#MHA fluff

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki who's so soft for you

it was almost impressive how easily bakugo katsuki flipped the switch from raging 'die! die! die!' hothead to... well, this. the grumbly, red-faced mess curled up against you in the quiet of his dorm.

you were lying in his bed, your legs tangled with his under the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world. which, to be fair, it kind of was. no one could really pinpoint when you and katsuki had become a thing. not even you two. one day you were four years old, standing in a sandbox while he handed you a bright bunch of dandelions and wildflowers and announced that you were his, and somehow it just... stuck?

now, over a decade later, you still found yourself in his bed more often than not, curled into his side, his stupidly strong arm pulling you closer until your face was pressed against the curve of his neck.

he'd grown lots and at the same time not at all since you were kids. physically, his biceps were now the same size as his 4-year-old body. his jawline had gotten much sharper

“…y’re warm,” you mumbled sleepily, voice muffled by his skin.

“tch. shut up,” he grumbled, but his hand started rubbing lazy, soothing circles against your back anyway.

you smiled.

he always did that. pretended like your presence was an inconvenience while simultaneously holding you like he’d fall apart if you weren’t there. your fingers reached up to card through his messy blond hair, nails gently scraping his scalp in the way you knew made him melt.

sure enough, he let out a sound that was dangerously close to a purr.

“…quit that,” he said, sounding exactly zero percent convincing, his whole body melting under your hands. his eyes fluttered shut anyway.

you both lay there in silence for a while, his arms tightened around you, protective and warm. you could almost hear the echoes of your childhood in moments like this. the tickle fights, the hand-holding, the way he used to drag you around like some tiny, furious king with his favorite sidekick. he’d never really stopped. even now, your hand was locked with his under the blankets, his thumb rubbing slow, absentminded circles into your palm.

“katsuki?” you murmured.

“hm?”

“hi.”

"what?"

"jus' sayin' hi."

“don't be annoying. i will throw you off this bed.”

“no you won’t. you like cuddling me too much.”

he growled under his breath. no, he wouldn't.

“…shut up.”

you didn’t. you just nuzzled into his chest, warm and safe and full of something that felt like forever. he let out a tired sigh and held you tighter, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you against him.

you could feel the way his breathing was slowly evening out, signalling he'd be asleep in a minute tops. this was usually the point he'd get stupid affectionate, brain riddled with sleepiness. he probably wasn't even aware of how sappy he'd act, sweet things slipping out without him realizing.

“…’m gonna marry you one day,” he mumbled suddenly, barely audible.

you blinked, frozen. that was not just a sweet comment.

“…huh?”

his ears turned bright red.

“nothin’. go to sleep, dumbass.”

but you didn’t miss the way his thumb never stopped rubbing slow, affectionate circles into your hand. or the soft kiss he pressed to the top of your head just before you finally drifted off.

"just friends" my ass.

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[luviisabella]

Bakugou loves when you hold onto his biceps. It’s so intimate, even when it’s not sexually.

He used to HATE the winter but when he realized you had a higher tendency to cling onto him and squeeze his bicep so tight he began to grow fond of the season.

Or when you two would go out for hero awards and while walking on the red carpet you’d happily hold onto him and have the biggest smile. Proud of both of you for making it so far and being so lucky.

God what you do to him.

But his favorite thing by far… is when you’re crying and you just let him wrap you up. Letting his arms cage you in and now it’s just the comfort of reminding you that while he may be strong, for you, he knows how to be gentle. 🧡

[megumismyhusband]

you’re going to cry. you swear, you’re going to lose your mind right here in the middle of class because this stupid problem refuses to make sense no matter how hard you try.

your pencil is shaking in your grip, and you can feel your breathing getting uneven. you’re on the verge of either breaking down or blacking out, maybe both.

so, against your better judgment, you turn to katsuki bakugo.

“bakugo,” you whisper, tapping his arm. he scowls, glancing at you with that usual irritation in his eyes, but when he sees the desperation on your face, he sighs. “what?”

“help. please.”

he rolls his eyes but takes your paper anyway, muttering something about how he’s “not a damn tutor.” you watch as his sharp eyes scan over your work, and then his gaze pauses, his expression freezing for just a split second.

you don’t notice, too busy fidgeting with your pencil and trying not to let your stress consume you.

but katsuki sees it. the faintest pencil indent next to your name at the top of the page, the remnants of an erased word. his last name.

his crimson eyes flicker to you for a moment. you’re oblivious, chewing on your lip as you wait for his help, completely unaware that he’s just discovered your little daydream scribbles.

his face doesn’t change. not one bit.

calmly, like nothing happened, he picks up his own pencil and rewrites his last name next to yours. then, beneath it, he adds an arrow pointing to the words with a single note.

“soon.”

he hands the paper back to you like nothing happened.

“you were messing up here,” he says, pointing at the mistake, explaining the problem in his usual blunt but effective way. you nod, relieved to finally understand.

it’s only when he turns back to his own work that you notice the little addition to your paper.

your heart stops.

your brain short-circuits.

you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the squeak that escapes, your face burning so hot you’re surprised you haven’t spontaneously combusted.

you steal a glance at katsuki, but he’s acting normal, like he didn’t just casually flip your world upside down.

but you don’t miss the tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

[heartsforkatsuki]

all i want is you. ｡°✩ k.bakugo

pairings ; ex!katsuki x reader

content ; alcohol mentions, brief sex mentioned, breakups, yearning katsuki

all i want is you by miguel, ft. j.cole

katsuki had always been.. an explosive person. he had his loud meltdowns, and expressive arguments. however, when he went too far during an argument, it was enough to erase the years of your love.

he had taken it too far now, bringing up trauma you trusted him with, and using it against you.

and oh, how he wishes he never said a word.

all he can do is replay the argument in his head, playing out every other way it could have gone rather than the way it did. it was killing him.

you were everything he ever dreamed of , and now he was left to try to erase you with other girls swallowing up his time.

he was trying so desperately to move on, knowing you wouldn’t come back after what happened. why would he even say that? he spent years protecting you, lashing out at anyone who hurt you. never did he think he’d be the one to hurt you. it was hard to move on when all he did was regret.

he was laying with a girl from the drunken night before, trying to recall how exactly they ended up here, a raging hangover accompanying him. he looked her up and down, her eyes. her hips. recalling last night, her ass. nothing compared, cause when he faced it.

all he wants is you.

you’re still “friends” considering how close you are, but you moved out of town, so it’s only calls every other month. he thought on how your voice sounded in those calls, all it did was make him wonder where he went wrong.

all these fucking girls he’s been distracting himself with, it’s driving him insane. nobody comes close.

they dont smile like you, or smell like you. god, he missed the way you smelled. and that beautiful, radiant smile that only he recieved.

none of them are even funny, and god, were you funny. you made him laugh, all the time. which was rare. none of these girls ever did.

they can’t cook like you either. katsuki cooked well, yes, but you always cooked together. none of these girls do.

god, and the sex could never compare. he missed feeling you skin to skin, the high of being so close and intimate with you.

let’s face it, he can’t replace you.

the day you left, he went straight to the club to try to get his mind off it, heal himself. who was he kidding? that wasn’t gonna work.

all these new ‘hoes’ got so boring, so fast. you’re just everything none of these plain bitches could ever be.

the month following, he visited your new house.

“i was wrong.”

“come again?”

“i said i was wrong, look, dont rub it in now.”

he was forgiven, but not trusted again.

it’s been a year since that, maybe you’d be willing.

so he turned over, picked up his phone and clicked on your contact, still pinned.

all i want is you.

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[luvseraphh]

bleeding lip.

▹ synopsis: in which you and kirishima's first kiss doesn't go exactly as planned...

▹ content warnings: gn!reader, fluff, drabble

▹ pairing: kirishima x reader

▹ side note: I was thinking about mha boy first kisses and then I was like oh kiri's teeth are sharp and then this little drabble formed

Eijiro wouldn't say he was planning for your first kiss, but ever since the two of you got together he prepared himself. Whenever he was around you he made sure his breath was minty fresh and his lips were soft and moisturized. He would spend many a nights kissing his pillow or asking Denki for advice (even though he knew Denki was just as clueless as he was). He even got desperate a few times and looked up tutorials on YouTube. He just wanted this experience to be as nice as possible for the both of you.

That's why he couldn't help but beat himself right now. The two of you were just kissing and he had thought it was going well! But then he got a bit too excited and accidentally bit your lip. With his sharp, sharp teeth. You had a tissue held to your lip as he walked you to Recovery Nurse, apologizing the whole time. He felt so awful. He hadn't meant to hurt you, he just got a bit... carried away. You kept assuring him it was okay and you understood it was an accident but he just couldn't seem to get himself to shut up.

At some point you had gotten fed up and you took the tissue away from your lips and pressed your mouth to his own. He felt the iron-y taste of blood fill his mouth but he didn't really care. Not when your lips were on his. His mind felt fuzzy and he couldn't even imagine what he had been apologizing for. You pulled away after a few seconds and continued your walk to the nurse's office, bringing the tissue back up to your lips. It took Eijiro a few more seconds to break out of his daze and jog to catch up with you.

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ⓒ luvseraph 5/11/25

[kitkat13001]

⋆˚꩜｡. let me sleep, i am tired of my grief . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ and i would like you to love me, . ݁˖ to love me, to love me

there’s a moment, however fleeting, when dabi (the monster) becomes touya todoroki (the man). it happens every so often on long, quiet nights — usually when he steps foot at your door.

he leaves the name, the image, the burning hatred and everything that comes with it, at the door next to his muddy, tattered boots.

it’s a special kind of privilege, to hear his name on your lips like that. a little torturous really, if he thinks on it too long. a little comfort too, knowing that you speak it with love and not the haunting of a ghost long past.

he doesn’t know what string of fate led him here to you. he thinks he’d drive himself mad (moreso, anyway) trying to figure it out, so he doesn’t.

he just lays here, with your head on his lap, staring up at the ceiling while his fingers thread through your hair, careful not to let the staples get tangled in it.

he talks quietly, about god knows what. too many nights he’s spent, yelling and screaming and charring anything in his path. and you were always there in the aftermath, though he can see in your eyes that you wouldn’t have cared if he had burned you too. pick him up, clean the blood from his scars, haul him to bed before collapsing beside him. 

it’s not easy work to take care of someone. he knows this from all the effort you make to take care of him. 

it’s the least he can do on these nights, to let you lay on him as he whispers sweet nothings into the black void of night — things he’d only ever say for you. you ask for nothing, but want for everything. he knows this.

the monster is never truly gone. it’s a part of him, intertwined and woven into his being. without dabi, there is no touya. without touya, there would be no dabi. but the monster sleeps with you in his arms, a deep longing inside to protect you. to care for you in a way he’s never cared for anyone else.

it’s easy to think of dabi as selfish. his one-track-mind, his all-consuming desire for revenge and hard-pressed tendency to burn anything that stands in his way. but that need, that desire to protect the few things he cares about runs deeper than anyone will ever know.

you get a glimpse of him, of touya, when he allows a small smile in the protection of the darkness of your bedroom. barely visible, unannounced, but there. you smile back, hoping he might see it in the darkness, and burrow further into his hold.

it’s late, and sleep is beginning to overtake you again. you fight to keep your eyes open, wanting to cherish this moment just a little longer. his fingers in your hair, the warmth of his skin against yours, the solid feel of his body beside you. it’s what you miss when he inevitably has to leave, and what you crave when he comes crawling back to your doorstep much later.

he sees the droop of your eyelids and huffs out the ghost of a chuckle. his thumb leaves your cheek to brush lightly over your eyelids, astounded by the softness of your lashes as they flutter against his fingertip and the tiny, breathy giggle you give from the contact.

“stop,” you whisper, though he can tell by the radiance of your smile that you don’t actually want him to stop.

“go to sleep,” he replies, heart squeezing almost painfully as he stares down at you in wonder.

“i don’t want to,” you murmur, keening into his touch. “you’ll be gone when i wake up.”

he speaks with his lips on your forehead, cradling your head to his chest like you’re a baby or a precious, fragile jewel. “i won’t. promise. i’ve got time today.”

“just for me?” you tease, and laugh softly when he muffles your speech by pressing you further into him.

“yeah, yeah, don’t be a brat about it. just go to sleep, yeah? see me sooner.”

you wriggle free enough to look at him. your eyes are big and sincere when you reply, “i’ll see you ‘n my dreams, too. always do.”

he scoffs like that’s not one of the most deeply heartfelt things he’s ever heard in his life (and that’s an incredibly short list). he doesn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything really. he just pulls you back in and lays awake until you’re snoring. then, and only then, does he close his eyes.

he doesn’t dream much anymore. when he does, it’s usually a blazing inferno or flashes of other horrible memories. when it’s not that, though, he dreams of you.

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[dollyfetti]

“kiss me.”

“i’ve never kissed before.”

you roll your eyes with a small giggle. “shoto,” you start warmly, scooting closer to him on your bed. “you don’t need to know how..” you pause, trying to find the right words while the boy blinks back at you with a blank expression like always.

“it’s easy! like.. just..!” you demonstrate with a little pucker of your lips and squeeze of your eyes, bringing a very tiny smile onto shoto’s lips. he has to admit to himself, he’s a little nervous. he wants to be good, but how can he be good at something he’s never done?

“will you kiss me kindly?” he murmurs, white lashes kissing his cheeks as he blinks at you like a curious cat.

your toothy smile widens and you nod immediately. “sho, i will kiss you so kind, midoriya will seem like a jerk.”

he frowns, shaking his head a bit. “he could never be-”

“i know, i know,” you cut him off with a soft grin.

you look down, watching his hand press flat against his knee, like he’s unsure of what to do with it. you hum, taking it into yours. he follows your gaze, frown melting into his little smile once more as your fingers roll over his skin.

when he looks back up, you’re already admiring him. it’s a thing you do, where you silently take in every inch of his face.

your eyes flicker to his lips and you lean just a little closer. you hear his small inhale, and internally coo at your shy boy. “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” you mumble, still caressing his hand with utmost care.

“yes.” he murmurs back, closing his eyes. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

the nickname brings a pitter patter to your heart, and that’s the push you need to press your lips against his. they’re soft, not that you expected anything less. they’re hesitant and awkward, but filled with love anyhow, and you find yourself giddy at the fact that he’s taking his time.

his lips rub against yours in a nervous manner, but his hand squeezes yours a bit before bringing his other up to cup your cheek. he even opens his eyes for a few seconds to see the happy look on your face before pulling back with an exhale of relief.

“good, right?” you say with a coo, leaning your face against his hand unconsciously.

his face softens more, if that’s even possible, and he nods gently. “yes. very good, i think.”

[hinatsu]

“cmonnn, just put it on! for me? please, 'suki??” you giggle, pleading to your brooding newlywed husband as he sat on the hotel room couch with his arms crossed.

you wriggle your eyebrows, holding the hideous thing out toward him, a neon orange hoodie with big, bubbly letters across the front that read; “i’m dyna-married!”

the more he looked at it, the more his face scrunched up, like he’d just tasted something sour. it's an ugly thing, truly.

“fuck no. nope. not happening. you couldn’t even put that shit on my corpse.”

you burst out laughing, flopping down beside him, the hoodie draped dramatically across your lap like it was an offering to a very grumpy god. he doesn’t budge.

“but it’s so cute!” you argue. “look, it’s even got your stupid little explosion graphic on the back.”

“it’s fuckin’ neon,” katsuki mutters, staring at it like it personally wronged him. “people are gonna think i lost a bet.”

“you did,” you grin. “you married me.”

he glares. not a real one— just that half hearted look he gives when he’s trying not to smile. you lean against his shoulder, kicking your feet a little.

“i’ll wear mine,” you say sweetly. “the matching one.”

“you got two of these?”

you nod, too proud as you point to the bed, his eyes follow— and widen when they land on yours: pink. yours is pink. neon too. “dyna-spouse.” in glitter ink.

“jesus christ.”

you bump your head gently against his shoulder. “just for one pic. pleaaaaaase? you won’t even have to wear it to the amusement park, i swear!”

he groans. long and dramatic, but his hand is already reaching for it.

“you’re lucky i fuckin’ love you,” he mutters, dragging the hoodie over his head. it’s a snug fit. his hair gets flattened in the process and you try— really try— not to laugh, but you fail.

he finally gets it on, huffing once, then slumps back into the couch like it physically wounded him. it’s blinding. loud. so not him.

and yet he’s never looked more perfect. you don’t even reach for your phone yet. you just smile and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“you look very dyna-handsome.”

he groans again, dragging a hand down his face, but there’s a chuckle buried in it. “oh my god. make it stop."

but he doesn’t take it off. not for the whole day.

[lostwrlds]

(✩) for a long time you debate on wedding bands with bakugou.

he likes the idea, something flashy to remind everyone that he’s taken for good. forever. but then there’s his hands, that get shaky when he’s scared and spark up when he’s nervous because of the sweat. there’s his job too, it’d make the damn thing easy to lose during a fight or something as simple as changing his hero gear. he could wear it on a chain around his neck, but then the ring would be hidden and he’s not quite a fan of things touching his throat. not after what he’s been through, not after all the times he’s almost died that way.

bakugou settles on something more permanent. you’re never getting rid of him no matter how difficult he gets and he can’t stand the thought of a life without you.

so hours after your intimate ceremony, in the quiet of the night — you sit with katsuki bakugou, your husband, hand in his while the buzz of an ink gun fills the small room. despite the late hour, you’re still in your perfect white dress and he’s still strapped into the tux his mother designed specifically for him. you’re so beautiful and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the fact you’ve accepted him as yours. katsuki can’t help but eye your pretty side profile, makeup slightly worn out and your wedding hairstyle astray, as you watch the tattoo gun punch the date in a band around his ring finger. it distracts him from the pain of the tattoo on the bone of his finger.

a tattoo of your wedding date in place of a wedding ring.

when the buzzing stop, your gaze is unwavering and full of adoration — you lift his tattooed hand to get a closer look, being mindful of the reddening skin. “this is forever,” you whisper, a small smile creeping onto your lip-stick smudged lips — a gentle gleam in your pretty doe eyes. “you’re my forever.”

the blonde mirrors your expression, heart soaring and comforted by your admittance. katsuki spares a glance at the tattoo, his own personal reminder and reason to wake up everyday.

“and you’re mine.”

and he means it, in every sense of the word. every part of him will always belong to you and you know it, he’s told you as much for the last ten years.

it’s just that now, you’ll have the tattoo as proof — it helps that you like the way it looks on him too.

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[missdynamighttt]

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[seumyo]

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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[xoxojisu]

DOES HE LIKE ME?

synopsis: it's hard to tell whether kirishima likes you or you're just delusional and crazy. (<3)

notes: RAHHHH KIRISHIMA

you think kirishima is nice.

and not just the kind of nice that gives polite smiles that don’t reach their eyes or asks how your day went out of courtesy.

he’s the kind of nice that beams when you walk into a room, like he's genuinely happy to see you. like you’re the best thing he’s seen all day. the kind that actually wants to hear about your day, listens attentively, and remembers the little things you say weeks later. the kind that makes you feel seen and cared for.

he’s not just nice, though. he’s kind. his heart feels like something soft and steady. warm, like sunlight in the winter. he’s the kind of person who makes the air feel lighter just by being around.

you like kirishima.

he’s sweet. he’s driven. he has this way of making people feel like they belong. he notices things most people don’t, too. like when your hands are cold or when your voice sounds just a little off.

he offers you his hoodie without you having to ask, always drives you home and walks you to the door. when he can't, he always says, “text me when you’re home, okay?” in that sincere, slightly worried way of his.

he encourages you like he means it. like he actually believes you can do amazing things. and somehow, he makes you start believing it too.

he comforts you just right when you cry. big, strong arms that make you feel like maybe the world isn’t so scary. and when he compliments you, it’s never just about how you look, or other random surface-level tidbits. it’s about things that matter. things you didn’t even know he noticed.

he makes you want to be better. for yourself. for him. for the version of you he seems to see already.

kirishima really is nice.

but honestly? that’s the problem.

because kirishima being so nice means he's nice to everyone.

he holds the door open for you, yeah, but he holds it for every person coming in behind you, too. he hugs you tightly when you’re laughing at something stupid, but he also throws himself at bakugo when he wins a spar. he compliments you on your work, your strength, your progress, but he does the same for mina, sero, kaminari.

so, are you special? or are you just delusional?

you think he must like you when he throws his arm around your shoulders during movie night. when he leans in close and whispers dumb commentary that makes you giggle. when his knee touches yours and he doesn’t pull away.

but then you see the way he is with everyone else. the double high-fives. the bright encouragements. the constant attention.

and it drives you insane. especially on nights when you can’t sleep. when you’re tossing in bed, overthinking every moment.

is he just that kind of guy? are you special? ugh, you don't know!

-

“great job, y/n! you’re seriously improving like crazy!” kirishima runs up to you, grinning from ear to ear.

it’s a hero training day, so everyone’s in costume. which, for him, means… basically shirtless. his abs are fully out, and his hero gear leaves basically nothing to the imagination.

you try not to stare. really, you do.

but his abs are ridiculous. like, sculpted-by-the-gods levels of ridiculous. and it’s not even just that they’re attractive! though, let’s be honest, they are. it’s the fact that you know how hard he’s worked for them.

it’s not just vanity. his whole body is a reflection of his drive. his passion. his determination to be strong enough to protect people.

it’s hot. unreasonably so.

you're still staring when you realize kirishima’s voice has trailed off mid-sentence.

your stomach drops. shit. you were definitely caught staring.

panic floods your system as you slowly lift your eyes to meet his, expecting him to look uncomfortable. weirded out. maybe even disappointed in you.

but then your gaze meets his.

oh.

he’s blushing. hard. like, cheeks-the-same-color-as-his-hair kind of blushing.

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“u-um... like i was saying, you’re seriously..! uh.. wait, what was i saying again?”

you blink.

he looks flustered. visibly flustered. but there’s still a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. like he’s embarrassed. but also… kinda happy?

he shakes his head and then, very softly, says, “it’s, uh… kinda hard to focus when you look at me like that, y’know?”

your heart lurches.

and suddenly, it clicks.

he does hold the door open for others, yeah, but he runs to you right after.

he’s touchy with everyone, sure but with you, it’s different. slower. softer. intentional.

he gives compliments like candy, yes, but the ones he gives you? they’re layered. specific. personal. like he really pays special attention to you.

he’s watching. he’s listening.

you like kirishima eijirou.

but it turns out that kirishima eijirou might like you too.

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[luviisabella]

Clingy Bakugou who after your incident with a villain (you were in the hospital for three days) he’s now made it his primary mission to never take his eyes off of you.

You’re going out with friends ? He’s parked outside in case you want to leave or in case someone looks suspicious.

You want to do groceries ? He either offers to do them for you or goes with you. Either way you’re not lifting a finger.

It’s sweet but sometimes you think he may be pushing himself.. you’re a bit worried about him.

-> 🌙

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you look over at your alarm clock.

[2:37am]

It was a Friday and thanks to the university being under construction you guys had a week off.

You were about to get up until you realized Bakugou had his arms wrapped around you.

You tried slowly moving but he just pulled you further in.

You let out a soft sigh, accepting you wouldn’t be able to get out easily but your eyes immediately widened when you saw the tear that strolled down katsuki’s face.

He hugged you a little tighter. Mumbling something under his breath that was almost incoherent.

“M’ sorry..”

And your heart sunk.. you realized he’s been blaming himself for your injury. While you’ve recovered it seems like he felt it was his fault for not being there to protect you. You don’t blame him, you never did. You went back to save the little boy and have no regret in doing so.

You’re still you but it seems like Bakugou is afraid he’ll lose that.

So just for tonight..

You let him hold you like this, not trying to escape.

You let him hold you tight.. and you assure him you’re not going anywhere and it was never his fault.

He’s so scared of losing the only thing that’s brought him peace.

Don’t let him go.

poor katsuki..

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[lacel0veletters]

FWB!BAKUGOU who you started seeing after one accidental hook up

FWB!BAKUGOU who you've always been physical with

FWB!BAKUGOU who is too scared to be too vulnerable around you in a romantic way.

FWB!BAKUGOU who does nothing but worship you while you are hooking up

FWB!BAKUGOU who has known about his attraction towards you for a while now but not fully come to terms with it

FWB!BAKUGOU who promised you "no feelings attached" but started gaining feelings before you did

FWB!BAKUGOU who stops seeing you for a while because he cant handle the fact that he has fallen in love with you. I mean what if you took the no feelings attached seriously and you didn't fall for him(you did)

FWB!BAKUGOU who wants to be with you but can't force himself to say it. He's too stubborn

FWB!BAKUGOU, who started seeing you again regularly. After a particularly passionate night together, confessed to you.

FWB!BAKUGOU who is genuinely shocked when you tell him you feel the same.

FWB!BAKUGOU, who is now BF!BAKUGOU all because of 4 months of hookups

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ texts w/ high school sweetheart/husband katsuki.

⋆ cw ; pro hero universe, cursing, crude humor, suggestive comments, fem! reader.

⋆ katsuki pfp by wengwengchim on twitter.

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[luvseraphh]

training accidents.

▹ synopsis: in which training goes a bit wrong and now your crush is keeping you company in the nurse's office

▹ content warnings: gn!reader, fluff, drabble, whump but no serious injury

▹ pairing: denki x reader

▹ side note: he would feel so bad and be so anxious and he's so cute :(

Denki's leg bounced ferociously as you laid in a bed in recovery girl's office. You were still out from getting knocked unconscious during training and the energy taken during your healing. He felt so awful. He was just trying to show you how cool he was, he hadn't meant to do this.

Denki continued to wallow in his thoughts, gnawing on the inside of the cheek, when he sensed you stirring to his side. Surely enough, when he turned and looked over at you he saw you moving slightly. Maybe you still weren't awake, but at least that meant you weren't still unconscious from the blow.

His heart leapt as he saw you blink yourself awake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he intently watched.

"You doing alright?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet as he gently wiped hair from your face.

"Yeah, I'm chill," you respond, grunting slightly as you stretched out your stiff limbs.

"Thank god. I thought I really fucked you up. I mean, I know I'm strong, but like..." he said, trying to conceal his worry with fake cockiness and playful remarks.

"You wish. The only thing that has me fucked up is my feelings for you," you playfully flirted back.

"Yeah," he said with a soft smile, falling into a soft silence.

The room was quiet for a while as he continued to just quietly watch you before a look of realization appeared on his face.

"Wait, WHAT?" he shouted, springing up from his chair.

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