#bakugou katsuki

[o0kawaii0o]

3rd years -> pro heroes 🍰🥦💥

[sugarwarachan]

you expect kissing bakugou to be like him, fiery and explosive and a little rough around the edges, but it’s actually soft and tender, like he can’t quite believe you’re in front of him at all. he cradles your face in his large hands and learns you, licks into your mouth and drinks down your sighs and whimpers, one palm cradling your jaw, the other clamped down hot on your waist, sliding under your t shirt and over the skin of your belly as he tugs you impossibly closer, until your hands are tangled in his hair and you’re tugging, demanding more, and he just mouths at your neck, smiling like an idiot, “told ya we’d be good together baby”

[olldolldraws]

day-to-day dynamight

[kelisewrites]

bf!katsuki gives you a promise ring!

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

.ᐟ

[graciescott27]

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who‘s parents basically forced him to be nice to you after you two met. He had already gotten his quirk. You had yet to show signs of one.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who threw dirt in your face one minute and the next shared his goldfish with you.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who called your quirk “lame” when you finally got it.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who expected you to get pissed off by his attitude by some point. You never did.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who started giving guys some really weird looks and some really violent words whenever they looked at you for too long in middle school. You were getting some attention now, but it slowly stopped when people learned about your “guard dog”.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t expect to see you at the U.A. entrance exam, but wasn’t entirely surprised by it.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who also wasn’t surprised by you actually making it in.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who  managed to spark dating rumors on day one because you were the only person he didn’t yell at. The girls tried to gossip. You tried to shoot it down. He went along with it (said he didn’t care enough to argue, but he loves to argue, so…?)

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who kept his eyes on you a little more frequently during battles as the war started to ramp up.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t ask you out, but he did say that he’d kill you if you died before him. So that was close enough.

a.n. — fully aware that I went completely inactive again, sorry — I’ve had a crazy schedule theses past few months

@graciescott27

[itzariafiles]

who fell first v.s. who fell harder

— preference | fluff | gn!reader

— ft. k.bakugo, i.midoriya, s.todoroki, t.iida, h.shinsou, e.kirishima

— author’s note : first post, please be kind world!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

⭑ Katsuki Bakugo

You fell first.

Second week at U.A. and you were already head over heels for him. No one really understood why—it was Bakugo Katsuki, after all. Always yelling, always scowling, always furious at the world. He barely looked your way. Mina and Denki joked that you must have a death wish whenever you brought him up.

But then… things changed. Quietly.

For some reason, he never yelled at you. Not even once. Not even when you threw yourself in front of Tsuyu during a practice mission and ended up needing to be carried out of the building.

He just muttered, “Dumbass” twice, while lifting you up and walking you to Recovery Girl.

After that came the water bottles. Every time training ended, he’d toss you one and mumble, “Stay hydrated. I’m not carrying you again.”

Liar.

Kirishima was the only one who noticed he always kept an extra bottle, just in case.

The real turning point, though?

That poor boy from Class B who dared to ask you on a date.

Bakugo nearly exploded. Kirishima had to physically hold him back to stop him from lunging at the guy.

And before you could even respond, Bakugo grabbed your wrist and started walking.

You were stunned.

“Bakugo—what are you doing?”

“Me and you,” he said gruffly, eyes locked straight ahead.

“Date. Now.”

That night changed everything.

No one dared to tease him after that. Not when he made it so clear you were his. And he didn’t care what anyone thought.

He loved you loudly, fiercely, intentionally—until the whole damn school stopped questioning why you had fallen so hard for him.

And by then, he had already fallen harder.

⭑ Izuku Midoriya

He fell first.

He knew he liked you—really liked you—the moment you used your quirk to throw the ball so far that everyone realized: if someone was getting expelled that day, it definitely wasn’t you.

Admiration wasn’t the reason he noticed his feelings.

Most of your classmates were impressed by your control, your power, the precision with which you handled something so seemingly simple.

But Izuku? He didn’t reach for his notebook. He didn’t ramble about your technique or potential. He just… watched. No notes. No muttering. Just silence.

He saw the way your shoulders relaxed when it was over. The way you laughed at something Mina said, and how you smiled when Bakugo threw in one of his backhanded compliments. He noticed everything.

He never admitted it, but when he broke his finger to launch that ball across the field, it wasn’t just to prove himself.

Yes, he wanted to stay at U.A. Yes, he wanted to make All Might proud.

But truthfully?

He just wanted to stay long enough to see you again.

Even if that meant going through Aizawa’s “one of you will be expelled” threat every week.

(He was so relieved when no one actually was.)

But you—sweet, clueless you—you fell harder.

Everyone knew how smitten Deku was with you. And deep down, so did you. But when you called your mom late one night, asking for the recipe of a pastry you knew he loved, something shifted.

You spent hours in the kitchen baking batch after batch, trying to get it just right. You barely slept, but the next morning you showed up, cheeks red, handing him the best one you had.

You both blushed your way through breakfast that day, and when he smiled—really smiled—you knew you were done for.

Eventually, you started dating.

Yes, he is your biggest supporter. He loves you loudly and earnestly.

But you?

You’re his biggest fan—collecting every merch, magazine, and article with his name on it.

And he tries to act like it doesn’t get to him.

But it does.

And it makes him happier than he’ll ever admit.

⭑ Shoto Todoroki

You fell first.

You had already fallen for him years before he even looked at you that way.

It all started when your parents arranged for both of you to train when you were 8, to make out of you enemies who would eventually compete to be the #1 pro hero.

Both of you would fight each other, week after week. You, technically, weren’t allowed to exchange pleasantries—after all, you were there to compete. But you would always find a way to talk to him, about anything really. Once you started to talk about how much you missed eating candies, he didn’t answer, but a timid smile formed on his face.

As the years passed, you started to develop feelings for him. He would catch you staring for too long, you made it seem as if you were analyzing him or just zoned out, but deep down, both of you knew.

As both of you made it into U.A., your friendship finally had a chance to grow. To have actual, not rushed conversations. But you never pressured him, never talked about your obvious feelings, you knew he needed time to heal, as much as you did.

But, eventually, he fell harder.

Much harder.

Maybe it was during that night patrol in second year, when he almost got hit by debris and you shielded him without hesitation—burning the edge of your hero costume in the process. He didn’t say much that night. Just looked at you with those stormy eyes and asked, quietly, “Are you okay?”

Or maybe it was the moment he realized you had memorized his favorite tea, the exact way he liked it. That day, you passed him a cup without saying a word, and he froze, fingers lingering on the ceramic longer than they should have. You always noticed the small things—especially when he didn’t say them out loud.

It was never loud, the way he loved you.

But it was there—in how he always sat next to you during strategy meetings, how he started calling you after rough patrols, how he waited for you after every exam. You never asked him to. He just always did.

Eventually, one evening after training, when the sun was sinking low behind the U.A. dorms, he looked at you and said,

“You were the first person who treated me like I wasn’t broken.”

You looked at him, startled by the confession.

And then, softly: “You never were.”

He didn’t say anything back.

But that was the moment he knew he was yours—fully, irreversibly.

And that he had fallen far too deep to ever come back up.

⭑ Tenya Iida

You fell first.

Maybe it was the way he apologized with his whole soul after accidentally bumping into you in the hallway.

Or the way he always remembered to pull a chair for you before meetings.

Or how he waited outside your dorm when he knew you’d had a hard day—without saying a word, just… being there.

Maybe it was how fiercely protective he was of the people he loved. The way he fought for his brother’s name, for what he believed in, even when it left him bruised.

Or maybe it was after that mission, when you were gravely injured, and he carried you all the way to the nurse’s office, gripping you tightly, whispering your name, running faster than even he thought possible.

You didn’t remember it well—you were slipping in and out of consciousness—but he did. Every second.

And the next day, he came back.

With pastries.

And the neatest notes he had ever taken—if that was even possible, just so you could study.

And hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.

He was kind. Loving. Unintentionally funny. A gentleman through and through.

Of course you fell first.

But poor Iida…

he fell harder.

He tried. Honestly, he did. You were both studying, you were both young—he told himself that again and again. But he never got past those two excuses. Not really.

He stayed up until 3 a.m. with Sato trying to recreate that chocolate cake you always praised, just to cheer you up after your injury.

He spent the entire night debating whether to visit you before classes.

He didn’t.

But he left the tray outside your door anyway, carefully arranged. And still came back later, awkward but devoted, with more pastries and a hundred unspoken words.

Somewhere between all the long hours, the careful notes, the conversations under low dorm lighting—

He fell. Harder than he’d ever thought possible.

For him, it wasn’t just affection.

You were a promise. A reminder that he could build something good in this world—with you in it.

And when he saw you cry once, quietly, under the staircase after another grueling day, something broke in him.

He sat beside you. Took off his gloves. Held your hand.

It was the first time he’d touched you, skin to skin.

And his hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

From then on, he never tried to hide it again.

He memorized your schedule.

He read your favorite books.

He learned to brew your favorite tea, even though he didn’t like tea.

You noticed. Of course you did.

But you didn’t say anything.

Not until he showed up at your door one night, fists clenched, eyes wide, tie slightly crooked, and said:

“I know this may be reckless and horribly timed, but I am—truly, entirely—in love with you.”

You smiled.

Because by then, he didn’t need to say it.

You’d fallen first, but he made it impossible not to fall harder, too.

⭑ Hitoshi Shinsou

He fell first.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t obvious.

And at first, he told himself it was just curiosity.

When he joined the Hero Course and became part of Class 1-A, you were the first to look at him—not like the guy with the “villain-ish” quirk, not like a threat to be watched, or a weapon to be handled carefully.

You didn’t treat him with stiff politeness or cautious distance.

You treated him like a classmate. Like a potential friend.

You laughed at his jokes, tossed back your own sharp comments.

You noticed when he pulled away from the group.

You called him out when he got too closed-off—but you always gave him space when he needed it. Just… quietly shared it with him.

The moment he realized something had shifted was probably stupid.

You complimented his eyes.

You had the audacity to step a little too close, stare straight at him like you were trying to see through all the walls he’d spent years building.

He had no idea what to say.

You just laughed—soft and satisfied—

and walked away.

He thought about it for days.

He didn’t understand what he was feeling.

But then he started bringing you extra snacks after training.

He slowed his pace just enough to walk beside you.

He stood just a little too close during sparring.

It wasn’t intentional. Not at first.

But for him, you were stronger than gravity.

He fell.

And he fell quietly.

But you?

You fell harder.

You knew it the night he texted you out of nowhere:

Toshi:

Hey. Don’t come to training tomorrow. You looked tired today. Take a break.

You stared at the message for ten minutes, rereading it.

He’d noticed. He noticed you.

And he was looking out for you, in his strange, quiet, Shinsou way.

You didn’t listen, of course.

You showed up to training anyway—just to see him roll his eyes when you winked at him.

After that, it was over.

You memorized the rhythm of his voice.

You learned the little signs—when he was overwhelmed, when he needed silence, when he needed you.

You started recognizing how he fidgeted with the capture weapon Aizawa was teaching him to use—especially when he was nervous about a mission.

You could always tell.

And somehow, that made you fall even harder.

He fell first.

But you fell deeper.

And now, he doesn’t know what to do with the way your hand lingers on his sleeve.

Or how his pulse stutters when you whisper his name.

He hasn’t said it out loud yet.

But you think…

He’s almost ready.

⭑ Eijirou Kirishima

You fell first.

When you heard him say he didn’t think he was “manly enough” to be a hero, you just wanted to hug him—wrap him up in every reassurance you had, tell him that of course he was manly enough to do anything he dreamed of.

You suspected your feelings then, but shoved them under the couch, hoping no one would notice.

Mina noticed. She always did.

When he laughed too hard at one of Denki’s terrible jokes and immediately looked embarrassed, you blushed.

Sero noticed.

You blamed the heat.

But when he stepped in front of a child during a villain ambush and said,

“Don’t worry. I’m unbreakable.”

that was it. You were done for.

But Kirishima?

He fell harder.

It didn’t show all at once.

It crept in slowly.

In the way he trained just enough to always be paired with you during sparring.

In how he memorized your favorite techniques so he could practice them with you.

In how his quirk—his actual, physical walls—cracked a little when you hugged him after a hard day, and how he turned bright red trying to play it cool.

The breaking point?

Someone else confessed to you.

And he just… walked out. Silent. Stiff.

He came back hours later.

Hands shaking.

Eyes soft.

“I know I’m not smooth like Todoroki, or cool like Bakugo… but I think I’m strong enough to protect your heart.”

Boom.

Done.

Unbreakable?

Not anymore.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

steal this and katsuki bakugo will personally find you.

© itzariafiles 2025 ✧ do not copy, translate or feed to AI.

[bakusquad-plus-ultra]

Original by @diz_korall_DB

[ogwintersmind]

Best friend — Katsuki

Childhood best friend!Katsuki who HATED that Mitsuki dragged him across the street to introduce the Bakugou family to yours.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki who HATED that your parents became close friends very quickly, meaning he’d be forced into having regular play dates with you.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki who HATED that your moms made the two of you match in coordinated first day of kindergarten outfits.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki HATED that you’d always sit next to him at lunch, yapping away with your annoying voice.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED the fact that you’d much rather play with izuku on the playground than him. Maybe because Deku didn’t shove you into the dirt during tag?

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED that stupidly adorable frowny face you’d made when you fell off of your bike — but found himself notso reluctantly offering you his sleeve to wipe your face with anyway.

Middle school

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED the way his heart thumped when you laughed too hard at his unfunny jokes.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED that other guys would start noticing you and approaching you, asking you to hang out.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED that he suddenly cared about what you thought of his appearance.

High school

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED that they’d placed you in a different class, meaning you’d be in different dorms, meaning he couldn’t check up on you whenever he wanted.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how he’d always look for your face during passing period, and especially hated the way his face softened and his heart eased up whenever he found you.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how he’d die before letting any other guy walk you back to the dorms after training.

College

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how long it took for him to confess, he HATED how his palms got extra sweaty when he did.

Boyfriend

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how hard he’d fallen for you, like it wasn’t something he could control. But he loved how natural it felt to have your hand in his.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED every time a villain would look your way when you were patrolling. Sure, he wasn’t supposed to have personal motives during work, but he wasn’t risking losing you, so even given a bad look.. he’d make sure they regretted it.

Fiancé

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how nervous he was before proposing — like you’d say no. And he HATED how red he got when you cried saying yes.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how he cried when he saw you walking down the aisle—Childhood best friend!Katsuki who HATED how he cried when you said your vows, and could barely get his own words out while saying his.

Husband

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED the girly color choice you’d chosen for the wedding but went with it anyway since you looked so happy.

Dad

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how tiny your baby looked in his arms at first — afraid that the smallest movement of his big strong beefy arms would crush the poor guy if he wasn’t careful.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how your son would insist on sleeping in bed with the two of you, directly in the middle, cuddling you. So much for having 3 more.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who HATED how life moved so fast. His little one was already starting kindergarten, Kirishima’s daughter standing next to your son, who looked more than displeased, as you insisted on getting a picture of their matching coordinated first day of kindergarten outfits. Sounds familiar hm…

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who’s response is always “Duh, she’s my best friend.” When his friends tease him about how they always knew the two of you would end up together.

Childhood best friend!Katsuki Who never really HATED anything you did. He was just too stubborn to use the word LOVE.

HII I hope you enjoyed reading !

I did NOT proofread this so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes…

INSPO FROM @//graciescott27

See you in the next one friends ♡!!

XO - WINTER 𐙚₊˚⊹♡.

[aneclipseatdusk]

Drip Drop 💧

[nialuvscoffee]

── .✦ oops ! pt 2

your silly bf accidentally sending his nudes !!

ft | katsuki , kirishima , kaminari & izuku

warnings ; profanity , suggestive content

a/n ; posting again cus im going on vacation for a week , likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

[rosy-hollow]

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ╰┈➤ @ssstaryy ⦂ i saw this tiktok where this mom was talking to...uh....ehem....(bonnie blue) and she said her son was turning 18 and she was rage baiting saying stuff like "oh send him over to me" so..... bakugou with pro hero wife and she gets baited too and she just kinda.....gets really SCARY quiet. i just wanted to see bakugou kind of like "welp i tried to help you" kinda thing lmao

》 ✐ᝰ shortened the ask for all intents and purposes BUT THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING ITTT thank you for your contribution to the badass reader universe hehehe

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You swear your husband, Katsuki Bakugou, is rubbing off on you — for better or for worse.

It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes into this godforsaken interview for Tokyo’s Hottest and already, you feel the beginnings of a migraine clawing at the base of your skull

You had shown up expecting a conversation about your career — your rise to becoming the number four pro hero, the operations you’d led, the rescue missions, your combat stats, your innovative use of your quirk.

Instead?

All you’ve been fielding is a series of thinly veiled gossip questions about your marriage.

You try — multiple times — to shift the conversation back to your work. The meaningful things. But each time, the interviewer, this woman with teeth too white and a voice too shrill, giggles and steers it right back.

To him.

Now, let’s be clear — you love your husband. You’ve loved him since you were both dumb kids, and if it were Mina in front of you, you’d gush about him like you’re still twenty and head-over-heels (which, let’s face it, you are).

But this isn’t about love.

This is about respect.

And right now, you are very aware of the way it’s being chipped away with every loaded, invasive, disrespectful question this woman throws at you.

“So,” the interviewer purrs, crossing her legs slowly as if she were the one being filmed for a commercial, “we know you and your husband are totally head over heels — swoon — but come on, what’s one thing about him that just drives you crazy?”

You blink. “Uh… no? We’re pretty good.”

“Oh, come on~!” she coos, leaning forward like she’s your best friend at brunch. “Just a little thing. Don’t worry, we know you’re still obsessed with him.”

The frustration bubbles up like boiling water under your skin. But you rein it in. You always do.

“...I guess he leaves his gear everywhere?” you offer weakly. You hate yourself the moment the words leave your mouth, but in all honesty, you just wanted her to stop her nagging.

The interviewer grins like she’s won. Like you just handed her a headline wrapped in a bow.

“Ohhh, well if that’s the case,” she purrs, her voice dropping into something sultry and entirely unprofessional, “you could always send him over to me. I can handle a little mess~”

Silence.

Complete, thick, suffocating silence.

You still.

The rage is instant. Hot, electric. But you don't explode. No, you’ve learned from the best.

You don't throw a chair. You don't curse her out. You don't even blink.

You just stare.

Expression blank. Smile gone. A flicker of fire burning slow and deadly in your gaze.

She shifts in her seat. She knows.

Everyone in the room knows.

You don’t need to yell to be terrifying.

Still, she tries to recover with a nervous laugh, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

“Well, I’m just joking, obviously-!”

“Oi. Cut the fucking cameras.”

Your heart squeezes.

Katsuki.

You don’t even have to look to know where he is - somewhere just offscreen, barely holding back the urge to burn this studio to ash. But as much as you adore him for storming in like your personal hellfire…

This isn’t his fight.

This is yours.

You raise a hand toward the cameraman, who’s frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Keep rolling.”

The room stills.

You turn back to the woman, and you smile. Not sweetly. Not kindly. A slow, cold curl of your lips that spells nothing but trouble.

“Look,” you start, voice smooth like poison, “Hikari, was it?”

She nods once. Slowly. Carefully.

You lean in.

And twist the knife.

“I’ve worked my goddamn ass off to be the number four pro hero in Japan,” you say softly. “I’ve trained until my body broke. I’ve had to endure hours of torture and not say a word. I’ve walked out of burning buildings carrying children while my skin peeled off in strips.”

Her smile falters.

“But sure. Let’s talk about my husband domestic flaws”

You tilt your head, faux-friendly.

“I am not here so you can drool over the man I married like some thirsty little gremlin in red lipstick. My life? My work? My worth? None of it belongs to the man I’m married to - and treating him like a trophy on a shelf for you to paw at just shows how desperate and disgusting you really are.”

You lean back, letting the full weight of your fury settle into your words.

“He’s not for sale. I’m not here for your views. And you sure as hell aren’t getting anything from either of us.”

You sit up straighter, smile sharp.

“And that’s a wrap.”

The crew is frozen. The room? Silent. The air? Thick.

And the camera? Still rolling.

— You go to sleep that night thinking it’ll all blow over.

Spoiler: it does not.

When you wake up the next morning, your phone is vibrating so violently off your nightstand it might file for harassment.

You scroll. And scroll. And scroll.

You're viral.

Like, break-the-internet viral.

Screenshots of your face, lip curled, eyes burning; clips of your brutal monologue with remixes in the background. Edits of you walking out of the studio in slow motion with music that would make Endeavor himself flinch.

Comments flood every corner of the internet:

@ shotatochips13: mommy??? i mean- mommy?? @ kamijiroushipacc: dynamight’s definitely kicking his feet rn @ redriotinmybed: lowkey the interviewer is me but i’d flirt with HER instead @ ilovedekudotcom: book boyfriends could never.

You stare, open-mouthed. This is… a PR nightmare. But also? Kinda badass.

You wander into the kitchen in a daze, only to find Katsuki at the counter.

He's got his phone out.

And it is very clearly playing an edit of you - with some concerning angles that you don;t bother asking about.

He looks up, completely unbothered, smirking.

“What?” he shrugs. “Tried t’warn you, baby.”

You sigh.

You are never going to hear the end of this.

But when his arms slide around your waist, when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and murmurs, “Proud of you,” against your skin…

Yeah.

It was worth it.

A/N: badass reader is my roman empire now

[alex-is-losing-sleep]

drew this helpful diagram for mha fans who don't understand what a character arc is

[kiisaes]

HAPPY PRIDE did i make it

[m4ycrowave]

For the rest of our lives

Bonus+

[gala-driel]

What a great read, and Tofu the cat? Yes!

I didn’t know I needed this type of closure for Deku being quirkless again and being just a teacher. @Habken managed to give great reasoning behind it all. Love it!!

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