#katsuki bakugo has ptsd

[silly-cryptid]

struggling with my ptsd rn so here’s some traumatised!katsuki headcanons on how bakugo copes with his ptsd

tw: uhh ptsd

bakugo gets nightmares. like real bad, waking up with his soul so deeply disturbed he feels sick at the memory of the nightmare. he dreams of the bodies of his friends, blown to pieces and charred, and in the middle of it all, him. eyebrows and arm hair smouldering, covered in the blood (and chunks) of the people closest to him. he’s terrified his nightmares will become reality if he loses control.

kirishima and kaminari get together to buy bakugo some lavender essential oil (as told to by mina) when they find out he has nightmares. “i don’t believe in all this witchcraft hippy bullshit” he tells them, but he dabs a tiny amount on the corner of his pillowcase anyway, not because he thinks the scent helps him relax, but because it’s a tangible reminder of his friends looking out for him.

he has trauma responses to tinnitus. every traumatic event in his life has been tinged with ringing in his ears from his quirk, and now every time he overuses his quirk and gets tinnitus, he spends the following couple of days having panic attacks and flashbacks when the ringing gets too loud. after a couple of days it dies down, and then finally he can get a good nights sleep. the tinnitus persists in his nightmares.

when he’s struggling, he inadvertently turns nocturnal. staying awake through the night to protect his loved ones while they sleep, and sleeping only in the day when they’re awake and therefore less vulnerable. bakusquad exchange concerned looks if bakugo shows up late to class because his shifting sleep schedule is an indicator of his mental state, and they start taking extra notes for him even when he’s in class.

He dissociates badly when his trauma is fresh on his mind. he will spend days upon weeks in a fog, going through the motions of living yet mentally being totally checked out and numb. sometimes he activated his quirk and explodes things when he’s like this, just to try and feel -something-. he’s grateful that his friends notice when he’s struggling and take notes for him so he can catch up, even though he’d never tell them that.

Intrusive thoughts are big for bakugo. usually along the lines of “you should blow up kirishima” or harming his other friends, he shouts at them to drown out the thoughts of hurting them. often the intrusive thoughts are a continuation of his nightmares.

Having been told his whole life that he’d make a better villain, with the LOV even going so far as to think they could convert him fills him with fear. he is scared of his own anger, worried it will one day kill everyone around him, and that he is actually just a villain at heart. nothing can reassure him that he isn’t destined to be a villain, and he works as hard as he can to prove to himself that he isn’t evil, even if he can’t quite bring himself to trust his own hard work.

[dodzishere]

I just saw an edit that went from bakugo in the shackles during the UA sports festival with a clean ass transition to him during the sludge villian attack and istg this man has so many clear signs of PTSD. oh, and then another one with different times his hands had been shaking from overuse and damn everything hurts.

[sawbiter]

gunpowder - katsuki bakugo

cw : angst, hurt/comfort, "villainous" quirks, mental illness, quirk accidents, minor injuries, guilt.

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“shit-” katsuki can hear you groan and walk to your shared bathroom. he's always been a light sleeper, but especially when he's near you. he claims its a protective instinct; you say its ptsd.

“baby? fuck..” he rubs his eyes to cure the groggy filter of sleep, “what's wrong?”

“nothing! i just- i just got my period!” you speak, quickly and while laughing. a clear sign of panicked lies.

katsuki immediately stands up, he can tell somethings off. as he does so, he looks to your side of the bed and his stomach lurches at the sight.

the comforter has been burned off where his left hand would have lied. actually, everything right there is burned off. down to the mattress, which is black and seared. he's only now noticed the scent of burning and smoke.

he curses loudly, rushing to the bathroom door, which is locked.

“kats, it's fine! i'm fine, don't worry!” you say, desperate to keep him from seeing the damage.

“let me in.” his voice is urgent with panic, “fucking- let me in!” he bangs on the door, terrified that you're dying on the other side; that his villainous quirk has hurt another.

you unlock the door, and he rushes in.

you're seated on the floor. hand-shaped burn marks are on your arm and upper thigh, he sighs with relief at the fact that they most likely won't scar.

he rushes to your side, examining the hand prints which match up with his hands exactly.

you attempt to reassure him, “kats, it was an accident. you had no control, its not your fault. you were sleeping and you had a nightmare. i tried to wake you- it wasn't smart of me. it's not your fault.” you rush out, tears forming at the sigh of his face, which looks absolutely grief-stricken.

“i fucking hurt you,“ katsuki starts, “and you're comforting me.” he looks shocked. he hurt you; the only one he's every really loved.

“kats, it wasn't your fault. it was an accident.”

“fuck- don't tell me that! i fucking burned you!” he yells, before quieting, “fuck.. i'm so sorry. i knew i should've been more careful sleeping with you.”

you glare at him weakly, tears in your eyes, “katsuki bakugou! it is not your fault. we've been sleeping together for years, this is the first incident. please, don't shut me out, don't shut down, over this.”

“i fucking burned you! you should want me away from you!” he yells, lashing out as if it was the most obvious thing. “i don't deserve you, i never did!”

“that's not true!” you yell back, “your quirk saves people everyday! one accident doesn't make you a villain!”

tears have fallen from his eyes by now, a rare sight.

you cup his face with your uninjured arm, “please. don't shut me out.”

he holds your hand in his, keeping it against his cheek.

“obviously i fucking won't. i love you. i'm just.. worried.”

you smile, “you don't need to be worried. you could never hurt me.”

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i promise the smut is next my lovess

[peachsukii]

Hollow Heart { chapter 1 - hurricane }

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | friends to lovers ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: The dynamic duo of Dynamight and Deku are unstoppable, climbing the hero charts like they always dreamed of as kids. Their journeys were tough, but offered them the world - fame, fortune, protection of their family and friends, a comfortable hero life. The recent increase in crime around Tokyo kept their entire sector busy, sending heroes out non-stop, desperate to keep the statistics as low as possible to maintain a clean reputation. When a nearby sector is requesting assistance, the boys are tasked with a mission to inspect a villain’s lair in a deserted area outside of the city. Reports have noted people going missing, specifically with rare quirks. With plenty of other heroes being unavailable, you’re chosen to tag along with the duo for the night operation. Everything is going according to plan until the villain lands a surprise attack, resulting in the your kidnapping and whisking you away through a mysterious portal. It’s been a month since your disappearance with no help of the hero agency. Bakugo and Midoriya take it into their own hands and are determined to get you back - no matter how long or what it takes. tags & warnings: mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance a/n: Prepare for the heartbreaking journey of Bakugo battling with his feelings when it’s too late…or is it? :) ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; ~20.6k as of ch.4 ꒱ Chapter 1 | Hurricane [5,092k] Chapter 2 | The Ghost of You [4,799k] Chapter 3 | Choke [3,995k] Chapter 4 | The Grey [6,756k] Chapter 5 | The Good Left Undone Chapter 6 | Tourniquet Chapter 7 | There is Fear in Letting Go 『♡』 this fic has a playlist! ✩

CHAPTER ONE: HURRICANE

A beautiful summer morning, rays of tangerine light poured into the living room of your apartment as you sleepily make your way to the kitchen, desperate for that first cup of coffee. The clock on the stove read 8:35AM - the latest you’ve overslept in the last month. It was another long night in the office, writing reports for your previous week’s hero patrols that you’d put off for far too long. You'd think someone else would be responsible for inputting notes into the agency's system, but no - anyone below rank 10 was tasked with entering in their own data. 

Criminal activity in the area had increased significantly within the last 3 months, calling heroes of all ranks out nonstop, especially lower ranked heroes. Was it annoying? Sure, being awoken in the middle of the night out of a dead sleep to go stop a small robbery at the local late-night supermarket wasn't ideal. Especially when you dreamed of dealing with bigger threats, akin to crime syndicates and large scale villain organizations. As a hero, you’re taught to tune out the small details and focus on what’s in front of you - keeping the citizens of your ward safe and sound, even if it's helping a granny cross the street in the middle of the afternoon.

The agency accepted you with open arms right out of UA High, over the moon to have a hero with a quirk like yours in their roster. Psionic energy manipulation was shockingly uncommon amongst the 80% of the population of quirk users. The kinetic hero, Y/H/N, ranked number 37 - high enough to earn respect from your peers and low enough to not have to worry about being followed by paparazzi and negotiating brand deals. Cities were full of billboards with ads sponsored by heroes, heavily focused on those in the top 10 for allure to their product. Deku and Dynamight’s athletic wear collaboration, Uravity’s mochi bites, Shouto’s fire and ice energy drinks - it was impossible to avoid. Did you wish you had the smallest bit of spotlight? Sometimes, but being able to walk the streets off-duty and not be bothered was a luxury you'd like to keep. On the counter, your phone buzzed and flashed awake, shaking you out of the sleepy stupor.

Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo 

A picture of you and Bakugo appeared on to the caller ID screen - one of your favorite pictures with him. It was from a concert in Shibuya you'd attended a few months back. His arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he flipped off the camera, wearing his infamous toothy smirk as you leaned against him with a small peace sign and a warm smile. 

It's unfair how effortlessly attractive he was. Admittedly, you'd had a crush on him since high school and drank up every ounce of affection he threw your way over the years. Even though you've known him and Midoriya since childhood, your friendship didn't truly blossom until your first year in UA. Thanks to your tenacity and fighting spirit, he respected you after a long six months. That broke down his walls just enough to tolerate you and continue to be friends ever since. 

You, Midoriya, and Bakugo became three peas in pod, a strong bond established to last a lifetime. Post-UA life wasn’t as easy to see each other, but you made it work - trainings, missions, conflicting work schedules, and general life couldn’t get in between the three of you, even if it was just over texts, phone calls and late-night movie marathons. It helped that you all lived in Tokyo, at least. Midoriya, of course, was extremely special and essential to your life. He’s like the little brother you always wanted and a constant ray of sunshine, always there for whatever you need. There was just something different and special about your bond with Bakugo - a spark, without sounding cliche. And after all these years later, he's still your favorite person and one of your best friends. 

You wouldn't trade it for the world. Oh shit, I forgot we planned to go for a run this morning. You answer hesitantly, knowing full well you’re about to get an earful about being late. 

“Yo, Y/N, you plan on showin' up anytime soon?” There was shockingly no annoyance in his tone. “It’s almost 9.”

“Sorry Kat! I overslept. Had a long night writing reports in the office. I’ll be there in 10,” you say, not making any excuses. You hear a loud tch in response - ah, there’s the annoyance.

“I was about to bust down your door and give you a personal wake up call,” he teases, laughing to himself. “Get your ass to the park. See ya, lite-brite.” The line ended with a click. 

He'd never let that nickname go, one that followed you all the way back from high school. You'd grown used to it as he typically reserved it to get under your skin or light a fire under your ass. Most of the time? It worked - and you liked it.

Setting the coffee cup in the sink, you jog back into your room down the hallway and change into a clean set of workout clothes. You'd just gotten the PR package from Midoriya last week with his new sports wear collaboration with Bakugo, saving you time by not having to dig through your laundry pile. He would have scolded you for slacking on chores if he were to have woken you up in person, and then folded it himself to prove a point. He’d often harp on you for not keeping up with basic shit around your place, but in the same breath, start cleaning up for you - it was one of his love languages. 

The company they collaborated with nailed the designs perfectly. It was minimalistic, but still paid homage to their hero costumes. You grab Bakugo's set - a cropped black sleeveless hoodie with an orange 'X' across the front, a forest green band with a drawstring around the midsection, and an orange hood. The matching shorts were all black with a simple orange stripe down the sides. The neoprene material allowed for the set to breathe in any weather condition.

Thankfully, the park you were meeting him at was only a couple minute walk from your apartment building. Not long after pulling your hair into a ponytail, splashing your face with water and brushing your teeth, you're kicking on your sneakers by the door and shuffling out of the apartment. A few minutes to spare, you duck into the convenience store along the way, grabbing two sports drinks and a bag of his favorite spicy-flavored chips. God, you hated the taste of them and never understood why he liked them so much. Some part of you jokingly thought it fueled his already explosive personality, literally heating him up from the inside.

───

"You wear that on purpose?" Bakugo snickers over his phone as you skip toward him, pointing to your workout gear. 

"What can I say? It's comfortable. Happy to be a walking ad for the number four hero," you say, elbowing him in the arm. He rolls his eyes, snatching the sports drink you've outstretched to him and mutters a thanks. 

"You should model our next set," he pats you on the back. "You're the perfect fit." 

You scoff, waving a hand at him. "Yeah, like I'm model material."

"I literally just said you were, dumbass. Take a damn compliment!" 

He peers over your shoulder to see the chips in your bag. "Damn, you're really kissing up to me today. What's the occasion?" He's beaming over the attention you're showering him with - he'd never admit how much he loved it.

You shake your head playfully. "What, I can't spoil my favorite person?" 

Bakugo barks out a laugh while opening the sports drink and chugging half of it in one go. Again, it was stupid how attractive he was, no matter what he did. The summer breeze made his blonde locks dance lazily in the morning sun, a sheen on his flawless skin as some of the liquid spilled out of the corner of his mouth, trickling down his jawline. A sadistic part of you thought he did this shit on purpose to rile you up, testing the boundaries of your friendship. 

If only you had the nerve to just scream from the rooftops - Katsuki, I fucking love you.

“You good, Y/N?” He's waving a hand in front of your face. “Space case much?”

“Yeah! Sorry, apparently still waking up,” you apologize while stretching your arms over your head. “Let’s go!”

───

An hour later, you and Bakugo finish your run in the park, completely drenched in sweat. The two of you plop under a nearby tree in the shade, the humidity adding a layer of exhaustion to your depleted stamina. Lazily slouching over onto your shoulder, he steals the sports drink out of your hand and downs the rest of it himself with a satisfied hah. Somehow, you always forget that he smells like caramel and burnt sugar after a run, invading your senses with that sweet essence that you loved. His bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead as he dropped his head back against the tree, eyes closed as he caught his breath. 

God, he’s so fucking beautiful, you think to yourself, almost afraid he'd somehow hear you.

"I'm free the rest of the day," he comments between shallow breaths, lazily opening one eye and elbowing your side. "Down for a movie day? Been awhile."

"Hell yeah. Junk food, too?" Your eyes light up with excitement.

"Like you gotta ask. I didn't run three fuckin' miles just to look good," he quips. "Cool if I shower at your place?"

That catches you off guard, sending a flutter of butterflies off in your stomach. Why the hell are you so riled up today? Sure, you've had a massive crush on your best friend for ages, but its usually not this intense. Must be the scent of his sweat deluding your thoughts...or maybe it’s the potential scene of watching him walk out into your living room, shirtless - excess water cascading down his hourglass figure, tracing his abs and settling into the hem of his sweatpants.

Stop it! Calm the fuck down.

"S-sure. I have a pair of your sweats, I think…maybe Izuku’s? It’s like you guys leave your shit at my place so I do your laundry for free." 

He shoves you jokingly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Hah! Knew it was you who stole my favorite pair. I’ve got shit with me, no worries.”

Bakugo climbs to his feet, extending a hand back to you. “C’mon, I’m fucking starving and dying to do nothing the rest of the day.”

───

The sunset’s sorbet-colored afterglow flooded the living room as the fourth movie’s credits rolled on the TV screen, a faint warm breeze coming through the open balcony door. The two of you had settled in after your run, marathoning through a collection of films you'd be wanting to watch, surrounded by a buffet of comfort food - taiyaki, meat buns, spicy fried chicken bites, mabo tofu, yakitori, and a box full of various flavors of dango. The cashier at the convenience store must have thought you two were hosting an insane party with how much food you bought, cleaning out their entire hot foods section in minutes. 

Bakugo stretched out like a cat, his abs flexing as his black tank top moved up his midsection. It was impossible not to stare, especially when he wore cropped shirts, showing off his hard earned muscles. You found it ironic how you mentioned once - and only once - how crop tops on guys are attractive as hell, and a few weeks later? He had a handful of them that he’d rotate wearing during the summer, claiming he only wears them for “regulating his temperature for his quirk.” You knew that was a bold-faced lie, but never called him on it. Why would you risk making him change his mind when they looked so good on him? 

He let out a satisfactory groan, putting his feet up on the coffee table and hands behind his head. You stretch as well, throwing your feet in his lap like always. Bakugo looked comfortable, like he was at home. You were home to him.

“I got somethin’ on my face?” He jokes, lolling his head to face you. 

Lost in thought, you have no time to stop the words falling from your mouth.

“No, just admiring you.”

Bakugo quirks an eyebrow, surprised by your flattery. You see a faint pink blush begin to make it’s way across his cheeks, an extremely rare sight.

“Th-thanks,” is all he can muster to say in a low voice. 

“Is that so weird to say? You’re gorgeous, Katsuki,” you blurt out, shocked by your own words. Where the hell is this coming from? You normally weren't so...forward. Not that you were lying in any capacity. You've complimented him plenty times before, why is now different? 

Right?

You pause, realizing you could be overwhelming him. He'd always been adamant on how much he hates when "fans" view him as just a sex object rather than respect him as a heroic figure. 

“I know you hate being objectified. I’m sorry -,”

“Don’t be, y’didn't.” 

The static of the TV hummed through the lull in your conversation, the credits of the last movie approaching the end of its sequence. You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Thank fuck he can't hear your thoughts.

Bakugo notices your nervous tick and grins. That damn shit-eating grin. 

"Relax, Y/N. I didn't say I didn't like it. Big difference between you and a fan girl sayin' shit like that." 

As he’s about to continue the conversation, both of your phones ring simultaneously. That’s weird…it’s 8:30PM on a Tuesday night. Neither of you were scheduled for patrol and all sectors had coverage from the last e-mail update. You pull your phone out to check the caller ID and sigh in annoyance.

Incoming Call: AGENCY - EMERGENCY LINE

“The fuck?” Bakugo huffs, his brow furrowed in confusion. 

───

After 15 minutes, you're debriefed with a new mission, and strangely, you’re assigned with none other than Bakugo and Midoriya. This was extremely uncommon for heroes of top 10 rank to work with those below rank 25 and only happened when other top 10 heroes are too busy. Emergency calls were normally automated messages, but this was a personal conference call from the board of directors.

We are in need of Y/H/N to assist Dynamight and Deku’s mission to stake out a villain’s laboratory tonight in Sector 42. We’ve received reports of civilians going missing near the area over the last few weeks, specifically those with uncommon and rare quirks. There is a probability that hostages are being using for the development of a secret serum, to which is unknown at this time. Report to the agency by 11:30PM for further instruction.

Man, you were really looking forward to more time with Bakugo. Granted, you’ll still be with him, but now you’ll be stalking around for work, not stuffing your face on the couch together.

“Kat, I don’t know what it is, but I…I have a really weird feeling about this stake out,” you admit, unsure of where this anxiety is coming from. This isn’t the first time you’ve been assigned to a mission like this, and certainly won’t be the last, there was just something odd in the air surrounding this one. 

“Yeah. Go grab your suit, I’ll call Izuku to meet us here and we'll go over together,” Bakugo says hesitantly, already dialing Midoriya and bringing his phone to his ear. 

“Hey, yeah just got the call. Y/N and I are at her apartment, swing by and we'll go to the agency together.”

───

By 11:45PM, the three of you are suited up and stationed in Sector 42. The area was very…barren? It was confusing to you how people would wander out here and disappear. It was in the middle of nowhere, miles from the city limits, an open field surrounded by a spotty tree line. Something still felt off about this entire set up - a gut feeling, but it was enough to keep you on edge.

“Y/N?” Midoriya called to you, blinking with concern. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

You rub your temple, desperately trying to push the feeling down. 

“Sorry, Izu. I’ve had a gut feeling something was wrong since the phone call.”

“What do you mean?” His interest is peaked, both out of curiosity and concern. 

“Can’t place it, but I feel it, too. Something’s not right,” Bakugo chimed in, surveying the field for any signs of…whatever the hell it was they’re looking for. An entrance to a lab? Masked minions abducting people? The agency was extremely vague in their details. That didn’t sit well with you, and Bakugo now, too. 

“You’re not wrong. This is an open area in the middle of nowhere. Why would anyone wander out here alone?” Midoriya muttered, continuing a conversation with his own thoughts aloud. “It's not a common road for travel, by foot or by vehicle. And how would the agency know what this villain is making without having the location of the lab in question?”

The abrupt sound of creaking metal echoed around you, a sense of danger spiking in your nerves. You place a hand on the shoulder of both Midoriya and Bakugo to halt them in their tracks.

“Did you hear that? It sounded like a door was opening…close by,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Whoosh!

You didn’t register there was another presence amongst you until the dart made contact with your skin. A warming sensation flowed through your right shoulder as you let out a cry, stumbling to your knee. What the fuck? Your hero suit was designed to prevent piercing damage to a degree, but this dart cut right through it. The dart resembled a syringe, automatically activating the injection mechanism as it pierced your skin.

“Y/N!” Midoriya shouted, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist to whisk you away from another potential attack. Bakugo whipped his head around, looking for any sign of where the dart came from. Was someone hiding, or was it a device hidden out of sight? Maybe in a nearby tree? That's not possible, these trees don't have enough leaves for coverage like that.

“Hold still, I’m going to pull it out,” Midoriya warned. You braced for the pain as he yanked the dart from your shoulder, tossing it out of reach. You wince, the sting slowly fading a few seconds later. “Are you feeling okay?”

Things were starting to feel fuzzy, the ache spreading rapidly through the rest of your body. Everything felt warm and cold simultaneously, as if your body was at war over what temperature to settle on. 

“I’m alright, just…dizzy,” you mumble, slurring as you attempt to reassure him.

Midoriya helps you to your feet, offering to let you use him as support. You wave a hand, muttering over and over again I’m fine, I’m fine. There’s a pulsing sensation starting to build in your shoulder, creeping its way through your right arm. It’s tingling, crawling - uncomfortable, but not painful. What the hell was in that dart? 

A flash of black invades your vision, throwing you off balance as things pixelate and sharpen repeatedly before completely disappearing. Things are spinning and your senses are dulling. You notice that you don’t hear Bakugo or Midoriya anymore…did they wander off? You should be able to hear explosions, gusts of wind, crackling energy - something.

A force knocks you on your back, slamming you to the ground. You don’t feel a damn thing, just a vague numbness as your body, what you presume, hits the ground. You can’t make out whatever, or whoever, it is that is attacking you. I still can’t hear anything! Can you speak? Can anyone hear you even if you could?

…Y…N! …Y/N!

A voice? It’s muffled, but you hear someone calling for you. Was that Midoriya?

“Let her go, jackass!”

Oh no, that’s Bakugo. 

His booming voice reverberates through your head, sending your thoughts whirling in a vortex more than they already were. A vision of the battlefield was starting coming into focus, hazy, but a semblance of scenery was making its way back to you. When did I get up from the ground? Didn't I get knocked down? 

The field before you was littered with debris.

…Branches and broken stumps of dead trees.

…Craters in the ground.

…are those broken pieces of Bakugo’s gauntlets? 

…patchy trails and puddles of blood soaking into the dirt.

The sights sent a chill up your spine - your gut instinct was right. 

To your right, Midoriya panted with force as he held onto his thigh, blood seeping through his suit and staining around the wound. He was close enough that you could see the detailing of his tendons exposed from the impact, frayed pieces of skin hanging from the damage. His hair was slicked back, matted with a mix of, what you think, is dirt and blood. The rest of his suit had a variety of slashes and cuts, the material tattered and torn all over his body.

To your left, Bakugo’s on the ground, battered and bruised as he’s struggling to get to his feet. His gauntlets were missing, along with the glove underneath on his right hand. His exposed forearm was beat red, what looked like hand prints blistering the area. Blood trickled from his forehead and pooled under his mask. He’s shouting again…you can’t quite make out what he’s saying as he’s extending his bare arm in your direction.

What the fuck happened?! 

Something inside you clicks abruptly, adrenaline surging, urging you to fight. It’s competing with the numbness in your muscles. How much damage have you taken if you can’t feel a damn thing?

Fuck. Come on, dammit. Move, fight - do something! Help them!

In your peripheral vision, a man appears beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn on your heel, ready to activate your quirk and blast this guy into oblivion. Your hand meets his clothed chest with a thump.

Nothing happens. 

Your quirk doesn’t activate.

Another swing, focusing all the energy you have into a concentrated blast.

Nothing.

Panic sets in as you study your hand, mortified that you’ve been rendered useless. Your mind is racing faster than you can keep up with. Is this the serum they talked about earlier? How long was I unconscious...was I even unconscious? 

And then it dawns on you - it’s a quirk suppressant. 

The serum they’re using to abduct people nullifies their quirks to make them a willing target.

The mystery man cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your vision tunnels on his face, the rest of your body shutting back down. You feel your arms flop to their sides as your knees begin to buckle - the adrenaline being zapped from your muscles at his touch. 

“Good, it’s setting in. You’ll be a decent specimen. We’ve been waiting for a psionics user like you to add to our roster.”

A giant swirl of matter begins to manifest in front of you, a gentle force sucking you closer to it’s entry point. You can't help but think about how helpless you look in this moment, confused as hell that this scrawny man could take down three heroes with ease. You fucking hated the feeling, never wanting to be the damsel in distress. It pissed you off beyond belief.

“It’s time.” The man, in what you can now see is a white lab coat, turns you around to face the boys sprawled on the battlefield. “We’ll be going now.”

Every inch of your body is screaming run. But you can’t. You can’t move, paralyzed by all the conflicting effects of the serum running rampant through your veins. Your vision is dimming once more, your eyes threaten to close as Bakugo’s voice drags you back to reality. Your eyes snap open as he appears in front of you, digging his heels into the dirt. 

“Hey, wake up! I’m not letting you go!” 

He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, pleading for you to hear him as he clutches your forearm, attempting to pull you to him. You can’t feel it, but by the strain shown in his bicep, he’s using all of his strength to hold onto you. His eyes are full of panic, wide and bloodshot, crimson irises aflame.

"Let her fucking go!" he roars a second time. His hand is slipping down your forearm, now desperately gripping onto your hand. You attempt to grasp it to no avail, your strength failing you. You hear him let out an anxious grunt, struggling against the force of whatever is pulling you away behind you.

Time seems to slow as you lock eyes, an exchange of unspoken words between you two. A sense of dread begins to flood through your body as you see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He's terrified. 

You remember a thought from earlier in the day, if only I could scream "I love you."

There will never be a perfect moment, never a time and place for you to say it. You have to create the moment yourself.

A steady breath escapes you, softly gazing at Bakugo as you see his fingers slipping through your own.

"Katsuki," you mouth, barely able to hear the sound of your own voice.

"I love you."

The last thing you see is Bakugo frantically scrambling toward you before darkness envelops your sight.

- - - BAKUGO POV - - -

Everything happened in the blink of a fucking eye.

Ambushed, both him and Midoriya were hazed with a mysterious smoke, rendering their quirks useless. His explosions fizzled out as he fought the onslaught of henchmen surrounding them, armed with various weapons. The two of them blitzed through a good number of them before quickly becoming overwhelmed - 25 on 2 wasn't ideal odds.

Their hero suits were ripped, equipment shattered as they were punched, kicked, stabbed at, battered, and thrown around.

"I don't need my fuckin' quirk to kick your asses!" Bakugo threatened as he swiped at a nameless henchmen, nailing a right hook to his jaw. Midoriya was holding his own behind him until he let out an agonizing yelp, falling to the ground audibly.

"Deku!" Bakugo called out, spinning in the direction of his cry as someone socked him from the left side. He skid onto the ground, particles of dirt trailing behind him.

Regaining his composure, he looked around to see that all of the henchmen had swiftly disappeared without a trace, as if they were never there in the first place. What the fuck?

He saw her body standing still, some man in a lab coat behind her. She resembled a lifeless puppet, the light from her eyes dim and limbs loosely at her sides. It looked as though she could collapse at any moment.

"Let her go, jackass!" Bakugo shouted, unable to get to his feet.

The unknown man gripped her shoulder as a large black mass appeared behind them. 

Is that a portal? That looks like Kurogiri's quirk from years ago, he thought to himself, willing every fiber of his being to get to his fucking feet.

He's able to muster enough strength get one knee off the ground, enough to launch in range of her and wildly grasp for her hand. 

“Hey, wake up! I’m not letting you go!” 

Bakugo doesn't realize he's screaming, he's acting on impulse and adrenaline - desperation to save her. His hand is slipping at an agonizingly slow pace, moving from forearm to her hand, hardly able to keep his hand clasped with hers. He's cursing internally, hoping that she can't see the terror in his eyes, the anxiety filling him to the brim. That's when he hears her speak, her voice hauntingly quiet.

"Katsuki, I love you."

His hand slips away, watching her disappear into the portal. It closes in an instant as he's hopelessly dashing to it, not noticing that Midoriya is charging from behind him. They briefly collide, stumbling from the impact before they both steady themselves. 

The silence surrounding them is deafening.

"Kacchan," Midoriya snivels, head hung low. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to help." His voice was breaking, clenching his fists at his side.

Bakugo stares at his hand, collapsing to his knees. He felt nauseous, the crippling realization churning in his stomach.

I love you.

Her voice ricocheted through his head, bouncing around as it tugged hard at his heartstrings. An overwhelming sensation of loss fills his heart, refusing to come to terms with the current reality. 

A brief memory flooded into Bakugo's mind, reminding him of a feeling he'd long shoved away. One night - years ago - at his brand new apartment in Tokyo, they'd been up all night talking after the long day of moving his shit into the place. It was 3AM, boxes piled everywhere as they laid in his bed, bullshitting the night away with random talks of life. She started a vulnerable conversation of mental health amongst heroes, ranging from her own family issues and medicated struggles as examples of not knowing what people deal with beneath the surface. He'd been listening, watching as she poured her heart out next to him, able to smile through it all. It was in that moment that struck him like lightning - he'd fallen madly and irrevocably in love with her. He had convinced himself there was no way she would have felt the same, forcing himself to suffocate that feeling for years.

And he was wrong.

Midoriya crouched down beside him as he's lost in the memory, a hand on his shoulder. 

"We'll find her, Kacchan, don't worry," he attempts to declare confidently as his own tears are staining his cheeks. "She's strong, she'll be -,"

"She said she loved me." Bakugo's facade was shattering before his eyes as he watched his best friend crumble onto the ground, clutching his chest. He couldn't control the wail that escaped him, tears pouring from his eyes like the downpour of a rainstorm. 

Midoriya pulled him close, Bakugo falling limply into him, curling into a ball as they sobbed together.

and thus begins the traumatic story of bakugo and midoriya losing their best friend to a mystery portal to nowhere!

Divider by : @/saradika

[doumadono]

Warnings: intermittent explosive disorder (IED), mentions of PTSD, a lot of angst, Bakugo dealing with impulsive anger outbursts, Bakugo being mean, aged-up Bakugo, pro hero Dynamight

A/N: yesterday, while chatting with my partner about Bakugo, a thought struck me (though it's just a personal theory, subject to disagreement) - Bakugo might exhibit signs of intermittent explosive disorder. His frequent bouts of anger, his brusque and often unkind demeanor, and occasional lack of control over his temper could be indicative of this. These headcanons delves into Bakugo's life as the second-ranked pro hero, Dynamight, as he grapples with the aftermath of the war

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

You meet Bakugo when he's the second-ranked pro hero, right after Deku. You're drawn to his charisma, confident personality, and the way he becomes protective of you.

Unfortunately, over time, you start to notice a lot of things that are just not right. His temper is extremely short, and he can explode with anger no matter what happens. It could be something he dislikes or someone doing something he doesn't approve of, and it immediately triggers a massive rage outburst. This can lead to him losing control of his own quirk, resulting in him destroying things.

After a routine checkup, the doctor suggests taking some tests, and the results are devastating: Bakugo is diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.

Naturally, this news infuriates him, and when he returns to your shared flat, he destroys his own little office in a fit of rage.

Bakugo's intermittent explosive disorder makes it difficult for him to control his anger, and he will often lash out in violent outbursts.

Bakugo's intermittent explosive disorder manifests in unpredictable outbursts of anger and aggression, often triggered by seemingly minor frustrations or perceived slights. His explosions can range from verbal tirades to physical violence, leaving destruction in their wake.

During his outbursts, Bakugo lashes out verbally and physically, unaware of the damage he inflicts on those around him.

Despite his efforts to control it, Bakugo's explosive temper often alienates him from his friends and loved ones.

His relationships with people he considered colleagues or sometimes friends become strained as they struggle to understand and cope with his unpredictable behavior anymore.

You're often the target of his outbursts but refuses to give up on him, believing that beneath his volatile exterior lies a wounded soul in need of understanding and support.

Even Mitsuki tries to intervene. "Honey, you need help. This isn't healthy for you or anyone around you! We're here for you, son. We want to help you get through this."

But of course Katsuki declines. "I don't need your help! I can handle this on my own!"

Bakugo's disorder takes a toll on your relationship, testing the limits of your love and patience. There are moments when you feel helpless and overwhelmed, questioning whether you can handle the emotional rollercoaster of being with him.

You learn to recognize the signs of an impending outburst and try to diffuse the situation before it escalates, using gentle words and gestures of affection to calm him down.

Bakugo's disorder has left him feeling like a monster, like a beast that's been unleashed upon the world with no hope of redemption. He's consumed by guilt and self-loathing, convinced that he's unworthy of love or forgiveness.

Deep down, Bakugo is aware of his condition and the pain he causes, but his overwhelming anger blinds him to the consequences of his actions.

Bakugo's disorder causes him to push you away frequently, convinced that he's too dangerous to be around. He believes that he's protecting you by keeping his distance, even though it breaks his heart to do so.

Bakugo's disorder becomes a constant source of tension between the two of you, with every interaction tinged with the fear of setting him off.

Finally, after months of suggesting and almost begging, Bakugo agrees to try something new and allows you to take him to a psychiatrist. The doctor prescribes him Fluoxetine, and after some time of taking the medication, his rage and anger outbursts become smaller and less frequent.

You don't just leave it there. You suggest he should think about therapy, and after some reluctance, he agrees.

After attending several sessions, you both discover that Bakugo's disorder is linked to PTSD he developed post-war and after being dead for a while. Suddenly, everything becomes clear, and you not only understand your boyfriend better but also know how to help him effectively. Hearing about his traumatic experiences brings tears to your eyes, and you cry a river upon realizing the extent of his suffering.

Over time, and with the combined efforts of you, his parents, and his friends, Katsuki starts to make progress in managing his disorders and becomes a bit calmer with his emotions. Of course, everyone remains super careful not to do anything that might set him off.

Being Dynamight's partner is tough, and you know it better than anyone. But despite the challenges, you're not about to leave him. He's the love of your life after all, with all his strengths and weaknesses.

[honeesucker]

Five -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count:  6,774

Series Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: KiriBaku smut - Kirishima in a more Dominant role, Bakugo has big feelings and there’s a lot of softness, useage of a safe word.

*Not proofread.

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“Ready!”  

Bakugo was frozen on the inside, would be frozen on the spot if the Director didn’t clear her throat, smiling knowingly at him and then down at you. “Be good for Mr. Bakugo, Puppy... don’t forget your check-in with Hana next week, okay?”

“Okay!” You said again, your voice a cheery octave higher than normal... if you were nervous, you weren’t showing it. Your floppy little ears bounced as you walked hand in hand with Bakugo back to Kirishima’s waiting car, your fluffy tail swishing behind you quicker as you noticed him. “Red!”

“Heya Pup,” Kirishima greeted, stepping out of the car and walking around to open the trunk where your bag was loaded, Bakugo opening the back door for you. “Ready to head home?”

Home. You didn’t know why that word struck you so suddenly, your tail stopping its movement as you looked up at Kirishima and Bakugo... you nodded.

“It’s gonna be okay, Pup,” Kirishima comforted you, a large hand on your shoulder with a gentle pat as he helped you into the car. “Being nervous and getting used to something new can be scary, but you like Bakugo, right?” You nodded... “and you know me and TetsuTetsu are close by, too, and you’ll still have everyone here at the facility to support you.” You just nodded, giving a small, tight smile as you slip into the back seat, Kirishima helping to buckle you in as he and Bakugo get into the front seat. Kirishima smiles at you in the rearview, watching your stick your face out of the window as the wind whips through your hair and cools your face as he drives away. Bakugo watches the way your eyes close in the sideview mirror, a soft look on his face as he sees the way your nose twitches as you sniff and look around the fresh, new scents of the rural area you’re driving through, and then the scents and sounds of the city as you get closer to his apartment. “We’re here!” Kirishima finally says, pulling up to the front of Bakugo’s building, giving Bakugo a quick look that he answers by shaking his head. Kirishima just smiles and pops the trunk as Bakugo opens your door, Kirishima bidding you a quick goodbye and promising to stop by with TetsuTetsu soon after you’re settled in, Bakugo reaching out his hand to take yours again, finding out from earlier it’s something that makes you feel more secure when you’re nervous.

You happily take his hand, his other occupied by your bag of items as he leads you through the doors into the lobby of his building. It’s high-security, sleek, modern, dark marble and low lighting... the peak of single Hero luxury... he couldn’t help but wonder if you liked it or not.

You took the elevator up to the top of the high-rise, Bakugo having an entire half-floor to himself that allowed for as much space and luxury amenities someone like him could need. He entered his door pin, opening the door with a melodic chime as he ushered you inside, slipping his sneakers off as he smiled softly, watching you slip out of your shoes, too. Bakugo gave you a soft, encouraging smile with a motion to continue in... your eyes wide as you slowly walked around his space. A wide-open space with large balcony windows... it looks like there was a cozy space for you to relax outside if you wanted to... the mixture of sleek modern and traditional Japanese motifs was something you had never seen before, but it fit together well. You walked up, slowly touching the shoji wall you had never encountered before, the soft padding sound of your feet as you walked across the sleek, dark laminate flooring.  

“Want to go see your room?” Bakugo asked softly, and you turned with a slight smile on your face and nodded, opting to follow behind him quietly as he leads you to his cleaned out office... the spare room was similar in style to the rest of the house, a mixture of sleek modern and traditional, everything was cleared out, and the pull-out bed was setup with soft, freshly washed bedding. “I was thinking tomorrow we can go shopping and pick out some things you need, and you can choose things to decorate and make the space more comfortable for you, too... if you want...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off softly as he looked down at you, and you only nodded, a happy smile on your face as you looked up at him.  

“T-That sounds wonderful, thank you... I can... I can clean, or help somehow to pay you back-” Bakugo cut you off immediately.

“No,” he said sternly, but with a soft undertone. “This isn’t something you need to pay me back for, this is me welcoming you into this house, and wanting to give you the right to your own space... no strings attached...” he watched as you marinated on his words before he offered... “want some dinner, Pup?”

You couldn’t help the way you perked up at the idea of food, and Bakugo noticed. He smiled, allowing you a moment to settle with your things and saying you can join him in the kitchen when you’re done. You nodded, pulling out the little bit of clothing and the comfort blanket you’ve had since you were a wee little toddler, setting it up on the bed to put your smell there against the mild, fresh scent of the detergent. You took your folded clothes and set them on one of the empty shelves... you wandered out, the enticing scent of aromatics bringing you closer to the kitchen. Bakugo had already caught you peeking out of your room, opting to not startle you as you decided to come closer and observe him, until you were right beside him and he glanced down at you.

“Do you have any type of food you like, or dislike?” Bakugo asked, and your nose scrunched up.

“Don’t like fish... or seafood... any type, blegh...” Bakugo couldn’t help but shake his head at the little disgusted face you pulled, but nodded, noting that he’d make you something else on the days he opted for a seafood dish. “Everything else okay, spicy is good...” Bakugo puffed up with pride at that last statement, happy he didn’t have to totally give up on his favorite flavor profiles.

“Spicy it is, you want to try some Mapo Tofu (*麻婆豆腐)?” Bakugo asked, arching a brow as he glanced back down at you.  

“Never had, but smells good... sure!” You said, and Bakugo couldn’t help but melt over the way your fluffy tail wagged slowly behind you as you watched him chop, slice and stir everything.  

“You want to help, hm?” Bakugo asked and you looked up at him with big eyes, wide with excitement.  

You nodded excitedly, almost bouncing on the balls of your feet. “R-Really? Yes, please!” Bakugo reached back with a leg, almost effortlessly as he scooted a stool closer for you to stand on, handing you a long handled wooden spoon. “Stir this slowly, keep the sauce moving... we don’t want it to burn, okay?” You couldn’t hold back your excitement as you nodded again, your eyes laser-focused on the simmering sauce as you made a slow, circular stirring motion, watching each time a bit of the sauce stuck to the bottom and you had to scrape and stir some more. Bakugo admired the way you fearlessly went into doing something new... and if you enjoyed cooking this much, he would welcome you into his kitchen and show you everything.

Bakugo was cubing the tofu and watching over you as he felt a nervous, but happy energy bubbling in his stomach... he was happy with how easy you both fell into a little routine in the kitchen, finding common ground to get comfortable together with each other in a new situation. You helped Bakugo with the rest of the dish, him opting to do all the knifework, promising he would get you some practice knives that wouldn’t cut you for you to practice with him later. You both plated your food, and walked over to the living room, him on the couch as you opted to sit, kneeling in front of the coffee table as your nose sniffed at the delicious food, the aroma settling into you as you relaxed.

Bakugo clicked on the television, and glanced down at you, taking a tiny lick of the spicy sauce. “Have any favorite things you like to watch, Pup? A movie or a type of show?” He watched as you thought for a moment, before shrugging.  

“I never watched movies or tv much... TetsuTetsu would drag me along to movie nights but I always fell asleep... uhm, the last movie we watched I remember looking nice, and wanted to finish it but I was too sleepy.”

“What movie, Pup?” Bakugo noticed the change in your demeanor, now a little reserved as you thought back to that memory.  

“It was called A Whisker Away and although it’s about cats, it looked really nice – can we watch that?” You glanced up at him, afraid he’d laugh at you or say no.

“’Course we can, Pup, let’s put it on...” Bakugo just ignored your nerves, guessing that calling you out on them would only make you retreat inside yourself more... he couldn’t help but notice the way you relaxed when he said yes, taking a spoonful of your food and savoring the flavor in your mouth as you glanced up at the screen with bright, excited eyes. You had both quickly finished your food, you curling up near Bakugo’s feet with your knees brought up to your chest as he stayed on the couch, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were okay and before long he noticed you falling asleep... he wanted until you had been asleep for a solid ten minutes before he turned off the movie, and gently picked you up, bringing you to your room and tucking you in. He pulled the covers up toward your chest, and placed the blanket he found on top of the bedding, assuming it was something special to you, right up to your face where you could easily grab it if you needed it for comfort.

Bakugo left the door cracked just in case that made you feel too confined and went to his room, changing into his pajamas before snuggling into his own bed, feeling anxious, but equally happy that this day finally came, and the first few hours of it weren’t awkward or difficult.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You awoke while it was still dark in the apartment, still dark outside, as you panicked for a moment, forgetting where you were as you held your comfort blanket close to you... your comfort blanket? It was put right in front of your face, and now that you thought about it you don’t remember how you got into bed... you sat up, looking around before the sensation of needing the bathroom hit. You climbed out of bed and padded softly to the room next to yours, peeking inside to see Bakugo sleeping peacefully in the dim lighting from his glowing computer screensaver. You quietly backed away, opting for the next door that did turn out to be the bathroom. You used it, and finally after washing your hands stood in front of the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror, splashing water on your face as you looked up, realizing you didn’t put the ear cream on before bed... you actually found it sitting on the counter with your pills as well as a little direction paper written by the hybrid doctor from the facility. You took two tiny pea-sized amounts and rubbed them around the base of your ears, still wincing from the small amount of residual pain as your skin slowly healed itself, little peach fuzz fur popping back where the rubber bands had stripped the hair.

“You okay, Pup?” Bakugo’s deep, sleepy voice startled you and you dropped the tube of cream as you shrieked softly, looking up at him as he knocked softly and then peeked around the open door.  

You just nodded, grabbing the dropped tube and putting the cap back on as you looked up at him, smiling sheepishly. “I forgot my ear cream before bed,” you said, and Bakugo just nodded, smiling down at you with half-open eyes.  

“M’sorry I forgot to remind you myself, but you seemed to really need your sleep.” Bakugo answered, opening the door all the way. “You sleeping okay?” He asked.

You nodded, opting to leave the bathroom as he followed you back to your room. “I was worried when I woke up, I forgot where I was, but, I’m okay.” You said softly, and Bakugo just nodded, the placid look on his face not giving away the screaming cheers he was having on the inside of his mind.  

“When we wake back up at a normal time, want to finish that movie of yours?” Bakugo asked and you jumped up in excitement.

“Yes, please! I fell asleep again...” You grumbled softly as you crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up nearly above your head.

“S’okay, Pup, we can keep re-watching it until we finish it... I’ll see you in a few, yeah?” Bakugo added softly, and you smiled sleepily, a slow nod to your head as you sunk back against the pillow. Bakugo couldn’t help the small sigh of happiness he let out as he watched you sink into comfort. He turned your light back off, leaving the door cracked as he went back into his room, falling asleep with a lighter heart after the interaction.  

Upon waking Bakugo felt off... or something felt off as she went to stretch his tired, aching body when he suddenly made contact with something warm, and soft and fluffy? He froze for a moment before he opened his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting as he looked down and saw you curled up in bed with him, an arm draped over him as you snuggled into his side with your cold little nose pressed into his skin below his armpit. Bakugo didn’t know what to do, between his anxiety and quick-beating heart at this development, and not wanting to startle you, or wake you up, or just move you from this absolutely heart-shattering cute position he found himself fawning over... Bakugo didn’t dare move, at the very least until he heard a soft little noise as you stirred beside him and soon he found himself looking into your eyes. “Heya, Pup...” Bakugo said softly, wanting to tread carefully here. “What’cha doing all snuggled up with me, hm? Was the new room to empty?”

You gave a soft yawn, stretching your limbs out, but keeping the one arm over him as you shook your head slowly. “No, you were crying in your sleep...” you said, a cautious tone to your voice as you continued. “I couldn’t wake you up, and petting you didn’t make it stop like TetsuTetsu used to do to me... but when I applied pressure you calmed down, so I did that for a while and I must’ve fallen asleep, m’sorry...” Bakugo froze... he didn’t realize he was still having nightmares like that, his neighbors hadn’t left any passive aggressive notes about the screaming in the middle of the night in over a month, but apparently he was loud enough to wake you. Bakugo was stunned to silence for a moment before he just smiled down at you, patting your head and gently ruffling your hair with a soft scritch behind your ears.  

“Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, yawning and closing his eyes as he pulled you to his side, his arm caging you in. “I appreciate it, Pup, you did a good job protecting me, huh?”

The blush and small puff to your chest didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugo... he’s slowly learning you enjoy praise and being told something you did was the right thing to do... he’d have to make sure he said his praise out loud when you did something good to reinforce that for you. It didn’t take long again for you both to fall asleep side by side, snuggled up and each with your own little smile.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

When Bakugo woke up and you weren’t there, he didn’t immediately panic... but when he heard zero noises coming from anywhere in the apartment, he got worried. He quickly got up, making sure you just weren’t on another side of his bed. He walked softly across the hallway to peek into your room and found the bed made and you not in it... he didn’t find you in the kitchen or the living room and the moment almost crossed into panic attack territory, he was going to call Kirishima in .05 seconds when he saw a glint out on the balcony... the sun catching in the silky reflection off your fur in such a way it almost sparkled... you were stretched out on a lounge chair just sunbathing as he walked over, admiring you as he slowly opened the door.  

“Mornin’ Pup,” he said, his voice deeper with sleep still. “Do you drink coffee, or tea? Want something?”

“Mmm...” Your little groan made his heartbeat skip a bit, cute as you stretched out your sun-warmed legs and looked up at him from where you rested your head on your arms. “Tea would be really nice...” Your voice was soft, shy, almost afraid to ask for anything but he just smiled and nodded, telling you to head in in five minutes and it should be done. When the time came Bakugo had just poured the hot water over the tea leaves, steeping them and handing the warmed cup off to you carefully. He walked with you slowly to the living room where you both sipped your hot tea, him opting to turn that movie back on for you, and enjoying the way you curled up at his feet... he worried you felt like you couldn’t sit on the couch, but the way you snuggled against his legs, and after he offered you a spot up there, you told him it was sometimes nice to just hunker down on the floor. He didn’t argue, and he enjoyed the way you leaned on him, sipping your tea with your eyes glued to the screen. Finally, as the credits rolled you looked back up at him, your head upside down. “Wow! It was so good!”  

Bakugo nodded, having liked the film. “It was really cute, glad you chose that one.” You got a proud look on your face and leant back against him, still glancing up at him.

“What are we doing today?” You asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Was thinking we could go shopping for you, feel up to that?” Bakugo asked, arching a brown down at you as a thoughtful look crossed your face.

“Ah, yes, but...” your words faded into a soft mumble.

“But what, Pup?” Bakugo pushed you a little.

“B...But I don’t feel like... I earned it, or d-deserve it...” You said quietly, looking down and away from him as your shoulders deflated.

Bakugo nudged you with his knee, making you look back up at him with how stern, but still kind, his voice was. “Hey,” he grumbled out. “You don’t have to earn anything like clothes, and things to make your space special... now if you ask for a $15,000.00 yen computer then we’re gonna have to talk about you doing some chores...” Bakugo mumbled, knowing damn well with all the money at his fingertips he would buy you anything you asked for without hesitation, damning the cost. “You are allowed to have things, especially if they’re offered as gifts... now we’re gonna go out with no limit, and you are going to choose things for your room that make you happy, got it?”

You took a moment to answer, a soft look on your face as you just nodded, finally relenting. “O-Okay, I...” you paused for a moment before continuing, looking back up at him. “Thank you, but...” Bakugo waited patiently for you to finish, giving you a reassuring look. “Can you make me a little list of chores anyway? It helps me feel like I’m at least earning something...”

“I can do that, Pup,” Bakugo said, nodding with a small smile as he gave you a pat on the head. “Now come on, let’s get going hm?” ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Bakugo watched with an amused look as you slowly made your way around the large department store, still occasionally looking back at him for his approval, which he always gave you, before you chose something and put it in the shopping cart, gently placing things upright and fitting them in like a game of Tetris as you kept your eyes scanning around... you had already shopped five full large bags of clothing, shoes, and toiletries that were in the trunk of the waiting hired car... now you both were wandering a department store for room accessories, and whatever else you’d want. Bakugo found it amusing you always chose a new soft plush toy, or a cute storybook each time you found a new one that caught your eye, and he wasn’t going to say no to you – hell, he had plenty of shelf space.  

Bakugo noticed a pattern in what you desired most: soft, fluffy, comforting, neutral colors. Although there were a couple things you picked that leaned toward darker tones, and a couple things that were a baby blush pink... most of what you chose were more neutral earth tones. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder if those tones naturally drew you in and calmed you down... he should bring up the idea of painting your room.

“Uhm,” your quiet little voice broke through his train of thought as he looked down at you, holding a slightly medium-sized box. “T-This is kind of expensive...”

“What’cha got there, Pup?” Bakugo asked, trying to look past the hands you had clasped around the box. You held the box up, and Bakugo noticed a $5,000.00 yen price tag... for a bubble machine. Bakugo arched a brow as he glanced back at you, your eyes looking big and hopeful as he thought he’d press the issue. “What’cha want with a bubble maker, Pup?”

“I like chasing them, and popping them... and I would only do it out on the balcony...” you said sweetly, pleading with your eyes as he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, noticing the way you started to deflate before he relented.

“In the cart, Pup,” he said with a sigh, and a smile down at you as your tail wagged quickly the moment you got to put the box in the cart. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact you felt comfortable enough to ask for a splurge item, and soon enough you guys finished up at the store, you slowed down with grabbing things after the bubble machine, but Bakugo made sure to grab anything you lingered on but decided against in the cart when you weren’t looking. He couldn’t wait to see your face when you unpacked everything and found things you thought you didn’t get.

Bakugo opted to have an assistant from the agency drop all the stuff off back at his apartment, while you and him walked around downtown looking for a place to grab something to eat.  

“You choose, Pup,” Bakugo said, glancing down at you as you held tightly onto his hand, almost leaning into his side as you looked up and around at everything, and everyone, you passed. “Anywhere that smells or looks good to you?” He watched as you scanned the area around you, eyes lingering on a family-style restaurant (*ファミレス). “Wanna go there?” Bakugo asked and you nodded, your nose sniffing at the air as you tugged on his hand toward the place, and he followed you, allowing you the chance to feel confident enough to lead you both somewhere. When you entered you were greeted and told to sit anywhere you pleased, and soon Bakugo saw your floppy little ears perk up at a particular sound, a sound he was familiar with, too... with a quick scan of the restaurant, Bakugo noticed Kirishima and TetsuTetsu seated in a corner booth, and soon the redhead saw Bakugo and waved them both over.

“Wow, hey Bakugo!” Kirishima greeted, then smiling down at you. “Hey Puppy, you guys out to dinner, hm?” You nodded, still holding onto Bakugo’s hand tightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Kirishima as he gave Bakugo a mischievous smirk. TetsuTetsu was soon pulling you to the seat next to him, nearly pulling you into his lap as he waved a waiter over, getting you guys some drinks as well as starting an order of more food for everyone...you opting for some tempura vegetables, and a hamburger steak, and Gyūdon. Bakugo watched as TetsuTetsu kind of handled you roughly, but you had a soft smile on your face as you smiled up at him, letting him shove different pieces of food in your mouth as he talked on and on about what he and Kirishima did that day, with you distracted Kirishima took the moment to nudge Bakugo with a smirk.

“She seems to already be comfortable with you,” Kirishima smiled, an arch to his brow suggesting something else.  

Bakugo scoffed, nudging the redhead back as he stole a piece of sushi off his plate. “Get that thought out of your head, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a noticeable redness to the tip of his ears. “She’s been really good the last 24 hours, I’m really surprised... we even went shopping today.” Bakugo took another piece of sushi from Kirishima’s plate as the additional food and drink arrived, Bakugo watching you carefully as TetsuTetsu helped you by putting your food closer to where you sat... a small smile on his face as he watched you two together.  

“What else?” Kirishima asked, noticing Bakugo avoiding something.

Bakugo scowled, his signature look on his face as his brows pulled together, taking a sip of the saké  Kirishima poured for him. “I guess I’m still having nightmare, just not waking up the neighbors...” Bakugo grumbled, looking away as he drank down the liquid in a smooth gulp. “She came in and tried to do deep pressure therapy in my sleep... I guess it helped.”

“Wow,” Kirishima breathed, a kind smile on his face as he patted Bakugo’s back. “She’s doing a good job already, huh?” Bakugo just nodded, not wanting to drag on this particular conversation as he took another drink, enjoying the food with Kirishima while keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eye.

Soon enough two hours had passed with you all eating, and Bakugo and Kirishima drinking a little, although Kirishima had stopped an hour ago and stayed to mostly water since he’d be driving. He offered a ride to you both and you took it, he also paid for dinner despite Bakugo’s protests – your own cheeks heating up at the sight of how Kirishima shut Bakugo right up with a quick peck to his lips as he left the table and paid for everything... Bakugo left sitting there with a scowl and a deep red blush on his puffed cheeks.

“C’mon, Pup, let’s go home.” Bakugo said, standing and offering his hand to you as you took it, TetsuTetsu whining and snagging your other hand as you all walked to the front to meet Kirishima as he pulled the car around. Bakugo helped you get situated in the backseat as he sat up front with Kirishima, your eyes drifting to the way Kirishima’s hand kept on Bakugo’s thigh, before TetsuTetsu pulled you into a hug, snuggling you and rubbing his face all over yours while he babbled about how happy he was to see you, and how happy you seemed outside of the facility.

“’Shima, can we have a sleepover, huh?!” TetsuTetsu asked, looking up at his owner through the rearview mirror.

“That depends if Bakugo and Puppy want company, ‘Susu...” Kirishima replied, giving a squeeze to Bakugo’s thigh as the blonde sunk into his seek, mumbling out a, “Yeah, fine, whatever...” and looking out the window. TetsuTetsu cheered, saying how much fun you both would have watching movies, and decorating your new room. You just nodded along, snuggled into your friend’s side as you looked around the window, occasionally peeking over at Bakugo.  

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Upon arriving back at your and Bakugo’s apartment, TetsuTetsu ran with you to your room, dragging you behind him as he gripped your wrist tightly... more excited to unpack your stuff than you seemed. Kirishima couldn’t hold back the soft laugh as his hybrid dragged you along, his energy never ceasing to surprise him... and soon Kirishima hooked an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pulling the blonde back to him as he kissed the nape of his neck. “You were a little bratty at dinner tonight, Katsuki...” Kirishima almost purred in his ear, the blonde melting into his arms as he sighed.  

“M’sorry, was a long day...” Bakugo mumbled, despite having a wonderful day with you it was long, even longer after his fitful sleep, despite your help the second half of the night.

“You gonna make it up to me?” Kirishima asked, turning Bakugo in his arms to pull him to his body, the already hardening bulge in his pants pressing against Bakugo’s own semi-hard cock. “Gonna be good and show me how sorry you are?”  

Bakugo looked toward your room, and then back up at Kirishima. “Gotta be quiet though, Red.”  

Kirishima smirked down at him, pulling Bakugo’s bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he pulled gently, before releasing the flesh and kissing his lips softly. “Being quiet is up to you, you’re the one who makes such pretty noises for me...”

“Shut it, Red,” Bakugo growled out, opting to head to your room where they both witnessed a large mess of bags, torn containers, and items strewn about. “Hey Pup, you gonna be okay if we go to bed?”

You nodded, smiling as TetsuTetsu began organizing your books on your shelf. “Yeah, are we being too loud?” Bakugo shook his head, smiling at your care.

“Nah, you go ahead and put everything how you want it, just bag up all the trash you have, yeah?”

“Okay!” You replied, your tail wagging happily behind you as you turned back to unpacking the things in the third large bag you guys have ripped open. Bakugo smiled at the sight, happy to see you so comfortable, and happy that you were at ease with a friend nearby to keep you company.  

Kirishima was pulling Bakugo back across the hallway, quietly shutting your door as he hooked his arm around the blonde’s waist, shutting his door behind them as he turned the blonde to face him grabbing his face in between his fingers, causing Bakugo’s cheeks and lips to squish as Kirishima looked down at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips as Bakugo hummed softly, before Kirishima smirked down at him. “Strip,” he said simply, moving to go and stand in front of Bakugo’s bed, taking off his own clothing... standing nude in the room as his well-defined muscles rippled across his body, his large cock semi-erect as he took a seat on Bakugo’s bed, Bakugo, who was slowly stripping and was just down to his black boxer briefs when Kirishima bent a finger at him, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you kneel for me, Katsu?” Kirishima said, smiling as the blonde fell to his knees with a soft thud in front of him, Bakugo resting his cheek on Kirishima’s thigh as he looked up at him, the tension slowly melting off him as someone else took control, and all he had to do was focus on each task he was given. “You did have a hard day, huh? I’m sorry, Katsu...” Kirishima said, stroking the blonde’s cheek as he pushed his thumb into his mouth, feeling Bakugo’s tongue swirl and suck around the invading digit.

“Yesh...” Bakugo mumbled around Kirishima’s thumb, a pout on his face as his eyebrows knitted together, a scowl still on his face before Kirishima pressed down on his tongue, causing him to gag softly.

“Gonna continue to have that bratty attitude of yours, or are you going to be good?” Kirishima asked, an edge to his voice unlike his normal jovial tone.

“G-Good...” Bakugo mumbled out around his thumb, still sucking on the large digit as Kirishima placed his free hand on the back of Bakugo’s head.

“Then be a good boy for me, and apologize, yeah?” Kirishima asked softly, though his tone held no room for argument... Bakugo just nodded, leaning forward to kiss the angry red tip of Kirishima’s large cock, the precum smearing on Bakugo’s pale pink lips as he did so until he opened his mouth and sucked in the tip, Kirishima sucking in a sharp breath as the blonde took more and more of his length into his mouth. “F-Fuck... ah-hah... you must be really sorry, huh Katsu? Or you had such an overwhelming day you just want to let go, is that it?” Kirishima said softly, petting the blonde’s hair as he smiled down at him with a toothy grin.

Bakugo hummed, but suddenly his practiced movement stopped, Kirishima looking down at him as he saw tears welled up in Bakugo's eyes... saw the fat streaks of salty wetness rolling down his cheeks, his eyes far away and unfocused. Kirishima carefully pulls him off the half of his cock Bakugo had started sucking while Kirishima decided to put a stop to this.

“Red,” Kirishima said with a stern, commanding tone, pulling Bakugo up from the floor and onto the bed with him. Bakugo was still unresponsive, and Kirishima pulled him into his lap... Kirishima, who was probably one of the only men on Earth who could dwarf Bakugo and make him feel small. Kirishima hummed and cooed sweet things into Bakugo’s ears as he slowly coaxed the blonde out of wherever he was stuck mentally. When Kirishima felt Bakugo’s fingers twitch, hand going back to his half-hard cock Kirishima grabbed his wrist and forced Bakugo to look at him.

“Red,” Kirishima said again more sternly. “Scene over, no sex. I’m calling it.” He said with a tone he knew Bakugo wouldn’t argue with, but the stern response made Bakugo flinch, more tears running down his face as Kirishima held him, thumbing away the wetness at his cheeks and kissing his lips softly. “Come back to be, Katsuki,” Kirishima whispered softly, petting Bakugo’s hair and peppering little soft kisses all over from his shoulder, neck, to everywhere on his face and the top of his head.

“M’sorry,” Bakugo finally said, leaning into Kirishima’s side as the redhead pulled him tightly to him, keeping an arm anchored around Bakugo’s body. “M’sorry I’m not like I used to be...” a soft sob shook his body as more tears slipped down his face and Kirishima shushed him, pulling him in tighter.

“I’m not the same, either, Katsuki,” Kirishima said, tucking the blonde beneath his chin as he rested his head above. “We’ve both been through some hard shit, and your trauma is more recent... it’s okay to not be okay, and it’s okay to not be the same, even after you’re done healing...” Kirishima kissed the top of his head. “And you’re not done healing, Katsu... and you don’t have to force yourself to be okay around me, or feel like you need to do all the things we used to do, okay? Not if you don’t want to...”

“I want to,” Bakugo said quickly, a soft blush on his honeyed cheeks. “I just... I don’t always feel okay, and even on a day like today where everything went well... I was happy... w-why do I still feel so bad?” Bakugo growled out, his fists clenching as he ground his teeth together harshly. Kirishima just answered by keeping Bakugo anchored to his own body, holding him tightly in a near-bearhug as he kept Bakugo’s ear against his heart, hoping the steady thumping will calm him down as well.

“You feel bad, even after a good day, because you’re still healing, idiot,” Kirishima admonished Bakugo softly. “Because even though your first day together was a success this is still new, scary territory for you and you’re still frustrated being put on leave and navigating new obstacles you never had to deal with before...” Bakugo’s body started shaking, Kirishima noting quiet sobs wracking his body as he held onto his friend, his lover, tightly to his body. “You’re not used to being dependent on others for anything, Katsuki... and now you’re dependent on Doctors to find solutions to heal the damage done to your body, you’re dependent on the technical abilities of the Hero Support Staff to come up with solutions to protect you and aide you moving forward with any deficits you may have... and now you’re navigating a new relationship with someone who shares in trauma with you and you’re trying to be a good caretaker... that is a lot for anyone to deal with. It’s expected that you’re not dealing with everything perfectly, Katsu...” Kirishima finished and Bakugo clung to him, sobbing softly in silence until the sobs turned to hiccups turned to quiet, gasping little breaths to re-regulate himself.

“T-Thank you, Eji...” Bakugo finally mumbled after minutes of dead silence.

“S’what I’m here for, yeah? I promised you forever, and I meant it.” He said softly, kissing the top of Bakugo’s head.

“Dumb Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a blush on the tip of his ears visible. “Can’t just go around saying those kinds of cheesy things.”

Kirishima grinned, wide and mischievous as he began to tickle at all of Bakugo’s known ticklish spots. “Oh yeah, Blasty Boy? Who’s gonna stop me from saying all those things? You?” Bakugo was trying to hold back his laughter, fighting Kirishima off between fits of deep, baritone giggles and gasping for air as his sensitive spots were attacked ruthlessly. Finally, within another minute, Kirishima relented his assault, leaning down to kiss the smiling blonde in his lap on the forehead. “Wanna just cuddle and go to sleep?” He asked, tracing soft patterns across the sharp lines of Bakugo’s angular face.

“Let me go check on them real quick,” Bakugo muttered, really wanting to check in with you and see if you were doing okay still. “They’ve been suspiciously quiet for too long.”

Bakugo got up, pulling on a pair of sweatpants in lieu of just the boxer briefs he wore. He opened the door to a silent apartment, and walked softly across the hall before opening the door. His breath was taken away at the sweet sight... your room was set up with all the stuff you bought today, decorated in a way that almost mimicked a garden with hanging flowers and greenery, and soft silken canopies of fabric strung around with fairy lights... which were all that lit up the room, twinkling above yours and TetsuTetsu’s sleeping forms, you both cuddled together on top of your bedding. Bakugo grabbed an extra blanket from the hallway, draping it over the both of you and patting your head softly, a touch that you lent into even in your sleep with a soft hum. “Night, Pup...” Bakugo said whisper-soft as he smiled down at you.  

Bakugo left the fairy lights on, turning off the overhead light to leave you both sleeping in the dim, twinkling lights as he closed the door... walking back across the hall with a content smile and finding Kirishima settled into his bed waiting for him.

“They good?” He asked, looking at the smile on Bakugo’s face.

“Yeah, they cleaned up and everything... they’re sleeping now.” Bakugo said, climbing into the bed where Kirishima held up the covers, snuggling beneath a strong arm as he rests his head on his chest. Kirishima pulled him close and kissed the top of his head again before whispering a soft ‘Good night, Katsu’. Bakugo fell asleep in a warm comfort he missed having, feeling more content than he had in a while.

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Shdhdhdbd this has been long forgotten about but surprisingly enough I still remember the request.

If you could, would it be okay if you did a reader who was having g flashbacks of the abused from an ex and Bakugou found them in the middle of the room crying and shaking just pretty much shutting down?

I would be happy to! I love this submission.

Synopsis: Bakugou finds you in a state of distress because you've had a flashback of your abusive ex.

Tags: fluff, little bit of angst, comfort, femreader, adult pro hero Bakugou

Warnings: abuse mentioned, ptsd flashbacks, blood

You had been with Bakugo for about four months now. Meeting the Pro Hero had come as a total surprise in your life, something that at the time you weren't sure you were ready for, but a risk you had taken all the same. How well that risk had paid off.

Sure Bakugo was... well rough around the edges. But he was also so attentive and thoughtful, even when you didn't think he was paying attention. He memorized your schedule, watched all your favorite shows and he had even learned how to cook your favorite foods. What's even more is that he knew about your past. He listened when you had talked about your ex, he wiped away the tears that had streaked down your face and assured you that he would never take you for granted or lay a hand on you.

Well your lease had just ended and even though it was kind of fast, when Bakugou had offered, you decided to move in with him. So that's how you found yourself organizing your dresser, newly placed in Bakugou's huge bedroom. As you pulled your clothes from a stack of cardboard boxes, you heard your boyfriend come into the room.

Bakugo was in gray sweatpants and a black tank top and you could hear his barefoot hit the wood floor as he rounded the corner. As you looked over at him you couldn't help but suppress a smile. Bakugou was carrying a vase of fresh flowers.

"Katsuki... what's this?" You said grinning.

"Just-" he walked over to you, "-a gift-" he pulled you in by your waist, "-for my girlfriend." He planted a small kiss on your lips as he handed you the vase.

You giggled as you grabbed the vase with one hand and embraced him with the other. He smiled down at you, still holding you close, giving you those puppy dog eyes that the rest of the world never got to see.

"You're in a romantic mood... what's brought this on?" You asked as he nuzzled his face in your neck, planting little kisses there.

"You saying I'm not romantic?" He asked as he pulled back, pouting.

"Well..." You teased

"Pfft I'm romantic... I'm really fucking romantic..." He said as he lowered his head to kiss you on the lips, harder this time. You let out another laugh.

"Alright alright Katsuki! You win. Now I've got to get all this stuff put away, so if you don't mind... I don't need the distraction right now." You said, using your free hand to push him away slightly. He huffed grumpily in response before kissing you again and then leaving the room. You smiled as you watched him go, vase in hand. You shook your head but then the vase slipped from your grasp, the glass slippery.

The vase hit the floor and shattered. All of the sudden you felt your instinct kick in as your mind flashed back to a glass exploding on a wall beside your head. That had been a particularly bad day for him... and then he made it a particularly bad day for you. You leaped back from the broken vase on the ground, your heart pounding fast in your chest, but you smacked your back on the open dresser drawers. Pain shot up your spine and more memories flooded your consciousness. Being thrown against the wall, the sounds of your own whimpering. You fell onto your hands and knees as you cried out, white hot pain seared across your vision. But the broken glass was all over the floor and you had hit the ground hard, the glass embedding itself in your hands and knees, the scratches it had made on your feet just seconds ago still going unregistered. You felt yourself clam up, all the noise, all the pain mixing. You were short of breath. All you could think of was escape. Your mind throwing your dark experiences right back at you. How? How could you make the moment end? Your spine hurt. You looked down at the little specks of blood on the shattered glass and scattered flowers around you. You remembered cleaning similar specks before. You had been fine a few seconds ago, happy even. But didn't it usually only take seconds for moods to change? The pain, the noise and the rush of your own thoughts and adrenaline was too much for you and you started crying.

"Babe what happened?!" You heard a yell from the other room and you froze. Suddenly you heard running. No no no no no no no. You heard a smack on the doorframe and you flinched.

"OW! What the hell?!" Katsuki said as he hopped into the room, clutching one foot he had just smacked in his rush to get to you. He had just left the room and was going back to the kitchen when he heard the glass shatter, the big slam and your cries of pain. He had turned right around and run back to the room to find you on your hands and knees panting, small whimpers escaping you.

"Hey what... are you okay what happened?" Bakugou said rushing over to you, his hand going to grab your arm but you jerked away from him quickly. You scrambled back until you hit the bedframe and you looked up at him wildly, your hair sticking to your face, your breathing hard and shallow.

Bakugou put his hands up. He looked at you.

"Hey... it's okay." He said quietly, his eyes wide with surprise. He saw you swallow hard. He scooted a little closer to you. "It's just me... I'm not going to hurt you." He reassured you as he got closer. Slowly he brushed the hair out of your face and cupped it, looking into your eyes.

"I...I... I don't know..." Your brain was trying to reboot, to take itself out of fight or flight. But you couldn't explain, you couldn't think clearly. You began to sob and Katsuki gently wrapped his arms around you. His grip was firm but gentle. Like he was holding something precious, something fragile. His warmth enveloped you and you sobbed into his chest as he pulled you in. It wasn't an angry heat, but a heat like a fire, warming you to your core. You felt him stroke your hair and kiss your head and you sobbed harder. You felt so dumb. You had only dropped a vase. When episodes like this happened it felt like all the progress you had made since leaving your ex was just erased. That awful man would still find ways to hurt you even after he was gone.

"I'm sorry Katsuki..."

"It's not your fault."

"The flowers, they're ruined... and the vase... I couldn't even... after all this time... I just..."

"I'll buy you more flowers and another vase. Don't worry Y/N. You're okay. I don't blame you. The only thing I want is to help you."

You breathed deeply and let out a shaky long breath. Katsuki was surprisingly good with words, when he wanted to be. Your hands clutched at his shirt, as if holding on for dear life. You nuzzled your head into his chest as you tried to calm down and stop crying.

A few minutes later you found yourself in the bathroom, sitting on the sink while Bakugou sat on a stool in front of you with a pair of tweezers, pulling out the bits of glass that had embedded themselves in your knees and hands. He was wearing glasses. Something he doesn't like the rest of the world to know about. You stared down at his concentrated face as he collected the glass in a paper towel. After he'd plucked the last piece of glass from your hands you moved to cup his face. He looked up at you past the rims of his glasses, his eyebrows raised.

"Thank you." You said before planting a kiss on his lips.

He kisses you back, eyes closed. His kiss conveying a message you could now hear loud and clear:

I'm gonna take care of you. Always.

[crittrzz]

my Katsuki Bakugo headcanons

currently experiencing Katsuki Brainrot and need to get some of these out of my system.

(also i haven't actually watched the show in years cause i'm a fake fan so i'm hoping nothing in the newer seasons contradicts any of this)

Ft. a few guest appearances from Kirishima

He started his transition the year before middle school. He BEGGED his parents to let him go to a new middle school where nobody knew him, and after months and months of pestering, they finally gave in. Izuku, not knowing how to be anything without his one-sided best friend, followed him to the new school.

He has severe PTSD due to the sludge villain, sports festival, and especially getting kidnapped by the League. Becaus of this, he can't handle anything covering his face and neck, and he's become even more on-edge when fighting someone he doesn't know.

He gets a very light layer of freckles over his face and shoulders every summer and he hates it. At first he tried covering it up with concealer, but it ended up being way too much work, and he usually sweat it off after an hour of training anyways

He found two stray cats outside his house one day and decided to give them the last few bites of his lunch just to get them off his ass. It worked, and he didn't see them again, at least until a few days later when they came back with kittens. He gave them the last few bites of his lunch again, and they both went their seperate ways. Eventually it became a daily routine for them, and Katsuki actually got very attached to the cats.

When he moved into the dorms he made his dad promise to keep feeding them, and his dad still regularly sends him pictures of the cats.

When he reached the point in his transition where he was starting to finally pass, he asked his mom to please take down all his old pictures on her social medias. She adamantly refused, claiming they were still good memories, so he stole her phone and deleted them himself. He was grounded for a month after that, but they never got re-uploaded.

He loves being outside. Before the dorms, he spent more time out hiking or at the park than he did at home. He planned on continuing this when he moved into the dorms, but when everyone else found out what he was doing they insisted on coming with, so he stopped.

For his 6th birthday "Auntie" Inko took him and Izuku to a planetarium. Katsuki thought the whole thing was a little dumb, but when Inko said he could pick something from the gift shop, he was instantly drawn to a pack of glow stars. He and his dad put them on his ceiling as soon as he got home, and they stayed there until he moved into the dorms.

After a couple weeks away from home he realized he had a really difficult time sleeping without him, so Kirishima bought him a new pack for his dorm ceiling. Katsuki acted mad and accused Kirishima of calling him childish, but the stars were on his ceiling within an hour.

He absolutely hates being restrained, but he loves being held. Whenever he and Kiri cuddle, he has to slowly work his arms around Katsuki's body, being super careful about not holding him too tight, or putting too much pressure. Katsuki feels bad about it, but Eijiro will do whatever he has to in order to be with him.

The only people at UA who know Katsuki is trans are Izuku, Eijiro, and certain staff members. Izuku keeps trying to convince him to tell the others, at least his close-ish friends, but he refuses.

and finally

He was Springtrap from Five Nights at Freddy's for halloween one year, and will fucking kill anyone who mentions it now.

Izuku sent Eijiro a picture. It's now his contact image for Katsuki

[theextratreefairy]

headphones

They/them reader x soft!y!Bakugo Katsuki WARNINGS: Reader barely speaks or focuses because they are overstimulated (get your head out of the gutter, yes, I am talking to you, my dear friend from college), Reader has sensory problems (so very much self-indulgent because my autisme enhances my ptsd triggers :(), pre-kidnapping, bakugo is still a yandere but barely noticeable, willing darling, swearing. Reader's quirk: basically, spiderman because enhance senses and they can make the spider web from their body, but still look human

Reader was biting their nails well studying with the bakusquad. Katsuki, their boyfriend, smacking Kirishima and Denki for being stupid. Mina was staring at Reader, noticing how hard they were biting their nails. "Reader-san, if you keep biting like that, you'll cause your fingers to bleed." Mina warned in a concerned voice. Which snapped Reader out of their 'daydream'. "Ah, thank you for pointing it out, Mina-san."

"Well, rather me then Bakubabe, ain't I right?" Mina joked, causing reader to chuckle. "Yeah, he would be like; 'You need rest'. I don't rest." Reader joked back winking at Mina watching as Katsuki scolded Kirishima, Denki and now Sero for not understanding the English homework. "But want me to help with the English essay? I already finished mine." Reader asked Mina, trying to calm their quirk with the power of distraction. "Already? HOW?!" Reader winced, causing Mina to apologize heavily. Reader, of course, saying that it's fine. Katsuki, being the sneaky bitch he is, of course noticed everything

Katsuki was walking Reader home, his eyes never leaving their neck and hands. "You have cuts on your neck from scratching." Katsuki said in a soft tone. "Is your quirk overstimulating your senses again?"

"Noooo, what are you talking about?" Reader lied, dropping their hands from their neck. "Put on your headphones, firecracker."

"Can't, forgot them." Reader said looking up at Katsuki with sad eyes. Katsuki had a scowl on their face, telling Reader to stop walking for a moment. "You know, teddybear, I will always have an extra pair of headphones in my backpack, all charged up." Katsuki pulled out a black headphone stickered with avatar the last air Bender stickers. Something Katsuki did so that Reader feels cool wearing them.

"Thank you, Kat." Reader said as he put them on Reader's head. "It's my job to take care of you." Katsuki whispered placing a kiss on their forehead.

Might make mulitiple parts to this because I have been having sensory overload way too much. To the point of mental breakdowns so that's fun.

[siflshonen]

Trauma Doesn't Make Someone Right or Wrong but It Does Make Them Easier to Manipulate: Tomura Shigaraki and All for One

I decided I should talk about the MHA villains more, particularly Shigaraki.

BNHA presentations masterpost

BNHA presentations on Ao3

Let’s mosey under the cut.

The color key is not necessary, exactly, but I will be referencing my other posts with similar color keys. I thought it would be helpful to give a quick visual refresher to what they are. I’m going to referencing the other stuff I’ve written a lot in this one when it’s time to get into the details, so please be aware of that.

Regular white text can also be neutral and mean none of these things, but I think you’ll see what I mean by including All for One on here when you see the graphics.

There is Tenko Shimura and there is Shigaraki Tomura. One of them is the scared child who looks like the perfect victim in need of saving. The other is the obstinate, stubborn, short-sighted and naive social deviant shaped by his trauma and grooming. The only thing he seems to exhibit individuality over is his love of video games and which kinds he prefers.

They are the same person. Traumura Shigaraki. Tenko Traumura. 

Shigaraki is sometimes hard to pin down as a character because his individuality beyond his PTSD is rarely allowed to shine. However, I do believe that there are common threads between Tenko Shimura and Tomura Shigaraki. He sincerely wants to make connections, and he sincerely wants to do right by those that accept him, though his own desires and emotional responses often get in the way - as do the desires of another teeny, tiny influence upon him.

His fucking Master, All for One.

Part of what inspired my initial Bakugo presentation was showing how he breaks down the tropes of “hero”, “antihero” and even “antagonist” in shonen manga. The entire cast of Heroes and Villains (remember, they are also social designations and legal definitions in the world this manga) are doing this to some extent. Shigaraki, in particular, is headlining how there is nothing inherently special that makes someone a villain or hero. The determining factor is the perspective of the observer (or affected society.)

Shigaraki may be an antivillain in this story, but to him, that makes him appear the hero of his own story - all while still wearing the self-determined label of “villain”.

Arguably, the actions he chooses to take as a result of his trauma and fear of rejection also make him the villain of his own story at the same time, but we’ll get into that later.

Deku also has at least one mentor (in the Second User) that makes no bones about telling him that his life and well-being is less important than achieving the goal of stopping All for One. But at least he is honest, I guess.

Still destructive, though.

Most of the characters act truly heroically not in moments of glorious victory, but moments of pain, suffering, or even failure (Early-series Deku does this a lot, like when he falls to earth after heroically saving Ochako in the entrance exam. Bakugo, who is sent crashing to the ground in the ironically-named “Katsuki Bakugo: Rising” chapter after putting himself in harm’s way to save someone else, also has a habit of doing this over and over again), which is not the expectation for an archetypal hero in a storybook or comic.

Shigaraki’s glorious rise with cape, model hair, and awesome suit is likewise a moment that does not bode well for him, though he doesn’t know it in the moment.

I don’t make a slide for it, but as he ascends, Shigaraki becomes, well, ethereally beautiful. As his post-family-death amnesiac self, his suffering made him more fragile, frayed, and conventionally ugly in appearance. But after going through All for One’s training and modifications, he was given a new, beautiful facade.

But he was still on the fast track to misery either way.

This discussion isn’t super duper political, but this is your heads-up that many of these “big presences in power” characters also stand in for political ideologies or even entire countries, in some cases.

Endeavor is, roughly, the Japan before modern foreign influence. I’m sure Horikoshi could give us the specific party or movements he had in mind, but he’s not the focus of this post. If you want a more in-depth breakdown of Endeavor and the Todoroki family, please see this post. 

The Kirishima Presentation post I made has the most relevant information to the topic of Westernization’s impact on Japan’s attitudes and military power, though it isn’t quite for the same approach and purpose.

All Might, the “band aid” on the My Hero Academia society, is a Japanese guy wearing the appearance of the West while wielding a power that was given to him by someone else, and at seemingly random from an outside perspective. While Toshinori’s true heroic qualities have nothing to do with his nationality (and neither do the features and purpose behind One for All or All for One, when all is said and done), it is important when understanding what Toshinori represents to Endeavor and how he views him.

Both the Heroes and Villains in this series make an entire journey and daytime soap opera of fucking themselves over, honestly.

All for One doesn’t just want to be a dictator or tyrant or king. No, he wants to be the ultimate evil and unapologetic about it. He is the big bad and he is reveling in it. He is going to make himself a cartoon, and then he is gonna rule this cartoon world. Why? We’ll find out eventually. But maybe we’ll never know! I don’t really care. He’s meant to be a static evil.

Naruto tried to be real cool by having their big bad talk about how they were gonna take over the world through hijacking the economy and using that as their in to take over all the Ninja Villages and be real fascists or whatever, but My Hero Academia jumps over that angle by taking a more emotional and universal storybook (or comic book) approach. I greatly prefer it.

I also prefer that the story is blatantly framing the movement it opposes by calling it out as a fucking cartoon villain, though there’s also a twist to this that I think Horikoshi has very intentionally performed.

Fascism most recently swept over Japan as a result of influence from the West. Bam. Easy. So it’s no surprise that, regardless of where he is from, All for One doesn’t just look like a white guy, but like fine art of a white guy from the West. Pretentious. But it’s also kinda funny since he looks like a Greco-Roman god and is trying to flatten his marble curves into lowbrow comic form.

Nazi Germany and the Italian flavor of fascist regimes dressed snappy and loved their high art. Surely y’all know how Nazi Germany defined and tripped all over themselves at the idea of an Aryan race.

Meanwhile, American comic books are a Jewish invention. Superman and Captain America were staunchly anti-Nazi, anti-fascist, anti-all that. For All for One, icon of the type of art branded as “Aryan”, to do what he’s doing in the form of a comic book and saying he likes them is... oh, it’s truly disrespectful of him, to put it mildly. It reminds me of the discussion and fallout surrounding Captain America being part of Hydra for some issues.

Anyway, All for One is rebranding again to sneak into the hearts and minds of those with more modern sensibilities (read: “lowbrow”) to do his same routine. It’s truly villainous, selfish, and disrespectful. Fuck this guy. Rip him apart.

...All of this is a compliment. A hateable static big bad is a good thing when it is what the story wants to achieve.

One could split hairs and say, “All for One’s approach doesn’t resemble fascism! It’s like X!” And if you want to do that, great. Pick your poison of specific flavor of awful Authoritarian or Totalitarian movement that causes extreme suffering. Go nuts. I chose this one because I think a broader approach is more applicable - All for One is a timeless, recurring evil with worldwide reach.

I’ve taken the qualities of Ur-Fascism, or “Eternal Fascism”, listed above from this article, which is also an abbreviation of a longer work on the topic by Umberto Eco. I don’t want to regurgitate the whole thing here, so I encourage you to read it. I did incorporate two of the 14 qualities into other items on this list, but I think you’ll find that All for One checks all of these boxes.

If you read the article or essay, please pay attention to language used like “in the name of liberation”, or how these movements tend to start in another movement with one similar ideal or begin to absorb other movements. Think about how that relates to what happened to Re-Destro’s group and ambition, and the fate of the Liberation Army as it was absorbed into Shigaraki’s/All for One’s. Think about how fascism is contradictory in many ways, but still considers itself a single movement.

For more further reading - @transhawks​ hits the nail on the head regarding what the League of Villains are in relation to Hero Society and All for One. They’re not really revolutionaries or a unified band of anything standing against their evil government for ideological reasons. They’re being used. If you want to enter a more extreme political pick-apart or commentary of this series, this is a good place to look and a crucial thing to understand.

It would be real cool if the USA was truly a well-meaning, if hasty, rude, and entitled do-gooder superhero, but, well, this is a comic book. Y’all know that Star and Stripe is meant to be the idealized USA rooted in Democracy and Liberty and all that stuff, right?

But even the superpowered and ideal version of the USA can be corrupted. The USA has neo-Nazis (and a total shitshow political scene, particularly conservatively but not exclusively limited to that party, currently) and stuff, too. The “We Are All for One” sign in the My Hero Academia panel of violence and chaos in the United States’ establishing shot is a good way to represent how the conditions for All for One to take control can come about anywhere.

This dude, and the fascism he represents, is a parasite.

Anyway, that’s all big-picture stuff. Let’s talk about All for One’s specific approach to getting his hooks into Shigaraki and the League of Villains.

Public opinion is one of All for One’s most important tools, especially when starting out.

Again, All for One is a parasite. And I think the moth wings Shigaraki sports in figurative representations in the manga are meant to suggest the lower two of a Death’s-head hawkmoth, which has an association with death in Japan and some other cultures. I’m not totally sure about this, though.

As for me, personally, I am familiar with this genus of moth because I grew up with the Five-Spotted Hawkmoth’s larvae, which we called tomato hornworms, in the garden. Parasitic wasps like to lay eggs in the backs of the hornworms and then the larvae in the eggs eat the hornworm from the inside out before maturing. I don’t know if Horikoshi had those in mind when he made this manga because I think they’re only in North America, but, well, I thought about them.

My point: Shigaraki was an easy target and a natural choice for All for One.

Tenko fucked his whole family over when his quirk destroyed everything. The damage was not limited to his father. His family may not have stopped his father and maybe could have done more to try and stop him (and Hana could have not sold out Tenko and blamed him for their intrusion into their father’s office), but killing them didn’t exactly help anyone.

As @transhawks​ pointed out, the message of “destroying the existing system (house) to root out the existing power causes more sacrifice than it is worth” is a comparatively moderate one.

But for a boys’ manga series, the major idea that, “hey, maybe try to help one another and don’t act in negative emotion - and DEFINITELY don’t become a fascist ‘cause it’s a trap” is perhaps a more immediately relevant one for that audience than a more complicated political critique. The readership of a boys’ manga is at (or about to be at) high risk for becoming the vulnerable youth Shigaraki, Spinner, and perhaps even Dabi or Toga represent.

Sometimes, things can be as simple as the story of a shitty dad doing shitty things to his family because he sucks. Sometimes, this story can also be an allegory at the same time, if it helps your cause. Dabi certainly thinks about it like this!

Shigaraki seems to flip-flop between these hikikomori and NEET categories.

The Kirishima Presentation post talks about this in great detail with more articles.

When I think about this turn of phrase, I think about Princess Mononoke and how the musket ball inside the boar god is what turned him into a monster and sent him on a rampage, and then infected Ashitaka. There’s a lot to unpack here about that, but this is long enough.

It seems that quirks, while not a definite indicator of what a person is like, has an impact on these characters’ individuality, themes, and preferences in the story.

He rises from the ashes always, it seems. And this isn’t even his final form.

“I hurt, so I want YOU to hurt!” If you don’t know much about folks affected by Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, well, Shigaraki is pretty much a perfect textbook example.

And you could have it all... my empire of dirt... I will let you down... I will make you hurt!

People are individuals. Degrees of and conditions for suffering are all unique. But the end result of trauma upon people is the same. They hurt.

So, I think now is a good time to link to this discussion regarding Tenko’s name.

I don’t know if this alike-sound is obvious to the Japanese readership or not, or if it’s just an English speaker’s ear making the observation in similarity between words. Sometimes, what sounds like a pun to an English speaker is not a pun to a native speaker. I really do not know because I am not a native speaker. But even without knowing that for certain, it’s interesting to think about and good, relevant information regarding some of Japan’s general history. If anybody knows, please let me know.

For the longest time, I thought his name was ironic because “ten” sounds like “heaven/sky” and “ko” like “child”, so he would be named “heavenly child” or “child from the heavens”, which contrasts with his “villain” status, though remains accurate because of his incredible, otherworldly power and appearance by his transformation’s end. But it’s not written like “heaven child”. I asked. But I still think it’s funny.

Anyway.

This is a story, so I literally cannot do anything about this situation except say that I am certain that a hero will come for him. I know it’s a cop-out and I am no different than the old woman who left Tenko on the street, but, well, that’s all I’ve got.

I hope they reach him soon.

[renenene]

Author’s notes at the end :) first fanfic!! Yippee!!

I’m Sorry for You

4.2k words

The title is a song lyric from “ILYIS pt 2” by Mel Bryant & the Mercy Makers

Things I’d put if I ever posted to ao3 !!

Tags:

Many POC and LGBTQ+ headcanons among other things, quirk shenanigans, angst but not too bad ig, POV switching, Bakugo Katsuki swears a lot, Class 2-A, Sero speaks Spanish (yell at me if it’s wrong I’ll probably have my friend translating), Bakugo Katsuki likes to learn languages to fuck with Deku, Bakugo Katsuki natural talent frfr, PTSD for all, post war arc except I stopped watching after s5 and know everything mostly by fandom and friends ranting at me but I’m reading the manga currently, everybody lives/nobody dies, except AFO, we’re getting creative with the Bakugo nicknames, Bakugo in therapy, dekusquad are the real menaces, hero internships, the new class 1-A maybe, smoking weed/weed mentions, panic attacks, dissociation, let Deku stop being an innocent baby, let Deku be a teenager, let Katsuki be a dork, I believe in class 2-A having lives and real trauma responses ☝️

Characters:

Class 2-A, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Eijiro Kirishima, Sero Hanta, Shouto Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Cammie, original OCs probably as background characters idk

Relationships:

Midoriya Izuku/Bakugo Katsuki, past Midoriya Izuku/Ochako Uraraka, background Mina Ashido/Cammie subplot, Ochako Uraraka/Himiko Toga subplot, minor Mirko/Shigaraki, minor Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto subplot, Platonic Ochako Uraraka/Katsuki Bakugo, minor Kyoka Jiro/Yaoyorozu Momo subplot

Blurb ig??

Katsuki Bakugo has cheated death nearly three times at this point. Sludge incident, Kamino incident, the goddamn war. He doesn’t gamble with his life or anything. Villains just seem to love him. If it were up to Katsuki, his life would never be played with.

That's gonna change real quick, though. You’d be crazy to think he’ll accept that after so much goddamn struggle in so little time, it’s Izuku’s ass that’s the only thing pumping his heart. Katsuki is cool with Izuku. He even trusts him. Still, if Katsuki can’t control anything, he needs to at least be able to control his own self.

Yeah, Katsuki’ll cheat death again. Fourth time’s the charm.

Chapter 1 ——————————————

4:48 AM, Friday / Katsuki Bakugo

The sun isn’t up yet, thank God. There’ll be no first year, dumbfuck extras to ogle me on my morning run. I can enjoy my quiet peace — even if the weather is getting a bit too cold for my liking.

Already, I’ve got a tracksuit on in seconds and I’m making record time. If I can get my hair down without problems, then I might be able to sneak some time at the gym. All that’s left is to fix my hair.

My drawer comes open with a roll. My hair clips are usually at the forefront. Usually. I put them at the front every night. I damn sure know where I put my shit.

.

..

…

Where the fuck are my clips?

8:21 AM / Izuku Midoriya

The days were long. The days were hard. And this day in particular was filled with— BOOM! There’s that same crackling noise everyone is all too familiar with by now. You’d think things would change after a year.

But no.

This is worse than usual.

Much, much worse.

Whoops and cheers arise, shouting “Go! Go! Catch ‘im!” A chopping hand makes its best attempt at distracting the instigating crowd, but only succeeds for half a second before the eyes are glued back onto the affair like a brand new fridge magnet.

“Encouraging violent behavior is not heroic cond— Bakugo-San!” Our beloved but prickly class president yelps as an almost impressively minute AP shot goes whizzing over his perfectly styled head. “No quirks in the classroom!”

“It ain’t a classroom until hygenically-challenged-Sensei gets here!” Kacchan sneers his usual sneer as he readies his hand to flick. “Until that infestation of a man wiggles his way in this room, this place is my battlefield. And just like the war— I ain’t losin’!”

“Badmouthing our sensei after he—“

“Take a joke, glasses,” Kaminari leans into the stickler’s side, purring. “Kacchan respects Aizawa-Sensei probably the most out of all of— FUCK!!”

“Language!”

Kacchan’s hand sizzles just the slightest bit from recoil from the shot that narrowly missed Kaminari’s ear. “That’s for making me sound all soft.”

“Kacchan, he was defending y—“

“You better pray there’s someone to defend your ass.” The blond swivels around with the quickness of a top-of-his-class war veteran, which he is, but no one would say to his face lest his head get somehow even bigger.

I gulp. This commotion has been going on all morning. Everyone knows Kacchan isn’t really going to hurt anyone but… he looks like he’s fighting urges.

Sero sits up ever so slowly. His eyes are bloodshot like he’s done a pretty amount of weed before classes, and he probably has. For God’s sake, it’s barely eight in the morning. UA is definitely a stressful place to be, but soon-to-be heroes shouldn’t be doing drugs.

Another small AP shot sounds, and I glow the slightest bit green to dodge it, landing star-shaped like a startled cat in the upper right corner of the back of the mangled classroom. The place looks like a tornado tore through it with the way the desks are all skewed. Some were moved so my classmates could watch the entertainment, chewing on snide comments and muffled giggles as toppings to Yaomomo’s popcorn. It’s like a tiny gladiator fight is going on, and the lion has eaten my sword.

A gladiator fight that Kacchan still won’t win. It’s only because he’s not able to go one hundred percent with this whack a mole stuff ‘cause he’ll mess up the room. However, fucking around is the only way he’ll ever find out how to land a hit on me.

“What did he even do?” Sero drawls, pointing his exasperation at a snarling Kacchan, palms popping with learned restraint. And oh, that restraint is going through a popping pop quiz of a test right now.

He has no clips in his hair. As of late, he had his hair clipped down over his eye like some 2000s emo, minus the scene extensions.

“I don’t have to tell a shitty extra jack shit,” he growls out, a menacing smile turning menacing scowl. It was an expected reaction, really. He always bristles when people get all in his business. And yet, class 2-A is nothing if not always in all his business, if you couldn’t tell by even the most outwardly innocent and responsible eyes being on the commotion as well.

Sero stalks closer with a yawn, a few paces behind him. He's not a step in front, still, out of habit I suppose. Kacchan has eased up a lot with the war. War seems to mature people, everyone here, really. But during his moments of irrational rage, his little aspects of tyranny bubble up like a bad reaction. The reaction he gives Sero, a fast side eye, seems like that sort of steaming an almost boiling pot of water will do before it erupts, leaking water into the ready and waiting flame beneath it.

“You don’t have to tell me ‘jack shit’, sure.” Sero shrugs, most likely unaware that his life is in jeopardy because of the weed in his system. An angry Kacchan is a prickly Kacchan. As much as Sero needs to diffuse the situation for his poor, poor beauty sleep before class, he also shouldn’t want to be put to rest for good. I personally want all my friends graduating without any tombstones for us to plant. “But,” Sero continues, drawling again just so Kacchan can at least focus his annoyance away from me and towards Sero, “we always figure out what dumbass—“

“Language,” Iida peeps out, a low volume I didn’t know his voice was capable of reaching.

“—what stupid thing you fight Midoriya for. Eventually, anyway. So just speed the process already.”

A slow hand turns to aim, palm up and popping, right at his temple.

“‘You tryna call me a dumbass?”

“Lang—“

From the corner of my eye, I catch a mesmerized Uraraka pat Iida for him to lean back. A calm, or at least calm looking Kacchan, is the worst Kacchan of them all.

Over the years there were grumpy Kacchan’s, raging Kacchan’s, stressed Kacchan’s, exhausted Kacchan’s, Kacchan’s in denial— when was he not?— and right now, a calm, almost crazed Kacchan. Of all the Kacchan’s our class seemed to learn how to wiggle our way into the graces of tolerance he had stowed beyond a seemingly less and less penetrable fortress as the days blended, calm Kacchan’s grace looked to lie in another plane of existence.

For, this is a Kacchan that smiled. Easy and small and uncanny. He may make many threats, but it’s been years since he’s looked so genuinely murderous.

“What I’m tryna do is keep you from getting detention for the third time this month. You’re on a weekly basis at this point.”

It’s almost a relief to see Kacchan stop smiling, but that threatening hand moves not one inch down.

“Who told you to care? Hah? Is your name glasses now? Or ponytail? Nah, you’re tape face. So stay in your lane and quit worryin’, jackass.” The two others in question bristle at their mention, but otherwise make no other reaction. Sero’s reaction, however, is to raise a brow.

“So they’re allowed to worry?”

“No, you— what!?— They’re not allowed to worry,” he grits out. “It’s what they do, and it’s what you don’t.”

This is when Mina pipes up, chief instigator of the onlookers. “Mido-Chan��“ she points frantically to the door— “is gone!”

Her impish grin almost grows past her cheeks at the same time that Kacchan’s explosions pop dangerously close to Sero’s face.

Luckily, that’s when Aizawa-Sensei literally rolls in and suddenly the desks are put together by the time he’s upright. Noticeably still in that horrendous banana yellow caterpillar sack, but upright nonetheless.

“Will someone tell me why Midoriya-San was full cowling down the hall?” He drones, already too done to even fathom the possible answers.

A hand shoots up, and it’s no surprise that it’s Iida’s.

“Bakugo-San and Midoriya were having a bit of a scuffle—“

“Again?” He interrupts, just annoyed at the common occurrence at this point.

“Yes, sensei.”

“That’s the third time this month.” Kacchan sucks his teeth at the remark. “Earphone Jack, Creati.” The bloodshot, dried eyes of the insomniac glance between the two in question. “You both work well together. Find the problem child before the bell rings. If you can do that, I’ll give an extra 5 credits to your participation grade for today. However, lost time won’t be made up. Rendezvous with your friends. Heroes don’t have time to ‘make up’ their missions.”

Yaomomo is the first to raise her hand, face scrunched in objection. “Sensei—“

“Unfortunately for whatever you have to say, heroes are not able to decline calls to action if they’re able, either. Imagine a mother’s child dying because you dawdled.”

Him and finding the oddest times to give some strangely amazing advice. He’s not wrong, but he’s definitely twisting the system so he doesn’t have to go searching himself. The man is on a prosthetic leg though.

It’s not until thirty minutes later the three of us return, heaving a stick, leaf, and splinter ladled me by my shoulders.

“S-sorry, sensei.” I bow my head, nervously smiling. By the quiver of my lip, any other person might’ve thought I was about to laugh. But this is class 2-A. They know I’m on the verge of tears with anxiety.

Aizawa-Sensei does nothing but pinch his nose bridge and groan. “Just sit.”

And this class begins, Bakugo sending the occasional calculated glance at Midoriya.

12:13 PM / Katsuki Bakugo

“Dude! You freaked! I mean— more than usual! Like— this was going crazy! It was entertaining as hell—“

“You almost got your ear exploded off,” Sero interrupts the honey haired boy with a small snicker.

“You did too! And well, yeah, that wasn’t entertaining.” He deflates at the memory but perks right up when he gets back to storytelling. Y’know, as if they were not literally there.

Kaminari blabbers on and on, throwing in the odd joke or two about how Izuku slipped away like the fucking Pink Panther with the way he tip toed. Like I was one of those red light laser systems, poised to go off at any moment if you only breathed in the wrong way.

Of course I fucking would. That asshole knows what he’s got comin’, going through my shit. He shouldn’t be so damn surprised I was ready to leave him in tatters. I would disintegrate him with my eyes if I could. The ones that were currently downcast and staring into nothing.

Kirishima leans forward a little from his side of the lunch table, across from me, to tap the space in my view. It’s one quick tap. He knows it’ll get my attention ‘cause I hate it when people do it. It’s as if they’re treating me like a dog, tapping in front of me. Makes me wanna bite their finger off and show them a real bitch. Still, the tap is light enough that the others continue to be too deep in gossip land to notice whatever we’re about to say.

“You good?”

My airhead expression falls right back into a scowl.

“I’m as good as someone with detention can be.” I’d punch his highlighter head if I didn’t like him so much. Tolerated him more than others, at least.

“How long’s it this time?”

“An hour after school. ‘Said I gotta watch Eri ‘cause he knows I hate it.”

“What else?”

I narrow my eyes, leaning closer to Kirishima. “What’s it to you?” The fucker doesn’t pry, thank God. Why’s he doing it now?

“I’m worried.” He shrugs as if it’s normal. “You keep getting in detention.”

My narrowed eyes go to slits by the time I'm finished blinking. “Yeah, well, it’s my business if I do. Not any of yours.”

He only folds his arms and leans back, scoffing. “It’s plenty my business, dear ol’ Kats—“

“Quit calling me that, Jaws,” I grit out. He knows I hate that dumbass nickname. For one—it’s way too cutesy for my liking. ‘Kats’. I don’t have fucking paws. I am not a cat. And if I were, I’d scratch your face and vomit on you before you can say “Kah”.

Nonetheless, he continues. “You’re my friend. I don’t surround myself with people who aren’t manly, and people who aren’t manly go to detention.”

“‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“People who aren’t manly are losers to you, stoplight. I ask again: ‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“The point is stop going to detention.” I roll my eyes. Okay, so he’s calling me a loser. Maybe going to detention isn’t very cool.

“And I don’t mean skipping, just in case you get ideas— even though I know you wouldn’t,” he says, for no reason, might I add. I wouldn’t skip classes unless there was a literal life threatening situation.

“Now, here’s your cookie.” He stuffs a spicy, sweet wafer in my mouth, watching with content as I shift from getting ready to blow his head off to being pacified by the combo of flavors.

Todoroki whisks by at that convenient moment, holding a book open. He looks so similar to Izuku, furiously taking notes once he sees even the slightest noteworthy thing. He’s even got his tongue stuck out to the side as Izuku usually does. Speaking of, what the hell noteworthy thing am I doing right now? “That cookie looks good.” And there goes my answer.

“The recipe’s homemade!” Kirishima chimes.

“Ooh, Kiri, can I have one?” Sero’s practically eating one with his eyes. “Just one nibble or something?”

Mina’s next in line to whine. “Yeah, c’mon, don’t hog!”

“Okay, okay!”

The mention of food has officially brought the other oafs into our conversation. He passes a cookie around to everyone, halting at Kaminari, who seriously cannot take spicy shit at all.

“Why can’t you ever make something normal?”

I lick the crumbs off my fingers, noticing Kirishima grin hard enough for his big cheeks to hurt. Yeah, the cookies are good. Whatever.

“Why can’t you grow some balls, dunceface?”

The others snicker, all except Todoroki.

“But doesn’t Kaminari already have—“

“Nevermind!” Mina pipes up before he can ruin a good joke.

I snag another wafer-cookie whatever the fuck and look up at Mr. Pill. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

“I’m taking notes on that cookie. You mentioned there was a recipe, Kirishima.”

He nods.

Todoroki blinks once. Twice. “Can I have it?”

“You bake!?” Sero bursts, lips pulled in a wide smile. He’s too enamored to realize he’d completely overshadowed Ei and the fact that he was supposed to answer.

“I didn’t know Todo-Chan baked!” Pinky’s hands smack on the table to prop herself up in all her excitement. “You and Sato-Chan should totally bake together sometime. It’d be a flavor party!”

“I thought you’d like bland stuff.” Kaminari is surprisingly less energy filled than the others, instead just curious.

“Baking’s super manly, man!” Kirishima shouts.

Todoroki just shrugs at all their enthusiasm.

“My friends like sweets, so I learned.”

“Well, this ain’t sweet.” I take a large chomp from another cookie. “‘S spishee,” I growl through the mush in my mouth.

“My friends like spice as well.”

That makes all of us raise our brows. Todoroki’s friends like spice? As in— Iida, who’s a stickler for just a chip as opposed to something with “nutritional value”? Midoriya who’s eyes water after “too much” ketchup? Uraraka who… to be honest, she can handle her spice, but can’t take a taki. She’s probably at “spicy” Doritos level.

Sero hooks an arm around Todoroki’s shoulders and grins, small and sly. “Ah, I get it. We’re your friends.” The oh’s on Mina and Kaminari’s face are almost immediate.

“I never said I was peppermint’s friend.” I grumble. The dumbasses continue with their cooing and I continue emptying Kirishima’s container.

“You wanna make cookies for us, Todo?” Mina purrs, cozying up to the boy’s other side. Her eyes bat all coaxing-like.

“No,” he glances down at her, and it takes her a second to realize he’s not being smart with her. Just being as socially inept as he usually is. “You guys are my friends, but they’re not for you.”

“Oh.” Sero and Mina glance between each other, but Kirishima’s the first to ask the big question.

“Who’re you makin’ ‘em for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell?” Dunceface and Elbows ask in unison.

“I can’t tell.”

“Sometimes I just wanna mangle your stupid, inexpressive mug— the shitheads wanna know why, you dumbass,” I grumble.

The dumbass in question blinks, and nods. “I can’t tell.” We all collectively groan. “I can’t.” And the boy shrugs.

“You can’t tell us why you want a spicy cookie recipe and you can’t tell us why you can’t tell us you…” Kaminari freezes, brows pinched. “What was I saying again, Kiri? I-I was definitely saying something— I know it made sense.”

“Mhm.” The redhead snickers at his best friend—but I’m really the best friend ‘cause I’m the best in everything—and replies in kind. “He can’t tell us why he wants the cookie recipe, or why he can’t tell us why he can’t tell us he needs the recipe.”

Kaminari’s eyes are wide as he hugs his own sides, so Sero offers him a pat on the back as consolation. I guess I'd pat him too, if I only I hadn’t turned my hearing aids down. Yeah, hearing aids. Setting off explosions only a few feet from your ears since the age of four does that to you.

“You’re correct, Kirishima. Now, the recipe? Please.”

He nods with the widest smile. “I can text it to you before the day ends. Probably before training with All Might.”

“Anytime before Saturday is a good time.”

Saturday? I perk up. I’m allowed to be fucking nosy. “What’s happenin’ Saturday?”

“Uh…” Uh? Since when was Todoroki capable of saying uh? “I wanna buy the products as soon as possible. For my friend.”

I freeze, eyes narrowing at my Tupperware. It was then that we’d all had the same thought, but Mina was the first to voice it. “Frien—“ Sero’s tape shoots to cover her mouth at a practiced speed. “Mm!! Mm, hm!?” She squeals, and he shakes his head with an eerily serious grimace.

“If you’ll text me the recipe, then I don’t have a reason to be here anymore.” Todoroki bows at a right angle. “Please excuse my interr—“ is that a blush on his goddamn ears?

Kirishima’s the one who covers Kaminari’s mouth when he almost makes the mistake of commenting on it.

Half n’ half stalks away, cradling that book of secrets. Just when he’s out of earshot— “America has a problem.” I lean in, narrowing my eyes at each of my tolerable twits.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari are sat back down and huddled in, already ready to conspire.

“No shit he does. Look at the way he walked off. Like that book was treasure!” Sero whisper-shouts, throwing his hands around.

“I didn’t even know Todo-Chan was capable of blushing!”

Kirishima shushes Mina for being a bit too loud, then ducks right back into our little circle. “Bakugo and Sero are right though. He was totally suspicious. I mean, yeah, we’re all Uber closer now after the…”

“You know,” Kaminari murmurs.

“Yeah, that.” Kirishima takes a shuddering breath at the memories. Bloody and grave. “Anywho, yeah, we’re close. But no one just walks up with a notebook for a reason as small as spicy cookies. I didn’t even tell anybody I made them.” He folds his arms and scoffs. “It’s like the guy knew or something. He couldn’t have had a notebook ready that damn fast.”

“He couldn’t have. But a freckled fuck I know keeps at least one paper and pen on deck at all times.” I pointedly glance behind myself, and their eyes follow that glance. The… “dekusquad”—God, do I hate that that’s what we’re calling them now—don’t look suspicious though. “Shitty de—zuku is in on it,” I interrupt myself midway through the nickname Izuku has told me multiple times he doesn’t mind.

“And did you see the way he seemed almost more interested when you said they were spicy? Who here even likes spicy cookies over regular cookies!?” Kaminari sounds like he’s straining to keep his voice under a hearing level.

Of course that’s the part Kaminari zeroes in on. It is a detail to point out, but not that big. Sero shrugs.

“They were good, but not better than a regular cookie, Ei. No offense.” Mina smiles up at him.

“Whatever, I made them only to satisfy Kats’ hell-hot buds anyway.”

“Which they are.” He blinks a few times, eyes ripped to my deadpan. “Satisfied.”

“Thanks?”

“Ain’t nothing’ to thank. They were good.”

“Kats—“

“Simple as that.”

RING!!

“Shit, the bell!” Kaminari’s packing his unfinished lunch at lightning speed.

“I’ll feel so bad if I have to see that hollow shell of a man looking any more depressing if we’re late to his training,” Sero grumbles as he grabs his belongings with his tape.

“Well don’t remind me!” Mina wails.

Kirishima’s laughing under his breath as he pulls his bag on. “I don’t think All Might will get depressed if you guys are a little late. It’s not manly, yeah, but it’s not world ending.”

The others can scramble to class all they want. I’ve got a plan for the green team. They wanna send spies on me? Jokes on them, I’ve been watched all my goddamn life.

“Whatchu want?” Kirishima squints at me, only teasing. I fold my arms and lean my hip into the edge of the table.

“Shut up and I’ll tell you. You, me, after school.”

“Session?”

What the hell? “No— Fuck, no. Not fuckin’ weed, Ei.”

He only shrugs. “It could’ve been weed. It sounded like weed. It should’ve been weed.”

Why the hell would I want weed?

“No. No, it shouldn’t have. Nevermind—I mean, we need to talk. I got somethin’, and I need ya’ to go along with it.”

“‘You have a plan?”

“Yeah.”

The asshole looks at me. Scrutinizing as if it’s impossible for the top of our fucking class to come up with a plan so fast. I can imagine everywhere he’s looking. The knick in my brow from the war, the worry line just barely coming to shape on my forehead. Basically, every part of me that’s only formed ‘cause of that damn war. I’d rather drop dead than let him think I’m weak.

“Why were you chasing Midoriya—“

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Kats—“

“I told you to knock that—“

“Why not? To the name and… this morning. I thought it was just ‘cause Mina and the others were around that you wouldn’t tell.”

He knows he’s prying, and yet he’s testing me anyway. Regardless of Mina’s big gossipy mouth, I wouldn’t tell a soul. It’s not their business.

“I told you I’m not talking about it, and the extras weren’t the reason why. Plus, that name is fucking ugly by the way.”

“We made it for you though.” He grins.

“‘Don’t mean it don’t suck.” I nudge my head towards the exit, where the bulk of our year is off to. “C’mon, before my perfect no lateness record blows up.”

Kirishima kicks into a jog but raises his brow at me anyway. “But we’re still not done talking. You still haven’t told me—“

“Okay, Johnny Bravo, if I gotta tell you—“

“Who the fuck is Johnny Bravo?”

“—that one buff guy? Y’know, that one show about the guy who’s all macho and has gigantic man tits— nevermind, stop interrupting!” I can feel sparks starting in my palms and he’s not making it any better. “As I was saying, I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’! It’s me and shitnerd’s business. Not yours, not Soyface’s, and not anybody else’s. Got it?”

He mimics catching a ball, dropping it ever so slowly on the floor, and pouting up at me. I swear I’ll kill him one day.

“One day they’ll be sending your ass back to Fatgum. ‘Cause I’ll beat you so bad your quirk will be unusable.”

“Kats, your plays on words are getting too many steps—“

“‘Wasn’t even a play on words, but I’ll give you a more pea-brained threat: I’ll eat you.”

“Hell yeah! Love who you love. I mean, don’t love me though.”

I sigh. My friends are so… stupid.

Most of our class is already huddled around the symbol of peace by the time we arrive. All Might still insists on showing up in his buff form until he starts choking blood, even though no one needs or wants him to. Though, it’s not like anyone wants to crush his spirit by saying anything about it.

“I am here, my students!” the man bellows, as if we don’t have eyes.

Kaminari hails him, before Iida jabs his sharp as hell elbow in the blond's side.

Our training begins.

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A/N TIME !!!

Hope anyone who read this enjoyed :) This A/N is long ash tho, can y’all tell I’m a yapper

Anywho, finally posting the fanfic I’ve been working on 😭 literally only 2 chapters and the beginning of a 3rd in because I have such a bad habit of forgetting things I started, remembering, forgetting, not liking, and repeating the cycle. I got really inspired reading The Way You Used to Do planning this out though. Read it last year and my friends haven’t heard silence since.

If I don’t think this is ass by the time I finish I might post to ao3 as well (probably in like 10 yrs LOL idk how fanfic writers can consistently write chapters and finish with 200k words in like 4 months) this is basically my form of beta-ing when my bsf isn’t available lol

Also, I’ve kinda just been writing in a google doc without a title because it was originally an “x reader” but then the plot I planned got too interesting 🤷🏾‍♀️ I think “I’m Sorry for You” fits the narrative I’ve built though. If anyone wants to know why, id be happy to explain ^^ Anywho, I always think those existential “the stars r ur eyes” or whatever titles were so pretty and I wanted to have something like that but my brain always blanks out when I have to think of a title. Womp womp.

If anyone is interested, I also have a doc for planning, with character headcanons and analyses. I have a visceral hatred for OOC works and while most will say that it is so, they can just be so far from source material that I’ll die reading it. In addition, I made a little playlist to help me brainstorm plot and think about bakudeku dynamics.

[gentrychild]

"thats why i never wrote the good ideas i have that require bakugo pov" do you mind sharing some of those ideas with us? im just curious

Quirkless Katsuki AU

AFO escapes Tartarus and the first thing he does is slaughter a couple of heroes. Katsuki is left unharmed but quirkless.

Katsuki doesn't handle being quirkless well.

Unreliable narrator AU

You see things from Katsuki's POV, starting from the very stupid creek scene where it's revealed that Katsuki always sensed something off about Izuku (basically, that he has afo the quirk). It continues past Kamino where his behavior is explained by the fact he has PTSD and Izuku somehow keeps reminding him of AFO, in subtle ways.

Time travel AU

Katsuki travels back in the past and wakes up as a ten-year-old, very freaked out. In five years, his former childhood friend, Midoriya Izuku, will start walking on the road that will make him the greatest villain of all time. In order to prevent a very bad future, Katsuki must now make sure Izuku is happy and vaguely heroic.

Katsuki is freaking out and internally screaming during the entire AU.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Lovers again: KRBK

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oiNOQgR by Dynariot_manlyboi Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima. They had gone through many trials and had faced countless villains, but they had always done it together. They were an inseparable pair, always there for one another and always had each other's back. But everything changed during their second year at UA. Kirishima suddenly disappeared, leaving Bakugo confused and worried. He searched for his best friend tirelessly, but after months of searching, the case was called closed. Bakugo was devastated, not knowing what had happened to Kirishima. Despite his disappearance, Bakugo continued to excel at UA and graduated as the second pro hero. He had accomplished so much, but there was always a small part of him that longed for Kirishima's presence. He wondered where his friend had gone and if he was still alive. One day, while Bakugo was out for a walk, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. He tried to brush it off, thinking it was just his imagination, but the feeling persisted. He quickly turned around, searching for the source of the feeling, but found no one. Words: 4759, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: Top Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Villain Name is Blood Riot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Anal Sex, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like sirnighteye, Trans Male Bakugou Katsuki, Trans Character, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is Bad at Feelings, Why Did I Write This?, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Kirishima Eijirou Has PTSD, Yandere Kirishima Eijirou, Jealous Bakugou Katsuki, Inspired by Roleplay/Roleplay Adaptation read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oiNOQgR

[peachsukii]

Hollow Heart { chapter 2 - the ghost of you }

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | friends to lovers ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: A month's time has passed since your abduction and the boys have not given up on finding you by any means necessary. Between late night phone calls, midnight confessions, and endless breakdowns, they're struggling to go on with life as usual like everyone assumes they should. Bakugo in particular is struggling with your absence, cursing how he wasn't strong enough to save you and locking himself away. Midoriya has opted for the opposite, spending multiple sleepless nights searching for you on his own. tags & warnings: mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance a/n: Thank you to everyone for the support with this story!! I've gotten some of the nicest compliments and am so excited to continue. Enjoy the angst (and light at the end of the tunnel)! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 9,891 as of ch.2 ꒱ Main Post Chapter 1 | Hurricane [5,092k] Chapter 2 | The Ghost of You [4,799k] Chapter 2.5 | Choke Chapter 3 | The Grey Chapter 4 | The Good Left Undone Chapter 5 | Tourniquet Chapter 6 | There is Fear in Letting Go 『♡』 this fic has a playlist! ✩

CHAPTER TWO: THE GHOST OF YOU

The ride back into the city felt like an eternity, the silence between Bakugo and Midoriya excruciatingly heavily in the air. They hadn’t said a word to one another since their mutual breakdown in Sector 42’s field. The only thing on Bakugo’s mind was to go home, lock the door, and shut the whole fucking world out. Midoriya, however, was writing up the report on his phone while it was still fresh in his mind. Unfortunately for them, they were responsible for relaying all of the information from that night back to the agency, the details of your abduction included, no matter how emotionally wounded they were. 

Midoriya decided to be the first to initiate conversation. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat. “I started the -,”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Izuku.” Bakugo’s voice was hoarse, strained by the combination of screaming and crying. 

Midoriya pursed his lips into a straight line. “Right…sorry.”

“Just sign my name on the report. I don’t want to look at it.” 

“Sure, Kacchan. No problem.” 

The silence resumed the entire way back to the agency. They parted ways without saying goodbye.

─── Bakugo’s footsteps were heavy up the stairs of his apartment complex, struggling to climb to the third floor and make it to his door. He stumbled inside while dropping the briefcase containing his hero suit to the floor and kicking off his shoes. Even though he lived alone, there was an entirely new sense of loneliness accompanying his apartment tonight. 

Turning on the water in the shower, he set the temperature as scalding hot as it could go. He tossed his phone on the counter, disregarding any messages demanding his attention. Once he stripped down to nothing, all of the cuts, bruises and blisters littering his body from the fight were visible and cast back to him in the mirror. 

He wanted to punch his own reflection for being weak.

Bakugo forced himself to stand under the scorching stream of water, the evidence of the night washing down the drain - blood, dirt, sweat and whatever else he tumbled through. He was a stickler for being clean, but that night, he didn't have the ability to give a shit. Once the water ran clear, he didn't bother to move. He stood under the water until it turned ice cold, his mind completely void of thought. 

Eventually, he turned the water off with the minimal energy he possessed. He dried himself haphazardly with a towel, water daintily dripping from his hair as he tossed on a pair of boxers and launched himself into bed. Bakugo felt detached as he stared into the void of his bedroom, growing listless as he studied his ceiling mindlessly. 

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he scrolled through his favorite contacts list and clicked on your name. 

Maybe she'd answer?

Big mistake.

Maybe he'd been dreaming - stuck in sleep paralysis or some crazy shit like that. 

The line rang... ...and rang... ...and rang... ...then proceeded to voicemail. 

What the fuck was he expecting? 

It didn't spare him the reflex of his heart cannonballing into his stomach, that familiar nausea returning from the moment she disappeared. The memory of you vanishing into the portal sparked in his mind as his stomach stirred, threatening to be sick. 

Oh no, that wasn't a threat - that was a promise. 

Bakugo shot up from the bed as the acidity rose in his throat, sprinted to the bathroom and slid in front of the toilet, losing every bit of the junk food buffet from their movie marathon from the previous day. 

His knees ached from the rough, bare contact of the cold bathroom tile. The taste of bile coated his mouth as his stomach continued to purge until there was nothing left. Eyes watering, nose running and panting frenziedly, he sank to the floor - an empty shell of himself. 

He yearned to go back in time. He'd give everything to rewind and make you stay home - safe and sound. Unfortunately for him, time-travel doesn't exist, nor was there an incantation, spell or charm to wave in the air to summon you back to his side.

You're a fucking coward. 

The thought pounded in his head, regret swirling in his gut over every moment he lost not telling you the truth. 

THREE DAYS LATER

Three days passed with no sign of you anywhere - not work, not home, and nowhere near Sector 42. The agency officially marked you as missing in action, silently, to avoid alerting the public of their failure to keep one of their heroes safeguarded. No one would even know you were gone via the news, they'd have to search the database of the agency to determine your status.

Y/H/N RANK 37 STATUS: MISSING IN ACTION LAST SEEN: SECTOR 42

Bakugo and Midoriya checked the database for an update hourly, just in case - somehow, someway - you'd re-appear magically before they’d get word of your return. 

To their dismay, the status never changed.

The hardest thing was informing your mother of your disappearance, to which Midoriya offered to do on behalf of the agency in place of some unknown board member. Him and Bakugo agreed to visit her together back home in Musutafu to tell her in person. What was the alternative, say "You're daughter is missing" over a phone call? They'd never forgive themselves. They called her together, asking when they could stop in for a visit. Your mother wasn’t naive - she knew immediately something was wrong. 

They had to return to Tokyo shortly after their arrival, leaving your mother with nothing more than a broken heart after their explanation of the situation. She tried her damndest to keep herself together but couldn’t keep her composure in front of the boys. You were her only daughter - her only child. There was no replacing you, no siblings to fill in the void of your absence. 

“Please, bring her home. That’s all I want,” she pleaded, over and over again. 

Midoriya cried himself to sleep on the way home as Bakugo drove them back to the city in complete silence. Your abduction was the equivalent of the weight of the world on their shoulders, a grueling mix of guilt and anger stirring between them. Neither of them talked about that night in the days that had past, not knowing how to approach the subject. Both of them tried to stay in an automated routine, using their work schedules to keep their minds busy. 

No surprise, feigning ignorance didn't work.

───

Midoriya tried to contact Bakugo multiple times over the next couple of days, only receiving sporadic one word responses outside of their drive from Tokyo and back. He expected nothing less, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried sick over his best friend's well-being. He didn't know how to help - did he need space, or did he need someone to comfort him? 

He continued to remind Bakugo that his phone is always on and he's only a call away, night or day. No matter what, he'd drop everything to talk with him or come keep him company. He pulled out his phone to send another reminder. He’s lost count how many times he’d sent the same sentiment, just rewording the text each time. 

(9:15PM) hey kacchan, hope you're doing okay. you don't have to respond, just reminding you if you need anything, call me. i'll be up tonight. (9:16PM) please remember you need to sleep, too. don't push yourself. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. He wasn't expecting a response so soon, let alone at all.

(9:18PM) thanks izuku, you too

Of course, Midoriya would not be taking his own advice. He planned to be up until he passed the fuck out from exhaustion, going until his body physically forced himself to recharge. He was busy taking matters into his own hands, and by that, he was spending endless hours gathering information from the night of the mission. He'd been back to Sector 42 countless times in the last couple days, retracing every single step step, looking for any clues to lead him in the direction of finding the lab - of finding you.

Midoriya monotonously stalked the empty field, frantically scribbling down everything he found:

-The dart canister has no fingerprints attached to it, but left enough of the serum inside to run tests (sample in the science lab - awaiting results) -The dirt in the area had no trace of anyone but us -The portal didn't leave any type of matter behind, no evidence to research -The agency database had no information on a quirk suppressant drug, the only incident linked back to Overhaul years prior (quirk suppressant lasted an hour and was not permanent)

Exhaustion began masking his normal perky expression as the bags under his eyes grew darker each passing day. On top of not sleeping, he was forcing himself to work his usual patrol schedule. Was that irresponsible of him? Other people counted on him, too, and he couldn't handle the thought of a civilian being subjected to another kidnapping - or any crime. 

As long as his eyes stayed open and his body would listen, he'd do the job. That's what it means to be a hero.

But who saves the hero when they need one themselves? 

The question haunted him in the middle of the night, but he mentally tucked away the unease to deal with another day.

No. There was no use perpetuating that mindset, it wouldn't help the current situation. 

He rejected the sentiment, turning his weary eyes up to the night sky as one thought crossed his mind.

She loves the stars. I wish she could see them tonight. ───

Bakugo begrudgingly got his ass to work each day, no matter how fatigued he was. By the sixth day, he was devoid of all energy and full of nothing but resentment for those around him. The color in his life had faded into grayscale, bland and soulless, in just under a week's time.

How could everyone continue on as normal? 

Why did time stop only for him, and no one else? 

No e-mails had gone out, no news updates - nothing - regarding your disappearance. It's as if you never existed. He began receiving endless calls and messages from friends as word spread, asking what happened that night and offering support. He didn't want to hear it - not from anyone, even if their intentions were pure. His phone was full of notifications that he refused to sort through.

Bakugo wanted to disappear, abandon his feelings and burn the world to the fucking ground. 

TWO WEEKS LATER

The agency had officially marked your case as unresolved, shifting the priority from "High" to "Low" status due to the heavy crime rate persisting in the city.  It wasn't that they didn't care, it's that they didn't have the staffing to hunt for a missing hero. They were too busy attempting to fill in your patrols for the month to even think about hosting a search party.

It's just how the business worked. Anyone below rank 10 wasn't deemed urgent by the board. They were replaceable. 

Bakugo and Midoriya vocalized their concerns, multiple times, for the past two weeks. No amount of explanations, yelling, cursing or threats to quit seemed to make the board budge on their decision. It floored them that they were willing to lose two of their top 10 heroes over the refusal of a search party. They didn't push the issue any further after that, unable to muster up the energy to fight more than they already were. They couldn’t rely on the agency to do anything at this time.

─── The clock taunted Bakugo as he tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find a sliver solace in his mind to sleep. No TV, no music, no lights - absolute darkness, with the exception being the florescence of the alarm clock blinking 1:17AM. He reluctantly grabbed for his phone, overwhelmed by the thought of just how many messages and missed awaited him. He'd been ignoring any avenue of communication for the past two weeks, no matter who it was.

Tapping the lock screen, he navigated to his messaging app, showing 32 unread messages. He scrolled through the list: 

Deku - 15 unread messages Red - 6 unread messages Pinky - 3 unread messages Cheeks - 2 unread messages Hag - 4 unread messages Pop - 1 unread message Ears - 1 unread message

Lite-Brite - no new messages

His heart stutters in his chest when he scrolls too far and ended up on your name. He scanned the letters in your nickname multiple times before clicking into the conversation.

What was the last thing you texted him?

"see ya in the morning for our run! :)"

The physical reaction Bakugo experienced while re-reading the message was foreign to him. His stomach lurched, head ached, and eyes twitched anxiously. 

What the fuck was happening to him?

Even though there was no way in hell you'd respond, he needed an outlet right now. His fingers moved faster than his brain could keep up with as he began texting you, spilling out his thoughts like word vomit.

[1:21AM] i bet you’ll never get these, even if your phone is on [1:21AM] there’s so much i want to tell you [1:22AM] like how some mom dropped off muffins for me at the agency cause i walked her kid across the street after a villain attack [1:23AM] or last week when deku was passed out on his desk and drooled all over his paperwork and had to redo it [1:23AM] and this dog i saw in the park on the way to patrol one morning wearing a fucking sweater [1:24AM] idiots don't realize it's summer? poor mutt had to be dying [1:24AM] i've called you out of habit so many times and forget your... [1:24AM] not here

He hated how he sounded like a lovesick dog, cowering with his tail between his legs. 

[1:26AM] i miss you lite-brite

Bakugo stared at the screen for minutes, unsure of what to do with himself. He could feel his heartbeat accelerating at an uncomfortable pace as he sat in the silence of his bedroom. Swiping back to his contacts list, he selects the call icon next to Midoriya’s name. The line rang twice before he answered.

“Hey Kacchan. What’s up?” Midoriya’s voice was littered with exhaustion. 

“Do you mind comin’ over?” Bakugo asked, somewhat ashamed to be asking Midoriya for help of any kind.

 “No, not at all. Everything okay?”

“…no. Not really.” 

He couldn’t mask the dread in his tone any longer. The last two weeks were catching up to him like a dam ready to burst. 

Midoriya paused, a soft hum vibrating through the phone. “…alright, I’ll be right over.”

While waiting for Midoriya to show, Bakugo made the dreadful mistake of lingering through the photos on his phone. He wasn’t one to take pictures, but he’d save all the ones sent to him from friends. You were the exception. He loved taking pictures of and with you any chance he got. He started flipping through them like pages in a scrapbook, memories flooding back and threatening to drown him in despair. The longer he stared at your face in the photos, the more he felt his lip start to quiver and eyes well up with salty tears.

Bakugo’s limbs began to quake uncontrollably, dropping his phone onto his bed as he sprang up, clutching his chest. He could feel every pulse reverberating through his veins, his stomach on fire with anxiety as his breathing became shallow, oxygen no longer reaching his lungs.  

What the hell is this?  Was this…a panic attack?

“Kacchan?” Midoriya called out from the living room, not knowing where Bakugo was as he let himself into the apartment.

“You didn’t answer so I used my key..." his voice trailed off as he made his way down the hallway. He heard a faint sound...as if someone was gasping for air? He picked up the pace and slid into Bakugo's bedroom.

"Kacchan?!" Midoriya rushed to the bed, catapulting himself next to Bakugo as he grabbed hold of his shoulders. 

"Hey, hey, breathe! It's alright, I'm here. I've got you," he soothes, cupping Bakugo's face in his hands. "You're okay. Just look at me, I'm right here."

Bakugo can taste the saltiness of his tears streaming into his mouth as he's fighting to get his breath under control. The familiar bitterness of nausea is creeping up his throat as he smacks Midoriya's hands away from his cheeks, rocketing off the bed and bolting to the bathroom.

Deja vu, huh?

Midoriya wasn’t far behind, dropping beside him on the bathroom floor. All of Bakugo’s stress manifested into his sickness, heaving every ounce of turmoil from his guts. 

“I’ll be right back, Kacchan. I’ll go get you some water,” Midoriya whispers, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s back as he made his way to the kitchen. 

Confident that he’s now running on empty, Bakugo rocked back on his knees and flushed the evidence down the drain. He rested his head wearily against the cool ceramic bowl, finally able to catch his breath. 

Midoriya returns with a glass of water and a wash cloth, handing Bakugo the glass as he makes his way to the sink. He runs the cloth under cold water, wringing out the excess before finding a spot next to Bakugo on the floor. In those few moments, he’s chugged the entire glass of water. 

“Here, turn towards me,” Midoriya says, reaching for Bakugo’s face. 

Bakugo slaps his hand away, a last ditch effort to save the inkling of pride he has left. 

“Kacchan, let me help you.” Midoriya glares at him, silently pleading with Bakugo to let his guard down. They’re best friends, what good is that if he can’t help him in a time of need? 

Bakugo drops his hand out of the way, too exhausted to put up a fight. Midoriya runs his fingers through his bangs, tenderly pushing them out of the way of his forehead as he places the cool wash cloth against his skin. He continues gently patting his face to calm him with the cooling sensation, attempting to get his body regulated back to normal. 

“If you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears. If not, that’s okay.” Midoriya takes the wash cloth away from Bakugo’s face, tossing it onto the counter behind him.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice how upset you've been. I just thought you needed space."

The overwhelming uncertainty swirling around inside of Bakugo comes to a head, bursting through the cracks as he begins to sob violently. Head in his hands, no words are spoken as his heart bleeds from the grief of his current reality. 

Midoriya immediately pulls him into an embrace, awkwardly holding him on the freezing bathroom tile. 

One things for sure - he’s thankful that his phone caught his attention before he drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.  ─── The next morning, Bakugo called out sick for the first time in his pro-hero career. He felt worse than death, rotting away in bed as the sunlight came and went over the course of the day. By nightfall, he was roaming aimlessly around his apartment when an idea struck him. 

Before he could alter his course, Bakugo was on the way to your apartment with the spare key you’d given him years ago. Walking up to the door, he froze, key in the lock as he tried to shove aside the panic threatening to wrack his nerves for a third time. He pushed the door open successfully and stood in the entryway, unsure what to do with himself next.

Engaging into an autopilot-type trance, he began to walk around your apartment and clean up for you like he always had in the past. The leftover dishes in the sink from movie night that never got cleaned, organizing the blankets on the couch, vacuuming the living room from the crumbs from your movie night snacks, folding the pile of laundry in the corner of your room - every and any task he could get his hands on. 

Bakugo hadn’t realized how much time had passed by the time he folded your last shirt in the basket, pulling his phone from his pocket. The clock read 11:35PM. He’d been doing this for 6 hours, stalking around your apartment like it was his own. 

But you know what? It gave him hope - a sliver of something he had all but lost in the time you’ve been missing. 

It wasn’t long before he’d turned on the TV, stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and climbed under the covers of your bed that it hit him - he’s losing his shit. Your disappearance was driving him into madness. Your absence continuously haunted him wherever he went - at home, work, and in his nightmares. Bakugo didn’t know what to do with himself, let alone how to handle this influx of surging emotions running through him 24/7. 

He turned over to the wall to feel a soft lump under the covers. It was a plushie that he’d won for you years ago at an arcade in the city. The two of you had just moved to Tokyo a few days prior. Bakugo remembers fondly how ecstatic you were when he handed the plush to you, jumping for joy like a child. He wouldn’t admit that he spent over $20 on the crane game, determined to win it for you. Could he have bought you one online? Sure, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to take the easy route. 

The idea that you slept with it every night made his heart swell. 

It wasn’t long before the tears stung his eyes again as he cradled the stuffed animal against his chest, cocooned in your bed sheets. The sheets smelled like your body wash, a whisper of floral notes flooding his senses as he curled into a silk-covered ball. 

The bright side? 

Bakugo eventually slid into a deep slumber that he hasn’t had in weeks.

ONE MONTH LATER

Bakugo stared at his phone with fervor, focusing on your name in his contact list for the millionth time. He knew there was no use messaging you again - for fucks sake, you were missing. He’d been texting and calling you ever since that horrible night with no semblance of a response, not even a ‘read’ receipt. 

It’s been a month.   He was starting to lose his sanity, staying up all hours of the night and forcing himself to continue working as a distraction - just like Midoriya. He was running from his invasive thoughts and into a pit of oblivion. He couldn't accept you being…gone. For good. There was no way. He refused to believe some busted D-list villain with one lucky shot could take you out. 

The text conversation taunted him the longer he fixated on his phone screen, scrolling back and forth roughly through past messages. 

Fuck it. 

Bakugo clicked into the response bubble and furiously began typing, continuously sending message after message with no hesitation. His emotional vulnerability got the better of him in the moment as he poured his broken heart out into an electronic void.   [2:35AM] i can’t take this anymore  [2:35AM] i realize i'm basically talking to a damn ghost at this point, i don't care [2:35AM] it's fucking painful without you here [2:36AM] i'm losing my goddamn mind [2:36AM] i can't sleep or do anything without thinking of you [2:37AM] and i should have told you a long ass time ago about how important you are to me [2:38AM] i'm sorry [2:38AM] i'm so fucking sorry [2:39AM] i miss you [2:39AM] i miss your stupid laugh and your smile [2:40AM] fuck, i just miss being around you [2:41AM] i don't know who to talk to [2:41AM] izuku doesn't understand how shitty i feel [2:41AM] kirishima doesn't either [2:41AM] to be honest, i don't fucking understand it  [2:42AM] i feel so lost, i’m grieving someone who’s still alive [2:42AM] and i'm an ass for making your disappearance about my feelings

He’s about to click ‘send’ on his next message when he stalls, analyzing the letters one by one as his throat constricts at the feelings they force upon him.

‘I love you, please come home.’

He deletes the words. He can feel the panic weaving in his stomach and tightening into a knot.

[2:45AM] i don’t want to say this in a fucking text of all things [2:45AM] especially under these circumstances  [2:46AM] but i’m scared i’ll never get to say it to you [2:46AM] i’m a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner

He exhaled a shaky breath as his fingers trembled above the glass screen, his heartbeat deafening the world around him. 

[2:47AM] god dammit [2:48AM] i love you [2:48AM] like a stupid fucking amount [2:49AM] i convinced myself for years that i didn’t and that you wouldn’t feel the same [2:50AM] when you come home [2:50AM] i’ll tell you every damn day to make up for all the times i didn’t [2:51AM] that’s a promise [2:52AM] i love you lite-brite

Bakugo's heart and mind were coming apart at the seams, sinking into the never ending abyss of sorrow growing inside him. He threw his phone across the room, burying his face in his pillow as he bawled into the soft cotton. He was unable to stop the hot tears gushing from his bloodshot eyes, soaking through the fabric as his muffled sobs bounced off the walls in his bedroom. 

And then it happened.

His phone rang from the other side of the room, vibrating against the wooden floor. A wave of rage engulfed his depression as he flung himself off the bed, aggravated by the disturbance. Who the fuck would be calling at almost 3AM? Midoriya or Kirishima, maybe?

And then he saw it.

Your name appeared on the caller ID screen with a picture of you two together.

Is this a sick joke? Was he hallucinating? 

Had his psyche finally shattered?

He juggled the phone in his sweaty hands chaotically as he clicked on the "Accept Call" button.

"H-hello?! Y/N!?" Bakugo cried, distressed as he awaited a response. His whole body was quivering and his breathing was labored. 

The line was quiet before the call ended.

No. 

No no no. 

NO!

His fingers weren't cooperating with him as he hopelessly scrambled to call you again until his phone dinged twice.

Text Message: Lite-Brite

'No. Fucking. Way,' he cursed internally, unsure if he's even in the same reality.

There were only two messages from you - a pinned location and an orange heart emoji.

Bakugo blinked again and again at the screen, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him. He must've hit a state of psychosis, no other explanation. Why would you have access to your phone...wherever you are? That's impossible. 

Or is it?

He worked up the nerve to click on the pinned location text and held his breath as the maps application loaded. The location dinged and showed on the screen where it was sent from.

"There's..." Bakugo grumbled out loud. "...no way in hell this it right."

Sector fourty-fucking-two. 

He placed a hand on the back of his neck when something clicked in his brain, a bolt of unanticipated adrenaline wracking his body.

He hurriedly swiped back to his contacts and clicked on Midoriya's name.

Come on, come on. Pick up, nerd. I know you're up.

"...Kacchan?" Midoriya answered groggily. 

"Izuku, I need you to come over. Now!” Bakugo demanded. He needed to get this adrenaline rush out of his body and use it to find a solution. 

There's a pause before Midoriya’s answer. 

"Mm, alright. Is everything -"

"Now!" Bakugo yelled as he clicked the "End Call" button, chucking his phone onto his bed. 

He figured it out. He knew where you were.

You’re under Sector 42. That’s gotta be where the lab is hidden. Midoriya never found an entrance because there isn’t one. The only way into this stupid place was through one of those portals.

For now.

His mind was formulating a plan as Midoriya’s knock startled him out of his train of thought. He sprinted to the front door, violently swinging it open and pulling him inside. 

“Kacchan! What is it?!” Midoriya was panting frantically, sweat glistening on his forehead and cheeks. “I ran as fast as I could.”

“I figured it out…I know where she is.”

Midoriya scrunched his brows together as Bakugo’s words hung in the air. 

“What?!” “She’s not above ground. She’s underground at Sector 42.”

Each chapter I have planned, so far, is named after a song title that could fit as a theme for the specific chapter. This one (obviously) had to be MCR - The Ghost of You is my fave and fits the narrative I was going for, even though the boys know Reader isn't dead, that doesn't mean their grief stops. tags: @bakugouswaif ✩ if you’d like to be tagged when updates are posted, message/comment to be added! ✩

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Three -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,670

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.  

“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.

“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.

“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”

Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.  

Fucking cowards.

Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.

“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”  

“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.

“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.

Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.

So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.

Your eyes.

They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.

Bait hybrid.

He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:

2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.

2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?

2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.  

2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.

2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.

Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.

When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.  

Accepted that life was filled with things like that.

“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”

Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.

Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or  field day.

He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.

Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.  

Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.

“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.  

“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.  

“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency.  “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.  

“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.

“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.

“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”

“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.

“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.

“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.

“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.

“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.

Snap!

A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.  

A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,” your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.

“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...  

Safe.

“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.

“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.

You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.

You two were meant for each other.

*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.

[vampyrsutton]

TodoDeku ~Temperature Play

Summary:

Todoroki: *exist* Do I really need to explain?

Midoriya wants to try Temp Play, Todoroki has trauma but wants to try, Bakugou tries to help, TodoDeku fuck

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Temperature Play, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Ice Play ,Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto Friendship, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, So This is What I Use My Half A Psychology Degree For Huh?, Oral Sex, Past Child Abuse, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Bashing, Make his pockets hurt

"Mmngh! Sho~! Hot!" Midoriya yelps when Todoroki gets a little too excited and his hand in the greenette’s pants starts heating up.

"Shit, sor-" He tries to pull away but a scarred hand grabs his wrist before he gets very far and he's met with glaring green eyes. 

"I didn't say stop." Midoriya whines, bucking into the heated hand slightly. "Use your ice, too." 

Todoroki blinked in confusion before remembering something he read in an angry pomeranian's notebook. "Temperature Play?" He checks.

Midoriya grins, nodding quickly before flushing. "Only if it's okay of course." 

Todoroki considers it. He's more comfortable with his quirk now after a few years of Midoriya’s undying encouragement, but the closest he came to using it in an intimate setting was when Izuku get cold in the winter. Using it in a relationship setting reminds him too much of his father and usually makes him uneasy, but he decides to think about it. 

"...Next time." Todoroki eventually decides, cupping Deku's face with his free hand and smiling when he leans into it. 

"Okay. I know it still makes you nervous, but I trust you not to hurt me any more than what I want." Izuku smiles. 

"Thank you, Izu." Todoroki smiles in return before going back to the task literally at hand, moving down more to peel of the boxers and take the smaller down his throat.

"AHNGH! Sho~!"

~~~

Months after graduating from UA, Class 1A was finding it exceedingly difficult to keep in touch unless they worked for the same agency or live together. They would do their best to patrol together or grab lunch when they can even if it's just grabbing a sandwich at the closest conbini before running off again. 

That's why Todoroki isn't surprised when it takes almost a month to meet up with Dynamight though that could also just be Bakugou being Bakugou. Eventually, he just text Kirishima and had plans with the blonde by the end of the day. 

"Alright, Half-n-Half. What's so goddamn important that you've been blowing up my phone for weeks and even sicced my boyfriend on me?" Bakugou growls as they sit down with their food. 

"Midoriya wants me to use my quirks on him in bed and you're the most knowledgeable person I know regarding kinks and trauma so I wanted your advice," Todoroki says bluntly, getting straight to the point and handing Bakugou a napkin when he starts to choke on his drink. 

"Fucking hell, IcyHot! You had to do this in public?" Bakugou scoffs, face red both from choking and out of embarrassment. 

"We could reschedule for your and Kirishima's place? Boogle isn't very helpful when typing in 'How to use your fire and ice quirk in the bedroom and overcome trauma caused by watching your father used it to abuse your mother into the mental hospital, you and your siblings into a strained relationship, and forced your oldest brother to fake his own death for over 10 years and return as a supervillain' so I thought you might have better advice." Todorki shrugs, calmly sipping his tea. 

Bakugo grumbles some nonsense, but eventually sighs. "Are you free next Tuesday? It's my next off day and gives me time to do some digging." The blonde relents. 

"I think I get off at 4." Todoroki nods, smiling slightly. "Thank you." 

Bakugou just waves him off. "I can't beat you two for number one if you both end up fucked." He mutters, trying his drink again. 

Todoroki takes it for the Bakunese 'you're welcome' that it is, and nods. The conversation shifts to sidekick stuff from there until they both have to return to work, agreeing to meet at Bakugou's the following Tuesday. 

~~~

"Alright!" Bakugou huffs, slamming a large box on the table. "First we gotta figure out what your actual line is so neither of you crosses it. The fact used it subconsciously means you're probably okay with it to some degree; we just have to figure out what that degree is." 

Todoroki stares wide-eyed at the temperature-resistant sex doll in front of him before looking at Bakugou in a mixture of confusion and intrigue. "I don't know which question I want to ask first." 

"If you're worried about the money, we all still have your dad's credit card saved. As for why I brought it? Ponytail was too far away. Why this specifically? It has the same grade of heat and cold resistance as a non-mutant or temp quirk human body so you can test without destroying it. If it ends up being too much, you stop immediately and take a break. If you fall into a straight-up  trauma response, I've already texted Deku and he's approved Ei cuddles." Bakugou explains with the nonchalance of buying a new cereal and not a full-on, expensive as hell sex toy. 

"I- Thank you?" Todoroki hums before something registers and he smirks. "You used my dad's credit card to buy in a sex toy?"

"Damn right. He put you in this mess, his money is going to help get you out of it." Bakugou smirks, snickering. 

Todoroki can't help his small chuckle. "Thank you, Bakugou." 

"You'd pester me if I didn't." The blonde tsks, waving it off again. The closest the heterochromatic boy would get to you're welcome. "Now have at it 'cause I'm not a therapist so I really have no other ideas or training so exposure it is. I already told Deku to be aware of Dom Drop after, too, but if you really think this will affect you negatively Do. Not. Do. It." Bakugou growls. "Deku is more than okay with stopping everything if it’s gonna fuck you up." 

Todoroki nods, smiling fondly at the mention of his boyfriend. "I know, but I want to try."

"As long as you understand." Bakugou huffs, tossing him lube. "Bring up whatever you need and have at it. 118° (47.8°C) will burn but not scar, 131° (55°C)  is when scarring starts, 162° (72.2°C) is permanent serious damage. Anything below 31° (-.55°C) will cause damage after too long so just be aware." 

"Understood." Todoroki nods.

~~~

"MnmmAhhh~" Midoriya moans, squirming in his bindings. "Sho~! Shit, do that again!" 

Todoroki currently had Midoriya cuffed to the headboard of their new bed in the apartment they moved into after the dorms. The greenette was on his back blindfolded and now had a red handprint on his left pec from Todoroki's faintly glowing hand. He had agreed to leave marks, just nothing that would last, and had otherwise managed to find his line of comfort for the rest.

“Are you sure?” Shoto asks, calm, but still uncertain.

“Yes, please, Sho.” He whines, wiggling in the cuffs.

Instead of giving him more heat, he cools his other hand and runs his finger over the boy’s left nipple, watching it bud in the cold and Midoriya gasp at the sudden contrast. 

He was being careful to not get to damaging cold so that he could trail the cold over the shorter’s chest, watching him start to shiver before letting his slightly hot hand follow the same path and listening to him moan. He had to admit he wasn’t hating this though he was still hyper-aware of his temperatures. 

Todoroki dips his head down and focuses his quirk in his tongue to trail it between the other’s abs and smirk as he squirms at the contrasting sensations. By the time he reaches Midoriya’s cock, the boy is already leaking and he’s more than happy to help clean it up as he lets his quirk encompass his whole mouth before watching Midoriya arch off the bed with a loud moan when he swallows him whole. 

“Shit, Sho~!” The greenette cries out, trying desperately to thrust up and whining when contrasting hands just hold his hips down, one leaving a handprint in warning that only makes his cock twitch more. “Sho, please~” 

Todoroki just chuckles as he runs his contrasted tongue along the vein before twirling it around the head, sucking it inside his mouth to fully engulf it in the half-hot/half-cold sensation. Midoriya moans again when he does this, still trying to move but remaining completely at the Half-n-Half hero’s mercy. 

“Sho, shit your mouth, please Sho please~” Midoriya whines, having no clue what he’s even begging for but hoping the other will still somehow understand.

Todoroki pulls the lube closer, spreading it around the fingers of his warmer hand before wiggling a finger in.

Midoriya cries out, thighs clasping around Todoroki’s head to try and pull him closer. He continues to moan and whimper as Todoroki slowly works him open, yelping when the hands are switched at one point to clamp around the icy intrusion as it sends lingering chills along his prostate. Eventually, Sho has him open and ready, nerves frayed at the drastically contrasting sensations and feeling like he’s already on the edge.

“Sho, please, gonna cum.” He whines when Todoroki pulls his head back. 

Todoroki just hums distractedly despite the fact that he’s smirking, but it’s not like the other can see that with the blindfold. As he watches Midoriya struggle and squirm for some form of contact, he lubes up his cock before resting a contrasting hand on each of Midoriya’s thighs to hold them open as he lines up and starts sinking in slowly. 

He starts off normally, letting Midoriya enjoy the stretch and the full feeling until Midoriya tells him he can move. Once he’s given the okay, however, he pulls almost all the way out before letting his quirk spread there too. He can see the second it registers as Midoriya’s eyes widen behind the blindfold before Todoroki is sliding back in, setting a slow and steady pace so Izu can feel him.

As soon as Todoroki sheaths himself again, Midoriya is arching off the bed from the mix of sensations. Todoroki groans as Midoriya spasms around him as he pulls out and thrusts back in, all the while touching and licking anywhere else he can get his hands and mouth. 

With the complete sensory overload, it isn’t long before Midoriya is begging the dual-colored boy to let him cum. 

“Sho~! Please! Please I’m so close! Let me cum! Please~!” The green-haired hero babbles, whimpering when Todoroki just chuckles and leans forward to give him a half-hot/half-cold kiss that does nothing to help his problem. “Shooooo~!”

“Patience, Izu. I’m almost there.”

“Can-Mnmm! Can you turn it up?” Izuku pouts pleadingly. 

Todoroki pauses, checking his temperatures. Everything is still below the line of making him freak out so he relents, tracing a bitingly cold finger over a perked nipple, and watches as Izuku’s abs contract hard in an effort not to cum. 

“Sho, please!” Midoriya whines again, body trembling with effort and sensitivity. 

“Nope.” Todoroki smirks, dominating his mouth again as a very warm hand wraps around the other’s cock and making him moan Loud into the kiss as he tries to buck into it. “Patience, baby.” He scolds again.

“Sho, please. Please just let me cum, please please I need it so bad! PleaseShoplease!” Midoriya is rambling at this point, stringing his words together in desperation. 

Todoroki chuckles, picking up his pace and increasing the halves slightly to get himself closer too so he’s not overstimulating the other after. “Almost there, baby.” He grunts.

“Sho~! Sho, oh gods, Sho~! Shit! There! Right there, Oh gods!” Midoriya moans, arching once more when the contrasting temperatures hit his prostate and he cums across his abs and chest with a scream as fireworks flash behind his eyelids. 

Between the view and the feeling of Midoriya clenching around him, Todoroki isn’t far behind at all and by the time Midoriya starts coming back to himself, Todoroki is cumming hard inside with a loud groan. 

Once done, he pulls out and collapses to the side, breathing heavily as he reaches for a shirt to clean them up with. After melting some ice over the shirt, he wastes no time getting them cleaned up and before long is uncuffing Izuku, rubbing out his wrists and ankles while he gets his blindfold off. As soon as this is done, and Izu has some water in him, Todoroki is pulling him close to his chest for cuddles. 

“You did it, Sho.” Midoriya smiles in a mix of pride and sleepiness. “Doing okay?”

“So far.” Todoroki nods, burying his face in green curls for comfort. “I’ll let you know if I’m not though. Bakugou gave me a thirty-minute lecture on it.” He chuckles.

Midoriya snorts, cuddling closer. “Of course he did. Good night, Sho. Wake me up if you need anything?”

“Mhmm.” He hums, starting to doze off. “You, too.”

“Love you, Sho~”

“Love you too, Izu.” 

And with that, they’re asleep in minutes, holding each other close with smiles on their faces.