#switch!bakugo

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Inspired on this post

Hehehehehe one more mha fic that no one asked! yes yes YES! Get that one friends 💛💛

7 minutes

Art by me hehe👆

Switch: Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo

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Ships: NONE (if you want bakugo x Kirishima)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Bakusquad game night! Today they had chosen an intriguing game, it seemed fun

7 minutes, a more friendly variation of the famous game “seven minutes in heaven” - the rules were simple

All the participants stood in a circle, and spun the bottle among themselves, the first person chosen went to another room (which in this case was the closet in Mina's apartment, where they were gathered this time). Then the other participants spun the bottle again and the chosen person would enter the room too, the second person had the job of trying to tickle the first person until they said the safe word, which was “red” - if the lee didn't say the safe word in 7 minutes the ler lost

“That's stupid” Bakugo rolled his eyes

Mina picked up a bottle and positioned it in the middle of the circle of friends “ah, blasty! Don't say you're scared of losing~”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Ohhhhh sounds fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, the boy was already known for loving to be tickled

“It makes me a little nervous” Denki said, being the most sensitive in the room

“Oh don't worry about it” Sero laughed, giving his friend a little push “we're not going to kill you”

“Let's get on with it!”

Mina shouted the bottle, the moment was pure tension, the bottle spun, spun and spun, stopping in front of…………….. Denki!

“Oh, Shit” The boy laughed, getting up and entering the room.

The fact that he was in a separate room made everything more intriguing. Denki didn't know who his ler would be and that left him with butterflies in his stomach.

Then the closet door opened, and Sero entered with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hehe, hi~"

"Shit." Denki started laughing nervously.

Sero attacked him, holding his arms close to his body with his tape while running his fingers all over the blonde's body. Denki screamed and laughed. From outside the room, everyone could hear the boy's exaggerated screams, and they knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for another minute...

"REHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHED" he screamed when Sero squeezed his knees.

"Hehe, I won."

The two left the room, one with a look of victory and the other with an exhausted look.

"One more time!"

The bottle spun again, this time Kirishima was chosen, he entered the closet and felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter with the thoughts of who would be his ler

The door opened, and a smiling Bakugo entered, his hands in the shape of claws ready for the attack

“Gotcha, Kiri~”

Kirishima didn't even have time to blush before his friend threw him to the ground to tickle him, scribbling on his ribs

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Give up! Give up already! You know you can't win~”

It didn't take long for Kirishima to say the safe word, something only Bakugo could make him say

The bottle was spun a few more times

In the next round, the chosen lee was Sero and his ler was Mina, the girl tickled him to scream but couldn't make him say "red" before time ran out, even scribbling on his armpits while saying teasing things like "how cute~", since Sero wasn't that sensitive - the boy left the room with an air of victory for the second time while the girl left completely defeated

Another bottle was spun, Denki was the lee again, nervous, he entered the room, his ler was none other than Bakugo, who jumped straight to the bottom of his knees and made him laugh, giving up in less than one minute

Another round, Mina was the lee and Kirishima the ler, the boy teased her saying she was so cute like that while blowing raspberries on her belly, Mina almost managed to win, giving up with 10 left seconds

Once again! Kirishima was the lee, he entered the room and waited, this time the ler was Denki, who grabbed his body and gave a mega electric shock of tickling! His special attack! Kiri couldn't even hold out half the time, Denki's quirk was simply too good to tickle

“I’m exhausted!” The electric boy said, sitting on the floor next to his friends.

“Are you exhausted?” Kirishima said, taking a deep breath.

“Do you guys want to stop?” Mina asked.

“Hmmm, nope, there’s still someone left to get their much-desired dose of tickling.” Sero smiled at her, pointing shamelessly at Bakugo.

“SHUT UP! It’s not my fault that the bottle didn’t choose me, you stupid extras.” The explosive boy crossed his arms, turning his face away.

However, internally he felt a gigantic desire for that bottle to stop facing him, for him to be someone’s lee, and for him to be able to find an excuse to receive some tickling, which he - even though he hated to admit it - loved.

Mina spun her bottle for the last time, with more force than she should have, which made the bottle spin for much longer, not helping Bakugo at all.

And……………………………. As cliché and obvious as it may seem, yes, the bottle stopped right in front of the explosive boy.

He crossed his arms and made an angry face. “That’s stupid.”

“That’s the rules of the game, blasty~” Denki laughed.

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugo got up and went into the room.

He tried to put an ear to the door to hear what the others were saying, and even if he could hear, no one said his brother’s name, they just laughed. Bakugo heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Hello~” Kirishima- was that Kirishima?

That idiot made the biggest IDIOT face he could make. Bakugo couldn’t tell if his anxiety had lessened because it was Kirishima, or if it had doubled because it was simply Kirishima.

“Come here, Katsuki!”

The redhead dug his fingers right into Bakugo's weak spot, swinging them into his ribs and upper armpits, not staying in the same place for ten seconds.

The blond couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the floor, which only made him more vulnerable, his legs shaking and kicking the air.

"IHIHIHIHIDIHIOT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Only if you say the magic word~ a hint: it's not please." Kirishima smiled, oh that smile.

He slowly lifted his friend's shirt, gathering air to overcome the biggest raspberry possible, without stopping to scribble on his ribs.

"Give up?"

"NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!" Another raspberry, even bigger

“OK OK REHEHEHEHED”

Kirishima let him go, letting him breathe and then helping him get up

“You’re cute, Kats”

“Shut up, phew”

The two left the room while the others tried to suppress the giggles they let out after hearing the desperate screams of the - evil, serious and super strong - Bakugo

“So who lost?” Kirishima asked, sitting next to his best friend on the floor

“Was there any way you could lose?” Denki exclaimed

“Yes, and let’s all agree that it was obviously you who lost, Pikachu~” Mina smiled

“What? PROOF!”

Sero held out his cell phone, which was counting the time, to him

“50 seconds in the first match, 30 in the second”

“Damn” the electric laughed, making everyone laugh too

Bakugo turned his face to hide the affectionate and involuntary smile he gave

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[yuwuta]

there’s a right and a wrong way to hold hands. you know this, because whenever katsuki extends his hand and you cup his in return, he frowns and releases tiny explosions from his palm—not big or intense enough to hurt you, just enough to tickle—until you’re giggling and readjusting your hands so that your fingers are laced together. he huffs to himself and then keeps walking, ignoring the way you tease him about being a romantic, much too focused on the feeling of your thumb is rubbing against the back of his hand, instead.

[mktskii]

—Coffee Confession

—Synopsis: Bakugou Katsuki, a student at the prestigious U.A. High, works part-time at a café, where he begrudgingly deals with annoying customers for some extra cash—until you show up. A new transfer from the States, you're still learning Japanese, and Bakugou, known for his tough attitude, surprisingly goes out of his way to make your favorite drink just right.

—Pairing: Barista!Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB!blk + interational!reader

—Genre: Slow-burn thats lowkey a bit fast-ish(?), Slice of Life, Quirkless AU

—Tags: Quirkless AU, café setting, crush to lovers, fluff, cutness, secret soft side, Bakugou being a cutie, cute confession, cultural differences, language barrier, reader from the states, UA high school.

Bakugou couldn’t believe it. Of all the part-time jobs he could've taken, he ended up working at a cafe. It wasn’t like he needed the money—he was already attending the most prestigious school in Japan, U.A. Academy, where future business leaders, innovators, and geniuses like him were trained. But a job was a job, and for some reason, the idea of working in a cafe didn’t seem all that bad. Plus, he liked money. Except for when they showed up.

"Hey, Bakugou!" A group of annoying guys he hated from U.A. strolled into the cafe. They were the type he despised—the overly popular, arrogant jocks that people gravitated to. Bakugou had beef with them for as long as he could remember. The day they beat him by a measly three points in that basketball game still burned in his brain. He took orders with his usual scowl, holding back the urge to shove them out the door. When they asked for caramel lattes, his mouth twitched in delight. He spoke without really thinking about it.

“We don’t have caramel today. Get something else, unless you want a regular latte,” he said, his tone dripping with venom.

The idiots groaned and, after a few minutes of begging him to check if he was absolutely sure it wasn't in stock, walked off. Bakugou was pleased.

But that’s when you stepped up to the counter. You, with your deep caramel skin and soft glow, looking like you were straight out of a painting. The way your tight curls framed your face, highlighting your striking almond-shaped eyes, made Bakugou freeze. He’d seen you around U.A. before—always asking for directions in broken Japanese, struggling to find your way. You weren’t like those other morons; you had a calm, almost serene aura that intrigued him. Just barely, though. But you always looked so lost, and now, here you were, clearly overwhelmed by the menu and situation.

You panicked a little, your fingers drumming against the counter as you tried to figure out what to order. "Um… sorry… give me a second," you stammered, your accent thick but your effort admirable. You had wanted a caramel latte, too.

Bakugou, normally impatient with customers, felt a strange pull to not be his usual rude self. He almost snapped, but he found himself biting his tongue. You were just… different.

“Take your time,” he said, almost too casually.

You looked up in surprise, probably expecting him to yell at you like he did to everyone else. Even you knew about his reputation by now. His face still held that signature scowl, and yet, behind his fiery eyes, there was something softer there. Something less abrasive. He watched you, trying not to let his face betray anything, but you, like most people, probably mistook his intense gaze for irritation. And sure, Bakugou looked pissed a lot, but this time, it wasn’t that. He was just... looking at you.

When you finally settled on a regular latte, you gave him your name. His friends, Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima, finally showed up, ready to work, but Bakugou had already zoomed to make your drink himself. He even threw in some caramel for you, even though he'd just told the others they were out of stock. He could assume you wanted it, since the few times you'd come, he always heard you order it. Today was just his day. He's making it for you. You weren't one of those idiots he hated; you didn’t deserve the same treatment. Not that he liked you or anything. Definitely not. He just didn’t hate you.

“Here,” he said, handing you the latte, brushing off your confused look when you realized there was caramel in it.

"Didn't you say there wasn’t any caramel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bakugou shrugged, handing it to you with a gruff, “Found some in the back.”

You smiled and nodded, seemingly grateful for the small gesture, and left the cafe. But then, you glanced at the name he’d written on your cup. You squinted, trying to decipher the kanji.

“‘Girl who takes too long to order’…?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. Despite his intimidating exterior, Bakugou had a funny, albeit slightly insulting, sense of humor. It didn’t stop there, though. Every time you came back, he wrote something different.

“Caramel latte for the caramel-looking girl.”

“Order for the nerdy brat.”

“Drink for the idiot who speaks trash Japanese.”

But each time, you only smiled and rolled your eyes, giving him a look that said, Really? He’d just shrug, smug as ever.

His friends noticed, of course. Kaminari figured it out first. "Dude, you totally like her," he teased one day when you weren’t around. Bakugou immediately punched him in the shoulder. Hard.

Every time you would come in, Bakugou glared at them, daring them to say something to you. Sero, being the linguist of the group, once tried to speak to you in English, and you looked so relieved and happy to finally understand someone that Bakugou nearly exploded from jealousy.

After that, he downloaded Duolingo, ready to tear that annoying green bird apart if it meant he could speak to you fluently. Learning English was a pain, but the thought of seeing that same smile you gave Sero was worth it. He needed to be the one to make you smile like that.

Not that he liked you or anything. No way. You were just… well, fine.

He liked you.

But Bakugou being Bakugou, he was really nervous to confess and act all lovey or whatever. That wasn’t his style. So, he kept up the insults, kept up the weird names on your cups, hoping you’d catch on eventually that they were slowly not so insulting anymore.

And then one day, after your usual order, you rushed out the door, clearly late for something. You didn’t have time to look at the cup until you were halfway down the street. You pulled it up to your face and read the label.

“‘Pretty girl I want to date.’”

You stopped dead in your tracks, heart pounding. Did you read that right? You glanced back at the cafe, feeling a rush of adrenaline. Before you knew it, you were running back, nearly knocking someone over in your hurry. You burst through the doors, slightly out of breath, and caught Bakugou’s eyes from across the counter.

He looked… devastated that he didn’t get to see your initial reaction. But when you stood there, staring at him with wide eyes, the hint of a blush on his cheeks gave him away.

It wasn’t the most conventional confession. But for Bakugou? It was perfect.

“Well? What’s your answer, dumbass?” he muttered, trying to hide how nervous he actually was.

You just smiled.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[bluerosety-blog]

So, let me get this straight~ Kacchan showing up was "an ass pull", "unnecessarily" and "fan service" but yet they want a certain girl to show up and save Izuku. 🤔 If that happens then what are they going to call it. 😒

[skooogen]

I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THEM!!!!!

THE RIVALRY TO PUCH EACH OTHER TO BECOME BETER

THE TIME SKIP WHERE THE ONE WITH NATURAL TALENT IS SO FAR AHEAD OF THE OTHER BUT THEYRE STILL THERE WAITING FROM THEM

I can’t :,)

[dizazter-dragoon]

CW: Minors DNI, suggestive blurb, don't use fights as foreplay irl, as always characters are aged up

Just,,,The idea of Bakugou liking getting kidnapped or held for ransom by shitty villains on occasion just to rile reader up is very funny to me. Like most of the time, reader is just a sweet mid-low rank support hero until Bakugou is involved and then it's like a switch flip to vigilante mode that he loves.

Bank Robber: I'll let the hostages go in exchange for a Pro-Hero!

Bakugou: Oh no...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and then 15 minutes later Bakugou's doing stretches in a quirk collar because he knows you're gonna spend the next week staking your claim on him after your feral ass beats the everloving shit out of the unfortunate villainous bastard

Just- Bakugou watching reader bust in on the villain's shoddy hideout, and leaning his head back to show a bruise below his collarbone "I dunno babe, looks like a hickey to me" (｀∀´)Ψ

[theloveinc]

bakugo x reader - i guess a lil drabble related to my succession!au here! caitie writing? it's more........ no jk im just as surprised as you...

(warning - toxic relationships, sex as business tactic, you wear a thong but gn otherwise i think, made up business lingo idfk)

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You’re already waiting for him by the time Bakugo makes it back to his office. 

Blazer off and strewn across the arm of the leather armchair you lean against, fingernails clacking away as you type a message on your phone; you look busy, you look sexy, you look mad, though he already knows why you’re here and you waste no time either in looking up from your device to absolutely scour. 

 “Fuckin' what?” he grumbles, throwing his own jacket and stack of files next to yours, refusing to give in to the thought of looking into your eyes, something he knows will cause more of a fire to light up in his veins rather than put him into a business-like mood.

“You said no.” 

“‘Course I did," he responds before you can say anything else. "Your write-up was crap, and I don’t feel like wasting time entertaining unnecessary shit.” 

“It’s a good plan. Would make up the public outburst you had that tanked our stock fifteen percent. You and I both know that.” 

He does, but he doesn't care enough to risk another move that might cause more harm than good. It's not like his sour personality is a secret from the business world or has stopped him from getting what he wanted in the past.

“If you care so much about it just go ‘n get Deku to approve it. Fuck knows all you do when I disagree with your stupid ass ideas is cry and get him to start signing shit, anyway."

“That is not true!” you hiss, one of Bakugo’s very-clearly-plucked eyebrows immediately raising at the annoyance in your voice. “My advice is great, and yeah, I do think you should take it sometimes.”

“It’s average at best and you fucking know it"—it's actually better than average, way better, it's just hard to say now that Deku's got top spot in the running for CEO, a fact that pisses Bakugo off so badly that he can't even think about your talent lest he lose his mind even more—"You’re just one of the board's little brats. Spoiled rotten.” 

You purse your lips at that, eyes narrowing as he stands up tall. “Like you’re any better. Getting mommy to call competitors anytime one of your shitty deals doesn’t go through.”

He approaches you, hands leaving his pockets as he walks you back into his desk—your ass meeting the oak just as he begins unlocking his cuff links and pushing his sleeves up to the bend of his elbows. You stand there in silence, in faux-battle through your glares, though it’s not much longer before he puts his hands on your waist and jerks you to his chest. 

“Least I do my damn job instead of sucking dick on company time.”

(You don’t remind him that it was actually him on his knees the last time any inappropriate workplace intercourse occurred… nor that it was Kiri’s idea—not yours—to screw your way into Yo Shindo’s board of investors. He already started a fight the first time it came up, lord knows he’d have an aneurysm if used it against him in an argument, too.) 

“Fine,” you wiggle your hips in an attempt to loosen the static between your bodies, but he only seems to get closer: the newly-tenting fly of his slacks digging into the soft dip of your own pants, instead. “Next time I’ll go ask Todoroki for advice then and you can work alone.”

He nips at you where his mouth presses against your cheek, hands splayed on your back to keep you from being pressed into the hard line of wood at your hips. You inhale at the contact, turning your face away from him if only to let his mouth fall next to your ear. 

“Talk to that half and half fucker in front of me, baby,” he whispers, “and you watch what fucking happens.” 

His fingers dip themselves into the band of your panties, tugging the elastic away from your skin in such a manner that the string of your thong gets pulled taut between your ass cheeks. 

“Bakugo…” you warn, pulling back to glare at him though simultaneously giving into the fight, your hands leaving your hips to swat his away from behind you before they’re allowed to do anything more lewd.

He huffs, though his chest rumbles in the most silent of laughs as he catches your palms in his, swinging them back around til he’s holding them between you at your front. 

“You’re such a damn tease,” he leans down close enough to touch his nose with yours, your breath warm and enticing on his lips. “Gimme a kiss for wasting my time.”

You roll your eyes. “No. I’m reporting you to HR.” 

“Like hell you are. Kiss me.” 

 “I’m gonna kiss Deku.” 

Hands still tangled with yours, he tears away for only a moment to fake a gag over his shoulder. 

“That’s even worse!”

"You deserve it."

And he doesn't exactly disagree.

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Ok shut up STFU!! 🖤

I did the selfship moodboard thing... Feeling vulnerable rn uwu... Everyone else's was cute so WHATEVER thanks Pinterest and @willowser 🫣

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I caught myself looking like 😑 again at the grocery store today and I feel so awkward. I don’t want to come off as an asshole to anyone working there (it must suck as a job, especially during summer tourist season) but my face is just like this! I think it would be really funny if I got a custom t-shirt one day that just said “sorry, it’s (probably) not you. My face is just like this” with the 😑 emoji under it

[madame-jupiter]

Yakuza Bkdk: The Credit Card Switcharoo Part 1

It’s a chance encounter where Katsuki bumps into skinny, green haired guy that looks like he hasn’t slept for days. The resulting collision results with both of their wallets and the contents to spill onto the ground.

Katsuki curses while the skinny man apologizes profusely.

He ignores him, hoping his dragon and tiger tattoos would spook the man off as he gathers his stuff. Gladly they did, the green haired man hightails it away from the blond Yakuza member. After this, Katsuki goes to buy himself cigarettes… Only for his card to decline.

“What the fuck…?!” Katsuki glances down at his card and notices that while it has the same All Might print, it’s not his name on it.

It belongs to a Midoriya Deku.

He grinds his teeth, thinking back to the green haired man he met earlier.

He must of rammed into Katsuki on purpose and stole his card!!

Katsuki’s going to find that bastard and get his fucking card back before that thief drains his bank account.

Meanwhile, Midoriya Izuku, in his sleep deprived mind after working 8 days straight at his crummy warehouse job, is attempting to get himself something to eat from a hot meal vending machine.

Izuku wonders why he even bothers. His card always gets declined even if he attempts to get the cheapest thing on the machine.

To his surprise, his transaction goes through and he almost cries when he gets his favorite flavor of cup ramen. The warmth of the broth and noodles fills his stomach up.

Stomach satisfied for now, he believes it’s a fluke from the machine and it giving him a free meal.

To sleepy to pay attention to the name on the card as he slips it into his wallet, he makes his way to his home.

Which is his car that has seen better days.

Laying down in the backseat that is uncomfortably lumpy all over, he uses a bag full of shredded newspapers as a pillow.

He snuggles underneath a thin blanket and an extra jacket he knows to keep warm.

Not knowing his world is going to completely change…

It’s been three days since Katsuki’s card had been stolen. He had planned on locking his card, but he wants to see what this thief is buying and where he is buying the items from to get a better location.

So far, to his surprise, most the purchases are from cheap vending machines.

One vending machine even being one of those hot meal ones.

Besides those, no exuberant charges are placed. For a thief who stole a card with an account with over 3,000,000 ¥, he’s seems to be cheap.

And so far, no one has been able to locate a Midoriya Deku.

“Are you sure you’re reading the name right?” remarks his right hand man, Kirishima. “You may be good with guns, mathematics, and other things, you are not the best at… reading well.”

Katsuki glares at him.

“Fuck off.”

Kirishima shrugs. “At least let me see the card and read the name.”

Katsuki begrudgingly hands over the card. The red haired man takes it and glances down at it, reading it. Then he clamps down his lips, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. But a few giggles slip out.

The blond doesn’t take to kindly to this. “What?! What’s so damn-“

“His name isn’t Midoriya Deku, it’s Midoriya Izuku.”

Katsuki feels like he’s falling into a pit of embarrassment at such an error. And it seems it doesn’t end because Kaminari, Kirishima’s boyfriend, is also sitting at the long table Katsuki situated himself at to investigate. It doesn’t even take a second for the electric blond to start laughing his ass off.

“Oh my Gods!! Hahaha!!” Kaminari laughs, holding his stomach. “The great Bakugou “The Red Eyed Dragon” Katsuki making such a blunder is hilarious!! Hahaha-AHHH!!!”

He couldn’t take it the moron’s laughing. Katsuki practically launches across the table at Kaminari, about to strangle him. But the little shit is quick and hightails it to hide behind his mountain of a boyfriend.

Katsuki seethes. “Come out from behind him, you coward!”

“Kirishima, protect me!” yells Kaminari, still hiding behind his boyfriend to get away from Katsuki’s clutches.

“Whoa! Whoa!” says Kirishima, holding his hands up in order to placate the red eyed blond. “No killing boyfriends here. What we have to focus on is that we now know this thief’s true name.” He clasps his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, giving him a sharp toothed grin. “So we can go and find him much faster and easier than before.”

Katsuki begins to calm at this.

Right.

That green haired thief will pay for stealing what’s his!

There’s no telling by now what this thief is cooking up to buy with Katsuki’s money next.

“Alright. Tell everyone to look for a Midoriya Izuku and report his whereabouts to me ASAP!”

Kirishima and Kaminari nod their heads.

“Yes sir!”

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Izuku sneezes.

“Achoo!!” He covers his mouth with his elbow, sniffing a little.

“Bless you!” says his coworker Hatsume Mei. Both of them are covered in grease from loading car parts and other metal objects into boxes; they should be shipping out right about not to their destinations. “Someone must be talking about you.”

He playfully rolls his eyes. It’s an old superstition that people still spread about.

“Don’t know who would be talking about me though…,” he mumbles to himself.

But then only one person comes to mind…

And it makes Izuku’s skin crawl.

[afroafrofuturistfuture]

Switch: The Other Side Part 9

Guys, I have no good excuse. My friend hates me because I did not get things done for her birthday but here I am now trying to complete this story. I've never really finished any story so this is a feat in and of itself. I hope if you're still invested, you'll finish this out with me.

Synopsis: Aged up Married Pro hero!Deku and Bakugo.

Summary: Kami ends up in the hospital and everyone learns the truth.

Warnings: Some peril and danger, bit of angst and anger, cuss words I'm sure, barely proofread as always.

Katsuki stared at the ceiling, warring with himself. He was laying in bed on a rare day off, considering if he shouldn’t just go into work anyway. That was the reason for his restlessness, he tried to tell himself. Nothing else. Certainly not any sexy head fuck heroes. 

He frowned. Sexy? He sighed. This was really doing his head in. He couldn’t actually hate her as much as he thought he wanted to. She disrespected him…right? The more he’d mulled over their argument, he knew in a way she was right. But why did it hurt? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hurt. But she was right so what was the problem? He of all people knew how to follow his head, not his heart. Yet somehow he couldn’t shake the sadness that speared through him so strong once he heard her confession. He had no rush to have kids with Kami. He wasn’t even sure about it with their lives as heroes. But knowing that a part of him, just a possibility of a different future, was gone just like that burned something deep in the pit of his stomach.

He shouldn’t care anymore. He and Kami were supposed to be working shit out. Getting back to normal. He found it fairly easy to agree with her. Maybe because he wanted someone back in his corner after everything that happened. He wasn’t sure if they could work the same again, but what did he have to lose? They had an amazing friendship already. Not many people could get under his skin like her and Deku. Well except…fuck. He needed a distraction but she was bound to be at the office. He rolled out of bed to start getting ready for the gym, pulling up the angriest playlist he could find. 

Halfway through his workout, his phone started to ring. Kirishima was calling in the middle of the work day? This wasn’t unusual. He called every once in a while when Katsuki was off just to make conversation so he let it go to voicemail. But when he called again, he knew something might be up. 

“Kirishima?” He answered. He could hear some noise and chaos in the back and tried to listen harder to his friend’s voice. 

“Bakugo! Can you hear me now? There was an explosion at the agency.” He didn’t mince words. “It’s that terrorist group we had been keeping up with. We found the guy who infiltrated us and we…” He ran down more of the details while Katsuki struggled to process the turn of events.

An explosion? He started to kick himself for not going in to work after all. Damn pride. His friends and colleagues could have been killed! His ears rang and he started to see red as Kirishima called his name. His mouth ran dry. Fuck! “Did-did everyone-” He had to take a breath and start over. “Is everyone okay?” 

“Yes, just a couple injuries. Kami is being rushed to the hospital though along with-” 

“Which one?” Katsuki stormed. He was already grabbing keys and putting his shoes on. Kirishima rattled off the name of the hospital and Katsuki heard nothing else. 

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“What the hell?” Ochaco exclaimed and took off, Froppy running beside her. They had witnessed the explosion from blocks away where they were patrolling. When they finally reached the agency, Ochaco started to sort through the chaos. Criminals were being apprehended on the street and ambulances were on the way. Heroes were in varying states of distress, coughing from the dust of the rubble, feeling for injuries and checking on each other. “Is everyone okay?” She checked everyone she passed. “Hey, where’s-” Just as she was about to ask, Deku came running from deep in the building with an unconscious Kami in his arms. Her stomach dropped, not only seeing her look so limp but at Deku’s distress. 

He was pushing past everyone, unshed tears waiting in his eyes. “Excuse me, she needs to go to the hospital.” His voice was shrill. 

“Deku?” Ochaco questioned. He met her eyes and somehow she knew. She didn’t know what it was but something was there behind the fear in his eyes. 

He looked like he was just recognizing her. He was frantic when he spoke.

“Bubble, I’m taking Kami to the hospital, okay? I found her unconscious. I gotta be quick. I trust you to make sure everyone’s safe.” He didn’t wait for a response before taking off, his quirk putting distance between them.

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Over the time Kami was in the hospital, Deku was coming home late, ragged and worse for wear. The conflict in her warred, turning her mood sweet and sour when he finally returned home. He’d give her a light greeting and would go straight into his night time routine of brushing his teeth and taking off his shirt as he got into bed. He’d already been wearing sweats most days. 

He’s just worried for his friend, she told herself. But she couldn’t shake that look of despair as she watched him care for her. When she agreed to work things out with Deku, she knew that things wouldn’t be the same for them. They’d both been pretty distant lately and when he said he wanted to talk, she was shaken. Worried that he was getting ready to tell her he knew everything and it was over. But this was Deku. He wanted to work on things, really work on them and after everything she’d been through with Katsuki, she was actually ready. It wasn’t easy. She considered that possibly he was having an affair too and seeing how he looked with Kami and knowing how much time he was spending at the hospital waiting for her to wake up made her a little nervous. But would Deku really do that? She had been so wrapped up in herself, she didn’t know if she would notice if he did. She hated herself for worrying about what he might be doing when she nearly had a child with another man and one of his best friend’s at that. After Kami woke up, she promised herself she would tell the whole truth. 

When Deku flopped into bed that night, she asked how the patient was like she did every night. 

“Oh, still the same. But the doctor’s are keeping an eye on her and they say her brain activity is still good. I’m really just playing bodyguard at this point.” He chuckled through his nose, his smile tired. 

“Okay, that’s something. How is Katsuki doing?” She tried to keep her voice level.

“He’s Kacchan. He’ll come by for a couple hours and be all quiet and then will tell me to go home right before he leaves.” 

Her heartbeat ratcheted as she asked the other question she’d been dying to. “Why are you staying so late?” 

“I want someone to be there when she wakes up. I know Kacchan has been on the warpath trying to make sure all the criminals are caught. I think he’s been taking it pretty hard because he wasn’t working that day.”

Her heart squeezed for him. She wanted to comfort him, text him or something, but it seemed like such an odd thing to do. Getting comfort from your mistress while your wife is in the hospital. She didn’t like it. She would keep it to herself until she saw him again. “I’m off tomorrow so I’ll come by for a visit and keep you company.” 

He smiled and to anyone who didn’t know him, it looked as sunny as ever. But she could see it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

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Guilt was eating Katsuki alive. He’d never felt this guilty in his life. Ever. And his pride was battling with him, keeping him from spending every waking moment at the hospital like Deku. His wife hadn’t woken up over the past few days and though the doctors were optimistic, he didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t wake up. He knew no one else would but he would definitely blame himself for sulking and not going to work all because he had to have that damn affair. 

Please, wake up.

He sent up a silent prayer as he marched into the hospital. 

“Mr. Bakugo,” he recognized the nurse that greeted him, she’d been there most of the days Kami had been. She always gave him a small smile. “Mr. Midoriya is already in with her. He’s so dedicated to his friend.” She said this in an almost dreamy way and he only nodded back, just anxious to get into his wife’s room. 

He could see them through the glass and he could see, to his immense relief, that Kami was awake. He took a moment to clutch his chest and exhale the anxiety he’d been holding onto the past few days. He slowly opened the door, trying not to interrupt just yet and heard Deku’s teary words. 

“This is the only way, you know.”

“The only way for what?”

“To fall out of love with you.”

“What?” Katsuki barked, causing them to jump. He was reeling. The rollercoaster of his emotions was overwhelming him. Deku? The nicest, most self sacrificing hero there was, and possibly his closest friend, was in love with his wife? What? “What’s going on here?” He couldn’t decide between relief or frustration at the turn of events. He was no saint but he never expected this from Deku. Maybe Kami but not Deku. 

What was even worse was seeing Deku immediately stand and block his view of her. “Kacchan. Nothing’s going on.” He really was in love with her. He could see it in the way he stood. He was ready to take him down for her if it came to that. He should’ve known from how long he stayed in the hospital just waiting for her to wake up. He told him to go home a few times seeing the bags under his eyes and the worn look of his face. He hadn’t seen his friend look that distraught in a while. His fists balled and he tried to ignore the feelings of his own inadequacy. From the brief glimpse he caught of her, he could tell Kami had feelings for him too. 

“You can’t tell me that. You just said you need to fall out of love with my wife. How could you fall in love with her in the first place?” 

“Katsuki-” Kami tried to speak up but Deku spoke before she could really say anything. It was so like him to do. He was always protecting someone. 

“Kami wants nothing to do with me. I thought we had a connection but I was wrong. She didn’t do anything.” Katuski searched his face, not sure if believed him but Deku seemed to think that was true. “She loves you.” 

But she’s not in love with me. Not anymore. He scoffed. “Deku, I know you’re lying to me. You can either tell me what’s really going on or get the hell out of my face.” He was tired of the posturing. He wanted answers, not this savior mess. But Deku didn’t get out of the way, even as he stepped towards them.

Deku reached out and put his hands on his shoulders. “I’m telling you the truth. Don’t be angry with her.”

He was begging and that felt more condescending than it needed to. Like he was a wild animal at risk of running loose and destroying everything. And maybe that was exactly who he was at the end of the day. That’s how people have seen him long before this and that was how he continued to be. That’s how he got them all into the mess wasn’t it? Because he was so out of control that he chose to pursue his closest friend’s wife. It was that same wildness in him that led him to snap at Ochaco and run her away. His fists balled as his anger seeped out. “Who should I be angry with then? You? I can definitely be angry with you!” Maybe fighting with Deku was the exact thing he needed at that moment. He could take it but before he could make any moves, he heard Kami shout, “Katsuki, stop!” 

Then he wasn’t in control anymore, his body stiffening and forcibly moving backwards. She must’ve activated her quirk, which she definitely wasn’t supposed to be doing. He stared at her but couldn’t speak. The look on her face…it was true. She looked so worried but it wasn’t for him. Deku turned to her. “Kami, you didn’t have to do that.” 

She went to answer but winced instead, letting out a yelp of pain as her hand went to her temple. Her quirk released and with the feeling back in his legs, they both raced to her side. “Kami!”

“Idiot! The doctor said not to use your quirk.” Katsuki searched quickly for the call button. He watched as Deku leaned over her, hands fluttering helplessly.

“You okay, Kami?” He muttered to her. He could see the connection that they had. The unspoken sweetness. Meanwhile he just called her an idiot because he was worried. She tried to reassure him but she looked weakened for sure.

“Alright boys!” The nurse finally entered the room with the doctor behind her. “Let’s give Mrs. Bakugo some space please.” 

They both backed away to the door. Deku started to linger and Katsuki reached for him. “Come on, punk.” They went to sit in the waiting area. Katsuki’s anger all but dissipated. 

He knew he acted out. It wasn’t so much anger at their betrayal but more so the anger of not stacking up to their star crossed romance. Kami cheated and probably connected with the actual love of her life. He cheated and all he got was arguments and a pregnancy scare. Hilarious T-shirt. He saw the way they looked at each other. It wasn’t hard to be with Deku.

After a few moments of silence, he looked at him. “So, what really happened?”

Deku looked at him warily. He nearly rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Just tell me.” 

Deku sighed. “We…started spending time together. I got a taste of her…personality and before I knew it, I was getting ready to confess.” Katsuki observed the way he clenched his hands, the blush creeping over his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at him. She really did a number on him. He almost laughed. “But Kacchan, none of it would have happened if you didn’t cheat on her.” 

Then Katuski sighed. Sitting outside of the room, cooled from his worry for his wife, he could sort through how he felt. He really wasn’t mad at him. At least someone was taking care of Kami while he wasn’t. Couldn’t. He was more mad at himself. And he needed to tell the truth, wanted to, like a sinner finally ready to purge. “You know Deku, no one can prepare you for how life is gonna be. I care a whole helluva lot about Kami but someone else showed me something more. And I think that’s how you ended up seeing Kami for who she is. I’m not really happy about any of this but at least you found happiness while I was [unintentionally] trying to take it away from you.”

“What does that mean?”

Katsuki looked at Deku then. “The person I had the affair with? Was Ochaco, your Ochaco.” 

Deku sat stunned for a moment as he absorbed the news. He couldn’t tell if he was shocked or not but he waited. He knew they needed to talk, too. They were still friends after all and hopefully he’d forgive him for what he’d done. He didn’t expect him not to but he didn’t blame him if he didn’t want to. 

Movement caught his eye and they looked up and saw Ochaco coming towards them both. “Speak of the devil,” he mumbled. They’d have to talk another time. He actually looked forward to it somehow. Maybe just knowing he could be honest finally helped lift the weight of his shoulders. 

He watched Ochaco as she moved, her hips swaying, hugged by her light wash jeans. She was so casual in her plain t-shirt and sneakers but she looked good like always. His chest tightened.  Deku turned to his friend while she was still out of earshot. “If you care about her, take care of her,” was all he said before rising from his seat and opening his arms just as she reached them. 

“Hey, ‘Zuku,” She sounded out of breath. When they pulled away from each other, she finally looked up at Katsuki. “Hey, Bakugo.” He resisted the urge to fold in on himself at the sound of his surname. Looking her over, he wondered what was going through her mind. Was she having a reaction to him the same way he was? Would she hear him out? What would she do when she found out the truth? What were they all going to do? “I’m sorry about all this. How is she?” She continued, looking between the two of them. 

“Oh she’s awake now,” Deku answered with a weak smile.

“Oh good!” She put a hand to her chest in a show of relief. “So why are you both out here?” 

The men shared a look and Katsuki cleared his throat. Before he could speak, the same nurse came out of Kami’s room to speak. “Mr. Bakugo? Kaminaga is calmer now, but only one person at a time to see her.” She sent a stern look around the small crowd of three. 

There was a moment of silence where they all shared looks. Deku gave him a subtle rise of  his brows before Katsuki spoke again. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it while I…tend to my wife.” He sounded stilted and unsure. He frowned and disappeared into the hospital room.

[bluebellhairpin]

Bakugo is Ash from Fantastic Mr Fox coded.

[bluerosety-blog]

Lol the "sure sure" 🤣 But the Spanish version is even better, they put it quotations jajaja I can't! "Amigo de la infancia"! 🤣🤭

Lol this doesn't help my "they have a height difference" agenda~😌🤭 I know Kacchan wants to hold Izuku's hand. 😏

[macbcth]

fuck am i really about to write bnha fanfic for my creative writing final- i have SUCH A GOOD IDEA THOUGH!!!!!!

[cathnospam]

Your best friend Bakugo has a very interesting habit of laying FACE DOWN between your thighs when he comes over.

It’s not often he comes to your dorm since he’s been so busy lately, but when he can, he either takes you away from UA or lock your door and spend the evening there with you if he’s not in the mood with anybody else. Which you don’t mind, next to Kiri and Deku you’re his closest friend. #1 closest female friend he ever had . Probably for as long as you both became self aware.

And when you both do the second option to stay in your room he goes to use your shower, comes out with nothing but his dog tag you got him and black sweats. You’re usually laying on your back reading something on tumblr or playing on your switch when you feel the weight of your best friend spread your legs and comfortably lay between your thighs.

The only slight problem is that once he is completely out of it he shift his head a lot and he lands face first in your crotch.

It’s not THAT BAD, you’re not technically feeling anything seeing as your body is not extremely sensitive to touch, but his forehead on your pelvis, but you’ve looked up at your full length mirror to see how he sleeps on you and if anybody walked in…

well…

it would look like he’s eating rather than sleeping.

You clearly don’t hate it nor complain, you just don’t remember when he ever became this touchy.

Once you started to fall asleep your hands landed in his hair, fingers twitching causing a small scratch to his scalp. He’d wake up before you, a small string of spit on your inner thigh he wipes off and that’s what stirs you awake.

“My bad.” The rasp in his voice makes you blink yourself awake, holding your upper half on your elbows, “We been sleep for 5 hours? the hell.” He got up from his position to stretch and grabbed a water from your fridge.

“Well you seemed exhausted…and comfortable. Didn’t wanna wake ya.”

Your tone made him turn his head at you and glare, “The hell that’s supposed to mean.”

“Nothing,” You already knew this was going to turn into a bickering fiasco, so you debated for a moment if you should indulge him or not,

and you did.

“You just needa start sleeping on your back and not your stomach.”

“Don’t tell me how to sleep.”

“Well if i’m going to be your personal pillow I just want you to know about how badly you sleep on me if someone were to walk in on us.”

“What?!”

You reach out and take his hand, he stares at it before your grab it to pull him down and readjust him to the same position he was when sleeping, but turned his head to face the mirror, “Ya see.”

“I—“

It’s like you could feel his cheek warm up, his hands definitely started to sweat as they gripped your leg, his face was a mix of anger and embarrassment, you wasn’t sure if this was something he may unfriend you for actually.

“Well why didn’t you say anything!?…Pervert.”

“PER-PER-PERVERT?!”

“YES PERVERT?”

“I didn’t wanna annoy you while you slept last time i did you fucking popped me with an explosion! ….And my thighs are soft and smooth I don’t need no bruisers and scars on ‘em!”

“Oh for fucks sake.” Bakugo groans in annoyance to get up and grabs his bag, but he honestly didn’t want to leave, but he’s bakugo of course he’s going to be dramatic, “Just say you liked it and get over it.”

“You liked it too?! I’m not mad or anything you can use me all you want, ‘Suki.”

“Oh don’t make it fucking weird, y/n.”

He did though. He kept sleeping between your thighs because whether he admits it or not you’re the best sleep he’s ever had.

Just this time he sleeps on his back.

[yukioos]

when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at kyoka’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post