#busy baku too busy saving the butts of other people when he can just squeeze your butt… jk…

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ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ | pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, a little angst maybe?, comfort, suggestive

katsuki had been trying to sleep but he can feel your eyes seeing right through his soul. you have these eyes that stare intently at him whilst your eyebrows are knitted showing your grumpiness. your lips curled to a pout that katsuki grumbled about later. honestly, he doesn't know why you're acting like that, it's not like you two fought or anything.

he thinks again and debates his thoughts of what's the cause of your grumpiness yet nothing comes to mind. and not long before he even realizes it he was looking at you, you still have the same intense expression on your face though katsuki looks so softly at it.

after minutes he decided not to look through your behavior anymore, "yeah, just fucking wake me up when you want something. fuck." he says with no aggression but a possible of adoring, he might have found you quite cute whenever you're angry. he turned to face the wall, as he was about to fall asleep he felt a hand travelling from his waist to his abdomen.

his eyes shot open, you were taking off his sweats.

"what the fuck-" he looks at you with disbelief. katsuki sits up, still haven't figured out your wierd behavior. there's a couple of seconds of silence where you two read eachother's faces. katsuki is one to break the tension by humming then he pulls his sweats back on, his hard length still showing a little bit from his waist band. "y/n-"

he gets cut off, "you said wake you up when i want something."

"yeah, but…" his voice trails off as he realizes what's going on. maybe he was a little busy at work that he'd ended up coming home for dinner, a shower, then a limited time of cutesy bonding, at last a cuddle with you to deep slumber.

he released a deep sigh, his heart warming with slight guilt. crimson eyes droop down a little to look at your figure, his arms slowly wraps around your waist. there was silence but it was a pleasant feeling. closing his eyes, he feels your soft body against him.

a long gentle kiss was planted on your forehead, he said no words but you can feel by his body that he's sad of himself. you chuckled and hugged him tight, your grumpiness dissolving. nuzzling in his neck, his scent floods onto you. "'m sorry, was too exhausted with work."

you hummed in response.

"barely got to touch you this week." he grumbles, his guiltiness still lingers.

you kiss his cheek accompanied by a nib, a try to assurring him. "'s okay. you can pay me by cockwarming you to sleep, hehe~"

[littlestgahena1301]

Fountain of Youth Part 2

In his home, Katsuki was figuring out if he had everything that he needed. He guessed that it wouldn't be much different than staying with Izuku and Inko but with much more annoying extras and suffocating coddling. He didn't mind some of them, namely one Yaoyorozu Ponytail, an Iida Robocop and also Kirishima Shity-hair.

Not quite sure with Half and Half. Sure, the man acknowledged him, but it might be was said in spite of the moment. Izuku mentioned that there were some extras in his class that asked about his well-being. Izuku told him that people were worried about him, but he didn't pay much attention to who asked and said what.

He heard from Shinsou that he will be joining 1-A so at least Katsuki has one person who won't smoother him as much. Good thing.

For the rest of his days, Katsuki would still be stuck with 1-C and without Shinsou there, Katsuki would have to grow another pair of eyes behind his back and look out for any possible danger. He's not so sure with how they would react — seeing as he was the only person who received special treatment and get to hang out with kids from the Hero courses. Next week won't be pretty, and he wished that the weekends could drag on longer. He wants to be finished with packing and go back to Inko's for some brownies, and maybe Izuku wouldn't be too busy for a quick game with him.

Speaking of which, Izuku hadn't messaged him about anything yet. It's almost 11 a.m., and Izuku was never this late on messaging him. Weird. He did remember that Izuku has training for the day, but he slightly wonders why there was no good morning text or any text in that matter. Deciding that Izuku would come around to doing that later, he moved on to his shopping list.

He spent last night figuring out what he might need in his dorm room. He figured he would mostly end up crashing with Izuku more often than not, but one can never be too careful. It is better to keep things in hand just in case he needs them with some pocket money and savings that he had left for the month.

He gave his account a quick check. Mitsuki banked his allowance into his account every month. Most of the money remains unused since Inko had so carefully provided him with most of the food. He even helped Inko pay bills with his cash secretly, wondered how busy Inko must be busy not to notice that the electric and water bills had never arrived at her house anymore. He gave his list another quick scan.

Do I need a microwave?

Undoubtedly one of the most prestigious Hero School in the world would have enough funds to provide their students with the necessary kitchen equipment. Plus, he is going to be living in the Hero's dorms, which means it's likely to get the best stuff out of all the other dorms. Even so, Katsuki feels like he would be more comfortable using his own, and not having to share with other people who are not Izuku. With that, the microwave stays on his list. He then left his home to go shopping for his list.

 Bakugou emerges through the front auto door with plastic bags in both hands (don't worry, it's biodegradable.) feeling spent after walking down numerous aisles searching for whatever he needs. His microwave, however, was nowhere to be found and he would have to make do with the dorm's until he can get his own.

He ended up with spare bed sheets, towels, linens, a handkerchief, a warm and fluffy blanket for the cold weather, a cushion for his chair and organizing boxes (though he might not have that much to organize anyway). Getting home without all of this falling apart would be an achievement. Bakugou was making his way to the train station when he heard a wailing nearby.

"Mommy?! Mommy?!"

A boy was running around, looking frantic. Passersby just left him be, unbothered to help. He sighed. Who the heck lost their child in the middle of bright daylight?

Bakugou felt somewhat troubled when the child was walking too close to the main road. The boy stopped at a nearby crosswalk, looking at the wrong direction to see that there's no car coming his way. Bakugou heart dropped when he saw a car coming out of the junction and the boy completely missing it.

He dashed forward to yank at the boy away from the street, who fell on his rear and was in complete shock. The car driver noticed and stopped a good quarter of a meter after the crosswalk, the wheels ending just where the boy planned to step. He did not want to think of how things might have ended differently, and thank whatever higher power that exists for his fast instincts kicking into gear when he needs it. He snapped at the driver.

"Yeah yeah, you almost fucking run this kid over! The fuck why you hit a 50 at a junction? You think your fat-ass belongs in Initial-D?"

The driver who is a middle-aged man, (who happens to be not at all fat) tsked at him and drove by, revving the engine a bit too loudly as he went. Bakugou was about to flip the bird at him when he realized that the kid had gone quiet.

"Brat, you okay?"

The boy was in sobbing hiccups. Tears were falling to his cheeks as his body quake with each little squeak of his voice. The boy looks pitiful, and Katsuki felt somewhat repulsed by the amount of snot starting to pour down his nose. What the hell did he sign up for now?

"Get off your damn butt and wipe those snots off your face." He barked. Fucking disgusting.

The boy wiped his snot away but didn't get up. That's when he noticed the child's bleeding hands. Well, of course, he would be bleeding, you yanked him off like he's some animal and now the kid is hurt, of course, he won't get up. Well, this way above and beyond from what he originally planned to do. Well damn, he can't just leave him alone and let the kid kill himself could he?

He grabbed at the kids' shirt and gave it a light tug. "Hey, get up! Up!" he motioned. Avoiding to the kids snotted hands from being near him and keep a strong enough tension to get the boy back up to his feet like he's some prize in a claw machine game. The boy managed to get back up to his feet. His sobs completely disappeared but he tears are still rolling, and the boy wiped it away with his other hand.

The scene attracted quite a crowd and Bakugou resorted to glaring so hard till everybody leaves. One of the audiences gave him a disappointed look, and it makes Bakugou's blood boils. What, you think this is my fuck up?

His attention shifted back to the boy's bleeding hands. He needs to do something about those. Katsuki spotted a vending machine nearby and figured he should get the boy some water to wash the wound. He turned to the little brat. "Wait here, can you do that?"

The boy silently nodded.

And so, Katsuki went.

He returned back to his bags to get his new handkerchief and spent 150 yen on bottled water.

They found a nearby drain to wash their hands at, and the kid thankfully knows what to do without him having to instruct. "Wash your arms too.." he added, and the boy did.

And then he proceeded to use his 500-yen handkerchief on the boy. Whoever the mom is, he might have to charge her babysitting fees out of spite.

Katsuki grabbed on the plastic bags with his left hand and gave the boy his right, not wanting the kid to hold on to the bad hand.

"We'll go to the police station now, okay?'

The boy nodded quietly but midway his detour to the police station the boy starts opening his mouth, and it was fucking unbearable.

"Whats your name? Why is your hair all poofy? Hey, why are you not answering? You talk earlier, so why can't you talk now?"

Katsuki inhaled. "Kid!"

The kid looked at him, shocked.

"Just shut up will ya?" he sighed with the kindest smile that he could manage. Except to the kid, it looked absolutely off-putting.

"Okay…"

Midway trip Bakugou had to stop to exchange hands as the end of his fingertips is starting to turn blue from the cut-off circulation. His palms sweaty as the sun is beating down on them mercilessly.

"Hey, give me your other hand."

Bakugou was very careful enough to not squeeze on the boy's hand, knowing it is still delicate for rough handling. They went like that for the whole trip where he was slightly relieved that the boy's mom was already there drowning in tears while the police officer looked at her apologetically. Huh, like mom like son. Although to be honest, the two of them are reminiscent of how Izuku and Inko is.

"MOM!"

The boy ran towards the surprised woman and was immediately greeted by a warm hug. The scene almost made him miss his own mother.

"Dear heavens, Masaki! Why did I tell you about wandering around?!"

She then proceeded to scold him a good minute before noticing the handkerchief around the hand, and to that she almost shrieked.

"What happened Masaki?"

"I fell, and my hands start to hurt."

Which is half the truth? Katsuki will take that.

"Did you wash your hand afterwards? This is why I don't want you to-" The woman the precariously tried to unwrap the handkerchief but stopped mid-sentence to inspect the hand. A bewildered plastered on her face.

"Strange…" she said, completely forgetting where she was going with her sentence.

The boy looked at his hand who Katsuki noticed was pristine and unmarred like before. It looked soft and supple. He thought the same thing too.

Strange indeed.

"Well that big boy helped me washed it…" he pointed at Katsuki

The mother turned to look at him and gave him a big smile. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"Nothing much," he said even though his brain screamed NO YOU DAMN FUCK HE WAS TOO FUCKING MUCH.

The woman proceeded to pay him for the price of the handkerchief with a 10,000 yen, which he isn't going to think about any time soon. I mean, …she offered.

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 Welp, that's about it. Dead week is two weeks away so I will be on another hiatus starting approximately from now. Thank you @abbystaffyisgeek for the awesome story and being such an awesome inspiration!

Go check out her Baku centric fic called Worse Than Quirkless! It is a very good read, and she's a major queen for updating each week!