. I have been with those guys for what? Three fucking years? And I bet those guys didn't think I would actually leave. But how could I not? I don't want to be working with idiots that don't plan on doing bigger and better things. When it finally looked like we were going somewhere, they said it was ‘as big as it's going to get'. No fucking way I'm sticking with that."

Uraraka should've seen something like that coming.

"Why did they threaten to kick you out?" She asked.

"Because I was ‘asking too much of them'. I wanted more rehearsals, bigger venues, more recording. And those weaklings didn't seem up for it."

She also would've left if that was the case. Imagine, spending three years with people you thought you were on the same level with only to find out that wasn't the case at all. Though, she could imagine it was hard for him. After three years she imagined they became pretty good friends.

And though Bakugou didn't refer to his bandmates as that, it became pretty clear he shared a special bond with them. He was quick to show her videos they had put on their YouTube channel, showing her small they started and how big the venues were they played at now. He boasted about how much more they could achieve, how they could do so much better.

Uraraka was obviously a musical star at heart but she couldn't say this wasn't something she also wanted. The single earphone Bakugou had handed her she pressed right into her ear and leaned closer to the phone screen. So many people shouting and dancing. So much heart and soul going into performing the songs, that did sound more catchy and pop-y than she thought it would. Their songs were one hundred, no, one thousand percent something that could hold their own in charts. Anyone could sing along to them, but they weren't too generic. Even if the genre wasn't for everyone, you couldn't really hate it.

Bakugou knew that too. That's why he didn't want to give up and keep expanding. Enthusiastically he showed videos of his favorite performances. Pointing out how the lead singer couldn't even see straight during that one performance because she caught the flu but still rocked it. Trying to contain his laugh when looking at the stunned face of the bassist when seeing the large crowd at their first performance.

Quickly Uraraka learned what kind of band they were. What kind of people were in it. A diverse group, she must say, but a rather fun one.

Their personalities especially sparked when Bakugou showed her the older videos on their channel. She could tell that now the drummer was feeling more nostalgic than irritable. Genuinely cracking up at the older days where the band still did covers of songs.

"Look at fucking Kaminari here, you know he could barely play a single note at this point?" Bakugou pointed at the screen.

"Jirou looks so shy here! She's really changed!" Uraraka ogled and bent over the armrest cackling.

Bakugou wiggled his shoulder and she perked up. She only just realized that she had been invading the drummer's space as if it was nothing. Huddled up to him as if wasn't a stranger at all. Uraraka tried to hide her flushed face by pretending to raise one of her tube socks.

Under her seat, she counted from ten back to zero before raising her head again.

When she reached zero, she would regain her cool.

…4…3…2…1…0

She looked up and saw that Bakugou had lifted up the middle armrest between them. He held the one earphone between his fingers and drew his brows together

"What?"

"Nothing…Just…Socks you know?" The girl couldn't help but stumble over her words.

Avoiding his eyes, she took the earphone from him and focused on the screen. He scooted over to her, well over the barrier that was once between them and started another video.

This one had them cracking up so much, they even got shushed by the people sitting next to them. Bakugou would subtly flip them off and Uraraka would press her hands over her mouth, trying not to make a single sound.

"Tokoyami looks so distraught, I can't stop!"

"Jirou had so much patience trying to teach Kaminari an instrument. Look at how fucking done I looked with them. Yaoyoruzou too, I never heard her sigh this much in my life! She had the roughest time teaching Kaminari how to play the piano though."

He cackled, removed his jacket and raised the sleeves of his hoodie. As he made himself comfortable again something came to Uraraka attention. She took his wrist and turned it to reveal the inside of his arm.

"Er…"

Bakugou had a tattoo at the inside of his arm that said ‘Poison me daddy' in rather big letters.

He looked up at her and groaned.

"Before you say a fucking word. Watch this."

The guy clicked on another video that was titled with the same words as the tattoo had. Apparently, it was some kind of challenge video. Where three members of the band picked out a piece of paper out of a hat, each piece of paper contained a random word and with the words that were picked the band had to make a song from scratch.

After they showed the process of making the song, the final product started playing and Uraraka recognized it. Uraraka looked at the number of views the video had and saw that it had gone viral. She had heard the lyrics being sung around her many times and had even listened to the song herself on repeat for a couple of days. It was quite a comical song, but somehow still so good it could be played at a radio station.

Remembering the lyrics she quietly sang along with them, with the brightest smile on her face she swayed from left to right. She felt the drummer looking down on the crown of her head. For the first time, he didn't commentate over the video. He just stayed silent, not minding her bumping into his shoulder. Bakugou fully paid attention to the sound of her voice.

When the video ended he remained speechless, only when Uraraka moved from beneath him to look at him, he started speaking. But not properly. He got tongue-tied and restless, fumbling with his phone and the cord of the earphone.

As she scanned him, trying to figure out what was going on with him, she noticed the top of his ears. They were flaming red.

Was he actually flustered because he heard her sing for the first time?

Before she could dwell too much about and become an awkward mess like him she continued to talk about the topic they were on.

"So…The tattoo?"

Bakugou immediately took the chance to move on from the horrible state he had put himself in and started explaining.

"We were at our first sold-out show. Naturally, I was fucking excited. In the heat of the moment, my stupid ass said: ‘The first thing I can hear a fan above the crowd shout I will get tattoo'ed on my body.' And I should've known it would be fucking ‘poison me, daddy'. How embarrassing it is, I'm no man to go back on my word, so I did it."

Uraraka stared at his arm and read the line over and over, remembered the melody of the song whilst she read it and looked Bakugou in the eye.

"It's not really embarrassing. It's bound to a good memory. So I think it's quite cool, really."

Now his whole ears had turned red.

"Shut up! Enough about this! You still haven't seen the best shows yet!"

Before she knew it, he had thrown an arm around her and pulled her into his chest. She felt his warm neck, resting against the back of her head and the hot puffs of air blowing on the top of her head.

At first, Uraraka was scared to move. She was tense and tried to make herself somewhat levitate above his body. But Bakugou kept pressing their bodies closer together. He played the next video in the playlist and adjusted himself to the curves of her body.

He really didn't mind having her close to him.

Uraraka's fingers curled around the fabric of his clothes and pressed her ear closer to his chest.

It was going a million miles a minute.

He had such a strong and loud heartbeat, but it was as calming as the rhythm he drummed at the start of the journey.

She couldn't help but focus on the sign of his life than the music that went into the other ear.

The drumming sound of his heart was frankly better than any song he played.

It might be one of her favorite songs.

Uraraka wanted to keep listening to it. But the way he had started to comb her hair behind her ear and scratch her head at the same time, it made it hard to stay awake. Her grip loosened and the heartbeat started fading.

She heard the closing of the curtains, just before she could feel herself doze off.

"Hey." Bakugou poked her cheek with a finger.

"Hm?"

"Do you want to start a band?"

"Hm."

"Awesome."

EPILOGUE

When Uraraka opened her eyes again, it felt like only a single second went by. But when she tried to lift her head she felt the full weight of Bakugou on her. He had fallen asleep too. Now she was careful to move. Practically laid still and looked around her.

Bakugou's phone was on the ground, the fingers of her left hand were loosely intertwined with his. His rough and blistered fingers felt strange against her soft ones. Curiously she shifted her hand closer into his and her stomach felt light upon feeling more of his touch.

The sudden white noise of the intercom made the drummer shoot up again. His grip immediately tightened around Uraraka, which made her stomach even lighter.

"We're taking a 15-minute break before going onto the highway again. Please be back in time."

Static ended the short and brief message and everyone started rising from their seats. Uraraka turned to Bakugou and watched him stretch underneath her body and rub the remaining sleep out of his eyes.

"Want to get some air?" Uraraka asked.

"Sure."

She moved off him, grabbed her coat and her toiletry bag and walked to the nearest exit of the bus. Bakugou was right behind her and mumbling complaints about the bright sky. Once grounded on the gas station's parking lot, she took out her phone. She had avoided touching it since the start of the journey, scared of how blown up it could be.

"I'm going to go take a leak." Bakugou quickly said and he ran in the bathroom's direction.

He watched him disappear into the bathroom before unlocking her phone.

There were a lot more miscalls and texts than she expected. She went through the dozen messages left on her phone and it made her stomach turn from peacefully light to stone heavy. Her dad was pissed, even more, angry than the day he caught her leaving the theatre.

She felt all of that emotion, in the several texts that said the same thing.

"You better be okay, Ochako."

Uraraka swallowed and hovered her thumb above the keys. Tears were starting to swell up in her eyes and she had looked to at the sky. In the corner of her eyes, she noticed someone waving at her. She tried to blink her tears away and looked over to see Bakugou waving her over.

Uraraka put the phone in the pocket of her coat and ran towards the guy who held the door to the toilet open. A little sketched out Uraraka looked around if anyone saw them.

"Come."

He pulled her into the bathroom that was definitely not meant to fit more than one person. Her lower back was pressed against the sink and her arms were mushed against Bakugou's chest. He loomed over her and looked over her head.

"So do you still want to start a band?" He asked sternly.

Uraraka could vaguely remember him asking her that but she hadn't changed her answer.

"Yes."

"Good."

He took her hand that held on to her toiletry bag and zipped it open. Casually he took out one of her lipsticks and held it in front of her face.

"See, if we want to get ourselves out there, we have to make ourselves known. So let's start out by writing the name of our band on a dirty gas station bathroom mirror. You know that's how all legendary bands got known?"

"Really?"

"No, I'm fucking with you, but I did this with my previous band and it worked so, fuck it right?"

Bakugou opened the tube of lipstick and leaned over, making her bend backward over the sink completely.

"But we don't even have a name yet."

"Of course we do, I thought of one when you passed out."

When he was finished he took a few small steps back so Uraraka could turn around. With big red letter he wrote the words;

‘Runaway Rioters'

On the mirror.

"I like it. I like it a lot."

He wrote it down a few more times, not just on the mirror, but also on the walls and on the door. Until the lipstick was smooshed and unusable. Then he opened the door and threw his arm around her.

"Don't even you dare sulk about that damn lipstick because you know I'll get you a new one." He said as they walked out of the bathroom.

"I can get you like fifty when we become famous. You'll fucking nail your audition and I will keep being awesome and then we'll become legends together, got it?"

Damn. The guy was cool. Though this dream of his seemed very child-like, she was willing to go along with him. He was the only one that believed she could become something, a legend of all things. It would be stupid if she didn't pour a least a little bit of faith into him, stranger or not, he was pouring at least some of his faith into her.

She leaned her head against Bakugou's chest and unlocked her phone. She created a new message to her dad.

‘I'm sorry for leaving without telling you. But I can assure you that I am okay.'

Uraraka glanced at Bakugou.

‘More than okay. You'll see me soon. Lots of love.'

Writers note: I've got more ideas for self-insert fics brewing in my head. So stay tuned!

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taocastleprincess · 7 years

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inktober for writers - day 7 - confusion / eijiroctober - day 7 - w Ashido Mina

author’s note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE AWESOME ATTENTION ON MY DAY 5 FIC!! im v v appreciative and it made me real happy so thanks again.

i skipped day 6 bc I didnt know what to write for the eijiroctober prompt. anyways, so im back again for day 7. this is such a goofy, silly, no real substance at all kind of fic and its based on THIS video that just came out ft Bella Hadid and when I watched it i was like......this soooo Hagakure... LMAO. so i linked it just so you know what meme im referencing. also i’m noticing that whenever I write something with Tooru in it she’s a walking, preppy ass meme and Mina just encourages her. i’m loving this pattern, honestly. they are so fun to write lol. but ok, i need to stop rambling. author’s note over. lol. drabble under the cut as usual.

“So after you asked, what did he say?” Mina examines the face of her redheaded friend very carefully before continuing her current task. She tsks quietly and uses her index and thumb to gently grab his chin and tilt his head in either direction. Kirishima is sitting on her bed beside Tooru, dressed in his nicest casual clothing and blushing softly under all the scrutiny. “You don’t need any concealer or anything. Your skin is perfect. Loser,” she rolls her eyes in half-serious frustration. Tooru giggles on the edge of the bed, floating clothes slightly rippling with movement. “You can do a liner, though, or a highlight? I don’t know. What do you think, T?” Tooru kicks her legs in excitement, seemingly-floating pink knee-high socks move rapidly. “Ooh! Do both! Both! But easy on the highlight because Kiri glows naturally. We don’t want to overwhelm.” Tooru’s invisible hand grabs Kirishima’s face and turns it towards her. “See? Look! So pretty!” Mina smiles brightly, nodding in agreement. “Pretty! Handsome! Hot! That’s why he’s going on a daaaaate!” The invisible girl squeals in excitement and Kirishima’s face burns red. “That’s not what he said.” “So what did he say? And do you wanna do both?” Mina points to her makeup drawer as Tooru starts quietly chanting, ‘both, both, both!’ from her corner of the bed. “Both,” Kirishima answers and the pink-haired girl turns away from him to start rummaging through her makeup for what she needs. She can hear Kirishima start humming in thought, preparing to answer her initial question. Even without looking, she knows that his tongue is peeking out of his mouth with his burgundy eyes rolled towards the ceiling in contemplation. “He said,” the boy continues, “‘get the hell out of my room and just be ready, Hair-for-Brains.’” Kirishima’s voice gets gruffer as he imitates the voice. Mina laughs at both his answer and his weak impression. “It’s a date, Kiri. Like I said.” She walks back over towards the bed with necessary products in hand. Tooru makes a noise of contention. “Like we said!” “Like we said,” Mina corrects. In front of her, Kirishima looks skeptical. “He didn’t say that.” Mina raises an eyebrow. “Does he ever say anything that isn’t violent?” “Or mean,” Tooru adds. “Or crude?” “Exactly. Read between the lines, Kiri. If it wasn’t a date, he wouldn’t have wasted any time shutting you down.” Tooru seems to be nodding furiously, her white baseball cap bounces up and down in the air. Kirishima seems slightly more assured now. His eyes brighten and he adjusts his posture, sitting taller. “Yeah, Blasty isn’t the best with words.” Mina smiles at the recovery of his confidence. “I guess he coulda just said no.” “Definitely could’ve said ‘no.’” “Mhm!” Tooru chirps. Mina watches Kirishima smile wide and happily. “Fine. I’m trusting you, Horn-Buddy.” He whips his head, turning to Tooru. “You too, Hagakure.” “I mean, obviously,” Mina giggles, getting back to the task at hand. “You’re letting me do your liner. That’s the true measure of friendship.” Tooru nods emphatically. “Oh my god, yes! Like, yeah, you can trust somebody with your life but would you trust them with your cat-eye?” Kirishima snorts in response and Mina giggles even harder. “Shut up, you’re gonna kill me, Tooru,” Mina laughs. Placing the small, circular container of highlight in her hand on the edge of the bed, she brings her hands back up to Kirishima’s eye level. She waves two liquid eyeliner pens in front of him. “Black or navy blue?” “Bla—“ Suddenly, Tooru gasps. In one fluid motion, she bounces from her place on the bed to Mina’s side. She snatches the black eyeliner out of her grip and holds it away. “No! Navy blue! It’ll bring out his eyes more! It’ll look so good against all that natural red!” “The hair’s not natural,” Mina and Kirishima reveal in unison. Tooru sucks her teeth and Mina imagines that she might be rolling her eyes. “Okay, same thing,” she responds in near exasperation. “Look. If homeboy comes through with this,” Tooru shakes the black eyeliner pen in her hand, “it’s gonna be quiet for him.” Mina raises her eyebrows in consternation. Kirishima tilts his head with quiet confusion. “But if he comes through with thaaaat,” she uses her other hand to point to the blue eyeliner still in Mina’s possession. “Homeboy’s gonna, like... get it.” The room is quiet for a few moments until Mina bursts into hysterical laughter. Her laugh is so infectious, Kirishima joins in with her, but his face is still pulled into a look of bewilderment. “Get what?” “It,” Tooru responds cryptically and Mina howls even louder. Kirishima shrugs. “I guess I’ll go with blue then.” “Yay!” Tooru throws the eyeliner onto Mina’s desk and jumps back on the bed. The other girl finally recovers from the bout of hilarity and prepares to work her magic. “Okay, now that T is done being a weirdo, I can give you some badass wings,” Tooru smacks her arm and she resists the urge to laugh again. Kirishima nods and closes his eyes. Completely serious now, Mina carefully does the redhead’s makeup in silence. She was only giving him simple wings and a few brushes of highlight, but she wanted everything to be exact and clean. She worked on his face while Tooru pressed her face very closely to Kirishima’s observing her work and giving suggestions when needed. Both girls make praiseful comments concerning the near perfection of Kirishima’s skin, making him blush with light embarrassment. After about the fourth time of this, Mina finally finishes. “Tooru?” The invisible girl leaps from the bed again and stands in front of Kirishima to fully appraise her work. After a few deliberating moments, Tooru speaks. “Okay, open your eyes, Kiri. Wanna get the whole effect.” Kirishima slowly opens his eyes, looking a bit dazed. “I was nodding off,” he says as way of explanation. Ignoring him, Tooru continues expertly examining his face. Eventually, she squeals with excitement. “Ooh! I told you! You look so good with the navy blue! It brings out all of the red and the gold highlight is just enough to emphasize your natural glow! Oh my god! Mina! You did so well!” The girl bounces up and down with unbridled enthusiasm, her sheer excitement rubbing off on her two classmates. “Can I see?” Kirishima’s eyes are wide and bright, the burgundy of his irises looking even more exquisite under the influence of the navy blue outlining his lids. Mina giggles as she snatches her hand mirror off an idle chair and places it in front of his face. She watches happily as the boy’s eyes overflow with elated surprise. “I thought Hagakure was exaggerating a bit, but nah. You did good.” Mina blushes in an uncharacteristic show of embarrassment. “Thanks, but you did all the heavy lifting, Kiri. You’re annoyingly good-looking. You and Kaminari are the worst.” She shakes her head in mock irritation and Tooru giggles, completely in agreement. Kirishima grins, all sharp teeth and big, pretty eyes. He’s just about to respond when there is an aggressive attack of knocks on Mina’s door. Tooru jumps in surprise and Mina rolls her eyes at the noise, correctly predicting the identity of the rude would-be intruder. “I know you’re in there, Hair-for-Brains! Didn’t I tell you not to be late? If we miss the bus we have to walk!” Bakugou’s loud voice clearly carries through the closed door. Tooru audibly scoffs in response. “We only open the door for gentlemen!” Mina snorts obnoxiously and Kirishima laughs quietly into his hand. “You’re gonna set him off,” Mina snickers. “And?” Mina laughs. Skipping towards the door, she raises her voice so Bakugou can hear her. “It’s ‘Respecting Kirishima’ hours! Be nice or we’ll lock him up in here forever!” Tooru follows her over to the door and hums loudly in agreement. Behind the door, the two girls can hear what sounds like mini-explosions. Mina laughs silently, head against the door. Blasty��s getting mad! Behind her, the bed squeaks loudly with the strain of movement. When Mina turns, Kirishima is now standing and has an amused but slightly uneasy expression on his face. “Okay, okay. We had our fun. I’m gonna go now.” Tooru lightly stomps her foot in defiance. Mina struggles to continue laughing in quiet as Kirishima gives Tooru a pleading expression. She hasn’t had this much fun since Kaminari short-circuited during field training last week! She’s having such a hard time containing herself that she doesn’t notice the absence of the sounds of explosions until Bakugou speaks again. “Kirishima,” he starts and it sounds so foreign and strained that Mina almost chokes on her own scream of laughter. “Can we please...” The blond trails off, leaving the awkward half-request floating in the hair and, not for the first time, she curses the fact that the dorm rooms don’t have peepholes. After a minute, Bakugou starts again. “I really don’t want to miss this showing, so hurry the fuc— let’s go, please.” At this point, Mina is crumpled on the floor. The effort of maintaining a quiet volume taking its toll on her. “T—Tooru,” she whisper-screams in laughter. “Tooru broke Bakugou!” Tooru’s face is, obviously, unreadable but Mina imagines that she looks slightly annoyed. “Being nice never hurt anyone.” Still laughing, Mina catches Kirishima rolling his eyes at both of them. He walks past Tooru and carefully steps over Mina to get to the door. “I’ll see you guys later then. And thanks again.” “You’re welcome,” Tooru quickly replies, bubbly disposition falling back into place. “If you’re really feeling grateful you can come back with the deets.” Mina nods, pink curls brushing against the floor. “Text the group chat when you’re back, Kiri. You better kiss and tell,” she winks mischievously. Kirishima shushes her and lightly taps on the door. She rolls her eyes in amusement. It’s not like McSplode can hear her whispering through the door! Both girls watch him open the door in silence. Mina is lying at a weird angle on the floor but from what she can see Bakugou is dressed stylishly, which isn’t unusual but she can tell he put in extra effort this time around. She watches the blond’s face morph from an irritated, troubled expression to one of almost dazed shyness, his cheeks adopting a pretty pink hue. How many times will Bakugou break today? The blond quickly collects himself but the lapse in attitude was too striking to be missed. Mina snickers into her hand. “W—Well, let’s go, Hai— Kirishima,” he corrects himself while glaring at Tooru’s invisible form. “If we miss the bus we’re gonna be screwed.” Bakugou’s cheeks continue to glow pink. Kirishima nods cooperatively. “Okay! If we speed walk we’ll make it still.” The two boys quickly dash down the hall. Mina, not yet done with her fun, jumps up and sticks her head out the door. “Remember, Blasty! It’s ‘Respecting Kirishima’ hours! Don’t make Hagakure beat your ass!” Tooru laughs as they strain to hear a muffled shout in response. Mina is almost positive that she heard some variation of the f-word but that’s nothing very concerning. Giggling, the pink girl shuts her bedroom door. Turning to Tooru, she extends a palm towards her to initiate a high-five. The invisible girl reciprocates, excitedly giggling with her. “Did you see Bakugou’s face? He’s so crushing. Kiri is so dumb!” Mina laughs. “They’re both dumb. Bakugou’s dumber though.” “Oh, of course, obviously” Tooru agrees. Mina playfully slaps her arm as she passes her to get to her desk. Picking up her phone she starts drafting a message. Tooru looks over her shoulder and gives a dainty snort of amused approval. ALIEN_QUEEN: @CLEAR-N-CUTE @REDDYtoRIOT OOOH HOMEBOY BOUTA GET IT REDDYtoRIOT: @ALIEN_QUEEN @CLEAR-N-CUTE im RLLY glad i didnt go thru w the blk..... wldve been real quiet 4 me CLEAR-N-CUTE: @REDDYtoRIOT @ALIEN_QUEEN SEE? trust ur homegirls

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goldenchildkatsuki · 6 years

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i dont read a lot of fanfiction and idek if its a fanfiction trope but. i dare u to turn one of them into a yandere

boom, done my friend!

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka have been invited to have lunch with Bakugou’s dad, his boss and his kid. Uraraka was not very fond of Bakugou’s clothing choice.

Writers Note: I asked on Tumblr to send a cliché fanfiction trope in my ask box and I would make a decent Kacchako drabble out of it. This is for the first ask I received, someone DARED me to turn one of them into a yandere which is a trope I had been thinking about writing for a long time. I chose to not write anything too extreme, like abuse or gorey murder but chose to go with my (softer) take of a yandere. And of course it was too cliché to turn Bakugou into a yandere so….

I hope this wasn’t too OOC lmao

Word count: 2.426

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UNDER THE WHITE COLLAR

From his bed she watched him move around the room, patiently waiting for him finish dressing up. His hair was still damp and sticking to his forehead and some strands met his eyelashes. With a groan he would wipe his sweat away whilst rummaging in drawers and piles of dirty laundry.

Uraraka could watch this for hours on end and never even feel the slightest hint of boredom. She would try not to blink for the longest time, to not miss anything of the film that was Bakugou Katsuki.

“Your belt is still unbuckled.”

“I know.”

“You only got one sleeve rolled up.”

“I’m working on it for fuck sakes!” he slightly raised his voice out of frustration, not being able to find a particular clothing item he had been looking for this entire time.

Bakugou walked back to a drawer he had opened at least three times before and opened it again. He kneeled down and swiped his hair back in a smooth motion. Uraraka watched him dig to the back of the drawer and then take out a navy blue tie. He threw it over his shoulder as they dropped from relief and stood up. Uraraka held her breathe as he walked up the mirror above his desk and fixed his hair.

“Ochako, how long do we have left before we need to walk to the station?” Bakugou asked as he ruffled his hair.

The question was not reciprocated, his voice being blocked out by her heartbeat that was echoing in her ears. Feeling the drum throughout her whole body, almost feeling sick as her body temperature started rising with every second that passed. Anxiously she peered at the tie, almost falling from Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Uraraka?”

“What do you need a tie for darling?”

She placed her feet on the cold floor, wiggling her toes impatiently. Uraraka tried to make eye contact with him in the mirror but the boy kept averting his gaze, looking upwards at the strands of hair that weren’t in place. He was thinking, picking out the right words to say. He audibly swallowed, making the tension weigh even heavier in the room.

“My old man suggested I should wear one. Look, I don’t like dressing up for 2 hours of unnecessary chit chat alright but it’s his boss and his kid that are joining us. So, I get why that nervous wreck wants me to look all nice.” His words came out rather smoothly for someone that had to wipe his palms on the back of his pants.

Bakugou gave his hair one more ruffle before giving up on it and facing Uraraka, who stayed silent. Still wiggling her toes she looked at his tie. Slowly a look of distaste clouded her face, with a wrinkled nose stuck up in the air and furrowed brows she watched Bakugou wrap one end of the tie around his neck.

“It’s just a tie Ochako, fuck! Aren’t girl supposed to like dressed up boys?”

Uraraka’s face clouded even more. She couldn’t handle the tone of his voice. Why did push her feelings aside? He knew exactly how she felt. It wasn’t just a tie. And she did like seeing him all dressed up. But only when it’s all for her. Bakugou was a film only she was allowed to watch. A private showcasing only she could get tickets to. Where she can shamelessly pin him till her eyes go dry and her version goes hazy.

Bakugou propped the collar of his white dress shirt and adjusted his tie. “Can you get over it and help me for a second? I haven’t done this in a while.”

Uraraka stood up from the bed and walked over to him as he buttoned up his white dress shirt to the top. She could feel her blood boiling and her sweat get cold. She tried to soften the muscles in her face, but couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from twitching slightly and her nostrils from flaring. At this point her heart was going to give in, it was skipping beats as if it could give out at any moment. She felt so sick. ‘Lovesick’ she called this feeling. Uraraka didn’t mind it feeling this way. It was a sign of true love after all. If your partner didn’t make you come close to feeling like your heart is about to give out then do you really care about them? Do you truly love them?

She held on to both ends of the tie and gripped them tightly. “I like it when you leave a few buttons open, like you always do.” She pulled him closer with every word.

Bakugou chuckled at her. “You know I can’t do that.” His gaze traveled down from her eyes, to her lips, to her hands. He quickly met her eyes again, noticing how white her knuckles were from the strong grip.

“Your dad only suggested it. Don’t you want to show each other off? Don’t you want to show off the fact that your mine?” Uraraka laughed, trying to relieve some of the tension that was still in the air. There was no need for him to tip toe around. They were on one line. He knew exactly what she wanted from him and what he needed to do. It couldn’t be that he was shy could it? Prideful, overconfident and arrogant Bakugou wouldn’t even have the word ‘shy’ in his dictionary. But then why were all nine of his button still up? Maybe her laughter wasn’t enough to relieve the tension and sway him. Maybe she wasn’t enough. To make her stop herself from entering a dark part of her mind Uraraka repeated her question.

“Don’t you want to show off the fact that your mine?”

Bakugou put his hands on hers and looked her in the eye, the look of sternness in his face threw her off. “Look Ochako. Of fucking course I want to do that. But it’s my dad’s boss we’re meeting. Good impressions aside, my dad will abso-fucking-lutely loose his mind when he sees that shit.” His hands slid down to her wrists. “Besides, having such a knock-out of a girl with me isn’t hard to show off, showing each other off is the least of our worries.” He tried to reassure her.

Uraraka pushed their bodies closer together and pouted. “I bought a new dress, I curled my hair, I did my make-up, I tried to look as pretty as I can for you. So you would be proud to have me next to you, hold my hand and show me off. Now, how am I going to show you off?”

Bakugou smirked. “I dressed up too you know. And you can always hold my hand.”

She let an end of the tie slip out of her hand as she pulled at the other end, right from under his collar. “I could do that yes, but would that be enough? I mean, you have a menacing face that can tell other people: ‘don’t touch her, she’s mine.’ I’m nearly not that intimidating…”

She paused and stared at the veins in Bakugou’s neck. “…So how can I say ‘don’t touch him.’?” Bakugou hands slid down to her forearms as she raised her hands to the top button of the dress shirt, fingers hovering above it as she looked up at the gallant boy.

“Ochako.”

“Darling.”

With a single finger she traced the edge of the button and waited for him to continue speaking. But the small distance between them and the hypnotizing movement of her finger left him speechless and flustered.

“Don’t be shy. You’re breaking my heart when you’re like this.” Uraraka said in a low voice. “But don’t worry,” she said as she started to undo the first button. “I’ll make it so you can’t shy away from me, leave a mark or two, so you and others know who you belong to.”

Bakugou’s pupils dilated as her fingers brushed his skin. “We can’t-“

Uraraka continued to pop two more buttons open as she watched him give into her subtle demands. After opening the third button she placed her lips right under his collar bone and started sucking on his skin. She felt his unsteady breathe under her lips and couldn’t help but smile. After making sure she left a mark she lifted her head and wiped the now bruised patch of skin clean with her thumb.

“You love me right?” Uraraka let the tie fall to the floor and placed her hand on the back of his neck.

“You know I do.” He breathed next to her ear.

“Since when have you become so scared of showing it?”

Uraraka moved towards his shoulder, only having moved inches away from the first bruise and left another one on Bakugou’s skin, this time she was satisfied with the color the bruise had started to take. A deep shade of fuchsia. Passion made Bakugou jerk under her lips, a deep sigh leaving his body as she cleaned off the love bite again. She watched Bakugou adjust himself, keeping himself from shaking as his fingers struggled to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

“Listen. Back of the neck. Not above the collar. Got it?”

“You’ve lost your say in this moments ago.” a malicious smiled appeared on her face as she watched Bakugou undress himself. He turned around and revealed her canvas to her. His back was filled with bruises and scratch marks she had left on him. Most of the bruises had started to fade or had turned into an interesting mix of colors. She loved the bites that had turned yellow, it made her feel proud of her work because it lasted on his body for so long. The scratch marks from morning were still visible, his skin still being swollen and slightly irritated. She traced the long red lines coming from right in between his shoulders blades to right in between his back dimples, which was one of her favorite places to mark him. It left him begging for more of her and completely weak at the knees.

She loved the reaction of others when Bakugou’s shirt lifts when he yawns or when he forgets to button up properly. First a look of confusion on their faces, followed with wide eyes and an unhinged jaw from surprise and an uneasy crooked smile on a red face to end it with. If she ever caught a different reaction from people, if they didn’t have that reaction and seemed to have gained the slightest bit more interest in him, her whole mood would turn sour. She wished to hurt those people. Whilst still knowing it was morally wrong she hadn’t dare hurt or even confront anyone for possibly lusting over someone that was out their reach. Instead she projected the frustration out on Bakugou, leaving more and more marks on him to show people how impossible it was to take away her canvas, it was full and there was no room for others. He was hers and hers alone. Her film, her canvas, her love.

Uraraka chose a spot in the curve going from his neck to his shoulder and decided to revive the color in an old bruise. She placed her nails on his tough and muscled back and moved upwards and to the front, right below his ear and continued working on her masterpiece. Now making her tongue slide over his skin as she sucked, making him shudder and throw his head back.

“Fuck Ochako, I said not above the god damn collar didn’t I? He groaned towards the ceiling.

Uraraka pressed down her nails and moved her lips to under his jaw. A growl escaped Bakugou’s mouth as she started sucking harder than she did before, intending to make the bruise large and dark color. She felt a tingling sensation on her tongue, it slightly hurt but she kept going. Bakugou let out a small wince and put a hand on the back of her head.

“Shit, that one kinda hurt.”

“Now you know how I felt.” Her voice sounded intense, feelings of lust battling with the anger and the slight heartache that was still inside her body. ‘

Uraraka’s nails traveled down his back, not digging in too hard so she wouldn’t open up the scars from the morning. Her lips brushing along her jaw as she kept choosing new places to create dark bites. Leaving a small kiss after every new addition to her masterpiece.

Eventually she faced Bakugou again. The sweat on his forehead had reappeared and she could read hunger of his lips. He looked so beautiful when he was trying to contain himself like that. She couldn’t decide what was more interesting; having him in the palm of her hand or letting him take over. Both ideas left her feeling impure and bothered. Making sure he wouldn’t combust right there and then she took her time to wipe the saliva of the trail of purple supernova like bruises.

He looked so beautiful it hurt.

So beautiful that she didn’t want to go out, that she didn’t want to share his looks. She wanted him all for herself and keep on painting her canvas. Carve her initials into his skin, suck every blood cell to the surface, make him her own piece of art.

“I think this says more than ‘don’t touch him.’” Bakugou breathed, frustration still hanging of his lips.

“That was the point.”

“So, are you happy now?”

“Very.” Uraraka smiled at him.

She stepped away and let Bakugou pick his shirt and tie up from the floor started to dress himself again. She watched his muscles relax as he had accepted that this was not the time for him to shudder below him. It was about him. Uraraka wasn’t the one who needed love and affection at that point, she didn’t need a reminder. She never really did either way. The mutual understanding they created around this was more than satisfactory.

Bakugou grumbled when he couldn’t fix his tie, Uraraka lifted his chin and did it for him, smiling proudly as she saw what she had done. Bakugou turned to the mirror and lifted his chin.

“Somehow I thought it wasn’t thát bad, but fucking hell was I wrong.”

He pressed on the love bites and squinted as they still hurt.

“My old man can never look at me the same way again after this stupid lunch.”

“At least he knows that you’re loved.”

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