#katsuki is boom boom gremlin

[epickiya722]

Shaking my head at something I saw. Like... Katsuki already done enough so far, even rooted for Izuku last chapter. Y'all can't do the same for Izuku? Like, can Izuku now get his chance to shine again? HE ALREADY GOT ONE OF HIS QUIRKS TAKEN!!

LIKE, LET THE MAIN CHARACTER DO HIS MAIN CHARACTER THING!

[g-gyuutaros]

u are saurrrrr adorable we are in love i am dipping u and kissing u

We are in love I am holding you closely I am making us cake for our wedding actually tell your partner they must make room for a third sksks

[strawhatkia]

lip gloss, lil mama.

INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !

WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+

A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine 🤍 original request look like this -> ”head cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like “My lip gloss senses are tingling” and Y/N’s like “Aht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!” She’s just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It don’t matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🕸✧ SERO HANTA !

this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever

the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention

let’s say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind

you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isn’t so you proceed to put it on

and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamonds 

but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you

he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finish 

he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at him 

he’s the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all up 

i can not tell you how angry i am right now

“what? got something to say, baby?” “nigga, fuck you.” 

It’s war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware

newsflash: that shit never happens either

you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor

all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!

as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down

lil fucker doesn’t even bother wiping it off for a while either

“thanks for sharing, my love.” fuck this nigga bro

but it’s not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional

plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- he’s there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit

he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to you 

even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight it’s over 

running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats

his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did) 

“sunshine~ !” “aht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!” “no can do, sunshine!” 

once he’s got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off

He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgiveness 

“Aww come on, sunshine! You know I can’t resist and plus you can just put more on later!” mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.” “that’s why you’re sitting in my lap!” “LET ME GO-”

he’s a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you can’t stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)  

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty

and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around you 

little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at

one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him

“…keigo tamaki.” “yes, dove?” “ you betta get yo feathers outta here, boy” “aw but i think they like you~”

cornball ass nigga 

ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game

once you’re finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.

you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiot 

“keigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.” “yeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.” “...bird brain.” “i love you too~”

fortunately, he’s much more neater than the others but that just means he’s taking everything with him when he moves away

and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)

when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in

“GOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!” “aww come on, dove! it’s fun to tease you like this!”

he’s laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink) 

— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

THIS NIGGA BRO

HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP

it’s absolutely futile to run from him, he’ll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal

“whatcha got there, huh?” “AHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!” 

he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time

it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack

once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yours 

after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery  

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!” “STOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! IT’S NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!” “THAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!” 

after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest

do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho

eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times

“bakugo, i’m still upset witchu nigga.” “no you’re not, now go to sleep”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

ouuuu new contender !

he is the most excited you have ever seen him

the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile

anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know

that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!

"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.

the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close

and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this

he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !

he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY

"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about that one video of Pewdiepie and Björn, and it’s so papa bakugou coded 🥺🥺

Like imagine opening a FaceTime from your husband as he’s snorting, trying to keep a straight face. Your baby was in the phase of repeating sounds, copying his daddy with grunts and babbles.

He’s sat so hard trying to remain stony faced as he talks to you, baby in his car seat babbling away.

“Little gremlin keeps copying my laugh, watch,” he’s snickering as he lets out his usual booming laugh. Sure enough, a deep belly laugh almost identical is released, followed by delighted giggles when Katsuki has to hold his stomach.

It’s a vicious cycle of him releasing his raucous laughter, and his baby mimicking it, then Katsuki laughing more. You’re dying on the other end of the phone, cooing and encouraging your baby through your bursts of laughter 🥺🥺

[selene-19]

Happy Birthday to 🎂

Boom-boom boy/ Blasty 💥

Blond Gremlin 😼

Tsundere Kacchan 😊

Handsome Katsuki 🔥

Cutie Baby Kacchan 🥰

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight 🧨

The Symbol of Victory 🏆

Izuku's heart and light 💚🔆

The heroine of MHA 🤭 I mean Izuku's rival/ childhood friend and the future no. 1 hero 😉

Katsuki Bakugo 🧡💥

Happy Birthday Katsuki! Missing you lots. I'm hoping for your legendary and awesome comeback soon. have a blast in heaven for now 🥲

I've seen so many beautiful fanarts (wish I could save them all) and read some amazing fics about you. Realize that Katsuki is love by many people 🥺💖

[katsukikitten]

oo about the nicknames--

For Katsuki <33 - katsu, kats, blondie, bakubitch, bakuboy, bakubabe, gremlin, daddy, bakubear, babe, shithead, cunt, dickhead, dick for brains, smartass, my feral dog man <3, arsehole, feral raccoon, my big hunky boom boom man u3u,, honestly i have so many for him it’s probably a problem-

For Dabi (^з^) - dabs, daddy issues, hot topic, daddy, crispy, bvb reject, my favourite fugitive <3, walking teen angst, emo boy <3

For Aizawa ^3^ - mostly just daddy, sho, and 'zawa

Haha Blondie 🥺 that's so cute

HOT TOPIC 😂

Zawa 🥺

These are all so cute nonny I love hearing about the nicknames

[laskulohi]

[story-thief]

ITS BAKUBEANS B DAY!!!!!

Finished product, halfway through, and close up for the small details like shading and lighting!!!!

Just a lil somethin I did for the birthday boy, I mean it’s a day late but hey, BETTER THAN NEVER!!! 😃 oh yeah, update! Imma start posting the one shots WITH their art on here so y’all aren’t going all over the place!!! :3 ANYWAYS!

Happy birthday to my second best boy!!!

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This is my art please do not trace or repost without my permission, feel free to reblog though!! I’d appreciate that!

[happyk44]

Bakugou: I have decided to be evil.

Bakugou, after returning from a workout: Nevermind.

Bakugou, three seconds after his shower: Evil again.

[kuroyorusimpdom]

Harbinger

*Part 2*

Minors DNI | NSFW | Smut / Lemon |

Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x OC, Bakugou Katsuki x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou x OC

Dom/Sub, Pegging, Orgasm Denial, Aged up, Post Cannon

Word Count: 5.2K

[3:37am] Idiot (Sexy): Well, my relief came earlier than expected. You still awake, or should I head home?

[3:38am] Boom Boy: I’m up

[3:38am] Boom Boy: Get your fine ass over here so I can fucking ruin you

[3:41am] Idiot (Sexy): Pretty sure the terms were set baby, and though they did involve someone being ruined, I don’t believe it was meeee ;)

[3:42am] Boom Boy: I did not agree to any shitty terms

[3:43am] Idiot (Sexy): Guess I’ll be headed home then!

[3:43am] Idiot (Sexy): Have fun with your hand, big boy

[3:44am] Boom Boy: Fuck you

[3:47am] Boom Boy: Seriously Kai. Come over.

[3:50am] Boom Boy: Kaida, I’m not fucking around. You better be on your way here

[3:59am] Boom Boy: Fucking FINE. You win. Just come over.

[4:00am] Idiot (Sexy): Aw, okay boomy, I’ll see you soon. You better be ready for me, you know how much I like it when you’re all ready to go, like a good boy. {Read 4:01am}

Kaida smirked down at her phone, re-reading the string of messages between her and Bakugou while waiting for her train. Excitement flowed in her veins. It had been too long since they were last able to get together without the parade of idiots they considered friends.

It both was, and wasn’t a shock to the entire Bakusquad when you two started doing … whatever it is you’ve been doing for the past year. 

There was always a vibe between the two of you. When the first semester at UA started, Kai was the only person who wasn’t afraid to go toe to toe with the angry gremlin. Sure at first it clearly pissed him off that he couldn’t use intimidation to get her to back down, but it didn’t take long for Bakugou to see Kaida was a solid adversary. Not equal, Bakugou would never believe anyone equal to him, but definitely more interesting than all the other “extras”.

Smartass quips back and forth soon turned to casual flirting (though everyone else would definitely not consider what the two of you did as ‘flirting’). Into second year there was a class pool on when the two of you would get over yourselves and just fuck already. 

Through first year and into the beginning of second, the banter between the two of you continued.Kaida most definitely developed a bit of a crush on the brash and aggressive man, however due to Bakugou being emotionally stunted he had deemed anything not related to classes or training as a waste of time on his goal to getting to number 1, Kai included. This of course was when there was no one else that held any of her attention, so he didn’t have to think too hard about his decision to not allow their dynamic to move forward. That’s when Hitoshi Shinsou made his appearance in the hero course. 

Of course Kai had seen Shinsou around the school a few times, and he was impressive to have made it to the final round in the sports festival the first year considering he was in general studies, however overall, Shinsou didn’t really capture much of her attention. This in part was because she spent any of her (very limited) free time with Bakugou. When Shinsou fully entered Kais raidar, it was a seismic event. 

He was hot, mysterious, quiet and 100% Kaida’s usual type. In typical Kai fashion, she found one of the only other men who thought anything outside of Hero Studies was pointless. Despite his initial insistence that he didn’t need friendship (or any other kind of relationship) Shinsou didn’t actually remain resolute with his convictions. He realized slowly that the connection with others was a help, not a hindrance and Kaida was right there when that realization did come.

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Mina sat cross legged in the middle of the common room floor, pouring a new round of drinks for everyone while simultaneously ushering them into a circle with her

“Okay guys! We’re playing truth or dare! No backing out, the whole class has to be involved!! You can’t pick truth twice in a row, and if you don’t want to answer or complete the dare, you can drink, but you can’t drink twice in a row either so make sure it’s worth it if you opt out!” 

Mina reached out and grabbed Bakugou’s arm as he tried to leave the room, grumbling about how he ‘wouldn’t be playing a stupid game with stupid extras’ 

“That means everyone Bakubro” She gave him a sharp glare and yanked him down next to her.

Kaida watched as the class gathered around in a circle, Iida (in typical Iida fashion) made several statements about how everyone must be responsible and act in a way befitting to their status, only to be shut down by several people booing him loudly.

“Okay, I’ll go first” Denki stood up, slurring slightly from the already consumed drinks.

 “Jirou, truth or dare babyface”

“Dare, and also, gross” Jirou rolled her eyes at the blonde, 

“I dare you to sit on the lap of the most attractive person in the room” as he spoke, a sly smirk appeared on his face as he dramatically cleared space on his lap for her.

Jirou stood up, and made her way over towards where Denki sat, he looked around the circle in triumph while she simultaneously spun around and sat directly on Momo who was just to his left. 

A few snickers sounded as Jirou got comfortable in her new seat, “Aw, did you think I was going to sit on you sparky?” 

“Not cool man, not cool” Kaminari’s face visibility fell and Jirou pouted towards him.

“Okay, my turn!” Jirou smiled and glanced around the circle “Bakugou, truth or dare?”

“Sure as fuck not a pussy, so if I have to play this stupid game I’ll obviosuly do a dare”

“Interesting, interesting” Jirou pressed her finger to her lips in thought as Momo leaned in and whispered something in her ear “oh shit, that’s perfect!” her smile widened “Okay Bakugou, I dare you to make out with Kaida, the sexual tension you two have been carrying around since last year is suffocating, and clearly you’re not going to do anything to make her your girl without divine intervention”  

Kaida could feel her face heating up. It wasn’t untrue that they had been dancing around each other for the better part of first year in a ‘will they, won’t they’ dance, but she had finally FINALLY started to think about moving on when a lilac haired man made his way into her life.. That said, she certainly was not over her crush on the blonde, and she couldn’t help but anticipate the implication of this dare, maybe it would finally mean that Bakugou would come to terms with the fact that he also felt something towards her.. He wouldn't be able to deny it once the obvious chemistry between them was turned into a physical act.

“Fuck no, I ain’t kissing no shitty fucking extras and I don't want to waste my time with any shitty fucking girlfriend. Not fucking interested” Bakugou snarled “I’d rather drink this fucking disgusting drink than kiss anyone, especially HER” he punctuated his sentence by slamming back the beer that was resting in his hand.

“Jesus bro, that was not manly, not manly at all” Kirishima scolded Bakugou , while looking over at Kaida with a sympathetic smile

Every student sucked in a breath at the outburst from the blonde, glancing at Kaida who remained stone faced despite having her heart openly crushed in front of her entire class. 

She refused to allow anyone ESPECIALLY Bakugou know how much that hurt. Any hopes she had of ever having anything with Bakugou were effectively out the window.

Kaida took an almost imperceptible breath in and turned to Bakugou with a blank face “your turn to ask now, let's keep the game going”

The entire group seemed to let out an audible exhale at Kaidas reaction. 

Bakugou just stared forward, anger emanating from his large frame. “Deku, truth or dare you fucking nerd” 

Deku looked up, a deer in headlights “u-uh……….. Truth” he squeeked out

“Fucking pussy” Bakugou chided. “Is it true that you’re a useless fucking nerd?” 

Midoriya tilted his head slightly, looking down at his hands “u-um, I’m h-honestly not sure how t-to answer '' Ururaka gently placed her hand on top of Deku’s and whispered quickly in his ear. His entire face turned beet red as she leaned away from him, “I guess, n-no is the answer” .

Mina elbowed Bakugou hard in the side as Midoriya was answering, and a few people in the circle shook their heads at the blonde. Bakugou just rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath.

“U-um, Mina truth or dare” Midoriya quickly diverted the attention from himself to the pink haired girl across the circle.

“Truth!” 

“Is it true that your boots on your hero costume are made specifically so that your acid doesn’t burn through them?” Midoriya asked, while pulling his hero notebook seemly out of nowhere to write her answer down

“What a waste of a turn Deku, I totally would have answered that for you anytime without needing to waste a precious truth question on me!! But Yes, most of my clothing has to be specially made to make sure I don’t have a serious wardrobe malfunction due to my acid” She answered while he hastily scribbled in his notebook.

“Now, let's get some dirt from the newbie!” Mina squealed “Shinsou this is your first game with us, I’m excited to see your playing style. Truth or dare?”

Hitoshi glanced over at Mina with what outwardly appeared to be little interest, “dare” his monotonous voice rang through the circle.

“Oooooh!!! I dare you to kiss the person you’re most likely to get with” Mina smiled in triumph, hoping that Shinsou wouldn’t chicken out of the dare like Bakugou had.

Shinsou glanced around the circle slowly, and stood up.

Kaida was mostly lost in herself, only putting on an outward appearance of being present in the game. She hadn’t paid any attention whatsoever to the last 3 rounds, and absolutely did not know what was currently happening as everyone else watched with bated breath when Shinsou walked around the circle. She only realized something was happening when a shadow was cast over her.

As Kai’s brain re-entered her body, she looked up to see who was standing in front of her. Her eyes had barely made it halfway up his legs when Shinsou bent down and grabbed her chin in his large hand, tilting her face up so her bright green eyes met his periwinkle ones. He leaned forward towards her, allowing his nose to brush along her own, “tell me now if you don’t want this” Shinsou whispered his hot breath trailing Kaidas lips as he brought his other hand to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her short black hair. His eyes moved from her lips, up to meet her own in question. Kaida reached her own hand up to his face, her thumb delicately tracing over his bottom lip, feeling the soft skin. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her lips in anticipation and Shinsou’s eyes followed the motion. “I want this'' she whispered back, allowing herself to forget about the pain and embarrassment that Bakugou had put her through, and embrace this unexpected circumstance. The gentle admission from her was all it took for him to close the short distance between their lips in a searing kiss. 

The world melted away from Kaida as she relaxed into the kiss, the hand that once caressed his face moved back to grab a handful of his soft hair as she pulled herself flush against him. His tongue tentatively met her lips,a silent request, which was swiftly granted. Their tongues fought for dominance, lips moving in tandem as the kiss deepened. His hand moved from her chin down to her waist as he squeezed gently. Kaida couldn’t hold in the gentle moan that his mouth quickly swallowed. 

Wide eyes watched the pair for absolutely too long to be appropriate, no one being able to find their voice to remind them that they were in a room full of classmates. 

It took the audible slamming of a door for the two to jump apart from each other, suddenly remembering their surroundings. Kaida blushed heavily while Shinsou simply leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss behind her ear and whispered gently

“Let's get out of here and find somewhere with less of an audience” his hand still on her hip guiding her to stand up.

The pair said nothing as they walked out of the common room in search of a more private location.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. That was fucking hot” Mina was the first to speak up after 18 sets of eyes followed the two out of the room

“Not everyone seems to think so” Kirishima motioned to the empty spot where Bakugou had been previously seated

“Whatever, it’s his own fault he’s missing out on his chance with her. You heard what he said, it was pretty savage” Jirou shook her head as she shut down any pity Bakugou may have garnered from having to witness the kiss.

Kirishima looked sad “Bakubro just doesn’t know how to express his feelings..” he started “We all know he has feelings for Kai”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean she’s going to wait around for him to stop being an idiot, she’s hot and super talented, one of the strongest in the class. He shouldn’t assume she’ll always be around pining after him” Jirou looked down the hallway after Sinsou and Kiada “and it seems to me like he just lost his chance”.

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Kaida and Hitoshi’s relationship burned hot after that night. After Kaida walked out of Shinsou’s room the following morning, they were officially a couple. They stayed together for the remainder of the time at UA, and even ended up at the same agency straight out of school. 4 years together, an apartment, 2 cats, and a plan for the future. 

Unfortunately for Kaida, even the best laid plans can go awry.

Shortly after the pair celebrated their 4 year anniversary Kai started rising in the ranks despite her not being in the public eye. This created some friction in their relationship, Hitoshi hadn’t cracked the top 100, and rather than being happy for Kai’s success, he wallowed in his failure. 

As the weeks passed by, Kai could feel Hitoshi pulling away from her. His usually stoic and emotionless demeanor held with everyone else started to become a regular at home. The small things that he used to do to show love to Kai all but disappeared, and all of his free time was spent ‘out’.

It got so bad that the pair didn’t see each other at all for 2 weeks. Shinsou had requested to switch to the day shift rather than working at night like they always had, it kept his evenings free to go out and not bother coming home. On the rare occasion that he did come home, he rolled in after 2am and went straight to bed, only to sleep in until he got up and left for work in the morning.

Kaida watched the slow deterioration of her relationship. Of course in the beginning she made efforts to fix the cracks, but it was clear that there was nothing she could do. His resentment over her success created such a chasmic rift between them. The rift allowed him to become jealous and possessive while at the same time completely pull away from her. He would lose his mind whenever she went out to her bi-weekly Bakusquad hangouts (something that had been happening regularly since graduation) and try to tell her that she shouldn’t be out with anyone who wasn’t him. In a few short months Hitoshi somehow became suffocating, yet completely absent. 

The last straw was finding lipstick that did not belong to her on his capture weapon and hero uniform.

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Kai had been sitting in the same spot at the kitchen table in their shared apartment for several hours. Long enough for the bottle of wine she opened to be finished, and for the tears that had streaked her face to dry. It would have been in Shinsou’s best interest to show up earlier than 4am however luck was not on his side, and no longer was Kai sad, now she was just fucking mad.

The pregnant silence in the apartment was broken by the sound of a keys jingling and the door being unlocked.

Kai glanced at the clock on the stove 

4:07am

Hitoshi removed his shoes and walked into the living room, Kaida’s eyes tracked him the entire way before speaking.

“What in the actual fuck Hitoshi” her tone was cold, her eyes displaying no emotion.

“Jesus christ Kai its late, why are you sitting at the kitchen table like a serial killer?” His eyes cut to her still form, sitting with her arms crossed over the table.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me” She remained still, only lifting a hand to gesture to the empty chair in front of her 

He made his way to the chair and stood above it, taking in her calculating stare, “How would I know?” 

“Well Hitoshi” This was the second time she had used his surname, something she had not done since second year in highschool “is there anything you need to tell me?”

He glanced toward the window, considering how to respond, “no, I don’t think so. Did I forget to pay a bill or something?” he glanced up at her briefly and their eyes locked

“Or something” 

Kaida knew now that it was over. She gave him the out. The opportunity to come clean to her, to tell her it was a mistake, it was only one time, he still loved her, ANYTHING. 

But he didn’t

He chose to stand in front of her, and lie.

She looked him dead in the eyes, searching desperately for a piece of the man she fell in love with. The man she had planned her future with.

“Last chance Hitoshi” 

He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he stood behind the chair at their table and said nothing.

Kaida stood up from the table slowly, sliding the packed bags out with her.

“What’s with the bags Kai?” Hitoshi glanced from her bags up to her face

Kaida kept the emotion from her face and answered him clearly and with confidence “I’m done Hitoshi. I’m leaving.”

This at least elicited some kind of response from him.

“What?” he asked, his mask of nonchalance slipped off his face as he stepped out from behind the table, reaching out to her for the first time in 3 weeks “What do you mean you’re leaving? Why would you leave? This is our home”.

“Don’t treat me like a fucking idiot” Kaidas tone was sharp, her words cutting, “You and I both know why I’m leaving, and we both know that this has not been a home in a long time” she picked up the bags in one hand and her jacket in the other “I will not stand around while you feel sorry for yourself and take it out on me Hitoshi.” she moved towards the door as she spoke, “I know my worth, and you’re going to realize very soon that nothing you find in a bar or hanging around waiting to have 5 minutes of fame with a hero” she stared into his eyes, the rage simmering beneath her skin, “nothing and no one you bring into your sad, miserable life will ever compare to me and what we had that you threw away”.

Hitoshi’s face fell.

The reality of what he had done hit him HARD in the face.

The months of pulling away from you, blaming you for your success, the desperate fans he used to make himself feel like he was worth something, every single night he spent away from home, away from you, it all came rushing to him at once.

“Please Kai, don’t go” His voice cracked 

She was leaving.

His future was about to walk out the door and it was entirely his fault.

Hitoshi’s eyes followed Kaida as she reached the door, “ Please, I can fix this, I’m so sorry” his emotions swirled to the surface displaying on his face, “please give me the chance to fix this. You’re my future, I love you, I’ve always loved you” he stepped forward, towards the door “There will never be anyone like you, you’re all I want”  his voice pleaded with her. He closed the remaining distance between them, arms outstretched, eyes full of sorrow.

Kaida’s hand raised to stop him before he reached where she was standing, “You really should have thought of all this before Hitoshi” Kai's hand fell on the door handle and twisted, “it’s too late now”

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Thank God for the Bakusquad. Mina took Kaida in and allowed her to stay at her modest 2 bedroom apartment until she figured out the next steps. A tearful Kai showing up on her front door at 5am with no plans and nowhere else to go. 

It took the entire crew to go back to Kaida’s shared apartment and collect the rest of her things once she found a place. Hitoshi had been incessant in trying to ‘fix’ their relationship, and he was not something that Kai could face alone. Even a reluctant Bakugou came with them to collect her furniture and one of her cats (it only felt fair to each keep one since they were shared pets).

Thankfully due to her rising status as a hero, it wasn’t hard for Kai to move agencies to be further from Shinsou - ending up at Hawks Hero Agency as an underground hero working almost exclusively on covert missions.

After about a year away from Hitoshi and their failed relationship, Kai had settled herself into her new normal. A small one bedroom apartment overlooking the city, her cat Turtle and she even got a snake (because fuck Shinsou and his fear of snakes). 

Kaida was strong. Her career was on the upswing, she loved her friends and honestly, she loved her life. Sure it took a while to get past the hurt of what had happened with Hitoshi, but now that she has, everything was great! 

And she did not want a relationship. Relationships were for suckers. Been there fucking done that, and she would not be doing it again. But there’s only so much a vibrator can do.

As a hero the schedule Kai had to keep was hectic at best. Where does that leave any time for meeting people to hook up with? Plus, it seemed like anyone who showed any interest in her was only in it because they recognized her from the charts and wanted either the bragging rights of sleeping with a pro hero, or to try and snatch 5 minutes of fame by using her name. Neither was something that interested her in the slightest.

 It didn’t take long for Kaida to bring up her “issue” at one of the squad nights. She was definitely not sober at the time.

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“Minaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Kaida whined while throwing herself back into the booth with her friends, “Why does everyone suck so hard?” 

“Who sucks?” Kirishima asked as he sipped his third beer of the night

“Yeah, want me to zap ‘em?” Denki chimed in, moving the umbrella from his drink aside so he could see Kai from across the table

Kaida giggled at his absolutely ridiculous drink and swayed into Bakugou who was next to her on the bench. 

“Watch yourself ya fuckin’ idiot” Bakugou shoved back gently, while also making sure she didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. 

“No zapping required Denks” Kai leaned her head on Bakugou’s shoulder much to his chagrin, “I just can’t deal with the suckfest of men” She moaned “Why is it so hard for an attractive able bodied woman to just find some casual sex!”

Bakugou choked on the drink he had been sipping, and Kirishima's eyes dart around the table refusing contact with anyone, his face reddening at the implication from his friend.

“Guys don’t be prudes” Mina pointed at the two men at the table being awkward

“Yeah guys, geez you’re acting like we aren’t all adults here” Denki added while turning his attention to Kaida, “Don’t worry baby, Daddy Denki is here now, I can help you out”

If looks could kill, the glare that Bakugou shot towards the electric blonde would have placed him in an early grave 

“Shut it dunce face, like you could satisfy anyone” Bakugou snarled

Kai glanced between the two boys, too drunk to think clearly at this point in the evening, “You’re saying that like you can Bakubabe” she waggled her eyebrows up at him.

Bakugou glanced down towards her and smirked, “I’d fucking rock your world” 

Mina looked between the two, recalling in the not so distant past that everyone was rooting for them to get together. Her smile widened, a mischievous look in her eye

“Why don’t we just hold a friendly little competition to see who’s better?” all eyes at the table turned to Mina as she spoke, “Kai, you kiss both Denki and Bakubro and tell us based on that kiss who would be a better lover”

Kaida’s eyebrows shot up as she looked from Mina to the two boys, neither one of them protesting

“Okay fine, c’mere sparky give me some sugar!” she motioned towards denki and puckered her lips

Bakugou’s eyes followed as the Blonde moved from his place at the table to come and stand in front of Kaida. Jealousy bloomed in his chest as he watched Kai’s arms wrap around Denki’s shoulders. He knew that his feelings from highschool hadn’t entirely receded, but until this moment he didn’t realize how strongly he still felt towards her. He watched as their lips pressed together, Denki’s tongue finding its way into Kaidas mouth. 

A fairly quick and less than passionate kiss from Kai’s perspective seemed like an eternity to Bakugou. When they finally pulled away from each other Denki’s eyes were glazed over while Kai looked entirely unaffected.

“Alright Denks, that was cute” Kai gave his arm a gentle squeeze “but it was like kissing my brother which was fucking weird” she finished.

“Damn, don’t pull your punches or anything” Denki pouted at her as he made his way back to his seat and slouched down in it.

“Okay now time for you Bakubro, unless you’re afraid to lose?” Mina chided at the angry blonde, knowing he would never back down from a challenge

“Pft, yeah right, like I could lose to that glorified charging cable” Bakugou responded as he slid out of the booth to be face to face with Kaida.

He picked up his drink from the table and downed it in one shot, slamming the cup down and grabbing Kai by the back of the head and leaning in close

His voice dropping to a low baritone as he whispered against her lips, “I hope you’re ready sweet cheeks”

Kaida’s face bloomed with heat as she felt the warmth of his breath against her lips. She hadn’t really allowed herself to think of it much (since she was with Hitoshi for so long) but Bakugou was fucking hot. If he was attractive in high school, he would be like a Greek God now. He had grown several inches to make him about 6’3, and his broad shoulders were rippling with solid muscle. His face lost any of the childish wonder, and was now all sharp angles and harsh lines, only adding to the allure of him. 

For the first time since high school, Kai was nervous about the prospect of kissing someone.

“Bring it on Boom boy” Kai whispered back, risking a glance up into his eyes only to find he was already staring down at her, an unreadable expression reflecting back at her.

He crashed his lips to hers and immediately fire engulfed her. The heat from the searing kiss only intensified as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Kai’s hands grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer while he snaked his arms around her waist. Their tongues battled for dominance, neither gaining the upper hand.

During the clearly passionate exchange, Mina ushered the rest of the group out of the table and towards the bar under the pretense of refills.

Bakugou cut off the heated kiss, allowing his lips to dance across her jaw. His hot breath against the shell of her ear caused shivers down Kai’s back as heat bloomed between her legs. A harsh bite against her neck caused an involuntary moan to escape Kaida’s throat. Her hands sliding up from his chest to snake into his hair. Bakugou's mouth continued to trail south, finding her chest as he sucked and licked, leaving marks on his way down. Kai tugged on the roots of his hair eliciting a deep moan from the blonde. Kai used his hair to pull him back as she looked into his eyes, half lidded with lust.

Kaida’s pushed her lips against his again, a moan from Bakugou's throat was swallowed by her greedy mouth 

“Lets leave” she whispered against his lips, trailing her hands down from his head and across his chest, leaving a scorching trail of heat.

She turned on her heel and walked towards the exit, Bakugou following behind her in anticipation.

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That was just over a year ago, and ever since the two of you have had this undefined relationship. You had sex whenever you could, and still hung out with the Bakusquad like normal. Everyone hounded the two of you in the beginning, trying to force Bakugou to define your situation, but Kaida made it very clear she was NOT interested in dating anyone. Bakugou mimicked that sentiment, once again stating that if he was going to be in the running for number 1 he wouldn't have time for a shitty girlfriend, but that certainly didn’t mean he didnt have time for sex. 

It was a stress reliever for both of you, and honestly a great set up. Kai knew he was only sleeping with her, and vice versa. No one had to worry about catching something nasty, or trying to find someone to have casual sex with. It was perfect. No feelings, just sex.

And thank God he wasn’t some vanilla bitch in the bedroom. After years with Hitoshi who always wanted to ‘make love’ Kai was happy to be sleeping with someone who embodied the word ‘Fuck’. The sex was hard and passionate, and Bakugou was not against trying out new things and bringing toys into the mix.

Which is exactly why at the moment, Kai was in her apartment digging through her box of sex toys to find the perfect thing for tonight. It wasn’t often that Bakugou let her top, so she was going to make the most of it.

Pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of the strap she smiled and quickly sent it off as she walked out the front door of her apartment a convenient 5 minutes away from his.

[4:28am] Idiot (Sexy): Attached 1 image

[4:28am] Idiot (Sexy): You better be ready baby, I’m coming for you.

[epickiya722]

Okay, I had to go back and make sure I was not seeing things and turns out I wasn't.

Katsuki got stabbed in not three places, but four?!

FOUR PLACES AND ONE WAS IN HIS THIGH!

So skip to later!!

So you're telling me, Katsuki, that you wanted to see Izuku so bad that you weren't just pulling your classmates with multiple injuries, but also with a bad leg?!

You were already injured being stabbed in multiple places of your upper body!!! But you're doing this on a bad leg?!

Sir, just how high is your pain tolerance?!

[ao3feed-tododeku]

My Hero Academia - A crack fic.

My Hero Academia - A crack fic. by grey goblin

9.30 pm *Midoriya created a group chat.* *Midoriya added 20 participants.* *Midoriya changed the group chat name to ‘1-A Group chat’.* *Midoriya changed Midoriya's name to ‘Gremlin’.* *Gremlin changed Bakugo's name to ‘Boom Boom Bitch Boy’.* *Gremlin changed Shoji's name to ‘Guy.exe’.* *Gremlin changed Tokoyami's name to ‘ My chemical crowmance’.* *Gremlin changed Todoroki's name to ‘Hot N Cold’.* Iida: Midoriya, while I think creating a class group chat is a good idea, changing our classmates' usernames is not. *Gremlin changed Iida's name to ‘Fuck you’* Fuck you: Midoriya, this is not acceptable! Please change my username back. *Gremlin changed Fuck you's name to ‘Walking Rulebook’*

Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Shoji Mezo/Tokoyami Fumikage/Koda Koji/Sato Rikido/Ojiro Mashirao, Shoji Mezo/Koda Koji, Ojiro Mashirao/Tokoyami Fumikage, Sato Rikido/Shoji Mezo, Tokoyami Fumikage/Sato Rikidou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya izuku/hospital bed, Midoriya Izuku/Breaking His Fucking Bones, Bakugo Katsuki/Anger Management, Todoroki Shoto/Therapy, Aizawa Shouta/His Bright Yellow Sleeping Bag, Why Is It Fucking Yellow?, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: shinso hitoshi is apart of 1a, since the start of the year, why? bc im the author, no beta we die like sir nighteye, im a buff baby i dance like a man, aizawa's sleeping bag is an abomination to society, yes there are poly ships, writing this on my school laptop, dont you love rarepairs?, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, i should be doing my school work, instead i'm writing this, oh well, Author Is Sleep Deprived

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39374160

[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

-

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

-

[cryptiql]

cherry starbursts

pairing: bakugou/reader (male reader in mind but is gender neutral)

warnings: none, i think?? lots of cussing though, courtesy of lord explosion murder

words: 3.6k

a/n: yuzuya's audios giving me so much brainrot...gonna be thinking about this all week. also the way this started out as god tier writing but gradually turned into shit at the end 🏃 nonetheless, i hope i did this gremlin man justice </3

a contemplative hum tickles your throat as you observe the paragraph laid out before you, the pads of your fingers tingling as you trail them across the pages. on the occasions where you've found your nose nestled deep within them, a muted scent of pears and sawdust would invade your senses, and the urge to rest your head in the plains of your chemistry textbook would become overwhelming. however, the threat of being cuffed over the head by a rolled up magazine makes you think twice about slacking off, so you begrudgingly slump back into your seat with a resigned huff. the clock in your dorm is no doubt ticking away like always; the second hand rounding at great speeds while the minute and hour hands crawl by at a sluggish pace; but you aren't there to hear it.

instead, you reside in bakugou's room, basking in the unencumbered atmosphere created solely by his diligent efforts to keep his space clean and organized. it's just the way he is, you have to remind yourself. not because you stubbed your toe on his dumbbells last week and he felt sufficiently guilty as to make sure nothing was in your path the next time you visited. that would be silly. all that considered, bakugou's room isn't much different from your own—save for the few comfort objects brought from home that give off a hospitable air—but the lack of stimulus it holds is apparent. anything that could disturb your tranquil study date has either been stored away or placed beyond your reach.

damn him, the bastard! he's completely oblivious, you silently muse, bracing your elbows on the desk to plant your face in the palms of your hands. you chastise yourself at the same moment for forgetting your headphones, but in your defense, bakugou screaming for you to hurry up had prompted a hasty departure. if he had the patience to wait two more minutes. . .

rather than finishing the thought, you pull the textbook closer, hoping that somehow the enlarged print will stick to your brain like a temporary tattoo. you only need this information long enough to pass the exam, but once it's over, you swear you'll never mention anything chemistry related unless it's the bond between you and your neighbor. the idle scratching of pencil led against paper erupts from his side of the room, lessening the static in your head by a fraction, but it doesn't last. he mutters something unintelligible under his breath as you spin in your chair to look at him in desperation.

he remains ignorant for the next minute or so, only glancing up at you briefly before returning to his notes. your nostrils flare as you reach down to untangle your laces and pull off your shoe. you chickened out last time this happened, but being ignored has successfully fed the flames of your frustration, and you simply will not stand for it any longer. you blame your sleep-addled mentality for the lack of better aim, but it stokes your pride when bakugou flinches as your shoe hurdles past his shoulder.

"the hell was that for, dumbass!?" he growls, his eyes narrowing into slits. you respond with a high pitched whine; one that would be considered overexaggerated in his opinion, but in yours, was perfectly reasonable when being held against your will to study a subject that has no business being this tedious. "sukiii, i'm booored."

the blonde makes a 'tch' sound, positioning his arm in a warning manner before throwing his pencil at you, which you manage to catch easily. you revel in the deflated expression he wears, twirling the pencil between your fingers and kicking a leg over one arm of the chair. all this, while never breaking eye contact, was sure to break through to him. you're hopeful, what with the way katsuki's gaze—gradually failing to hide his infatuation—travels over your build from head to toe. whether because you giggle at his reaction or decide to kick your feet like a giddy child, he snaps out of his trance with an all too familiar scowl and shuts his own textbook with unnecessary force. his demanding stare is fixated on you as he tosses it haphazardly to the edge of the bed.

"give me back my pencil, idiot." he completely ignores your previous statement and jumps straight into business, as always. "give me back my shoe first, hot stuff." you challenge, smirking in a way that you very well know gets him hot under the collar. the teasing endearment will either put the odds in your favor; earning you your shoe as desired, and perhaps the lovely little blush that often dusts his face whenever you flirt with him; or seal your fate in hell where the everlasting flames may burn similarly, if not just as hotter than bakugou's explosions. it has taken years of practice to uphold your smug attitude in the face of his unyielding rage; nose wrinkled and canines grinding. even now, he is the image of perfection—a powerful god emblazoned in brimstone and baneful inferno—and you, a mere lover of art. after a moment, bakugou's resolve seems to falter. his piecing glare relents only slightly to give way for a pensive expression as he sighs, gently rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. he throws you your shoe while standing from the bed, and as you slip it on, he shuffles over to his clothes drawer to pull out his own pair of sneakers. this prompts you to raise a brow inquisitively, but your silent question is left unanswered up until bakugou claps a hand on your shoulder and grumbles.

"c'mon, i'm fucking starving. there's a seven eleven nearby that's got spicy ramen."

and just like that, all thoughts pertaining to the test have been pulverized to dust by katsuki's unrelenting fists. the promise of food after hours of relentless mental abuse has you brushing off the sudden change of inclination in seconds, meanwhile the hothead to your right mulls over it during your trek through the empty hallways, stuffing his arms into the holes of his jacket. he had been able to overlook your constant fidgeting and intermittent noises of vexation, but too soon it became obvious that you weren't getting anywhere with the session. he would have simply offered to help if not for his own inability to concentrate, which had made itself known within the last half hour when he caught himself staring at you between taking notes. so what if he found your pouting cute? just maybe, he had started to fall in love with the way your brows furrowed at the instance of a misunderstood question; the absentminded tugging of your earlobe; the way your eyes looked without seeing, as if the smallest things held the greatest importance. sure, the tapping of your nails against a desk was a bit much, but he could always put a stop to your fretting by lacing your fingers together and kissing the back of your hand. just maybe, your bashful reactions made him want to hold you closer; to see you lounging across his lap—a throne befitting for a king—with your rose hued cheeks nestled in the crook of his neck.

not that you needed to know any of that. no fucking way would he endow another reason for you to tease him when the list was already so long.

curfew isn't for another hour, but bakugou would rather not waste time dawdling, so he uses this as reasoning for hooking your arm with his and practically hauling you out the exit. he mutters something about you being "too fucking slow" and "leaving you behind if you don't keep up", but the fact that he's dragging you along at all shows that he would have no problem resorting to desperate matters. the right amount of groveling and or compromising might mean a piggyback ride to the store, but regardless of how tempting the idea is, you decide not to further burden your friend with carrying you.

the towering shape of heights alliance becomes more and more like a speck of dust as your journey continues, the weight of your thoughts heavy on your already weary mind. you eye katsuki's side profile, noting the distinct lack of malice upon his handsome features, and smile softly to yourself. friend. it was the first word that occurred to you, albeit the least desirable and in no way comparable to the term that caused your heart to flutter within the confinements of your ribcage.

you aren't together. you don't know if you'll ever be, but when the the milieu; brimming with chaotic screams, booming laughter and disorderly merriment belonging to that of your closest friends; is whisked from the narrative, katsuki looks at you differently. whatever fragments of disdain and spite tend to crumble within the first few seconds and are replaced by an emotion that was unheard of ever having manifested in the depths of his vermillion hues. it holds a semblance to adoration, perhaps even respect, and for as long as you can recall, that is all you've wanted to see from him: to be regarded like no other.

sure, it's not like how you dreamed—he isn't very affectionate in public, though you doubt he would be even if you were together, and it always stings when he shrugs your affections off with a deriding comment—but that's just it. it's not a dream. after every scornful remark; after the day has passed and the dwindling moon takes its place in the evening sky, breaking through the curtains of his dorm; he'll kiss your hand, your blooming cheeks, your lips, all to atone for it. where no one else can see, he treats you like a divine being, and part of you wishes to think that it's because he's selfish. a bit of possessiveness has lead to many nights of a shared bed, ruffled sheets and smothering cuddles, but who are you to complain? everything he gives you is more real than any well-constructed reverie.

he may not be yours, and you may not be his, but no one else will suffice for either of you, and that is the unspoken truth.

the minimal bitterness in the autumn breeze makes for a refreshing atmosphere with the only discontent being the hunger that claws at your stomach. bakugou has never been merciful towards anyone, let alone the self-acclaimed nuisance who interrupts his studying with half-baked plans of adventure, but you're ever so grateful for the rare times where he is.

you know you won't have to wait long now that the smell of milk bread and takoyaki trickles into the air, much like the faint pitter patter of raindrops on the concrete. the shower is horribly ill-timed, but you hardly mind, especially when the droplets cling to bakugou's eyelashes like crystalline gemstones; glimmering faintly with every blink as they catch the suns rays. it settles below the horizon, only a sliver of golden yellow to be seen dancing in the tree boughs above, and the fuck if the way it illuminates your not-boyfriend's visage isn't absolutely breathtaking. the glimpse of honeyed skin and kissable lips—pulled into a pensive pout—draws you in deeper, and deeper, and oh god i've been caught—

"you got a staring problem, dumbass?" he grumbles, a roseal color dusting his ears that he swears is from the cold.

even his offensive nicknames are laced with an abnormal tenderness, and knowing that you're the only one with the privilege to hear it causes your chest to swell with delight. you nibble your bottom lip, hoping that it will somehow hide the fleet of giggles bubbling in your throat, but it does no such thing. "yeah, it's weird. whenever i see something beautiful, i just feel compelled to stare at it."

you don't need to look at him to know you've struck a nerve, but you do anyways, and his face grows redder under the intensity of your teasing leer. he sputters, curses falling from past his lips like a waterfall, and rips his arm from your grasp to cradle it as if you've burned him. any sane person would have backed down the second mini explosions began flaring up from his palms, however, you are perhaps the exact opposite, as to be expected when surrounding yourself with the infamous bakusquad, who (excluding bakugou) procured one braincell to share amongst themselves. years of having to put up with and, by extension, learn how to effectively handle bakugou's fits have proven to be time well spent.

you remain none the wiser to the concerned stares of others as he spouts a line of insults; incomprehensible from behind his curled fist pressed tightly to his mouth.

"you-you can't just say that kinda shit out loud, dumbass!" and although he may seem mad, he's already dragging you down the street. you test your luck by huddling closer and resting your chin on his shoulder, your steady pace never faltering.

"is the katsuki bakugou stumbling over his words from a little compliment?" it almost feels like you've won, but then the blonde proceeds to cover your face with his still damp hand. the little shit had timed it perfectly so that your open mouth would taste the saltiness of his sweat—quite the contrary to its sugary caramel aroma—and if you weren't so preoccupied by the resonance of his cackling laugh, you might have spent the rest of the trip gagging and complaining about the whole ordeal. he hardly seems bothered, wiping your saliva on his trousers and going forth with that customary lumbering strut, which always has you torn between fawning, chortling or questioning if he has fucking weights down his pants.

nonetheless, you can't help but murmur how cute he looks as you swing your free arm in tune with your steps.

by the time you've arrived at the shop, the sun has long since disappeared; welcoming hues of purple, navy blue and hints of orange to dapple the heavens, along with the foretelling of stars. you can't begin to describe how lucky you are to be living in a city with such beautiful scenery, even when the thin clouds of smog from factories often hinder your view of it. the fluorescent lights from the 'open' sign flash sporadically, casting a cobalt glow to dance across your dazed expression. katsuki watches with intent, chuckling at how easily distracted you can get as he tugs you inside by the cloth of your shirt.

the person behind the cash register spares a customary greeting before returning to their magazine, and bakugou makes a beeline for the intended isle, something akin to excitement radiating from him. he wears it much differently, and it resembles is go-to callous guise in almost every way, but you're able to detect the slight shift in demeanor as if its the easiest thing in the world. you hardly register that he's removed himself from you until the distance grows too large to ignore, and you shuffle over to the place beside him with a newfound adrenaline. the crisp air of the corner store heightens your senses as you tap your foot to the pop song playing overhead.

the only other sound is of katsuki examining the ramen and deciding what level of spice he should get, encouraging you to ponder what sort of hellish nightmare he has planned for the rest of the group. it was just last week when he dared kaminari to try some of the noodles, and the poor boy had spent ten minutes weeping in snot-nosed agony that you would have to be insane to put something that hot in your mouth. bakugou had laughed at his misery and carried on eating with vigor, mocking the others for their weak taste buds.

after a beat of silence, you decide to test your luck again by poking is shoulder, as well as batting your eyelashes at him and cocking your head to the side.

"can we get some candy?"

bakugou waves his hand dismissively, which is all the conformation you need before rounding the corner to peruse the variety of sweets on display. you immediately spot the marked parcels of sour gumdrops and assorted licorice and giggle to yourself as you pick them out, unaware of the gentle smile the blonde wears in regards to your child-like glee.

"yeah, just don't eat it all in one sitting. you go through that shit way too fast—it's unhealthy."

you won't bother commenting on his strict, motherly advisement, because you know it's in his best interest. he's grumbled about "stuffing your body with all that garbage" on numerous occasions, and while the hypocrisy might have annoyed you at one point ("and i assume gouging yourself on spicy ramen is completely different?") you realized rationing your candy would benefit both your health and your wallet. you nod, despite knowing he can't see, and idly feel for your back pocket, wondering just how much katsuki plans to stock up. money isn't exactly an issue, so you suppose it doesn't matter, but the amount of packets he normally brings back is downright criminal.

"don't be shy," he eventually says, "i'm buying. you're responsible enough not to buy out the whole store, right?"

your confusion overwhelms the urge to roll your eyes at his sarcasm, but there also lies a hint of elation that he would offer to buy.

"i figured i'd be paying as compensation for messing with you." you stand on the tips of your toes to poke your head over the isle, feeling very tempted to ruffle his hair whilst he gathers the packages of ramen into his basket.

"nah, you can pay me back in some other way." his eyes flick upwards to meet your devilish smirk, and he turns away with an affronted noise, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"oh? i can't wait to see what you have in mind~."

and there go the sparks. they last but a few moments before katsuki composes himself, presumably because he realizes making a scene won't help the situation, but he still throws a glare at you from a distance as he beckons you closer. it seems like he's gotten all he needs, so you hastily grab whatever sweets are left on your mental list and rush back to the counter. a comfortable silence sits between you both as your items are checked out, and in that time, you observe the significant difference between pre-late-night-shopping-run bakugou and food-deprived-study-date bakugou. his shoulders are more relaxed, as is his facial appearance, and you'll be damned if you ever forget the way he smiles when he catches you looking from his peripheral vision.

it's soft and unguarded and leaves you struggling for breath as he waits for the cashier to turn away, then promptly laces your fingers together. what? katsuki takes the bag and pulls you effortlessly; like a ragdoll; a mere toy at his disposal; out into the brisk evening. his thumb brushes the back of your hand, making you jump in surprise at the suddenness of it, and he titters freely. what? the streetlamps glint brightly, flickering at random intervals as you travel onward at a leisurely pace. the roads closest to U.A. aren't as packed as the ones deeper into the city, and thus you are the only two souls to be found, save for the few cars that speed by under the faint luminescence of nearing traffic lights. katsuki squeezes your palm, then slithers his hand out of your hold to replace it at your waist, methodically caressing the skin there in a way that has your knees buckling. you sputter witlessly, attempting to catch the thoughts that flee from your mind like birds to the wind. the blonde is nothing less than ecstatic to be the reason for your flustered state, and he takes full advantage of it by leaning in and hovering his mouth just inches from your own.

"i'll take my payment now." and oh lord, you think. he doesn't have to ask me twice. your lips collide with his, molding together like melted toffee; just as sweet and addictive. you've shared kisses before; ones that left you bruised and scrambling for a coverup the next day; ones that felt like fire but were tinged with honey that soothed your throat; fleeting ones that were never enough. you were sure that your need for affection would never truly be satiated unless it was from the boy you held most dear, and with the moon as your sole witness, katsuki was happy to oblige.

"starbursts. . ." he huffs after pulling away, massaging your hip to subdue your dissatisfied hum. "you taste like cherry starbursts."

he doesn't seem to mind by the way he leans in for another kiss, and another, and another, until you're a jittery mess in his arms. you press against his chest, a wistful sigh escaping you when you part once more.

"not that i'm complaining, but where's this coming from? you're usually not so touchy." the last bit of your utterance trails off as bakugou presses his lips to your forehead and keeps them there. moments pass, and when he finally pulls away, its to hide his blush by walking ahead of you. "i should be able to kiss my partner whenever i please, shouldn't i?" he doesn't even give you a chance to catch up, because his words have you rooted to the spot. what urges your feet to move is the haughty smirk he tosses over his shoulder, and even then, the race has only begun; your demands for him to stop echoing down the street as you chase him.

cheeky bastard.

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

My Hero Academia - A crack fic.

My Hero Academia - A crack fic. by grey goblin

9.30 pm *Midoriya created a group chat.* *Midoriya added 20 participants.* *Midoriya changed the group chat name to ‘1-A Group chat’.* *Midoriya changed Midoriya's name to ‘Gremlin’.* *Gremlin changed Bakugo's name to ‘Boom Boom Bitch Boy’.* *Gremlin changed Shoji's name to ‘Guy.exe’.* *Gremlin changed Tokoyami's name to ‘ My chemical crowmance’.* *Gremlin changed Todoroki's name to ‘Hot N Cold’.* Iida: Midoriya, while I think creating a class group chat is a good idea, changing our classmates' usernames is not. *Gremlin changed Iida's name to ‘Fuck you’* Fuck you: Midoriya, this is not acceptable! Please change my username back. *Gremlin changed Fuck you's name to ‘Walking Rulebook’*

Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Shoji Mezo/Tokoyami Fumikage/Koda Koji/Sato Rikido/Ojiro Mashirao, Shoji Mezo/Koda Koji, Ojiro Mashirao/Tokoyami Fumikage, Sato Rikido/Shoji Mezo, Tokoyami Fumikage/Sato Rikidou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya izuku/hospital bed, Midoriya Izuku/Breaking His Fucking Bones, Bakugo Katsuki/Anger Management, Todoroki Shoto/Therapy, Aizawa Shouta/His Bright Yellow Sleeping Bag, Why Is It Fucking Yellow?, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: shinso hitoshi is apart of 1a, since the start of the year, why? bc im the author, no beta we die like sir nighteye, im a buff baby i dance like a man, aizawa's sleeping bag is an abomination to society, yes there are poly ships, writing this on my school laptop, dont you love rarepairs?, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, i should be doing my school work, instead i'm writing this, oh well, Author Is Sleep Deprived

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39374160

[ibangmilfs64]

men r stinky😡😡

summary: you have fallen for UA’s resident feral gremlin and think that your feelings are unrequited, but are they ?

tags: katsuki bakugou x gn reader, angst but like with a happy ending idk, overall garbage writing

It’s days like today that are the worst. Days where the sky is a dull shade of gray and the clouds can no longer hold the rain that falls over your head as you go running for shelter. Days where you can physically feel the dense melancholy energy weighing down the air around you. It’s hard to not feel sad on days like this, and it’s so easy to give in to your negative thoughts. Maybe that’s why I’m sitting alone in my dorm room covered in blankets trying to keep my mind from wandering to places It doesn’t need to be. ‘god I’m such an idiot’ I think as I change my position so I’m now hanging upside-down over the edge of the bed. I know I’m young, I know that I haven’t ever really gotten the chance to love someone, but god I’ve felt heartbreak. My only experiences with “love” have all been failures. There was Sam in 6th grade, she was my best friend and by the time I realized that my feelings went beyond friendship she had gotten a boyfriend. I remember watching them at lunch and feeling so angry at the time, but I moved on. Then there was Jay in 8th. I bumped into him at a movie theater that I frequented with my friends, I thought it was fate. I only knew him for a week but I was infatuated. When I told him I liked him he laughed in my face. Now here I am moping around in my room about some stupid spiky-haired boy with serious anger issues. It’s not my fault that I like him, and I honestly have no idea how it happened, I met him at the UA entrance exam and he was just so amazing. The way he moved was just so mesmerizing, and then when I found out we were in the same class, god I fell so fast. On our first day of school I made friends with Sero and Denki, and then later Mina and Kiri...and him, even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. It’s so hard because I know that he doesn’t normally like people but he just always seems so cold to me. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I said something to him or if maybe I did something to piss him off, but now it seems like maybe it wasn’t something I said or did, maybe it’s just me. I let myself fall to the floor, taking my blankets with me. I always complain about how hard it is to be in love with Katsuki Bakugou, but honestly it’s so easy. I genuinely don’t think there’s a thing I don’t love about him, except for the fact that he doesn’t love me back. I love everything about him. I love his passion. I love the way that he never half asses anything he does. I love how much he cares about his friends, even though he would never admit that. I love how stubborn he is. I love his face, his name. “GOD!” I yell before curling up into a ball and pulling my blankets over my head, letting the tears fall slowly from my face. Loving Bakugou was easy, him not loving me back was the hard part. I heard a knock on the door, pulling me from my thoughts I quickly stand up and wipe off my tears with the sleeve of your hoodie. I open the door and am met with a very concerned looking Mina. “y/n! What’s wrong?” she exclaimed as she barged into my room and led me to my bed. “It’s nothing, I promise. What do you need?” She looked you over a few times, now definitely being able to take in my glossy eyes and disheveled appearance. “Well...I was going to ask if you wanted to come watch movies with me and the guys” she pauses and looks me over again “but, if you’re not feeling up to it I totally understand!” she pulls me into a tight hug and runs her hands through my hair. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but if you ever need anything you can always talk to me” you wrap your arms tightly around her “thank you for understanding, Mina. I can go with you guys I just need a few minutes” I chuckle awkwardly at the end. I wipe my eyes and quickly try to fix my hair. “there” I say once I’m satisfied with my appearance. Mina grabs my hand and we walk out of my dorm and make our way to the common room. 

‘okay so maybe I shouldn’t have come after all’ I thought to myself as I sat in my spot next to Bakugou playing with my thumbs. I turn my head away from the screen to look at him only to find him already staring at me. He quickly looks away and stares intensely at the tv trying to play it off. ‘See, this is exactly what I’m talking about, it’s like he can’t even look at me!’ I quickly sit up from my spot on the couch and walked to the kitchen under the guise of getting more popcorn. “fuckfuckfuck” I muttered to myself while frantically wiping my eyes. “Oi, dumbass! What’s wrong with you?” I heard a familiar loud hothead call out to me. ‘shit’ I quickly plastered a smile on my face and cleared my throat. “n-nothing” I said trying and failing to sound somewhat normal. I sat there for a moment just glaring at the kitchen counter until i was suddenly turned around and pulled into someone’s chest. “w-what are you doing!” i yelled out. suddenly, i felt all my sadness wash away and turn into anger. after all of the indifference he has shown me, now he wants to be nice. “i was comforting you dumbass!” he yelled back at me. “well i don’t need your comfort, asshole!” i glared at him. “you-you never look at me, you never speak to me! i have been practically begging for your attention all fucking year and now you wanna show me it! what happened! what changed!” the words left my mouth before i could stop them, but once i got them out i felt worse. i had basically just confused to katsuki fucking bakugou in a fucking kitchen while looking like a goblin with ugly tears streaming down my face. embarrassment suddenly washed over me and i decided i’d rather be anywhere else then in this stupid kitchen with the guy i’ve liked for so long staring at me like i’m an alien or something. “i gotta go” i said and attempted to get past him but he was blocking the way out. “let me out asshole!” i tried pushing past him but it was no use, he was like a giant, spiky rock. “can you at least listen to what i have to say idiot?” he yelled glaring down at me. i scoffed and looked at my feet “whatever”. “i like you” my breath hitched and i looked up at him with wide eyes. “i didn’t know what to do so i tried to ignore it...and you, but for some reason the more i ignored it the worse it got and then i got this shitty feeling in my chest and i got sick of it so i went to shitty hair and he told me that i had to ‘man up and ask you out’ so him and raccoon eyes set up this stupid movie night to try to get me to ask you out”. you felt your heartrate accelerate at every word he said. this is the most serious you’ve ever seen him, but are you really gonna forgive him after all that heartbreak just because of some shitty little speech?......yes. no. maybe? “you know that doesn’t make up for how you treated me, right” you said sternly. “yeah, maybe i can take you out or something to make up for it or whatever” he said rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but at you. okay maybe the whole tsundere thing is kinda cute when he’s not completely shutting you out. “i would love that” you smiled up at him and then got an idea. “but you know what would make it better” you looked at him with mischief clear in your gaze. “what do you want dumbass” in response you just puckered up your lips at him and he rolled his eyes but pulled you close to him and pressed his forehead against yours. “i really do like you, dumbass” he said before tilting your chin up and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. after what felt like forever you pulled away, panting and looked up at him with red cheeks. he brought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb over your cheek. “cute.” he said and then pulled you in for another kiss that was quickly cut off by a loud thud from outside the kitchen. bakugou quickly pulled away and looked outside and found a very frantic kiri, denki, mina, and sero staring up at him with wide eyes. “YOU IDIOTS ARE DEAD” he boomed.

sjrjgjgkkgjgkgkskakajajdhfhfjfjfjfhf i didn’t proofread this so i’m sorry if it is dookie. also i started this on my laptop but finished it on my phone so that’s why everything is lowercase at the end smh