#temporary fem!bakugou

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Hook Up (re-post+re-write)

Somebody hooked up in the boys' bathroom and the evidence is left behind on the common room’s table.

“Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

The og post is here on my ao3! suggestive material. afab+fem reader

It rocked the entire Class 1A dormitory, showing up out of nowhere like a thief in the night. The only hint left behind alongside the evidence was a small note from the cleaning company UA hired to maintain the dorms weekly. Folded neatly and placed delicately smack dab on the middle of the table in the living room, was an equally neat, and delicate thong.

By the time the majority of class 1A had woken up, the garment had been poked, prodded, and flung like a frisbee by all those who had the misfortune of curiously picking it up. It was all for nought though. Those who were brave enough to play investigator were only left with more questions than answers after realizing just what the mysterious material was.

Ojiro who was currently closest to it, having sat down to watch the morning news, was struggling in vain to keep his eyes on the TV. Even Tokoyami who had his lustrous feathers to cover up his blushed cheeks fidgeted as he listened to the forecast.

Seconds ticked by like hours.

They’d both rather sit in awkward silence and act like it wasn’t there. Nobody dared to be the fool who would bring attention to it.

That fool's name was Denki Kaminari.

“Gooood morning, future heros! And just what are we watching today on televi- holy shit!”

Most of the dorm’s inhabitants paid no mind to the electric quirk user, already having become accustomed to his sporadic yelling about this and that topic. Kaminari, however, was quite literally short circuiting where he stood. “Is that a th-th-th-”

“Thong!?” Midoriya slapped both of his hands over his mouth. After turning the corner, he got the shock of his life from seeing the talk of the morning hanging off the side of the table.

The usually meek male’s outburst caused more than one head to turn, until eventually almost the entire class was crowded around Midoriya, and more importantly- the table.

Mumbles were exchanged amongst the cluster. It was hot on everyone’s mind, wondering just who it belonged to. Some students shrugged while others blushed. There were even the few who slipped away, not wanting to bother themselves with the drama.

“Oi! Stop crowding the fucking TV, you extras. What’s everybody standing around for, huh?” Bakugou shoved his way to the center, his irritation only skyrocketing when his question went unanswered. It was rhetorical, of course, but how dare they ignore him! Just what was so important that they couldn’t be bothered to even give him a reaction?

“Um, Kacchan?”

‘No. Anybody but him,’ Bakugou internally moped. ‘He’s not the damn attention I was looking for.’

Bakugou’s eyes did a quick glance of the room before locking on your form in the kitchen with laser-like accuracy. Seeing you provided the hot head with a temporary reprieve, your melodic giggling successfully fending off his incoming headache.

He almost smiled to himself at how cute you looked in your apron but it was quickly slapped off after hearing Midoriya’s attempt to answer his initial question.

“There’s, uh…” Midoriya glanced around for help, but nobody was taking the bait. His green orbs darted all over the room before focusing on the pair of underwear. He swore it felt like it had eyes and was staring back at him.

Bakugou, as always, quickly caught on and let out a harsh bark of irritated laughter.

“Hah! So, that’s what’s got everyone with a stick up their asses? Well, I’ll tell ya this much, whoever’s it is must really be looking for an ass beating. I sit on this couch!” He eyed the sofa with disgust.

“It came from the bathroom actually.”

Several pairs of eyes turned towards the redhead in shock after hearing his confession.

“Kirishima? I didn’t know you had it in you, buddy!” Sero wrapped an arm around his now stuttering friend’s shoulder and ushered him towards the table. Even if it wasn’t Kirishima’s, he didn’t mind his friend taking the blame. Anything to get the underwear out of sight already.

Being under the heat of everyone’s gaze, Kirishima quickly put his hands up in surrender, eyes bugging out.

“What? N-No! It wasn’t me, man!” He held up a single cardstock as if it were made of glass, hoping the paper would prove his supposed innocence. “I mean, that’s just what the note says!”

“Ahem! ‘Found this in the boy’s bathroom when we were cleaning and laundered it for you! Enjoy~ Yamamoto's Cleaning Company.’” Kaminari read aloud to the room before he scoffed and flung the card onto the table. “Yeah, they did enjoy themself, I’m sure.” He eyed his friend wearily and Kirishima waved him off.

“Hey, it wasn’t me, guys. I don’t wear things like that anyways.”

“...We all have our preferences.”

It was just a low mumble, but those who had heard it turned to Sero. “I-I just meant that some guys prefer wearing that type of thing! I didn’t mean it was mine! Besides, that can’t even fit me!” Sero backed up slowly as if he had committed a crime and Bakugou smirked wickedly.

“I bet we can make it fit you!” The blond snatched the thong and charged towards Sero. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that his brain registered just how soft the lace was. “Argh!” Bakugou suddenly dropped the thong on the floor as if it were made of fire.

The room silenced itself as everyone stared at Bakugou. He looked down at his own hand incredulously. He couldn’t believe his own appendage just betrayed him like that. Purposely using his innocent hand to rub his reddening cheek roughly, he protested. “Hey, don’t you fuckers look at me like that. Just because I touched it doesn’t mean I know whose it is.”

“How do we know it’s not yours?” Kaminari grinned, turning the tables and successfully diverting everyone’s attention.

“It’s fucking not, okay?! That frilly shit ain’t mine. In fact,” He turned around towards the kitchen. “Oi! You extras gonna spend all day over there? Your cover’s been blown so might as well own up to this shit!”

The group looked over, uninterested, and turned back to their own conversations. “Hey!” Bakugou screeched, the vein in his forehead throbbing with irritation. “Don’t fucking ignore me! I’m talking to you shitheads!”

You glanced over your shoulder at the guys in the living room section of the common area and commented off handedly,

“We’re not interested in your dick measuring contest. Go away.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped and before he could go over and give you a piece of his mind, Mina threw an arm over your shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yeah! We’re trying to make banana bread over here and you’re totally distracting us. Go find someone else to yell at!” You two joined Uraraka where she was dicing up the fruit and Bakugou growled. He’d been brushed off one too many times today.

“If one of you extra bitches don’t come here and move your fucking thong from the table, I’m going to blow it the fuck up!”

That certainly did the trick.

Turning in unison, there were varying looks of horror stretched across each of their faces. Yours included.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Now, hurry it up.”

Banana bread long forgotten, the crowd around the table grew larger as the fairer half of the class joined in.

“So, which one of you lovely ladies are a fan of lace?” Denki smirked and pointed at the floor where Bakugou had ever so gracefully dropped the item.

It was almost amusing how their eyes collectively widened in recognition, everyone’s gazes sticking to the floor like glue, lest one of them look up and give away whose it was. It was like watching an organized crime.

“We’re waiting,” Denki singsonged teasingly.

“Whatever! You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.” Toru’s shirt wrinkled from where she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah! How do we know it’s not one of yours?” Mina piped in.

Bakugou’s face flushed as he remembered the feeling of the soft material in his hands, and for once, he opted to keep his mouth shut.

“W-Well, it doesn’t fit us, and none of us have claimed it as our own. So, logically it has to be one of yours. Not that we’re blaming you! It’s just... we would appreciate it if you moved it from the common room. Oh! I’m not saying it’s ugly! It’s actually, uh, very nice! W-Wait! What I meant is-”

“What Midoriya is trying to say is, although it is a very attractive garment, it is highly inappropriate to have laying around casually in a shared environment. These matters should be kept private!” Iida firmly concluded his speech with a chop, though his pink cheeks and ears gave away just how flustered he was.

“How do you know it wouldn’t fit you though?” Tsuyu thought out loud with a bulbous finger to her chin.

Everyone blinked and looked around. Her words infiltrated their minds and caused everyone to look at each other suspiciously. The tall male who had been standing in the corner and silently watching the whole debacle stepped forward with an annoyed face.

Todoroki bent down to pick up the garment delicately, causing a few gasps. His deft fingers swiftly unraveled it, paying no mind to the chattering around him. It was glaringly obvious that it was not his size after he pinned the material against his own hips. Waiting a few moments to let it sink in for everyone, he sighed heavily before placing it back on the table.

“It doesn’t belong to me. Don’t waste my time on things like this,” he deadpanned and walked off without a hitch.

Everyone stared at his back until he disappeared from view, his bold actions replaying over and over again in their heads.

Kaminari snorted and broke the silence.

“Well, his hips certainly don’t lie!”

A collective groan resonated through the room at his quip but Bakugou ignored it. They weren’t getting any closer to solving the root of the problem and it was eating away at him big time.

“Well, if you girls are gonna be a wuss then too bad,” Bakugou all but growled out. “Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

...Was the deal that had been made a week ago, but there was still no luck. The common room was almost always populated by either a random gaggle of friends or even lone riders. No doubt, that was one of the reasons the rightful owner probably hesitated in trying to anonymously retrieve their undergarment. Even after a fortnight, the launderers had once again washed and replaced the thong on the table, clearly not willing to take part in whatever weird hijinks were happening in the dorms.

Having made a home of the communal table for longer than a celebrity marriage, the garment almost seemed like a decoration. Still, nobody would dare put the remote too close or openly stare at it, lest any accusations befall them.

By now, the shock value had dissipated and most turned a blind eye, save for one man.

“I wonder if whoever owns that thing had to go commando because they were missing it,” Kaminari mused with a hand on his chin. Sero snorted. Leave it to Kaminari to approach the subject in the most obscure way possible.

“You idiot. Obviously, they would have more than one pair of underwear. Stop being weird,” Sero chided him, though he failed to mention that the exact thought had run across his mind before as well. Kaminari waved him off and turned towards Mina who was seated on an adjacent couch while typing on her phone.

“Hey, Mina! Do you know whose it is?” Denki wiggled his eyebrows playfully and Kirishima slapped the blonde’s shoulder lightly for asking such a question.

“Dude! You can’t just ask her that. You’ll make her uncomf-”

“Yep.”

The boys turned to look at her and she shrugged, “I’m not telling whose it is, but all of the girls know who it belongs to... and the story behind it.”

“The… story?” Kirishima mimicked her dramatic pause hesitantly, not knowing if he should take it any further. Mina unashamedly giggled, a wicked joy taking over her at how they all subconsciously leaned closer with red faces.

“Well, duh! You don’t think it just grew legs and crawled into the Men’s bathroom on it’s own, do ya? The owner of this pretty, little thing,” she stretched her legs that were perched on the table to nudge it with a sock covered toe, “was engaging in some… after practice, practice with somebody and forgot to pick it up on her way out.”

“‘After practice, practice?’” Sero was thoroughly perplexed. Kirishima stayed quiet but his brow furrowed in confusion.

“She means shower sex, you idiots!” Toru groaned from behind them and got up from the couch to leave. The remaining group blushed and Denki cleared his throat nervously.

Does he dare ask?

“Do you, uh, do you know who the guy she was with is?”

Mina smirked wider.

“You betcha.”

Over the next week, the thong was like a washed up pop star, it’s infamy resurfacing after the newest batch of rumors. News had eventually spread of just why the thong was found in the bathroom, and now nobody could look at it without blushing at the implications. Still, a few brave souls were seated in the common room tensely, trying desperately to keep their gazes on the TV screen. A sudden click from behind let them know that they would be having company. Uraraka glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Heyo, Mr. Aizawa!” She greeted him with a wave before she turned back around to continue watching the movie.

Wait. Everyone froze in synchronization so perfectly that they probably could’ve formed an Olympic swim team- and won gold.

“Mr. Aizawa?!”

Looking between the scraggly man, and the thong on the table, the group of adults panicked.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya chuckled nervously and glanced over his own shoulder. Kirishima quickly evacuated his seat and was now lounging on the table in order to block their teacher's direct line of sight from the enemy.

Midoriya scratched his cheek and laughed nervously. “Haha, you usually only come here once a month to make sure all of our appliances are working p-properly! What are you doing here?!”

Aizawa deadpanned and walked closer to where they were.

“I came here as I usually do once a month to make sure all of your appliances are working properly.”

His flat sarcasm made Midoriya wince. So, that certainly didn’t buy them any time. Momo bit her lip in thought, eyes sweeping the room for a life line. Eventually she landed on the kitchen and jumped out of her seat.

“Mr. Aizawa! As you are a guest here, please, allow me to make you a cup of tea!” She placed a hand on his back and turned to steer him towards the kitchen.

“Yeah! Yaomomo makes the best tea, Sir. Heh, you should really try it!” Uraraka joined her friend in guiding their teacher to the kitchen and glanced behind at the guys. Both ladies turned slightly, frantically motioning with their hands and mouthing ‘hide it!’

It was a battle of willpower between Midoriya, Kirishima, Bakugou and Todoroki. They glanced between themselves, all looking at the others as if to say, ‘I’m not doing it, you do it!’

“That’s very nice, ladies, but I don’t have time for tea,” Aizawa started walking back towards the table with such conviction that even Bakugou felt his heart drop.

“Hurry the fuck up before Aizawa sees it, shitheads!’ Bakugou said as quietly as he could. Which wasn’t very quiet at all.

“Sees what?” Their professor walked closer, suspecting something now.

They were so dead.

Being the one closest to it, Kirishima quickly snatched the thong up. He looked down to the left, and down to the right. Ah, dammit! Why didn’t his pants have any pockets?! A lightbulb flashed over his head and he stuffed it under the waistband of his sweatpants with break-neck speed, proud of his own quick thinking. A second later, he seemed to realize what he just did, making his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Before he could take it out and hide it somewhere else, their teacher rounded the corner of the sofa and stared down the four men harshly. There was a shuffling of feet and when they turned, they could see Uraraka and Momo giggling and running upstairs, leaving them to deal with this alone. So much for class solidarity!

“What’s going on here.” Rather than a question, it was a dry statement that got no answer. Aizawa sighed and looked around.

Bakugou was leering ferociously at the television. Normal. Midoriya nervously vibrated like a broken Tracfone while staring into space. Normal. Todoroki was watching him head on with that blank look on his face. Normal.

The scene looked so mundane, but there was a rosy tint sweeping their faces that made Aizawa raise an eyebrow. He did one more glance around and stopped at the red haired man sitting in the middle of the couch. “Kirishima. What are you doing?”

“Yip!” Kirishima jolted upon hearing his name. His legs were stretched straight so that his heels were firmly resting on top of the table, but it didn’t help ground him at all. If the sweat pooling his forehead didn’t make it obvious, his posture certainly did. A steel rod couldn’t compare to how stiff his back was, and trembling hands cupped his crotch shakily. Clearly, he was up to something. “Uh, nothing, sir!”

“Let me see your hands,” his professor asked, thinking there would be something the man was hiding in his palms. He didn’t put it past his students to try sneaking prohibited items into the dorms. So long as it wasn’t a weapon, he didn't care quite frankly. Still, the atmosphere in the room left a lot to be desired, so he pushed forward with his investigation. Kirishima shakily moved his hands and Aizawa stiffened. “...What is that?”

They all trailed their eyes to awkwardly stare at Kirishima’s lap.

There was a slight bulge in his pants from where the garment had balled up, but the size and shape was almost a criminal offence. Aizawa wasn’t one to pry, but it was obvious that there was something hiding in his pants.

The room was quiet until Todoroki broke it, lifeless as usual.

“Oh. I think that’s just his quirk, Sir.”

Aizawa slapped a hand over his eyes and sighed.

“Never in my life thought I would ask this, but...What are you hiding in your pants, Kirishima?”

Midoriya discreetly rolled his quivering lips into his mouth, but Bakugou wasn’t as considerate with his loud snort. Kirishima shot Bakugou a dirty look before shaking his head.

“Uh, it’s n-nothing!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr. Aithawa,” Kirishima bit his tongue by accident from how nervous he was.

Aizawa sighed heavily and walked away, letting them breathe a collective sigh of relief.

“Midoriya.”

Oh, no.

They all turned around and saw their professor had moved to stand directly behind the dark haired male.

Oh, no.

“What is Kirishima hiding in his pants?”

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Talk about strategy, he went straight for their weakest link! Bakugou discreetly shook his head at his childhood enemy, and made a slitting motion over his throat.

“I’m not going to ask again, Midoriya,” Aizawa stared at him sternly.

“Eep! He’s hiding a size __, black, lace thong in his pants, Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya slapped a hand over his mouth, and everyone’s eyes widened. Aizawa from not expecting it, and the others from the amount of detail he just went into.

The world shook under the weight of Aizawa’s sigh. He headed straight for the exit of the dorms, not even bothering to check their appliances. The entire way there, he mumbled something along the lines of, ‘be a teacher Mic said…’

Four sets of eyes followed him to the exit, and only when they were sure that the coast was clear did Kirishima quickly pull the garment out of his pants. Throwing it on the table carelessly, his entire face rivaled his hair from how warm the thong got whilst inside his clothing. His entire body was practically an anchor by now, sinking under the stress he had just been put through, making him melt into the couch.

“No fucking way,” Bakugou said rashly. He chuckled lowly and pressed the heels of his palms over his eyes, his grating laughter only growing in volume. Kirishima used whatever energy he had left to glance over at the uncharacteristic display while Midoriya and Tododroki stared openly at the ticking time bomb.

Surprisingly enough, Bakugou wiped a few humorous tears from his eyes and got up while pointing a finger towards his classmate. “Is that your quirk too?”

Bakugou snorted one last time and walked off to go upstairs while the three remaining men followed where he had just pointed.

“Oh!” Kirishima blushed wildly, Midoriya squeaked, and Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the firm lump that had started to form where the hidden thong had been just seconds ago, the outline too pronounced and smooth to be considered a part of his quirk.

“I’m beat, guys. You finish watching the rest without me,” Sero got up and stretched out his lazy limbs before stumbling off in the direction of the elevator.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head in too now,” Kaminari faked a yawn before darting after Sero, yelling over his shoulder, “have fun cleaning up!”

“Wha- guys!” Kirishima turned to stop them, but the room had already cleared out. The mess of empty cans and wappers littering the floor was definitely more than a one man job. Hell, they even left behind the empty pizza boxes! Kirishima groaned and took off the TV. Better start now if he wanted to finish anytime before dawn.

Luckily, it didn’t take too long before the living room was passable for habitation. Spotting one last empty candy wrapper poking out from underneath the table, Kirishima dropped to his knees to retrieve it. He was only an inch away when soft whispers slithered into his ears. He’d seen one horror movie too many during their weekend marathon and was ready to assemble the entire 1-A to do some Ghostbusting when he caught on to just what was being whispered.

“Go get it already. I heard them take the elevator up,” a low voice commanded.

“Me?! Why do I have to get it?!”

Kirishima froze as he recognized your voice. He blushed lightly when he thought of the new blouse you donned earlier, but quickly waved the mental image away. He needed to focus!

“Because it’s yours,” your male counterpart reasoned.

Kirishima tilted his head in confusion, his freshly washed hair almost serving as a mop for the dust bunnies on the ground. With a quiet gasp, he quickly pieced together what the two of you were talking about and gulped. Glancing up at where the thong was on the table, he panicked. You were coming to get it now?! He couldn’t let you two see him! That would be way too embarrassing!

As quietly as he could, Kirishima shuffled to lay on the floor and slid himself under the table.

The footsteps got closer and it made your voice all the more distinct to his red ears.

“I don’t care if it’s mine, you’re the one who put it in your pocket! You should have been more careful to not drop it!”

“Well, excuse me. I was busy trying to balance you against the wall while trying not to slip. I would never forgive myself if I dropped you,” The last part was mumbled quieter than the rest and Kirishima’s eyes widened before he heard a quiet ‘aw.’ Soft and wet sounds of lip meeting lip echoed in the now empty room and Kirishima swore he would join in with that symphony of noises soon if his pounding heart didn’t pipe down. Luckily, after a few moans and sighs, the kissing ceased.

“You’re still not off the hook. Go get it for me.” There was a pause and Kirishima could only assume whoever was with you was rolling their eyes before he heard a loud slap.

Kirishima gasped quietly. Right as his knee bent to push himself up so that he could give a piece of his mind to whoever just dared lay a hand on you, he heard a needy moan that had him literally drop dead to the floor.

“Stop acting like such a brat,” the deep voice was muffled and Kirishima willed his breaths to quiet down when you whined in response.

“Mmm, but please go get it? Can you do that for me, baby?”

There was another spank, though significantly softer this time, and a sigh.

“Fine.”

The footfalls approaching the table pounded like a drum in Kirishima’s well trained ears despite it actually being as light as a feather. Whoever was coming to retrieve the thong could be an assassin with how light their steps were! Wait- This wasn’t the time for that! Judging by the sound of the spanking earlier, he definitely did not want to get caught either. Bringing his knees to his chest, Kirishima cursed softly when his clothes made a swiping noise from brushing the bottom of the table.

The figure walking towards Kirishima paused momentarily, feet right in front of his face now.

The redhead wanted to peek out from under the table but he was scared of getting caught. Instead, he racked his brain to try and place where he had seen those socks before. Wears plain, white socks and walkes quieter than a mouse, huh?

He waited a few minutes in sheer anxiety after he heard the elevator go up before climbing out and dusting off his clothing.

Oh, right! The wrapper!

He bent back down to snatch up the trash and went to throw it out when he heard that same deep voice from earlier, though it was tinged with something darker now.

“Kirishima.”

Kirishima froze in place. There wouldn’t happen to be another ‘Kirishima’ in the dorm, would there? He thought the pepperoni pizza from earlier would come up from how badly his stomach churned. Still, he had to face the facts, so he turned with a nervous smile on his face.

Despite his classmate’s harsh visage, the blow was softened by the slightly twisted and rumpled night shirt he wore. No doubt his rare sloppy apparel was the result of the frisky movements he had engaged in with you just moments prior. Kirishima trailed his gaze upwards and froze at the intensity in those mismatched eyes.

“Todoroki! Hey, buddy! Come down to watch some late night television? There’s a real gnarly documentary I saved on the DVR if you wanna watch it!” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck nervously and smiled as if he hadn’t just overheard the man in front of him engage in light foreplay.

Todoroki looked down at him, arms crossed over his broad chest and thoroughly unamused. He walked closer and Kirishima couldn’t help but notice how messy his hair was, the paler half being bathed with strands of red and vice versa. Even his thin lips showed slight signs of swelling. These perverse observations were cut off by Todoroki’s stern warning.

“Not that you will ever be in another situation that warrants it, but don’t touch any of my girlfriend’s undergarments again.”

Kirishima gave him a rapid nod and Todoroki returned it before walking off. He paused at the doorway with tense shoulders, voice doing nothing to hide his anger. “Also, if you ever think of her in a way that causes you to become aroused again, we’re going to have a problem.”

Kirishima blushed deeply when he thought back to his boner on the couch.

“Heh, don’t worry about it, man! I hear you loud and clear!” Kirishima laughed bashfully and raised a cheerful fist in the air, but Todoroki had already started making his way towards the elevator. “Trust me, bro! I won’t let it happen a third time!”

Kirishima nodded resolutely to himself and went to throw away the forgotten wrapper. Only after disposing of it, did he hear a small crash followed by an incredulous voice.

“‘A third time’?!”

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Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

A/N: I just like Pacific Rim. And Bakugo. Also please excuse all errors in grammar, spelling or formatting; I have to do all this on my phone. My computer is shit when it comes to writing now apparently :/ - Nemo

Summary: In a world with monsters from the Pacific, and monsters made by man, two people try and find a way to help humanity reclaim it's world. They do it through each other's eyes. They do it through a Jaeger.

Warnings: AU-typical themes. A character in-passing has a blood nose. I wrote this with a Fem!Reader in mind, but GN pronouns are used. Not edited; we die like men (proud and ignorant).

Listening to: 'Lesson Number One' from Mulan II - "Sound and silence, dark and light. One alone is not enough, you need both together."

Masterlist || Ko-fi

You’d always been drawn to power. 

From the way you’d try to pull your fathers fingers out of their sockets when you were a toddler (apparently as you do as a toddler), to now, how you’d stare out at the open ocean as its waves crashed into the coastline (apparently as you do as someone with nothing else to do). 

But now, the oceans hold a new danger. One that no one had seen in any lifetime before yours.

You still remember when the first Kaiju attacked San Francisco. 

You’d come home from school and find your mother watching the news. The anchor still reporting about the giant creature as it rampaged across America’s east coast. It lasted almost a week. It only ended after their weapons went nuclear. Everyone thought it was a one-time thing. But it wasn’t. The monsters from the deep kept coming back. 

A year later, they hit home harder. Literally. 

The attack on the city of Sydney was what spurred humankind to find a less nuclear way of dealing with the Kaiju. One less destructive, and less damaging to the human population. 

You were in that city when it attacked. 

You saw that beast and how it destroyed everything in its wake, and for the first time in your life you weren’t drawn to its power.

You were afraid.

You remember the screaming of the people around you, and how your tears made dust stick to your cheeks. You remember losing sight of your parents in the crowds and thinking that they’d died. 

Thinking that you were going to die. 

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t think he’d ever find anyone to pilot a Jaeger with.

He was too temperamental. Too angry. Too selfish. Only two people had even come close to drifting with him.

The first was his childhood friend, Izuku, who apparently could drift with just about anyone. The second was some guy from his cadet days, Eijirou, who was friendly with everyone but admittedly could match his own stubborn nature. 

However, just because you got along didn't necessarily mean you were drift compatible. Only the people with the strongest bonds in the drift were made Jaeger Rangers. Only the duo's with the biggest chances of success were put out to fight.

You could love your mother to death and still not have a good enough drift capability with her for the PPDC to say "go out there and pilot that giant mech so you both can save the world". 

Bakugou had made the rounds trying to find a co-pilot, and both his options and patience was running thin. He only had one place left. His last chance.

The Sydney Shatterdome. 

He'd landed in the city two days ago, early and jet-lagged. Today was the day he'd venture from his temporary housing to (hopefully) a more a permanent dorm at the Shatterdome. He'd even caught wind of a new jaeger taking residence there, and much like him it had been through the ringer when it came to pilots. 

Apparently none of them had lasted very long in her cockpit. 

Slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder, he let out a throaty scoff, smirking. If anyone would pilot it, he thought, it was gonna be him. Even if he had to wrestle a co-pilot into the spot next to him.  

You'd been waiting for this guy for months. Actually it was less than two weeks, but it sure felt like an eternity. 

You'd been stuck here for too long, and as your fellow cadets graduated two months ago, you were stuck without a partner. The uneven amount of people your year didn't help, and the fact that no one ever really felt… right. 

You still graduated, obviously. The best and brightest of your whole class. You were the first person on the Marshals list to try compatibility with one Katsuki Bakugou. And boy, looking at him now you were glad that while you were first on the list, others sure had tried their hand at him before you. 

Hearing of him by word or mouth wasn't hard; a hot-blooded Ranger-to-be who literally drove any potential partner into the ground. By the bloodied nose of the engineer that passed you as you entered the combat room, he wasn't going easy on anyone. 

Beside you, you could hear the clack of wooden staffs as Bakugou crossed off another potential partner. Then a grunt and a thump, and someone letting out a loud sigh as you toes off your shoes. 

"You need to stop fighting them." You called, Bakugou’s last opponent rubbed the back of their head as they passed the staff off to you. Bakugou’s eyes landed on you, fierce and widening. 

"What?" 

"You keep fighting your partners like they're Kaiju. Not like they're your co-pilot. You need to stop fighting them." 

"Oh and why's that?" Your stare narrowed. 

"Because it's not a fight. It's supposed to fluid, not stunted like you keep making it out to be. So stop fighting and start feeling." 

His cheek twitched in either a frown or a smile, the fleeting motion gave way to a neutral expression once again. He readied his stance. 

"Fine." 

He didn't know what else to say.

You hadn't even introduced yourself and you were already telling him what to do.

Usually when people saw him, their eyes lowered, shrinking in on themselves. His permanently plastered sneer didn't help that, he knew it, and his size didn't help either. Eijirou had an intense training program while they were both training in Japan, and Bakugou was nothing if not competitive. His piled on bulk like a kid with access to too much icing for a cake.

But you hadn't let his looks or attitude bother you.

Admittedly, he liked that.

Pretending to get comfortable to catch him off guard, you made it look and feel like he should've seen it coming. He blinked and there was your staff right in front of his eyes.

"One." You said. You didn't hesitate to mark yourself one point.

He liked that too.

Bakugou found himself distracted throughout the whole session with you. Not in a bad way, not in the way that meant he failed or couldn't get marks on you like you were getting them on him. No he… he was having fun. He was enjoying himself.

Usual sparring sessions like this would end quickly. Best out of four. But not this one.

A half hour passed and 50 points landed between you both.

He stood panting. Sweat was running down his brow and throat and he so badly wanted to chug a gallon of water, but you just kept going. As if he was going to back down.

He never did.

Every time a point was marked you'd keep the game moving. Pushing through. Flowing movements. You were fluid and feeling just like you told him he needed to be, and he soon found himself mimicking you.

Brute strength wasn't quite cutting it, so it was the only way he could keep up.

Even he could feel it. They way that even though you'd both only just met you could read each other with barely speaking. He wanted to try drifting with you, and he didn't even know your name.

"You better not be this jittery in an actual Jaeger." Bakugou said.

"We're practicing for a reason. I won't be nervous in a Jaeger so don't get your panties in a twist."

"I'm not wearing panties dumbass-"

"Marshall on deck!"

Yours and Bakugou’s bickering stopped, giving way to straightened posture and an insane silence.

After your sparring session the day before, everyone involved agreed to an attempted neural handshake between the two of you. However Bakugou wasn't making himself very likeable.

You had to admit though, that he was a welcome distraction. You were a bit nervous.

The PPDC's Marshal - Toshinori Yagi - was well respected. He was the best Jaeger pilot his time had ever seen, with more kills under his belt with his jaeger All Might than anyone before him - nor anyone after. A injury out in the field left him unable to pilot, but his knowledge was kept close at hand. Why he was here, in Sydney of all places, had you standing to attention just as well as an order.

"What are you doing here?"

Of course Bakugou had to open his mouth again. Luckily the Marshal took it in his stride.

"It's not everyday we have two people with such potential. I'm here to make sure you are both exactly who we are looking for to pilot a Jaeger."

"The Jaeger they moved here a few weeks ago, she's for us?" You couldn't help the awe in your question. Not only a co-pilot, but your own Jaeger? This day could be the best of your life.

"If you both drift well enough together, yes." You smiled at the Marshal's answer.

Looking over at Bakugou, though, your joy faded. His shoulder tensed, and jaw firmly locked into place. He certainly didn't look happy.

"But we need to find that out first. Suit up. She's waiting for you."

"The Jaeger? You're putting us straight in?" Bakugou asked. The Marshal smiled.

"Where else?"

Your mind was quiet. The glimpses of memories he saw were fleeting. They were supposed to be.

Rangers do not chase the RABIT. 

Bakugou took deep breaths as he steadied himself in the drift, opening up a headspace to let you in. Like he was supposed to. Then he felt you. 

Pushing and prodding into his brain like you owned the place. He guessed at this stage you might as well have. He heard you scoff beside him, looking over to see a glint of a toothy smile under your helmet. 

"You're going to have to let me in more than that, you know." 

He sighed. Deeply. 

He tried venturing into your mind first, but you blocked him out, flinching. 

"Hey, works both ways babe. I'm only gonna let you in if you let me in."

"Guys," the LOCCENT coms crackled, "you two need to relax. The neural handshake isn't lining up very well yet. Try and focus." 

Bakugou grumbled, deciding to be the bigger person in the relationship for once. He felt how you followed his lead. He felt how his barely-there trust paid off, and how you let him in just the same. 

He felt how you let him be the right hemisphere of the Jaeger, and felt how you took control of the left. 

"That's it! You're lining up almost perfect!" 

He could feel your amusement flow through him, rippling against his chest like water at the sand of a beach.

"Don't say it." He said with gritted teeth. 

"I'm not gonna say anything," you said, your joy overwhelming him like a flood, and he found himself smiling a little too, "I certainly would never say anything about how easy that was, right Kacchan?"  

The mess hall was almost always full of people. Right now was no exception. Everyone was buzzed about the two newest Jaeger pilots, and frankly so were you.

You'd been excited since Marshal Yagi told you you would be drifting for the first time, not in a simulation, but in your possible future jaeger. You sure had every right to be now.

Having such a successful bridging on your first go was rare. You could only think that there was a reason you had never found anyone you could do this with so well until now.

You'd just fare-welled a group of engineers from your table, they were the group in charge of maintaining your Jaeger's core, and you definitely are keeping them as friends. You were hoping to finally get to your dinner, when a food tray slammed down onto the steel table beside you.

"Excalibur Blue." Bakugou announced, leaning back against the table from where he sat himself down on the bench. "She sure sounds badass."

You turned to him, taking him in.

From his undercut and ear piercing, to the slither of a tattoo peaking out from under his shirt as he crossed his biceps. He sure did look like a powerhouse. But looking closer, at the tuffs of blond hair, and his eyes which colors matched more like that of a cherry than blood, you could tell he wasn't as sharp as he looked.

The glimpse in his mind today was enough for you to believe he was softer than he let on. You liked that.

"Think our legend can match the namesake?"

You smiled as you shovelled a fork-full of mashed potato in your mouth.

"We can be better."

You didn't catch his smile as he said that you were damn right.

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This is a test to see if I can use the read more feature via mobile and to see how far I can push written smut 👀 this is already posted on my twt & ao3

Cw; age gap (Kt is 36 & Dk is 19), #ktdk , accidentally caught feelings, su//gar da//ddy!Katsuki, chubby fem!Izuku, attempt SA, height gap (Kt is 6’6 & Dk is 4’9), self doubt!,

Izuku bit her lip as she entered the very professional, very high collar office building. She totally didn’t fit in, she wore a baby pink soft jacket with a white almost see through tub top that didn’t hide any of her cleavage or her soft rolls, and only in here did she feel like her hot pink skirt might be too short or that her white heels might be too tall.

No, she thought to herself as she walked to the front desk. Kacchan said to come at lunch time. He wanted her there. She was good enough for this. For him.

Izuku gave the pretty receptionist a friendly smile, only now was she self conscious as she heard her accent, “I’m looking for Kacchan? I mean Katsuki Bakugou. He works here.”

Her stupid accent made her sound like everything she said was a question! She hated it, hated how childish she felt. But she was a child compared to this beautiful woman who smiled back at her. That woman had to think that this was a mistake!

“Please give me a minute, I’ll see if he’s in,” The woman said turning and picking up the phone at her desk.

He’s here! I know he is! He literally just texted me! Izuku wanted to say but she held onto her small puffy white purse that hung over her shoulder and nodded. She glanced around, she’d felt stares...

As soon as she glanced around people looked away. She had gotten used to looks, but it still made her anxious...Izuku had...she brought it on herself, she wanted to be a sugar baby and she knew it would draw stares and unwanted attention. She was used to some of it but not all of it.

“Oh! Okay, I’ll send her up,” Izuku heard the receptionist say, making her look back at the woman. She hung up the phone, and even with her cool and schooled features Izuku could see the doubt or was it something else in her gaze?

“Bakugou-san is on floor 15, you’ll go to the first desk and ask for him there,” She instructed as she handed Izuku a temporary badge. Izuku didn’t miss the odd look the woman gave at seeing her long manicured nails. Izuku nodded and thanked the woman before heading to the elevator.

Izuku sighed to herself as she swiped the badge against the scanner that operated the elevator. She only took a breath of relief as the elevator closed and hid her from the prying eyes.

‘I’m heading up daddy! The receptionist lady was really pretty ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ~♡︎ ‘

Izuku sent as she waited in the elevator. She smiled to herself as she saw the check mark notifying that he read it though he didn’t text back. He didn’t really like texting but he humored her and would read her messages whenever she sent them.

Izuku swallowed nervously as the elevator stopped before her floor and two men stepped in. She moved further back but it wasn’t like she could hide as their gazes travelled her body.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” The one man asked as he didn’t hesitate to get closer as the door closed.

“Are you coming to keep someone company? Why don’t you forget them and come with us instead?” The other man said as he cornered Izuku from the other side.

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong idea,” Izuku crossed her arms as if that would hide her body.

“Nah, I think we got the right one,” the first laughed as he made a lewd gesture, “Come on. We will keep you more than happy, huh?”

“I bet you were hired by one of the stuffy old creeps. We’re young, we have to be better looking than,” the other started as he grabbed at Izuku’s wrist, she jerked away and that annoyed him. “Stop fighting! You clearly wanted something like this to happen, you’re dressed like that!”

“Stop! Please! I don’t want this!” Izuku yelled just as the elevator doors opened on her floor. Izuku was beyond happy to find someone on the other side! It was a woman with blond messy double buns who’s smile soured the moment she saw what was happening.

“Ah-hem,” She said loudly startling the two men. “I suggest you two letting go of miss Bakugou if you don’t want to be disposed of.”

“B-Bakugou?” The one that wasn’t touching Izuku stammered. He tapped his knuckles against the other man’s bicep as he paled. “Dude let go, we really don’t want to get on his bad side.”

The second man was braver, or dumber Izuku wasn’t sure. He gripped her wrist tighter.

“That’s a shitty bluff! Everyone knows Bakugou has no interest in things like her,” the second man sneered rudely. The way he referred to Izuku as a thing rather than a person made her stomach sour. The blond woman didn’t say anything just closed the space and her knuckles met the man’s nose.

Izuku let out a squeak of a yell as she heard the sickening crunch of the man’s nose breaking, his face twist and blood splattering across her shirt and jacket. The moment the man’s grip loosened Izuku darted out past Toga-san!

Even though Izuku couldn’t see Himiko’s face she knew the older woman was giving a deadly glare by the way the two men pressed against the far wall, the one holding his bloody nose in his hands.

“Understand you are no longer employed here. I suggest you collect your belongings and exit before I send a guard to force you out,” Himiko’s voice was terrifyingly cold. She spun and headed towards Izuku, carefully sliding an arm around the much smaller woman. Only in her heels was Izuku almost eye level with the older woman. Izuku was shaking as Himiko led Izuku through the floor and towards Katsuki’s office.

If Izuku wasn’t so scared she would have appreciated how her lover looked behind the desk, wearing that dark crimson red suit that made his ruby eyes glint like real gemstones. The moment he saw Izuku and the fact that blood was splattered across her front he stood up and stormed towards them. Himiko pulled her arm away and stepped back to let Katsuki take the small fragile woman into his own embrace.

“What happened?” Katsuki’s voice boomed.

“A lackey thought he was allowed to touch Izuku. I told him to let go and he didn’t so I did exactly what you’d want me to,” Himiko said evenly. “I already fired him but I can retrieve his information if you want to further punish him?”

“Do that, run to the store and get Izuku a new outfit,” Katsuki said as he pulled back and surveyed the woman in front of him. His features darkening with unspoken rage boiling inside of him. His tone softened as he tilted her head up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve greeted you in the lobby.”

Izuku shook her head as tears rolled down her pink cheeks. “I-I...should’ve worn something classier here! I look-“

“Beautiful. You look fucking beautiful Izuku,” Katsuki cut her off sharply as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, his hands moving down to hold her hips. His words were hot on her neck as he spoke sweetly, “I was careless and let you travel by yourself. I should have known my beautiful emerald would draw ugly attention.”

Izuku swallowed, her heart racing for a whole different reason than fear as the older man’s words warmed her from the inside. “Kacchan.”

“I couldn’t help but want to see you,” Katsuki’s lips were at the crook of her neck and shoulder, his hands only moving away from her hips as to pull the blood stained jacket off her. He leaned back and licked his lips, he could see the rosy pink bra that barely contained her soft breasts through that thin shirt.

“Kacchan, don’t stare,” Izuku softly whined as she went to move her arms up to cover herself.

Izuku knew she was silly for being self conscious, especially in front of Katsuki who loved and adored her for both her personality and her body. He had been the one to seek her out through so many sugar babies in the whole city.

He grasped hold of her wrists, unlike the way the other man had this felt good. “You look so fucking beautiful, princess,” Katsuki cooed softly, the use of her nickname made her heart pound in her chest and warmth spread through her core. “Is it okay, if we do it here?”

Izuku flushed and fought the urge to look away, knowing her sugar daddy would only tease her body until she knew her lesson once more. “Yes, daddy. It’s okay.”

He smiled as he leaned in and reached back tearing the flimsy shirt easily down the seem. Izuku would pout later but knew the shirt was ruined with the man’s blood regardless. Those warm hands splayed and easily covered most of her back, and it sent desire straight to her cunt the way his hands touched her. Katsuki pulled away, holding her pretty bra in one of his hands so she stood there completely bare chested.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful,” He cooed softly as he set the bra down on his desk, leaning against it as he crooked a finger to motion her to him.

“You think so?” Izuku asked shyly as she moved towards him. Those huge hands catching hold of her breast, even they weren’t big enough to hold all of her.

“I know so,” Katsuki answered, softly rubbing them. It was obvious he loved her chest, he was the reason her nipples were so sensitive that just brushing them with his thumbs made her moan sweetly.

Without being asked, slowly Izuku moved down, staying stable on her high heels she met his gaze as she unzipped his slacks.

“This is the real reason you couldn’t wait till after work to see me, isn’t it?” She teased as she pulled his hard cock out of his pants. Those long delicate fingers wrapping around, purposely letting her nails tease along his cock as she stroked it lovingly. She wondered if the pretty receptionist would think about getting longer nails if she knew that her boss liked them.

“Mm,” Katsuki let out a low growl, a delicious sound that made it hard for Izuku not to ruin her pretty thong. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately you rode my cock this morning as I dropped you off at your uni.”

Izuku chuckled softly as she softly kissed the tip of his cock, so red and angry, it was so cute! “I couldn’t help it, you woke me up with that mouth of yours!”

Katsuki probably was about to say something back but he couldn’t form any words as her mouth opened and his cock slid into her silky soft mouth.

“Fuck,” he managed out breathlessly as the young woman swallowed his cock all the way down to the base. She still held his cock, only now with her index finger and thumb, though it didn’t wrap completely around it would keep her drool from staining his dark pants.

Izuku loved the feeling of her lover’s thick cock filling her throat. Her gaze catching his as she moved her head, slurping and sucking his cock, twirling her tongue along the veins that ran through his cock. Her mouth was delightfully sinful.

“You’re doing so good,” Katsuki praised as he reached down and pulled her hair free from the ponytail she had finger brushed it into this morning. Those green curls falling and framing her beautiful face making her the image of true beauty in his eyes.

Katsuki watched the woman’s breasts bounce as she moved feverishly, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest thing in the world. He twisted his fingers into those soft curls though he didn’t dictate her speed he still tugged it like she mentioned she liked. The soft moan that vibrated around his cock was definitely an indication that she enjoyed it.

“I’m going to cum, baby, if you keep sucking me like that,” Katsuki groaned, his breath coming shorter as his climax neared. Fuck he never lasted long when she sucked his cock like her life depended on it.

Izuku slurped his cock before letting it pop out of her mouth, she dragged her hand up and down his cock with her nails teasing him. “Cum for me Kacchan,” Izuku moaned as she slid her other arm down below her chest and made them look perkier. “Cover my titties in your hot cum, daddy~” she cooed lewdly, so unlike the sweet and innocent way she normally talked.

A soft moan escaped her pretty pink lips as hot sticky cum splattered across her chest and mouth in thick ropes. He made quite the mess of her chest and his cock still had the audacity to stay hard under her teasing nails.

Katauki pulled Izuku up and didn’t hesitate to lay her across his desk, pushing her skirt up and tugging her thin sparkly pink thong to the side so he could push his cock deep inside of her wet pussy.

“Ah! Kacchan! So big!” Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s cock buried itself inside of her. Her hands moved to her lower stomach, smiling up at Katsuki, “your cock is so deep inside me!”

Katsuki chuckled as he trailed his hands along her legs that framed his hips.

“You love when I’m deep in you, hm?” He teased as he rocked his hips fast, those ruby eyes watching the way her soft body bounced with his thrusts. He fucking loved the way her body moved as he fucked her.

“I do! I love when Kacchan fucks me deep! Ah! And so hard!” Izuku moaned, Katsuki’s cock was Izuku’s biggest weakness. Or was it his mouth that could make her weak in the knees without even touching her. “Please Kacchan! Ah! Don’t stop!”

He pulled one of her legs up so he could kiss her ankle, Katsuki loved when she wore her heels that still didn’t make her tall enough to even kiss him on her own.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Katsuki’s words came out hard and heavy as he fucked into her rougher, making her squeal with unbridled pleasure. Katsuki took both her ankles and spread her legs further apart, splitting the woman open as he couldn’t hide his hunger for his lover.

Their relationship had started solely for sex and company. They had agreed on an allowance, he’d even given her a platinum credit card, a shiny pink phone and a key to his home for her to come whenever she wanted or he’d call her there. Izuku didn’t expect anything more, she hadn’t wanted anything more at the time but it had come so naturally. The love and desire, the passion and the sweet tenderness. It all came so naturally that Izuku nor Katsuki had noticed it until Izuku practically lived in his home, that he would take her to uni before he headed to work.

They hadn’t realized they’d fallen in love until Katsuki got jealous when he went to pick her up and some young man was talking to her so casually! Katsuki didn’t realize what he was even doing as he walked onto campus and up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and grasping her wrist, pulling it out of that violet haired man’s grasp.

The anger and venom spilling from his mouth as he practically snarled at the student to not touch his woman. Izuku had flushed such a pretty red, her eyes growing wide and wonderful before she stammered a ‘that’s my cousin?’

Katsuki had never felt so embarrassed, had never heard someone laugh so hard or had ever been so sweetly consoled by a lover. It was something they never forgot, it was the turning point in their relationship.

Katsuki swallowed hard as he released her legs as he was getting close to cumming again. He reached down and pulled Izuku up, Izuku slid her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for him. Izuku was perfect. Izuku was his.

Katsuki kissed her deeply as the woman’s pointed heels dug at his back, keeping him buried deep inside as he filled her womb with that sticky, thick cum. He held her close, kissing her like it was their last kiss. Katsuki pulled away only after he went soft inside of her messy cunt, but didn’t let her go.

Izuku had that beautiful dazed smile she wore after cuming so hard that her world spun around her. She found him staring lovingly at her and her cheeks couldn’t possibly darken any more.

“I love you, Izuku Bakugou,” Katsuki whispered in their heavy breaths. Izuku swallowed as the happy nervous bubbles filled her as he used her new family name, the one she’d earned at a small elopement.

“I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou,” Izuku giggled as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly once more before finally pulling out. A small shuddery moan escaped Izuku as she felt him pull out and cum slowly leak out of her twitching cunt.

A soft knocking didn’t give Izuku enough time to prepare herself mentally as Himiko slipped back into the office. Katsuki shot her a sharp glare.

“Hey! I waited till after you guys were done,” Himiko said as she moved towards Izuku and pushed the much larger man out of the way. Izuku would never get used to this.

Himiko Toga, Katsuki’s top guard and now someone who dubbed themselves as Izuku’s big sister. To be fair she was only three years older than Izuku, she was incredibly protective over her the moment they met. Embarrassingly the blonde woman helped clean Izuku up with Katsuki watching them, helping Izuku out of the ruined skirt and redid the bra before she pulled out a crimson red and golden detailed yukata that screamed Bakugou Corp.

“There, you’re stunning,” Himiko smiled proudly as she admired the way she dressed Izuku up and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, something almost akin to her own buns. Izuku giggled until she caught Katsuki’s gaze.

“You truly are stunningly beautiful,” Katsuki softly mused as he offered her a hand. Izuku blushed and took his hand, letting the man pull her in and kiss her once more.

—end!

:’) ya know the moment when you go to write one little smut scene and boom you got a small plot and emotions behind it?? Yeah, I feel like that’s how I end up with stories rather than quick smut lmao

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Not All Heroes Need Capes

Pairing: Future Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugou x Fem reader

genre: Hero AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Chapter count : Chapter 1

Series Summary : When the number 2 Hero Dynamight ( Katsuki bakugou) gets into a serous injury that will lead him to do physiotherapy with a student in training yet very qualified he will learn more about himself and experience of patience, motivation, starting from zero back to a hundred and even love but the biggest lesson he will learn is what makes him the number 2 hero and soon realize not all heroes need capes.

Content warnings : Nothing major in this. I want to specify all the information I get about physiotherapy will be from google I will do my best to research on this topic. There will be spoilers from the manga in the future, I will put a warning when I do

“DYNAMIGHT!” There was his name being yelled out over and over and while he could hear a familiar voice from his friend he couldn’t reply he felt too paralyzed to speak or even move. He  could feel his body hurting especially his legs going numb from the big boulder sitting right on top of it, how he even managed to get in this situation was beyond him everything happened so fast, first the once well built building starting to collapse from a villain attack Bakugou was instructed to get all the people out safely which he succeeded at doing however he didn’t calculate the enough time he would have for himself to get out before it all went crashing down on him leaving him to lay helpless while he waited for the rescuers to come and get him.

“This just in Pro Hero Dynamight under serious injuries prior to yesterday’s rescuing, the hero was said to be brought into the closest hero hospital where he will be treated there are speculations that Mr Dynamight will need a temporary leave from his fatal injury on the legs his agency came out just this morning announcing that the hero is now slowly in stable condition however will undergo a break for a few months. The citizens of Japan are worried about the young number 2 hero going on a break on how it will impact on their city, i’m your reporter for today signing out”

The sound from the hospital’s television slowly made Bakugou flutter his eyes open; they immediately shut after the harsh light heating the pupils, the blonde groaning finally being able to adjust to his environment last night's accidents quickly flowing back into his brain. “Good you’re awake” sighed in relief from the said person Bakugou tilted his head carefully looking to his side to find Kirishima who was smiling lightly “How bad of a condition am I in?” He was always sharp figured Kirishima he let out yet another sigh this time discouraged “ The nurses with healing quirks managed to heal as much broken bones as possible however your legs….”Kirishima drifted not knowing how to tell Bakugou the hard news “Just come right out and say it” growled Bakugou tiredly “ You need physiotherapy” he spoke quickly seating quite right after, Bakugou quirked a brow? “That’s it” he chuckled before Kirishima shook his head “ I don’t think you understand, you need to start from zero this time, the commission declared you on a six month leave” Bakugou’s eyes widened “No” he said as Kirishima sighed for the third time that day “ i’m really sorry Bakugou” the blonde only shook his head not believing all of  this surely it was a messed up joke that Kaminari had convinced Kirishima into right?

However it wasn’t not when the doctor came in with the x-ray and started explaining how his legs were so broken he ended up getting an emergency surgery last night, it wasn’t a joke when they assigned him his physiotherapy schedule for the next few months. Although the doctors tried reassuring him by telling him it depended on the individual's progress they were certain he would be back in shape by twelve weeks but even then that seemed long. Ever since Bakugou debuted as a hero he rarely took months off let alone days how was he going to last for six months of no hero work. “ We will keep you here in the hospital for at least five days before we let you discharged, your physio will be starting tomorrow by 1pm at least two or three times a week each session will take about 30 minutes so in the beginning we don’t want the healing process to be rushed” Bakugou listened carefully to the doctor as he sighed “ well very well then I shall be leaving I’ll comeback to check on you later in the evening” the doctor bowed as he left Kirishima thanking him as he closed the room door turning back to Bakugou “ I’ll visit you as much as I can with your favorite foods and books along anything you’ll need” Bagou tried to smile at  his friend but failed “ Thanks Kiri” 

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The next day Kirishima did just as he said he would, he brought Bakugou’s favorite books,food, laptop and clothes for the day that Bakugou would get discharged. Bakugou was grateful for the man trying to make this situation as bearable as possible. He stayed an hour with him before he had to go on patrol for the next few hours of the morning he checked his phone he was thankful he was able to have two phones one for personal use and the other for work situations, the work phone was all cracked from the incident but he knew the commission would get him a new one it covered his insurance. While  checking on his personal phone he replied to his worried friends even to Deku  who was freaking out about all this situation, for his mental health Bakugou tried to ignore the news as much as possible.

By 1pm a middle aged nurse helped him into his wheelchair as they pushed him out the room and towards the hallways into the physiotherapy department. “ Your physiotherapist is going to be really good, she’s still in training however we ourselves were surprised by how well she was helping others get back on their feet so well at her age” Bakugou didn’t know if he should’ve felt more reassured or nervous sure they wouldn’t just let anyone work as a specialist however the fact that she was still a training student didn’t seat well with him. 

As we was let into the room Bakugou noticed the girl his age, she was smiling kindly at him before turning to the nurse “Thank Marie I’ll take it from here” she waved at the said nurse before turning to Bakugou “ well you must be Dynamight i’m Y/N” She reached her hand out to the blonde as he took it shaking it from here on out Bakugou was filled to the brim of motivation on getting better and returning back from his leave as early as possible but also from here on out Bakugou would realize not all heroes need capes.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

TrainWreck

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kubzQ79 by Angelleap77 Words: 25554, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Kirishima Kairi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Hitoshi Shinsou/Melody (OC), Asui Tsuyu/Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iida Tenya/Shiozaki Ibara, Monoma Neito/Uraraka Ochako, Ms Joke/Tori Xiao (OC), Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks Additional Tags: Fem Neito Monoma, Monoma Keiko, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Snarky Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Has a Sibling, Kirishima twins, Parental Sakamata Kuugo | Gang Orca, Multiple Quirks, Flirtatious Kirishima Eijirou, temporary injury, Ass Might, Good Parent Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Pro Hero Touya Todoroki, Triggers, Spiders, Aldera Middle School Faces Consequences (My Hero Academia), FEAR THE STOAT, All hail Nezu, Aizawa has a sister, Slightly OOC Shouto Todoroki, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Rejection Sensitivity Disphoria, RARE PAIRS UNITED, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Stain has questionable morals, Sadistic Kaminari Denki, Kiri Frenzy, bye-bye grape, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, OFA Vestiges rebellion, AFO is a good person, more pain is a cranky filterless bunny, Ms Joke has a sound mind, GREMLINS INSANITY read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kubzQ79

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten. 

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails. 

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone. 

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard. 

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships. 

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining. 

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned. 

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled. 

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye. 

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags. 

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

[ word count: 2318 ]

(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

[chaichaiiskai]

❝WE’RE DIFFERENT BUT THAT’S OKAY❞, series.

“It’s not meant for you to

understand. Can’t you just support me?”

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 ft. shark hybrid! eijiro kirishima x angry! take’s no shit! human! fem! reader x various! hybrids

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 hybrids that will be included in this story with progression of the story as well as current, whether or not some of these will be romantic or platonic has yet to be fully established: Great white shark! Kirishima Eijiro, Arctic wolf! Bakugou Katsuki, Tibetan Mastiff! Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Continental giant rabbit! Midoriya Izuku, Maine coon! Shinsou Hitoshi, Ragdoll! Kaminari Denki, Corn snake! Hanta Sero, Cow! Ashido Mina, Drider! Yayarouzo Momo, Black panther! Kyoka Jirou, Siberian white tiger! Todoroki Shota, Melanism leopard! Todoroki Touya, plus some extras along the way.

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 content warnings: (will be updated as story progresses) swearing, violence, injuries, angst, bullying, ignorance, she/her pronouns, afab reader, mention of abuse, etc.

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 abstract: y/n and eijiro have been best friends since pre-school, they’ve been side by side since the very beginning and eventually ended up becoming romantically involved. the world of hybrids and human is a harsh one, especially for predator types like kirishima. most times people will discriminate against him because of this, humans snd hybrids alike. y/n has made it her duty to protect eijiro as much as she can but… sometimes she goes overboard. have a seat and come along on the ride known as eijiro and y/n’s struggle to understand each other’s differences, growing together even when they seem to stray apart at some crossroads. and maybe a few new family members will join them along their journey?

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 word count: to be determined.

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 notes: quirks still exist in this au except they are a lot more rare, hybrids are more common than quirks for reasons unknown. the main conspiracy is that people believe these hybrids were created from experiments meant to alter human dna to make them stronger, live longer, and overall be more durable. eijiro and y/n have an established relationship but will it expand? keep reading to find out. friendships will be made along the way!

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 glossary: nothing to add yet.

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 update schedule: every wednesday, gmt timezone.

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 status: temporary hiatus! (gonna do some editing to the storyline and change a few things since i’ve got new ideas) will return soon!!

CHAPTER LIST

chapter one ఌ༄ chapter two ఌ༄

chapter three ఌ༄ chapter four ఌ༄

chapter five ఌ༄ chapter six ఌ༄

chapter seven ఌ༄ chapter eight ఌ༄

chapter nine ఌ༄ chapter ten ఌ༄

chapter eleven ఌ༄ chapter twelve ఌ༄

chapter thirteen ఌ༄ chapter fourteen ఌ༄

chapter fifteen ఌ༄ chapter sixteen ఌ༄

chapter seventeen ఌ༄ chapter eighteen ఌ༄

chapter nineteen ఌ༄ chapter twenty ఌ༄

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 taglist is always open! 🏷

.𖥨 ˖ ͘ 𖥔 credits of provided images all rights reserved to their rightful owners.

[bakugotrashpanda]

Husband for Hire – Spring 14

Bakugou x Fem!Reader 🌸 Stardew Valley Crossover 🌸 Word Count: 2.5k

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Bakugou moves onto a farm in the little community of Pelican Town.

“Well, this is it,” you say unceremoniously and flip on the light. Bakugou’s eyes adjust from the bright, early spring sun to the warm, inviting, albeit slightly dimmer, house. Golden oak planks run from the kitchen area and sparsely furnished living room to a closed door – presumably where the bedrooms are. A pale blue wallpaper with more oak paneling lines the open concept room.

“It’s…” Bakugou tries to think of something not awful to say about his new home for the next couple of years. It’s free. It’s temporary. It’s-

“It’s a shit hole,” you say bluntly, “But it’ll get better when I can save up some money.” Bakugou’s lips thin into a frustrated line. Just what exactly did he sign up for?

“The bedroom is through here,” you open the single door in the house.

“Bedroom?” Bakugou clarifies, “As in, only one?”

“The people here are a little old fashioned…” you try to explain, “You don’t just ‘move in’ with someone. The expectation is that you’re either getting married or already married.”

“So where the hell am I sleeping?” Bakugou demands. There’s no way he can sleep on his shitty couch for three years.

“Here,” you say and nod at the king-sized bed.

“And where are you sleeping?” Bakugou asks, slightly confused. You wouldn’t make it three years on a couch either.

“Here,” you reply, still looking at the bed.

“We’re sharing.” It’s not a question, but rather pointing out the obvious.

“We’re ‘getting married’ this year.” The sarcasm and air quotes around ‘getting married’ is palpable. “Having one bed is probably the best way to show everyone how madly in love we are.”

“We use separate blankets,” Bakugou scowls, “And if you cuddle me, I’m pushing you off.”

“Likewise,” you say drolly, “Anyways, that alcove is the work area you requested. It has all the bells and whistles. Make yourself at home, I have some errands to run.” Crimson eyes follow your escape out of the shared bedroom. The front door softly creaks open, sunlight spilling in, before he’s all alone again.

A maple dresser sits against the wall opposite the bed. Half of it is covered with your hair stuff and a faded picture. You as a child? All your belongings stop at exactly the midpoint. Hesitantly pulling open a drawer in the bare side, he’s relieved to see that it is indeed empty. Two duffel bags full of his clothes barely fill the four drawers on his half.

Wandering over to his ‘work area’. Bakugou sets his laptop bag on a grey, metal desk. Smack dab in the center is a worn piece of paper, the ink faded around the creases. Typed at the top is “Bakugou’s demands”. Scrawled underneath in purple ink in what he assumes is your handwriting, Bakugou reads “Completed by yours truly~”

WIFI needed. Password is Kbakugou1 – let me know if it’s not working!

Do not disturb while working Only in an emergency!

NO PDA I get to hold your hand in public at least once a week

Build a proper kitchen Done!

Don’t expect me to farm. Can you at least feed the animals when/if I’m sick??

Bakugou smirks at your responses and boots up his laptop. So far everything is working. Maybe this won’t be so bad…

“I can’t believe those assholes evicted me!” Bakugou growls and slams his coffee cup on the table. His two friends seated with him jump in their seats at the sudden outburst. “That rent was extortion but I paid it on time, every month. The place was a biohazard in the making!”

“What are you going to do now?” Kirishima asks. Bakugou stares at the droplets of dark coffee that spilled out of his cup in his anger. That’s the question of the hour.

“I can’t keep sleeping on couches and in the library. I need something, and soon,” Bakugou mutters. Kirishima nods while Sero works on chem homework.

“I,” a musical voice interrupts. A woman with bubblegum pink hair plops down at the table and plants a kiss on Kirishima’s cheek, “Might have found an answer to your problem.”

“What could you have possibly found?” Bakugou rolls his eyes. With Spring quarter almost upon him, renting options are slim to none. Especially options that meet his needs; no roommates, or if he has to share, then a maximum of one. Actually, that’s it. Those are his needs. No one to bother him.

“I found someone who was looking for a roommate,” Mina explains and unfolds a piece of paper. The top is ripped where a staple would have been, and the bottom is cut up, with a phone number on each strip. “It’s in a house out in the country, but there’s no neighbors, and it’s rent free on the condition you live there for a couple of years, which would be the perfect amount of time for you to finish your masters!”

“Sounds like a trap,” Bakugou says skeptically as he reads over the ad. Sure as shit, one person looking for a roommate out in Pelican Town. ‘House’ is a bit of a stretch, as the grainy photo shows more of a cabin than anything, but if the owner can ensure that he’ll have an uninterrupted workspace… “I’ll look into it.”

“Yay!” Mina claps her hands before turning her attention to Kirishima. “Now, Ei, you promised to help me with this math.” Bakugou meets Sero’s eyes. Neither Kirishima nor Mina are subtle about their ‘secret’ relationship.

“Oh yeah!” Kirishima smiles and hastily packs his bag, cramming anything and everything into it without even looking.

“I have a lab starting soon,” Sero sighs and grabs his books. ‘Expensive paperweights’ in his opinion. “See you around Bakugou.”

And with that, Bakugou is alone again in the campus coffee shop. He looks over the flyer again. Secretly, he is interested, especially about the rent being free. There has to be a catch. There’s no way someone would give out a free room.

Your phone number hangs proudly on the strips. It wouldn’t hurt to reach out…

Later that night, Bakugou types, erases, and retypes your phone number. His screen darkens for the tenth time as he debates hitting ‘call’. Feeling his phone slip in his hand, he grabs at it before it lands on the floor with a clatter. Screen-side up, he can see the Call Connecting and a little timer. Shit.

Your voice flows through the speaker as he holds it up to his ear.

“Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?”

“You the person out in Pelican Town?” he asks gruffly. Part of him hopes that the offer has already been taken; that he can keep couch surfing, as tedious as that’s been.

“I am.” You sound wary, which is understandable, but given the fact that you should be expecting calls, it raises Bakugou’s guard. “You saw my flyer? Did you read it through all the way?”

“I did. Single room, no rent, three years minimum,” Bakugou quoted the ad from memory, “It’s too good to be true, so what’s the catch?” When you don’t answer right away, he knows he was right.

“How badly do you need this?” you ask.

“That’s not what I asked,” Bakugou says smugly, knowing he’s caught you. Looks like couch surfing it is.

“If you need this as much as I do,” you snap, “I can come into the city and explain everything, but if you have other options lined up, I’d go with that.” Before he can even answer, you hang up. What a fucking weirdo.

A text message illuminates his screen.

If you’re serious, tell me where and when. Pref. in public.

Bakugou: 3pm

Bakugou: Shared a location

“Married.” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, the quiet chatter in the coffee shop roars in his ears.

“Pretend marriage,” you reiterate, “Only until I secure the farm as mine.”

“And this needs to happen because…” Bakugou listened to your sob story. He should have walked out of the meeting the moment that word left your mouth. Some bullshit that has nothing to do with him.

“Because the land was left by my grandfather to me, his oldest grandchild, on the condition that I marry within three years of me taking over. It’s been almost two years now, and obviously I’ve been unsuccessful.” Your tightly folded hands betray your stress. “Once a respectable amount of time has passed, we can divorce and you’ll receive a share of the profits I made during our time together.”

“Three years, married.”

“Technically only two,” you correct him, “We need to marry before the year is up, and make it look realistic. So all in all, three years together, but it’s not like we’ll immediately get married once you move in. If you move in.”

“Does it have to be a legit marriage?” Bakugou asks, trying to skirt the issue.

“Yes,” you reply flatly, “I have to follow the words in the will. It’s a big plot of land, and there’s a developer who would love to get his hands on it.”

“So,” Bakugou says slowly. He shouldn’t be considering this, but it would be so easy. Get married, get divorced? Get a Masters and get a roof over his head? No friends fucking in their rooms while he tries to sleep on their couch? No need to shower at the gym or use cafes for wifi when he can’t find a place to crash? “Follow the will to the letter, but not in spirit?”

After his eviction and housing struggle, anything to fuck The Man™ over is a good plan.

“Yes,” you gnaw on your bottom lip. Desperation rolls off you in waves, the nervous energy that says you will do anything to make this happen.

“Show me what it looks like,” he demands and folds his arms over his chest.

“I only have a couple pictures on my phone,” you fumble with your phone and open your photos. Bakugou watches pictures of a wood cabin pass by. “But here’s the kitchen and living room-”

“That’s your kitchen?” he scoffs.

“I realize it’s not much,” you mumble, a frown marring your lips, “But-”

“It’s a minifridge and a sink. That’s not a kitchen. How do you live like this?” Bakugou interrupts. He digs through his backpack and pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen. “You know what? No. If we’re doing this, I’m making a list of my requirements. First thing is a kitchen. With a full fridge and a stove.” Your eyes light up at his words.

“Bedroom and bathroom,” you scroll through more pictures, slightly more hopeful and eager. Bakugou looks through them all. It’s a lot of natural wood which isn’t bad, but there is such a thing as too much wood.

“It’s small…” Bakugou frowns, “I’ll need a workspace with wifi, nothing fancy, just an office.”

“‘Just an office’, don’t worry, let me pull that out my ass,” you sass him quietly under your breath.

“I’m not the one who needs this,” Bakugou raises an eyebrow.

“You set up this meeting, so I think you do,” you counter smugly. Touché.

“Get a proper kitchen and a workspace,” Bakugou snaps. He scribbles down a couple other items and hands you the list of his needs. You quickly read over it and nod.

“I can get it in two weeks. Robin works fast, and I have some cash saved up,” you say, carefully folding the list and tucking it away, “When can you move in?”

“As soon as it’s ready,” Bakugou says, “But this marriage thing. That’s your problem, so you have to arrange it all, but I’ll be your pawn if it means I get to finish my degree in peace.”

“What are you studying?” you cock your head to the side. Bakugou thinks better of telling you to mind your own business.

That wouldn’t be the best way to start off a marriage.

In the late afternoon, a moving truck crunches up the gravel drive and pulls to a stop in front of the farm entrance. Kirishima hops out of the driver side of the rental truck and whistles lowly at the sight of the land.

“Ayo, Bakugou!” Kirishima hollers, “We’re here with your stuff!” The passenger door opens and more people clamor out of the cab. Sero and Mina stretch and complain about how long the ride was. He doesn’t have much furniture, but none of them have cars that will fit his couch. It takes half an hour to unload everything.

“So you’re really going to live out here?” Sero asks and looks around the cabin.

“Yeah,” Bakugou says, irritation creeping into his voice. Even though it looks like a place people would rent for the weekend to get away from the city, it’s going to be Bakugou’s home for the next couple of years and he doesn’t need anyone looking down on it. “I don’t want to hear shit ab-”

“Hey, Bakug-oh!” The front door closes and your eyes widen at all the people in your home, “I was going to ask whose truck is out front, but I see it’s… yours?”

“Hello there,” Sero purrs and sticks his hand out, “I’m-”

“Back off,” Bakugou snarls and slaps Sero’s hand away from you, “Kirishima, Mina, Sero, meet my girlfriend, fiancée, soon-to-be-wife, whatever we are… We didn’t exactly sort that out yet.”

“Engaged?!” Mina shrieks, stars in her eyes. Sero apologizes profusely for trying to hit on you, and you just stand there watching his friends freak out.

“Are you for real?” Kirishima shakes his head and runs a hand through his obnoxiously dyed red hair.

“Yeah, we’re getting married this year,” Bakugou says and casually throws an arm around your shoulder. It feels too stiff… we’ll need to work on that to make it look natural. Fucking hell, maybe it’s not too late to back out.

“Congrats man,” Kirishima smiles stiffly, “Hey, Mina, Sero, I think there’s a six pack in the truck? It’ll have to do for celebrating.” Bakugou watches his two friends leave, chatting the whole way to the truck about the sudden proposal and that fact that it’s Bakugou of all people.

As soon as the door closes, Kirishima’s smile drops. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“We’re getting married,” Bakugou’s eyes narrow at his best friend’s hostility, “End of fucking story.”

“You didn’t tell them, did you?” you hiss and jab an elbow into Bakugou’s side.

“Tell us?” Kirishima’s eyes widen, “Don’t tell me you got her pregnant!” Bakugou silently watches Kirishima devolve into hysterics as ‘worst case scenarios’ pop out of his mouth.

“How do we make it stop?” you murmur and watch Kirishima dramatically flop onto Bakugou’s couch as he rattles on about being an uncle.

“Well,” Bakugou smirks, “You can say you’re pregnant to shut him up and he’ll look like a fish out of water for the next twenty minutes, or-”

“What about love at first sight?” you interject sarcastically. Bakugou shoots you a withering glare – as if either of you would be stupid enough to believe in that.

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[tatertotthethot]

For your yandere requests, could I have a dragon hybrid Katsuki with an unhealthy fixation on his new mate (how he met the reader is up to you, be it through kidnapping, forcing himself on her or manipulation ext)

Pairings: dragon hybrid!Bakugou x fem!reader, ft. Dragon hybrid!Kirishima and Hawks.

Description: you get abducted by a dragon hybrid and must live in a cave with him, as his mate of choice.

Warnings/tags: THIS IS A SHORT SYNOPSIS TO A SERIES that will include yandere themes, HEAVY smut with noncon/dubcon elements, kidnapping & captivity, brief violence/gore, and hopefully enough fluff to make up for it all 🥰 (let me know if I miss anything major in the future)

| Synopsis | Part 1 |

18+, MINORS DNI!!!

(Requests are open btw)

It started as a rouge venture that Bakugo and Kirishima decided to take, wanting to break free from the tribal traditions.

The two males were born and raised within the same tribe that they, themselves, have helped withstand a notorious reputation for easily conquering any land in which they seek. They were easily the two best combative warriors amongst their tribe, and thrived on the sense of security that they were unstoppable.. until they outgrew their ignorance enough to see things for how they really were: actively participating in the senseless destruction that tribe-culture has come to be.

As Dragon hybrids of human decent are greedy and gluttonous creatures by default, there is no such thing as sharing a section of land with another tribe. Superiority complexes run deep in nearly every single one of them— and every group seems to think that the world belongs to them and only them, and will fight to their death before they form an alliance to peacefully co-exist amongst a region with another clan. This leads to battles that are more catastrophic than the active volcanoes they naturally flock to, and as a result, every piece of land that’s settled upon becomes more temporary, as it is only a matter of time before it becomes nothing but an obliterated wasteland, where more resources will be scorched in the act of territorial domination than used for the mere sake of survival. The two males know that eventually, there will be no more lands amongst the volcanic islands worthy of living, and once that happens, the rest of the world might be in for trouble.

That may take another century or so, but as for Kirishima and Bakugo— who are now at the fruitful age of 23– they simply have no interest in sticking around to help it progress. They don’t want to spend their entire lives laying waste to every corner of earth that they touch, and are fed up with never letting themselves get comfortable with a new location as it’s soon to be up rooted and stripped to nothing.

So, with the goal to broaden their horizons in search of permanency, they found that: with the exception of winter in higher altitudes, subtropical climates aren’t much different from the likes of home to them. They’re endothermic and omnivorous after all, and Mountainous regions with dormant volcanoes that haven’t been active in 10,000+ years are far more seclusive and thick with forestation, thriving with animal life and freshwater ecosystems that completely untouched by hybrids of their own kind. Not only that, but given that the females within their own species are against the innovations of their mini-revolution, they also found that Hybrids of human-descent can, in fact, mate and reproduce with those that are entirely human— without diluting the dragon’s primary gene in their offspring.

And so, after traveling halfway around the world and settling within a 50 mile of your village, it was easy for them to find two inhabitable caves of their own.. and took little to no time for Bakugo to run across you.. a lonesome little cottage girl who barely even knows that the likes of him and his kind even exists.

This is a story all about how your life got twisted upside down by an 8ft fire breathing dragon hybrid, who’s concept of love does not revolve around the key of your consent.

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FOR THE TIME BEING, I AM ONLY POSTING FIC ON TUMBLR. If you come across it on ANY OTHER PLATFORMS PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

I’m so goddamn excited y’all :D

- BTW: although I’m sticking with the HC of Drakugo being 8ft tall, I highly recommend googling pictures of Kevin Hart standing next to Shaquille O'Neal and Yao Ming for a better reference to the size comparisons I’m aiming for lmfao. idc how tall you are, we are teeny fucking weeny compared to this big tiddie lizard boy

Part 1 coming vv soon 😌☝️

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[dienamights]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. Ⅲ

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

═ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀:  Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

═ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁:  4.5K

═ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): mentions of blood, mentions of an injured individual, mentions of... alcohol?

═ 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: open

═ 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲(𝘀): we finally meet baku and kiri HEHEEEE

⤆ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅱ

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. Ⅳ⟾

The street market in the Akhirean trade company is the apotheosis of all markets you’ve ever laid your eyes on in your kingdom. Well, your father’s kingdom, it’s huge, standing to the sky for what looks like an eternity in all directions.

You click your tongue to urge the horse -Ageru- to pick up his pace to match the prince’s, eyes nowhere near focused on his highness with the number of colors and aromas engulfing your senses from several feet away. “We- we’re at the trade company?” You’re in awe at the sight, absolutely missing the fond smile Shoto sends your way. “Correct, this is it.” He ponders his next words well before taking a deep breath. “Would you like to take a look?”

You almost lose your balance from turning around so abruptly, blinking at the prince and waiting for him to tell you it's some lame joke. “Yes! Could I? Yeah, yes please.” You nod eagerly, turning back around to look at the masses of people as the prince orders the guards to find shelter until the next dawn.

You ease yourself off of the horse when prince Shoto waves you over, smiling gratefully at one of the guards when he jogs over to take the reins from you and starts feeding Ageru right away. You step out of the shaded area and into the sun, feeling as if you have stepped into an oven ready to be broiled. The heat of the day has already been bad on your way to the trade company, sapping any energy you have to spare, but stepping into the sunlight is far worse.

You’re enamored with the atmosphere of the market, there are crowds of people and an excess of noise, each seller inviting you to their stall with loud slogans and advertisements about their products. You can’t help but crinkle your nose at the overwhelming scents of smokey lanterns, grease, and sewage.

Worried about separation, parents grip their children’s hands tightly, moving in all directions, pushing and shoving; fearing that they would be lost. Everything is in flux, always morphing into a new shape. Despite the noise, the smile never departs from you. The ear-piercing chaos is somehow endearing━ much too different from the deafening silence between the castle walls.

The streets are lined with stalls of fresh produce, fresh foods, clothes, cooked food, flowers, and even jewelry. Fashionable women's clothes come in many colors, some of which are as blinding as the afternoon sun. A few of the stalls are well arranged, while others merely have their wares scattered on the floor. Hundreds of umbrellas of different shapes and sizes hover in the air, shielding customers from the sun. Despite their temporary setup, roadside food stands serve clients with sizzling hot cuisine and refreshing cool drinks, as well as any other items they want. Food prepared in various styles and flavors filled and drifted through the air. The exotic smelling scents, the sweet-smelling aromas, and the tempting fragrances fill and float through the air.

“Pretty lady, buy a pot.” One seller says, “no finer pot in brass or silver.” You nod gratefully, waving farewell when a hand places itself on your back to move you out of the way. “Thank you,” you mumble to the prince, “don’t think I'd have the heart to say no.”

“Would the lady like a necklace?” Another shopkeeper calls, showing you one that catches your attention, a certain force pulling you towards it. The necklace pendant was the insides of an old-fashioned watch, the cogs no longer taking note of the time and were all the more timeless for it. It’s the kind of thing you might find tossed out for being useless, yet to you, it felt like you couldn’t walk a single step away from it after laying your sight on it. “A pretty necklace for a pretty lady,”

“Oh, no thank you,” you say as you try to walk away from the stall, disheartened you can't afford it no matter how much it caught your attention. “How much is it?” the prince asks, taking out a pouch of money and dropping it on the table, the sound it makes when it hits the surface of the counter indicates that it's much, much more than what it actually costs. “Shoto, you really don’t have to━” “Sold!”

With a squeal, you bow in thanks to him and take the necklace to wear it instantly, smiling at it even as it barely reflects any light with its dingy condition. “Oh, thank you thank you! I promise I'll repay you.” Instead of replying━ arguing with you, he simply guides you along the market as you awe and point out at the different shops with a happy grin, excited about trying new food, or touching different fabrics, while the prince only smiles at your reactions, loathing your father for keeping you locked up in your own personal hell and stopping you from enjoying the little things in life.

Large ragged wagons adorned with a vegetable collage were parked beside the street, and their owners stood beside them yelling prices like auctioneers, but instead of a hammer, they had a carrot, which they would use to wade away the flies that were pointlessly dancing around the crops.

“Try this,” the proprietor hands you a slice of watermelon, completely ignoring the sulking prince by your side as you adjust your cloak on your head. “Your tastebuds will sing and dance!” You hum excitedly at the sweetness of the nectar when you take a bite, tearing a piece to hand it over to Shoto, who graciously takes it with a warm flush to his cheeks, and you innocently blame it on the scalding sun above.

It's a tussle as everyone scrambles to get their hands on the goods they're interested in. Many people push, elbow, and shove at each other, some hurrying, some hesitating, some running, and others waving their arms around. The aim of these people is unfathomable. In order to acquire the greatest goods at the best possible rates, housewives of all ages haggle with sellers. Whilst vendors entice clients with gentle words and modest actions.

Occasionally, you’d find the same two men would belt out a song at the top of their lungs, but are immediately silenced when a woman smacks their backs with her broom. There is a crescendo of vendors attempting to outdo one other. On the street, there are several merchants who talk softly and sweetly to each other, as well as noises of sizzling food and ladles hitting woks. To you, street markets in the summer are beautiful, fragrant, and full of intriguing noises. They offer a pleasant and welcoming atmosphere for everyone who attends.

Alas, as night falls, the blue haze of the day lifts, revealing the stars in all their glory. Every time, you get the impression that this is a more accurate portrayal of who everyone is in reality. You wonder, if people were nocturnal would they feel more connected to those far away stars, perhaps sensing the fragility of Earth all the more? Night for you is when the curtain is drawn back and you get a glimpse of what others term "the sky" from the window.

Stars shine in the night sky like snowflakes, but they remain still, like a faded portrait. When the wind blows your garments into a tangle, you smile. There, at the edge of the known universe, they'd be an orchestrated snowstorm. You can only imagine how the stars would move, how the galaxies would twirl and dart. Although while you sit on the bench, hand wrapped around the necklace, and your head softly nodding in sleep, the stars retain their usual pattern. This little instant is watched over by the stars, who have seen ages and millennia pass by in the same way.

The market was in a frenzy, but you have never seen it while it’s sleeping. An air current passes over it and the crumpled paper on the ground is carried along. It seems as though the street has been turned into a graveyard. There was a time when moonlight would elude the clouds that covered the moon. When the market would slumber soundly, ready to erupt again at the first sight of daybreak the next day. Only a few individuals had taken note of the market's real beauty and magic, and you’re glad you’re one of them.

In the starlit night, the black comforting the moon above, the abandoned street began urging you to dream, dreaming of the good times before and the ones you hope would come in time.

You make it to a famous old tavern called Yuuei. The paint on the softwood is as thick as the cream cheese that your mother applies on your bread whenever your father would look away during supper. There are a variety of sun-baked colors hidden behind the flake layers. The old place has become more attractive to you in its decay. While the door, which you can tell was formerly a cherry red color, remains the same, the peelings are various colors of pink that have succumbed to the heat year after year. It will continue to move on its hinges, but with the sluggishness of a senile elder. Cranking sounds reverberate up from below as rafters creak to keep their ceiling from falling in. You only pass by this building and it quickly becomes one of the places you would gladly call home. A place that is the same as every other couldn't possibly make you fall in love with it, can it?

Alas, your journey is nowhere near over, “Um, Shoto-” you wring your hands together until he urges you to continue with an attentive hum, “could I, possibly, take a look around, I- I don’t think I’m done admiring the place.” You pray and hope he doesn't deny you, doe eyes looking up at him pleadingly as Shoto tilts his head to the side in doubt. “I don't understand, your highness,” he says, crossing his arms after handing money to the guards to book them their rooms and search them up before you two enter them.

“Why are you asking for my permission?”

You stand there as if your feet are nothing, so at a loss for words, you can’t even comprehend what he says until he turns around to enter the inn.

“Wait!” you call out and hold onto his arm, clenching the fabric of his shirt as you try and collect your thoughts, “s-so, you’ll just, let me go, un- unsupervised?” “yes,” it sounds so simple, slipping past his lips, as if opening the door for you to live all your imaginations and trusting you to come back to mundanity.

“But why?” You’re not sure why you’re questioning it, you’ve never been given this freedom, it's like you’re so used to not having it, a certain voice reminds you that you don’t deserve it. And oddly enough, it couldn't sound more like your father than it does. “You’re not afraid I might run away?”

For the first time since you’ve met him, you see the prince laugh, alas it’s barely a laugh, more like puffing out excess breath out with a smile. “Now, your highness, how are you gonna rule everything that the sun touches when you’re buried six feet under?”

You swallow heavily, eyes searching for the glimmering suns in his mismatched eyes before nodding hesitantly, fisting the material of your dress as you mumble an “okay” under your breath and turn around to leave.

Though the streets you pass by haven’t heard a sound in a while, there are still the lanterns, stubbornly shining into the night. It’s as if they simply love to share that amber glow, regardless of if anyone admires it, and how lucky do you feel when you’re present to do just that. Under their steady watch, the woodwork brings a nostalgic feeling, notions of romance under rainy skies. This is a street where real life has been, the turning of skipping ropes and shrieks of children, the calling of people getting by trying to earn their livelihood. You let your hand graze the bricks of some buildings as you pass by them, the abandonment is a temporary thing, that the universe would bring the joy back to this place the very next day.

Nothing breaks you out of your trance but the jagged breaths behind a back alley, echoing through the walls despite how labored and quiet they are. When you step into the dimly lit passage, you could see what your ears are telling you already. A person is huddled in the corner, bright red hair pointing upwards as he breathes heavy, incoherent hushed mumbles slipping past his lips as he rocks back and forth. With hazy focus, your foot meets an empty glass bottle -probably that of alcohol- accidentally kicking it and perking the person’s attention towards you. You’re left standing timidly, only then noticing the blond person in the redhead’s lap.

Faint-hearted, you tread carefully to the bloody mess on the floor that only then did you notice. In one shattered moment your heart and breathing stop, just absolutely cease, he’s a bloody mess, they both are, but the blond looks way worse, bloody spit drools from his slack jaw, nose smashed and eyes almost shut just from the swelling, arms loosely wrapped around his guts like he's barely holding them in and honestly, with the amount of beating he probably went through, you’re not surprised if he is. Your eyes get a wide look, bottom lip trembling as you approach them silently, you’re taken aback when a hiss emits from the redhead, and it takes you a few seconds to register the sound as he cradles the blond closer to him and away from you.

“It- it's alright,” you try to sound as comforting as you can regardless of your trembling hands, trying to examine the damage before trying to go and ask for help. “I just- I just wanna help,”

“Help?” the man croaks and you nod encouragingly, reaching over until the tips of your fingers graze the blond hair, his lack of breath is felt through your body, a feeling of tiredness and lethargy. His lungs barely work to bring in the much-needed oxygen, as if he's drowning in the air.

You try to study the harm without tearing up, swallowing heavily when you look up to meet the carmine eyes of the redhead, only then noticing the prodding horns poorly hidden under the scarf he has wrapped around his head, you try to blink away from him, yet your sight never falters away until he grunts at you. “Sorry- sorry.”

“Wait here, I━ I need to get some medications, try and apply pressure on the wound━” the dumbfounded look the man gives you have your shoulders dropping, clenching the fabric of your dress as you look down at him when you finally stand up. “You,” you stammer, “you don’t understand me, do you?” He only blinks in response, showing you the tattered man and uttering the only word he spoke since, “Help.”

“Yes, yes I━ I will help, I will get help and come back, okay?” you place your hands forward and point down to the floor, “Stay, stay here, okay?” Yet, still nothing, a solemn look on his face when he sees you backing away.

You run with that excuse of a dress out of the alley, turning left and right as you try to find one person that could point you in the direction of an infirmary.

“Excuse me!” you call out to two men swaying left and right as they sing at the top of their lungs, and you remember them as the couple who kept singing during the chaos of the market. “Hey! It’s the pretty lady.” the blond one sings, rolling his ‘r’s aggressively and shimmying his shoulder while the other claps clumsily.

“Yes, hello, um, I’m looking for an infirmary, do you by any chance know where I can find one?” You stare hopefully at the two, who only arch their brows at each other before the blond one grins at you lazily. “Whatsit to us, princess?” He slurs out with a heavy tongue, and you hold the urge to gag in his face when you catch a whiff of the stench of his breath. Despite the very obvious disgusted look you give him, he still leans forward, and you stand your ground, no matter how bad you want him to close his mouth and turn away from you.

“Yeah, a pretty woman like you wouldn’t ask for help without anything in return, hm?” the raven head throws his arm around his companion’s shoulders, both cackling at the look you gave them like you’re some entertainer telling the funniest of jokes.

“Oi, Denki!” Your shoulders relax at the sound of the sober woman, recalling her as the one chasing those two whenever they sang loud high enough to deafen dogs. She finally reaches you, smacking the back of the blond -Denki’s- head with an annoyed look. “What did I say about leaving the pub drunk?” She crosses her arms and taps her foot against the floor annoyedly. “to always do it?” Denki smiles and purses his lips to get a kiss from her, only for the woman to smack him again.

“Ouch, Kyoka, that hurts! Hanta, banish her.” the two men start to argue over Hanta not… defending Denki’s honor, rolling on the floor while you and -Kyoka- eye them oddly. “I’m, so sorry about these idiots.” she shakes her head disappointedly, yet you never miss the slight smile on her face, and you tilt your head to the side in wonder.

“Um, it’s alright, I guess,” you blink as you remember your reason for talking to them in the first place. “I was wondering,” she turns to nod at you. “If I can find an infirmary open, a friend of mine is injured and in need of some help.” Kyoka’s eyebrows twitch before she nods and points to the end of the street.

“Old man Torino’s still open, he can help you.” you clasp her hands and bow, shaking both her hands before lifting the ends of your dress to walk faster towards the direction she pointed out to you. “Oh, thank you thank you.”

You finally make it to the infirmary, pushing the door open and jumping in place at the clinking sound the door makes when you do, you smile at the elder man -presumably Torino- behind the counter, bowing your head gently before speaking. “Hello, my friend is injured and━ and bleeding I was wondering if I could get some ointments and bandages to wrap up his wounds,” Torino silently eyes you annoyedly before he nods, lazily getting off of his chair to go to the back to pack up the stuff you asked for while you tap your fingers nervously at the counter, the lantern’s flame swayed softly with the night breeze and you cant but envy their state of mind, probably not being dragged from their home into another, threatened to be killed with one step out of line, and now having an injured man hidden in an alleyway that needs their help.

“That’ll be a hundred and twenty mora,” the man mumbles as he places the pouch on the counter, and you can only blink stupidly at him as his hand hangs awaiting your payment. “M-mora?” you squeak, in the heat of the moment, you forgot you don’t even have any money, taken away from your house with nothing to spare. Everything is offered to you for free in your kingdom, only able to steal a few times here and there to drop it all off at the orphanage.

“I’m sorry,” is all the man has to listen to for his expression to fall, tugging the bag by its strings and tossing it by his feet behind the counter in case you had any idea of napping it and bolting out into the dark streets. “I— look I, I’ll pay you back tomorrow I promise, I just need this real bad, and I can’t afford it right now, please believe me,”

The man ponders for a bit, his eyes racking your chest and levering a gasp from you, hands stopping their fumbling with the corset’s threads to cover whatever could be exposed from it. “Oh give it a rest, not in a hundred years,” he scoffs, reaching over and tugging at your necklace before leaving it to hang on your neck again. “This’ll do,” he says as he leans down to pick up the things again, waiting for you to take the pendant off to hand it to him.

“No, no,” you shake your head as he laughs, scrunching your brows as he leans back to cross his arms. “Listen here, brat.” his face hardens at you. “Every minute you’re out here arguing is another minute where your friend is left bleeding out, is his life really more important than your rusty pendant?” you’ve never taken a necklace faster in your life, reaching back to unhook it before tossing it into the waiting palm of the owner. “Thank you!” you don’t forget to call as you run out with the hemp bag thrown over your shoulder, running to the alleyway you probably won’t be able to forget about anytime soon.

“Hello,” you whisper as your steps startle the redhead, his red eyes suddenly glowing again as you try and ease him by crouching down, trying to approach him as if he were a wary bunny to help him escape before your father catches sight of it.

“H-help, remember?” you smile when his eyes simmer down and return back to being scarlet, settling in front of him as he loosens his arms around the man and looking at you pleadingly while you open the bag and get out the ointments to help.

“Okay, I need you to lay him on the ground— oh right,” you shake your head, pointing to the floor between the two of you. “Floor, down, down, okay okay yes! Good.” you smile when he after much thought lays the man on the floor and then do you take his feature.

The man has such a beautiful shade of blond to his hair, bringing memories of golden wheat fields, of those many hued stems that dance in the autumn light, whispering gentle songs to your ears as you hid between them whenever you were able to escape the castle grounds into the town. Eyelashes softly fluttering in pain and kissing the apples of his cheeks, the finest of black petals if you ever were to see ones. Chapped lips barely parted to let out small puffs of air as he groans in pain.

You place his arm on the floor to inspect the injuries, taking a deep breath at the sight of the blood covering his abdomen, you slowly unlace his cloak, folding it and handing it to the redhead, who sniffs it and holds it close to him like a little kitten recognizing the scent of its mother.

Pushing the necklaces aside, the tips of your fingers caress the different stones in awe, twinkling in the dim lighting as they shift and land with a low clink on the floor. You take some of the ointment to spread it on the wound, earning a painful wail from the supposedly unconscious blond man as you try to shush him and tell him that everything’s gonna be fine.

Suddenly you’re tossed to land back on your ass, breathing heavily as the protruding claws from the redhead barely miss your legs and your dress falls in shambles as the victim instead. His skin is suddenly splotched in red, as if going through an allergic reaction like that one kid in town whenever he ate those berries from the bushes behind the church, right before he starts swelling up. Except, this time, the man seems more like an animal than not, growling and hissing at you as if you’re a deer finally caught after a wild chase.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shout regardless of him not understanding you, glaring him down as he hovers on his hands and feet above the now sweating man, ready to pounce on you if you make one wrong move and interrupting whatever work you had going on. “I’m trying to help, you ass! You coulda hurt me.” The whimper that leaves the blond has both of you staring at him, uttering one word that had the redhead tearing up.

“Kirishima,” he whimpers, before his eyes flutter close again, and the redhead, who you can only assume is named Kirishima, lets out an inhuman weep, sits back on his haunches and clenches the pants of the shirtless man pleadingly.

“Help,” he looks at you, “Katsuki, help.” your heart breaks a second time, dusting yourself off before fixing your posture with a nod. “Okay... Kirishima,” you test the waters, smiling softly when his eyes light up at the sound of his name. “I’ll help.”

After bandaging up the blond, you softly run your hands through his hair, untangling some of it that got matted down with dirt and blood before smiling at Kirishima who crawled to sit next to you as you worked on his companion. “All good,” the embers in his eyes light up, reaching over to hold both your hands, ignoring your flinch when you thought his claws will cut you deep, blinking stupidly at your joined hands when his hands look normal again, and you almost disregard yourself until you remember your tattered skirt.

“K-kogaan,” he stammers, clearly at a loss of words. “What?” you blurt out, blinking at him as he tilts his head. “Kog-- nox! Nox.”

“...Nox?” He nods eagerly when you repeat his words, almost proudly, and it takes you a few moments to recollect your thoughts as you unravel the cloak to cover -Katsuki’s- body. “T-that’s a lot of names to get in one day,” you pinch the bridge of your nose to ease the built-up tension, squealing into the night sky when the redhead jumps you.

You’re leaning back on your palms, breath heavy as you feel Kirishima’s teeth dig into your cheek, you start to hyperventilate, with his face very close to yours and no way of escaping without him keeping a piece of your flesh between his teeth.

After a moment or two, he backs away just a bit, and you push him away lightly, but it’s so sudden it has the man tumbling back, and you take the chance to run, leaving everything behind, not turning back even as the lonely man calls out for you into the night sky.

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Booty Shorts

Pairing: BNHA Boys x fem!reader

Warnings: Groping and lots of making out. No-no language in Bakugou's. Idk just general vulgarity, I guess.

Author's Note: 

I don't really know what I was thinking when I came up with this, but, uh, here it is. I made this.

Anyway, my idea behind this was something along the lines of an insecure and/or modest reader who normally dresses kinda conservatively around other people but one day she decides that she's comfortable and puts on some booty shorts and a tank top (spicy spicy) more or less for her boyfriend. That's literally it. They're all a bit different, though.

I am throwing my dignity out the window here, okie? It's all for you guys, so enjoy (ya horny fricks). 

Enjoy some more BNHA trash from me!

-Sugar (from prolly four months ago. This one is kind of old and I was debating whether or not I should post it, but I’m starting to get really tired of letting it sit in my drafts and I edited it so it wasn’t quite as atrocious as the original on Wattpad)

Jesus forgive me <( ‘-////-)>

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Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Bakugou:

● You made your way up to Katsuki's dorm, cautiously making sure no one saw you

● You were wearing shorts that left little to the imagination and a hoodie, which you planned to discard soon after reaching your destination

● You knocked on Bakugou's door, which he quickly answered

● At first, he didn't even notice anything different, until his eyes slipped down and fell upon your bare legs

● He sucked in a breath and pulled you into his room, quickly shutting his door

● He pressed your back against his chest, his hands moving from their grip on your hips down to stroke your exposed thighs, then back up to squeeze your butt

● You knew he had a slight fascination with it, since you were constantly catching him watching you while you were turned away from him

● You had finally decided to give him exactly what he wanted, and you could tell he wasn't complaining

● "Did anyone see you?" he whispered in your ear, a possessive tone creeping into his voice

● "No," you breathed

● "Good." He gave you a light slap, enjoying watching the resulting jiggle

● He started guiding you towards his bed, where he pushed you down onto his mattress

● "What made you decide to tease me like this today?" he asked, bending over you, his hands going back to caressing your legs

● You shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the flush that had made itself present across your cheeks

● He smirked and met his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue quickly entering your mouth

● You sucked on it, pulling him closer as his lips moved to press against yours

● You halted your makeout session to pull your hoodie over your head, revealing a spaghetti strap tank top and no bra

● Katsuki kinda lost it; it being too early in your relationship to have been very intimate, so it wasn't like he'd seen your skin so much before

● His hands don't know where to go, wanting to be everywhere at once, touching and feeling every inch of your skin beneath him

● He palms one of your breasts, causing you to whimper into the kiss he had given you

● He decides to take his shirt off too, repaying your gesture

● The sight of his toned body causes your breath to catch in your throat and he grins at your reaction to him as you reach up your hands to touch him

● You make out for a long time on his bed, hands brushing over anywhere they could reach

● After several minutes, it comes to an end, the two of you pausing to catch your breaths

● "Why did I come over here again?" you ask no one in particular, your voice still breathless as you lay against Katsuki's pillow

● "To see me, dumbass." He settles himself beside you, his eyes occasionally dropping back down to your rising and falling chest

● "Well, yeah, but weren't we going to do something?"

● "You checked out of that when you showed up to my door in those shorts."

● "Like what you see?" You smirk

● "Of course, you stupid nerd. What did you think?"

● You chuckle and ruffle his hair, making him scowl. "Come on, weren't we going to watch a movie or something?"

● "I don't know."

● "Well we can't exactly make out all night—"

● "Says who?" Katsuki's eyes take on a familiar dangerous gleam

● If there's one thing you'd learned from your relationship, it was to never challenge Bakugou

● He straddled you once more, bending down to kiss your nearly bare chest, then worked his way back up to your collarbone, nibbling at your neck

● "Tonight," he said, his face still pressed into your skin, "I don't want to do anything that doesn't involve you up against me. And I'm not taking my hands off you until tomorrow morning."

● You swallowed and nodded, allowing him to plant more kisses against your body, worshiping your skin below him

● After another long round of making out, he finally got up and turned off his lights, sliding back into bed with you

● "You stopped touching me."

● "Fuck off." He laid his head on your boobs, tangling his legs around yours. "Good night, Princess."

● You smiled. "Good night, baby."

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Kirishima:

● You and Kirishima had just come back from a late-night walk and decided to go up to your room for the night

● Kirishima had left to go get ready for bed while you did the same; brushing your teeth, washing your face, etc

● When it came to putting on your pajamas, you looked over to your tank top and shorts

● You shrugged, deciding to go through with wearing them for the night, knowing you would be more than warm enough with Kirishima pressed against you

● When you came out of the bathroom, Kirishima had already let himself in, and was now waiting for you on the bed; his hair down, in gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt

● He turned when he heard the door open. "Hey, babe. Are you ready for—Woah."

● He stops when he catches sight of your exposed body, a dopey grin lighting up his features as his eyes slowly rove over you, taking everything in

● You're still standing by the door, a little bit shy

● He gets up and strides over to you, running his hands from your shoulders all the way down your arms, finally taking your hands in his

● He leads you to your bed, turning off the overhead light on the way, leaving your room lit only by the warm glow of your bedside lamp

● He sits back down on the edge of your bed, pulling you onto his lap

● He presses a few sweet kisses against your lips, eventually moving down to your jawline and then onto your neck

● His hands feel up the outer sides of your thighs, exploring the uncovered skin until he reaches your butt, experimentally giving it a gentle squeeze

● He finally picks you up and turns, laying you down onto your bed so he can kiss your collarbone, trailing more kisses all the way down to the exposed tops of your breasts

● You inhale deeply at the sensation and he notices, nuzzling his nose into you like an affectionate puppy

● You finally shiver and let out a little whine. The shock of if made the two of you pause and giggle

● Eijirou sighs and settles his head on your chest, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin against his face

● "What's with the wardrobe change?" he mumbles against you

● You shrug, threading your fingers through his soft red hair. "Just felt like it."

● He chuckled, the sound traveling into his chest and ending as a bit of a growl. You shivered again at the sound, your body barely held still by the weight of Kirishima

● "I like it." He kisses you again

● "I feel comfortable around you now," you say. "I don't have to hide."

● Eijirou turns his head and opens his eyes to meet yours. "You're beautiful, (Y/N). You really are. You have nothing to be insecure about, especially around me."

● You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your fingers and pulling him back up to your face for a kiss

● He grins and pulls away from you. "I'm glad you are, though. Comfortable, that is." He reached up to flick off the lamp

● Now plunged in total darkness, he goes back to hugging you, pulling your chest flush against his while you let him rest his chin on the top of your head

● The warmth you share is heavenly; limbs comfortably wrapped around one another

● You cuddle each other asleep, the soothing rhythms of each others' bodies lulling you both into a state of tranquility

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Kaminari:

● You slide on a pair of short shorts, frowning at yourself as you study the way they make your legs look

● Finally you give up on them, turning around and jutting out your hips to check your posterior

● At least they make my butt look nice

● You were trying on some clothes you had just gotten from your recent outing with the girls to the mall; glad to finally be alone in the solace of your room so you could look ever what you’d purchased.

● Your door suddenly flew open, catching you by surprise and making you jump

● "Hey, (Y/N), do you want to—woah."

● Denki had just barged into your room, totally catching you checking yourself out in the mirror

● He hastily shuts the door, making sure no one saw you

● You bite your lip, completely aware that you were only in a tank top and shorts

● "You look great," Kaminari says, coming up to wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your bare shoulder as he gazed at the two of you in the mirror

● Of course he'd fantasized about you in outfits like this before, but dang, you most certainly did not disappoint.

● "I don't know . . . ."

● The grin he had been sporting faltered. "What do you mean?"

● You squinted at your reflection as though it had done you a great personal wrong

● "Don't you think this is a little . . . much?"

● "No," he answers truthfully. "I like it." His hands start to move before he catches himself. "I'm allowed to touch you, right?"

● Your eyes widen at the idea, excitement flickering in the pit of your stomach at the thought of his hands on you. "Sure. It's fine."

● His grin returns in full force as he begins to slide his hands up your sides, wasting no time to seize your chest with both hands, feeling the weight of your breasts as he lightly bounced them in his palms

● After kneading and massaging them to his temporary content, he ran his hands back down your sides to cup your ass, moving himself back a step so he could see, giving you a light smack

● He hummed in satisfaction and spun you around, pulling you into him so your body could lay flush against his

● He guided your face to his own, pressing his lips against yours while his hands made their rounds again; rubbing your back, squeezing and caressing your butt, even trying to dip down enough to feel the smooth skin of your exposed thighs without breaking your connection

● He pulls back, his eyes shut as he whispers against your lips, "You really are beautiful, (Y/N). You should show it off a little more."

● You chuckle at his suggestion, his hands never ceasing their quest to memorize and explore every curve and angle of your body

● "Maybe not this much though, you have a point," he admitted, pausing to meet your eyes. "This is just for me, right?"

● You smirk and ruffle his hair. "It's for me too, ya dork. These are actually hella comfortable."

● Denki smirked, pressing a quick close-mouthed kiss to your lips. "Perfect," was all he said.

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A/N: If you want more characters (Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki), feel free to check out my Wattpad (linked on my navi post), but only at your own risk (＞д＜)

Taglist: @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @katsugay @nabo39 @pyrofanatic @sendhelpimstupid @xoxopam4​

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DRIVER'S LICENSE.

katsuki bakugou x fem! reader

WARNING(S): angst. cheating. swearing because it's bakugou.

word count: 4.5k

song: drivers license // olivia rodrigo (i wonder why...)

note(s): so i captioned this *at the time of writing* 'hello and welcome to i've had the worst two weeks ever so i wrote a katsuki oneshot to cope' and it's probably one of my most personal pieces of writing tbh

"-come Tuesday and we'll potentially see an end to this heavy downpour of rain. Temperatures will be on the rise to around-"

The talk on the radio cut short at the jab of your finger, heaving a great sigh which faded into the muffled pitter-patter of rain from outside. The streets had been showered with heavy downpours for the last week or so, no sign of sun or a still and restful day. Notwithstanding the miserable outdoors, the windscreen wipers on your car never ceased in their duty to grant you a clear view of the road ahead. And whilst you were grateful for their devotion, it didn't feel clear in the slightest. In fact, the road had never felt so blurry.

Shivering against the cold night chill and tucking your knees cosily to your chest, you eyed the raindrops on the windows. They raced against one another before they dripped down to your car's body, their glossy presence obvious thanks to the many hues of street lamps that surrounded them. You could have watched them for hours, being honest. Something about the droplets of water battling it out quite enticing. Anything to take you away from the cruel reality you were living in.

Your heart ached and yearned. But to no avail, the one you ached and yearned for didn't love you back.

Not anymore, at least.

Just the mere thought provoked a pulsating pang to resonate throughout your entire body. A pang filled with grief and sadness. Anger and hurt. You missed his sun-kissed face on the sunny mornings. You missed his eyes and how they gazed at you from across the room. You missed the smiles and laughter he would only show for you and you alone. The sense of glee and euphoria that came with that honour. Yet all of it was gone and there was no way you could get it back.

The memories of what had been triggered more waterworks. Hot, salty tears dug at the corners of your eyes and trickled down your face. Your motionless car concealed your cries and sobs. Every thrash against the wheel as you questioned to nobody in particular what went wrong and why. How you didn't see the signs sooner. What you could have done better. When he stopped loving you. If he ever planned to stop loving you. Whether it would have hurt more if you found out sooner.

All these questions with nothing to answer them.

Katsuki Bakugou had always fascinated you. From the very moment you met. You accompanied your friend on a double date, and he was the guy who she matched for you. Whilst he originally acted as though a blind date was the last place he wanted to be, underneath the aggression you could tell there was something much more genuine and true.

And your assumptions were correct. Truth be told, Katsuki Bakugou was one of the most genuine and truest people you had met (at the time). Once it was just the two of you, he allowed his true colours to unveil. Through the smallest of kind gestures that still haunted your mind to this day. Then upon confrontation, as you bid each other goodbye at your back door, his denial resulted in a flirtatious contest which then proceeded to an intimate night that changed your life forever. From there your mind was set.

He was the one.

Emphasis on was.

So blinded with a fairy tale love you grew so accustomed to, you never saw it coming. Never in your two-year relationship - that had so much strength and commitment built on top of it, never did you think that Katsuki Bakugou would throw it all out of the window like it was nothing. Disregard your loyalty and adoration for a drunken one night stand that slowly became an occasional hookup. Which soon became a mandatory pastime once a fortnight. Then twice. Maybe more than that. You wouldn't put it past him with what you knew now.

He kept it from you for nearly six months. Six months. The only reason you discovered his lies and deception was because you were let off early one night from work. You worked a night shift, see. Your last job had fallen to shambles, and it was temporary whilst you searched for a new one. And whilst that did take a toll on your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou, mostly finding time for intimacy since his working hours were during the day, none of that gave him any right to go and do what he did.

That wasn't one of the only reasons, you knew that for sure. There were other motives for his lack of loyalty. But you were never told. After you froze at the sight of another woman under his hold and stormed straight back to your car to flee. After he chased you down the flights of stairs in nothing but baggy pants into the streets of a twilight Musutafu. After you screamed into the darkness and belted your fists against his chest. Fists that were driven with rage and hurt and every emotion that burned like the hottest of fires and froze like the coldest of ice. He never even told you. He never made an effort to address it. Nor had he attempted to call or even try to visit your Mom's house - where you stayed as you searched for a permanent place to live. Just because you retreated for your car and cried that it was over, he never tried. But that didn't mean you weren't allowed an explanation. An apology. Something to give you a form of closure and a reason to move on. But you never did.

That wasn't even what hurt the most, either.

As silly as it was, the thing that hurt you the most was the very car you sat in.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO . . .

The red glow of traffic lights hit Katsuki's vermilion irises as he stared dead ahead at the long line of vehicles, the ash-blond heaving a sigh into the air. His finger tapped impatiently against the steering wheel he gripped with one hand, the spare rested casually against your upper thigh affectionately.

"I can't believe we have to sit through this torture just to go to some damn party," Katsuki grumbled, taking a glance over at you. His brows furrowed when he met you peacefully slouched down, nose dug into your phone as you presumably played some sort of game to pass the time. Like you had no care in the world for your predicament.

"It's your best friend's birthday, love," You mused back, Katsuki surprised you even listened based on your focused expression directed towards your phone. "It's not like we can just miss it,"

"Yeah, but we could have missed all this pain by taking the train instead of driving across town during rush hour,"

"Trains are icky, the seats would have ruined your suit and my dress," You pointed out, looking at the blond over your screen, sending him a sweet smile. He cocked a brow, a smirk creeping its way onto his lips as a scoff of a laugh broke out between them.

"Right, and laying down like a sloth is gonna help keep your dress uncreased?" He returned, amused at your realisation. At his comment, you sat up faintly and pouted your lip.

"Driving means more time to play Gravity Pops, and so does traffic,"

"Seriously? That's the game you're playing? You're such a dumbass,"

"Yes! I'm in the top 11% globally! I need to get to number one!" Was your protest, your arms flailing ahead of you briefly for dramatic emphasis. Katsuki clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, though the small smile plastered over his lips betrayed his initial reaction. Unable to deny your determination, he spoke with confidence and almost a sense of pride.

"Number one, hm? Clearly rubbing off on you aren't I?"

"In a way, yes,"

"That's my girl," Katsuki remarked, earning a giggle from you that was uplifting to hear. It was there your attention went back to your phone, but Katsuki wasn't done. "So, speaking of cars, Y/N," Hearing his chosen tone - which sounded suggestive, you eyed him closely. Hesitant to reply as you had a sense of what he planned to say.

"...Yes?"

"Have you thought any more about getting your driver's license yet?"

Called it.

"...No,"

"What?" Katsuki began, tilting his head. He was surprised that he felt surprised. You had said those words in regards to this topic countless times. Still, he persisted. "Is that a no meaning you haven't or no meaning that you don't want to?"

"Both?" You half-guessed, sheepishly grinning at the look you were sent. "Look, cars scare me okay? And so do roads. And people. My nerves wouldn't be able to handle it! I can barely communicate with people face to face, so me being on the road is a recipe for disaster!"

"I know but -," Katsuki exhaled sharply, understanding your reasoning. You had voiced these concerns when confiding to Katsuki about your fears of the road. Something built and corrupted from social media as well as phobias and fears in general, it was a battle you had yet to overcome. You wanted to drive but was terrified of messing up or causing chaos on the road. Potentially inflicting harm to someone and yourself. You still weren't sure what triggered it all, but over the years it had manifested into something quite irrational, to say the least. Katsuki had been supportive of it and whilst he truly would love to always act as your personal taxi - you couldn't hide from it forever. It wasn't his job to keep you in your comfort zone. That, and he couldn't always be there for you that way. What if he was miles away and you had somewhere urgent to go like the hospital? "It's not as scary as you think. I know it's hard to believe that but seriously. The freedom you get from driving is amazing,"

"I'll think about it a little longer, okay?" You said with hesitancy, looking at Katsuki for a sign of confirmation. He nodded in defeat, knowing you probably needed more time and felt put on the spot. So he averted his eyes back to the road to check if the traffic had moved at all. It had not.

"Okay," Katsuki said. "But I can't be your taxi service forever,"

"But I like you being my taxi service," You jokingly said, a little sadness in your tone. "Your road rage is funny and I like watching you get out of the car and walk to my door after pulling up in my driveway,"

"What do you mean?" Katsuki asked, catching the twitch of a smile on your face upon saying those words. It struck his interest in what you could mean.

"You know, like when you say you're coming to pick me up?" You explained. "You pull up at my driveway and I don't know... simple things like that just remind me of how much I love you. It's dumb really, but it's important to me,"

"Really?" Katsuki questioned in disbelief. How something so small and meaningless could mean so much was puzzling. He couldn't understand why it was so special to you. But that didn't invalidate it in any shape or form. So he pushed that aside, replacing his wonder with gratitude. He returned to your bashful and flustered features, feeling a smile grow on his face.

"Yeah," You said, shrugging to downplay your words. "I love you. Stuff like that means a lot to me,"

"I love you too, even though you're a dumbass," Katsuki said, humbled by what you had said. The two of you shared a gentle exchange, your hand grabbing hold of Katsuki's as you gave it a squeeze. He squeezed back, and silence ensued. Had he realised such a thing sooner, then Katsuki would have pulled up in your driveway much more than he had been doing. But at that a thought struck his mind, victoriously smirking as he had an idea on how to potentially sway your worries. Or begin swaying it. Something was better than nothing, after all. "But what if I wanted you to pull up in my driveway one day?" His words caused you to look over at him in curiosity, hearing the seriousness in the question. It caught you off guard momentarily, having to contemplate as you gradually concluded that he had a point.

"Well one day, maybe I will," You vaguely replied and sat up a little bit. The hand holding yours pulled back and lifted to land on your shoulder, gripping reassuringly tight.

"I hope you do, I'd like to get in on this driveway action," He joked and smirked, faith riddled in his expression. You giggled ever so slightly, tempted to lean forward and peck Katsuki on the lips in thanks, but never a thing was to happen as the alerting red light from outside switched to warm amber.

"Ah!" Katsuki yelled in triumph, his attention leaving you swiftly as he got back into the driver's seat. Giving you no opportunity to respond to him and overall ruining the moment. "Took fucking long enough!"

The light turned green, and he set the car in motion, leaving you with your thoughts and the words he had uttered that day as the traffic stood still.

All your efforts, all your time devoted to getting over your fear of driving and the road as a whole... all of it was pointless. You did it for him. You promised him you would overcome your fears and better yourself. He built that motivation up brick by brick until you could grab hold and seize control. He wasted all that time to get you to reach such a stepping stone only to abandon it once it was through.

Just so you could pull up in his driveway, just like he requested. And what did you get in return when you finally did? A stab in the back and the loss of your other half.

You wiped your eyes via the sleeve of your hoodie, dampening the cuffs. Sniffling and exhaling a shaky breath, your gaze landed on nothing in particular. Yet somewhere within your clouded mind, you found interest. As that was where your gaze remained for a certain amount of time. You weren't sure how long exactly. It could have felt like an hour and only been five minutes. Or it could have felt like five minutes and was actually an entire hour. Either way, the clock ticked on and didn't wait for you to stop.

It was a good thing you had pushed your fears down and rose above them. It just pained you that you didn't even do it for yourself. Without Katsuki Bakugou, you never had any intentions of doing so. As a matter of fact, you had set out to take the train or bus for the rest of your life. Hell, you were going to use a bike and scooter if you got desperate. Had he even acknowledged how much work you put in just to get where you were? Was all that effort part of the reason why he decided to cheat? There was absolutely no telling. Absolutely no telling at all.

You wondered what he was doing now. Was he laid in bed resting peacefully? Out with his friends for a boy's night only? Maybe cooking his favourite curry? Possibly on a late-night jog despite the harsh weather? It never stopped him other times.

Did he ever think about you? Regret what he did and the actions he took? Had he ever considered apologising? Would he ever apologise? What if he was celebrating the fact you were no longer in his life? Had there ever been any love there for you in the start? Did he ever actually want you to get your driver's license because he believed in you? Or was it so he could get rid of you with much more ease? Make his departure less severe and less selfish? A way to justify his choices because it's not like you were hopelessly left to suffer everyday life now that you had a means of transport. Was he really that cruel?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sharp jingle of your phone, the device lighting up as it sat in the passenger seat to your left. It took two or three rings for you to glance over at it, E/C eyes sore and drained from crying out. You squinted them to read the caller, seeing the name 'Work' fade in and out on the brightly lit screen. For a second or two you argued back and forth on whether to even bother picking up. Something about reaching across for your phone requiring a magnitude of energy you no longer possessed. Having spent it all on your cries of agony and the deprivation of your old life as a whole.

However, you had ignored your work in the last couple of weeks too many times now. So many times that pulling the same stunt again would probably risk you losing your job. It's not like your work was interested in why you felt such overwhelming pain... all they cared about was you turning up to do what you were hired to.

So using a forceful hand, you leaned over to pick it up. You fumbled to grip your phone and accepted the call with a dainty tap of your thumb. Then you blinked away your tears and subtly sniffed, pressing your phone to your ear to address the caller.

"Hello?" You practically croaked, quick to clear your throat and push any signs of upset down. It was presumably dry from how much you'd cried in the last two hours.

"L/N! Hey! Glad you finally picked up!" Unlike the droll and unvarying tones of your boss, the person on the other end was much more lively and greeting. So much so you could only assume it was none other than your work colleague, Etsuko. Probably the only person you genuinely liked where you worked, and the only person who made the time pass by faster. "I was worried you were gonna leave me on answer phone again,"

"Hm, what? Oh right. Yeah. Sorry about that. Haven't been feeling too great," You lied, even though it wasn't a complete fib. You hadn't been feeling great at all. You had never felt so rock bottom. It all just originated from your mind over anything else. But when did work care about that?

"Sounds like it, I hope you've been okay!" Still cheery as ever, Etsuko followed up with a laugh to fill the silence you created by not saying anything. "Is everything well? It's nothing serious, is it?"

"No. It's not. Just some dumb cold I caught," You excused. "I'm better now, though," Slouching down in your seat, you decided to ask the question that had been roaming your mind the last minute or so. "So why are you calling?"

"Oh, right!" Etsuko said. "Mr Kobashigawa was just wondering when you planned on coming back - for schedule reasons and to get people to fill in for your shifts,"

"I er...," Not entirely sure how to answer, you stuttered as your words cowered away in your attempt to speak. "I don't -,"

"It's okay, he doesn't need an answer yet," Etsuko reassured. "Maybe in the next day or two, though? He wasn't really specific, being honest,"

You sighed at the guilt brewing in your stomach. You weren't even sick for crying out loud! Why were you lying just so you could wallow in your own sadness?! Like that was going to change anything! Sitting around and crying wasn't going to give you what you wanted. You weren't getting him back. Katsuki Bakugou wasn't yours anymore. He made that clear by cheating. By making minimal effort to give you an explanation. By causing you so much pain with little care or concern. Why couldn't you get it through your thick skull that your feelings didn't matter anymore?! That they were being wasted on a lost cause. A lost relationship!

"Well I mean -," You started, running a hand through your hair as you tread carefully on your words. "I could come in tonight? Has Mr Kobashigawa got someone to fill for me yet?"

"Um... no? I don't think so?" Etsuko answered, uncertainty in her voice. "Let me go check. Be right back!" And with that, the line fell dead. The call didn't end, just Etsuko placing the phone down to get an answer for you. Leaving you all by your lonesome once more.

Reflecting, you could see the logic in your thoughts. The best course of action would be to hold your head up high and live life the way it was before. When you were happy. Just... excluding the factors that actually made you happy. Which was him. Wouldn't that be healthier than crying all the time?

Yes, it would. But was it what you wanted? Not really.

"L/N!" The voice in your ear startled you to the point you nearly dropped your phone, panicking through a gasp as you fiddled to grab hold of it again.

"Wa-! Careful you nearly scared me half to death!"

"Oops, sorry!" Etsuko giggled softy, sounding as perky as ever. "I'm just excited to tell you that nobody's filling in your shift! You can still come in for ten-thirty!"

"I-I can?" You asked. After an upbeat 'yeah!' filtered through your ears, you considered your options. Remaining in the serene, quiet confines of your car with only the downfall of rain to accompany you sounded like utter bliss, given how you felt. But you felt an internal kick up the backside which told you - no... demanded you to just get over this moping attitude of yours and look on the bright side. To get over the lack of closure and simply... move on.

Yeah... if he found out you were an utter train wreck thanks to the damage he inflicted; Katsuki Bakugou would probably revel in it. He had a history of gaining pleasure from other's misfortunes... or it was rumoured he did (during his younger years, anyway). You had never wanted to believe it but you couldn't find a reason to refute it anymore. After all you had been through, it seemed to fit his character and personality more than ever. So with that fact apparent, you held a firm forefront and searched for a determined tone, and made your answer to your friend.

"You betcha I'm coming in! I'll see you in half an hour!"

Too enthusiastic? Probably. Still, it was better than acting pessimistic and hopeless. No matter, however, because that was exactly the attitude Etsuko had been hoping for.

"Alrighty!" She exclaimed, smile audible in her voice from the other end. "I can't wait to get our dynamic duo going again! I've missed you!"

"Yeah, me too, 'Suko," You hummed in agreement.

"Great! Catch ya later my partner in crime,"

"Heh. You too, dumbass," You found a reason to smile from her childish behaviour, though your choice of wording seemed to hit a nerve. It did more than that, it practically reverted all that confidence and progress you had made in the last ten minutes of being on the phone. All from one innocent word that escaped your lips.

Dumbass.

That's what he used to call you.

The phone call had ended without you even noticing, your phone still pressed to your ear as a small buzz sounded into it. You stared dead ahead, flashes of all the times he had said that word to you running through your memory. It was his form of a pet name. Some might see it as a little degrading on the surface, but you never minded. Once you learned the deeper meaning of the name, it became something equivalent to the likes of 'Sunshine' or 'Angel'. If anything, you ended up preferring it to those sorts of nicknames. Hence why Katsuki Bakugou had called you it on so many occasions.

No. Stop it. You can't let something like that bother you. Not after the efforts you just went to. Stop. Shaking yourself out of it, you returned to reality and permitted your phone to drop onto your lap. Your hand once holding it gripped onto your steering wheel, the other following shortly behind to do the same.

"I love you too, even if you're a dumbass,"

That rung in your head one final time, tormenting and mocking your present. The things you'd be willing to do to hear him say that to you one last time...

"No," You firmly shook your head, banging it lightly against the headrest to return yourself to reality. An attempt to knock those words to the back of your mind where you could lock them in a securely tight safe for the rest of eternity. "Just... just don't think about it. Easy. Just focus on what you're doing now," You reached for your keys which sat in the ignition, taking hold and turning them ever so slightly. Your car stirred to life, engine rumbling and the dials lighting up in a form of warm greeting. "You're going to work. No more feeling sorry for yourself,"

No more feeling sorry for yourself.

Your eyes set themselves on the road ahead. The vacant, dark and solitary road that didn't wait for you to make your decision. Life moved on after all, so if you were going to do anything - it was to catch up and take the winning lead.

So despite your circumstances; your inner desires and wishes and begs for what you wanted back but to no avail would ever get, you pulled out of your parking space (which had long exceeded the time limit, thankfully nobody was around to see) that drowned in pitiful rains of the night, and began to make your way down the street. In search of a place better than the one you were trapped in.

An endless road that wasn't all that clear, you were going to tackle it. Not for anyone else, unlike the last time you met difficulty and hardships. No, no, no. This time it was for your sake. All the mental energy to recover and become a better version of yourself, in the endgame it was all for you. You could push past all the deceit and lies you had been told and you could push past your normality which was him. Katsuki Bakugou. The man that hurt you as nobody had ever done before. You could create new normality without him.

A thought of forever he created and destroyed, resorted to driving alone past his street, never to be thought of again.

[h2bakugou]

Your work is amazing! Can you write about a fem reader that doesn’t go to UA but has been dating Bakugo since Junior High and one day she decides to visit him at the dorms and no one in class 1-A knows they are dating so when they see her some of the guys flirt with her and Bakugo sees what all the commotion is all about and gets possessive? ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ Sorry if it’s a long request.

a/n: thank you so much!! of course! this is cute! we love bakubaby. i’m in the middle of fixing my sleep schedule, we’re getting there!

summary: you’ve been dating bakugou since junior high. you don’t attend u.a but you decide to go visit your boyfriend for a bit. unbeknownst to him, he hears so commotion and decides to check it out.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, 16+ some suggestive touchy shit

wordcount: 1k

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You’ve been with Bakugou since your third year in junior high. It was funny how the two of you had come to be, and it boggled everyone around you. You seemed to have some arbitrary relationship.

But you loved Bakugou. And your friends that knew of your relationship considered the two of you to be endgame. They really couldn’t see Bakugou tolerating anyone as much as he did you.

Pulling his sweater on over your shoulders, you grabbed your wallet, phone, and lanyard that held the keycard to your dorms and headed out. You didn’t attend U.A. with your boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t go visit him.

You’d already made the plan to surprise Bakugou prior to today. You’d contacted the principal and asked for permission to come onto campus, providing all of your identification and such.

So you took the train toward U.A., excited to see Bakugou again. You made time to see each other frequently, usually arranging something every month, spending time on days-off or on weekends. Of course, you gave him space when he asked for it as he did for you.

You found yourself always video-calling him, enjoying the sound of his voice while he pressured you to finish your homework before falling asleep. Despite a little distance separating you, you always found time and ways to talk or see each other.

Finally arriving at your station, you only had about a fifteen minute walk and then you’d be at the gates of U.A., your lovely boyfriend awaiting you, unknowingly on his end.

You’d picked a day that they weren’t too busy, opting to surprise him after classes had ended. It would be sweet for the both of you, and a bit of a different speed since he wasn’t really expecting you.

Your legs moved you forward with each stride, only bringing you closer and closer to your goal. And before you knew it, you were admitted onto the campus, thankful that they had kept up their end of the bargain with allowing you a temporary admission.

Following the directions you’d been giving, you wound up at the 1-A Alliance dormitory, you marched up the stairs, excitement bubbling inside of you. 

The cold breeze of the air-conditioned building almost swept you away, but the dozen or so pairs of eyes on you gave you a different feeling.

“Woah who’s she?”

“She’s really cute!”

“You think she’s single?”

“Beautiful, succulent, tender, full-”

The sound of a purple haired, if you could call the balls on his head hair, boy getting smacked caused a few laughs around the room. You examined further before sinking.

“Is ‘Suki around?” You questioned innocently, half expecting him to be sitting down where everyone else was, but to your avail, your (e/c) hadn’t seen the spikey blonde boy anywhere.

“Forget this Suki guy, can I get to know you?” A yellow haired guy with an interesting black lighting-shaped strand of hair approached you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Uhm actually-”

“She really is pretty.” A straight black haired guy spoke, his odd elbows resembling that of rolls of duct tape. 

“I know right!” A red-haired male which you could distinctly recall Bakugou naming shitty-hair.

“Shitty hair!” You smiled, removing yourself from under the yellow-haired boy, rushing over to the redhead.

“Hey! Only-”

“What the fuck is- (Y/n)?” Bakugou’s voice rips through the air. You snap your head back toward him and smile.

Darting over, you open your arms and jump into his, instinctively he catches you.

“Suki!” Your smile seems to spread to his lips in the tiniest bit, hidden by your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Shut up! Don’t call me that.” He mumbles, his cheeks tinting red from embarrassment. He holds you close and eventually sets you down, watching as everyone in his class is now staring at the two of you.

“Don’t tell me-”

“What the fuck are you all staring at!” Bakugou yells, causing you to giggle.

“They don’t know do they?” You whisper, watching as Bakugou frowns. He shakes his head and groans.

“This is my...” Bakugou pauses, frustrated.

“This is my girlfriend and if any of you even think to make a move on her I’ll kill you-”

“He won’t do that, he’s actually a big softie-”

“Shut up!” Bakugou picks you back up, carrying you back to his room, leaving the crowd of his classmates awestruck by the fact that Katsuki Bakugou had a girlfriend.

Tossing you down onto his bed, Bakugou hovers over you with a half smile on his lips.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming by.” Bakugou wasn’t hurt by the fact that you hadn’t told him, but he was confused as to why you hadn’t.

“Well that’s the point of a surprise.” You pulled him down on top of you, your lips meeting his.

What was just a simple kiss turned into a make-out, making up for the dozens of kisses you’d sent over text. 

Only stopping to catch your breath, you kept this up for a few minutes. Bakugou’s hands wanted to wander, and they did. Bakugou pulled away and stared into your eyes.

“Stupid dunce-face tried to pull a move on you didn’t he?” He growled, his lips lowering to your neck as he pulled his own sweater down over your shoulders.

“The yellow haired- Suki!” You giggled, Bakugou finding your sweet spot beginning to kiss and nip at it.

“You’re mine. All mine, babygirl.” He whispered against your skin.

“I know!” Your breath was jagged as your hands tangled into his blonde locks. Bakugou’s hands traveled up your, his, sweater, teasingly rubbing circles into your skin. 

“Fuck, I love you so much.” Bakugou pulled away, his vermilion eyes staring back into your (e/c) ones. You smile and sit up, Bakugou raising to sit on your lap.

“I love you too, my king explosion murder.” You tease his goofy hero name, watching as he smirked before you.

“How long do you have here?” Bakugou asked, his hands crawling back out from under your sweater, teasingly playing at the hem.

“Someone’s horny-”

Bakugou’s lips attacked your neck again, not bothering to hear your response.

Needless to say, the two of you enjoyed the surprise visit. It was just the right amount of time to spend with each other, even if all you did was make out. 

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[oikawaplssteponme]

Hey babeee can you do bakugou with a reader who suffers from ocd? He notices her obsessing over stuff, doing it over again , or having strange rituals and obsessions,like avoiding certain stuff for no reason and he can’t help but ask what’s wrong ? I hope this isn’t disturbing, I’m suffering from it for years and I want some comfort thank youuuu 🌸

hi love!! thank you for sending this in💕i did some ocd research so i hope i portrayed it correctly :) i hope you like it and that it brings you the comfort you were looking for💕 you deserve the world

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Notes

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

warnings: swearing

genre: comfort/fluff

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You rested your head on Bakugou’s chest as you laid on his bed. He had his laptop placed on his legs as the both of you watched a movie. You tended to tap your fingers every so often to release some anxiety that it caused you. He didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just you trying to keep yourself awake for the movie.

“You can sleep if you want dumbass. I know it’s late,” he said. You looked at him, shaking your head quickly.

“No, no I’m okay.”

You had these little obsessions you just couldn’t help. You felt as though you had to do them or else something awful would happen. You’ve been told a million times before that nothing would, however your brain thought otherwise.

As the credits rolled, you sat up from Bakugou’s bed as you should be heading back to your own room. He got up too, stretching and yawning. He went over to his desk, grabbing a sticky note and a pen. He wrote a few words on it and folded it up, handing it to you.

“Don’t open it until you leave,” he insisted. You nodded.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow dumbass,” he said. Bakugou opened the door for you before kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight,” you smiled. He closed the door for you. You stared at the doorknob, before twisting it twice to the left and twice to the right. You then headed back to your room, doing the same as you opened the door.

You sat on your bed and opened up the note.

‘I like the new perfume you got’

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet note. You then placed it carefully in your designated box of Bakugou’s notes. He wasn’t the best with face to face compliments yet, so he wrote you a lot of small notes. You kept each one. Even the ones that had no message and had poorly drawn pictures on them. You kept them all.

Bakugou’s notes soon became a stress reliever for you. Calming you down or providing you with a sense of relief.

You and Bakugou had only been dating for a few weeks so it was a fairly new relationship. Things were easy with him. Bakugou is a very observant guy, so he noticed anytime you repeated something or obsessed over something. He hadn’t mentioned it to you though, since again this was a new relationship. He didn’t want to scare you off with questions.

You hadn’t told him about your OCD either. Afraid that he would find it strange and you’d scare him off.

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You went about your school day as you always did. Attempting to avoid the things that caused you stress and doing whatever you needed to ensure yourself that you were okay, even if the relief was temporary.

When classes ended, you sat with Bakugou in the library. You had perfectly organized your supplies and notebooks before you. Bakugou looked at your setup and smiled.

“Hey dumbass?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow a pen?”

You nodded, picking out a black inked pen. You clicked it three times before handing it to Bakugou. He raised a brow.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Oh-uh- no reason...” you said nervously. Bakugou chuckled to himself and went back to his work. You picked up your pen again, clicking it three times before writing again.

Bakugou nudged your foot under the table with his, trying to get your attention. You pretended to ignore him, holding back your smile. He picked up the pen you had given him and ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook. He began to write something on it.

He threw the tiny paper at you, then went back to work as if he hadn’t done anything. You smiled and opened up the little note.

‘You look pretty’

You looked at Bakugou, who now paid you no attention. You put the sweet note in your backpack, where you would then put in your box.

Bakugou smirked at you as you put the note away. His cheeks flushing a little pink. He never understood why you liked his notes so much but he liked that you did.

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You walked with Bakugou back to the dorms. He had offered that the two of you watched another movie and you didn’t oblige.

You plopped onto Bakugou’s bed as he grabbed his laptop. He laid down next to you, putting his arm around you.

“Hey can I ask you something?” said Bakugou. You nodded.

“Well I’ve just noticed that you like to do things in a very specific way or a certain number of times...is everything okay? It just seems like you get stressed out over certain stuff.”

Your heart stopped. You tried to calm down your breathing, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Hey it’s okay... I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” said Bakugou, now looking a bit nervous. You sat up and looked at him. You pressed your palms together.

Bakugou carefully took your hands, sandwiching them between his.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. You sighed.

“I don’t want you to think...”

“Y/N, you can tell me. I’m not gonna think poorly of you for whatever reason,” he reassured you.

“I-uh- I have OCD,” you said. Bakugou smiled, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. He kissed your hands.

“Okay.”

“O-Okay? You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. I know you can’t help it. I just want to make sure you’re alright,” he smiled. You let out a sigh of relief.

“I was worried you’d get weirded out or something and break up with me...”

“Come on dumbass. What kind of a guy would I be if I broke up with you for something like that? I love every bit of you, even if you don’t.”

Your face turned warm and you smiled. You pulled Bakugou towards you for a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back.

“Mind telling me what some of the things you have to do are? Just so I know how I could help or stuff to avoid?” he asked. You pulled away from the hug and nodded.

“Sure,” you smiled. Bakugou laid back down with you, having you rest on his chest.

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You had written down all your little obsessions for Katsuki on a small note. He made a copy of it for good measure. He pinned the original above his desk and kept the other in his pocket at all times. He kept an eye on you, there to comfort you if things ever got too much or stick up for you if others questioned you. He never wanted you to feel bad about your OCD, so he handled you with care. Always supplying you with little notes as sweet reminders of how much he loved and cared for you. Even though he had gotten better at the face to face compliments, you liked his notes, and he liked writing them.

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CHAPTER 10:

"You look nice, Deku" Uraraka smiled, her hands held behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet in a childish manner, looking at her green haired friend. "Is there anyone in particular you're trying to impress?" she gave him a knowing look that Izuku stuttered and blushed to.

"No! O-of course not" he immediately denied and averted his eyes when that only seemed to make Uraraka's smirk widen. Izuku knew he was a terrible liar and Uraraka could be very scary sometimes. "But um, hypothetically speaking.. if I /were/ trying to impress someone- which I'm not- but hypothetically speaking do you think they'll.. you know. Be impressed? Hypothetically."

Uraraka looked her friend up and down. Izuku's fashion sense has definitely improved since the beginning of their first year. Both Tsuyu and herself had made sure to teach Deku and Todoroki a thing or two about dressing themselves since they were completely clueless sometimes. Midoriya was wearing brown, cuffed corduroy pants with a forest green oversized short sleeve button up, a lighter green long sleeve underneath that to create layers. The red shoes were never going away though and Uraraka gave up in trying to get him to wear another pair of shoes. He looked good and Uraraka noticed how his hair was a bit neater too so he obviously put a bit of extra effort into trying to style his curls. In fact, looking around the common room it seemed that Deku wasn't the only one who put a little extra effort into their appearance today. Half the boys there looked like they were going off to a party instead of a casual class outing. Even Iida looked like he was trying out a new hairstyle. No glasses either.

"Umm, Uraraka-san?" Izuku waved his hand in front of the girl's face to get her attention. She zoned out for a bit there and she blinked, turning to face him again.

"Oh, right! Well, /hypothetically speaking/ right?" she smiled and he nodded, "I think they'll be very impressed." Deku beamed and her eyes shifted to Todoroki who was just arriving downstairs. "Oh, look! There's Todoroki-kun. Let's go talk" she grabbed Deku's hand in hers and took him with her. He looked very good! Todoroki's aesthetic was more of a simplistic/classy style with neutral colors. This time he decided to switch it up and was wearing a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, loose fitting pale blue and white striped dress shirt over that. He had black jeans and white sneakers too. He looked very good. "Oooo~ is there anyone /you're/ trying to impress, Todoroki-kun?" Ochako teased.

"Yes."

Ochako didn't expect such a direct answer but giggled anyway at her blunt friend. Deku on the other hand didn't find it as funny.

"Is Bakugou here yet?" Shoto changed the subject and looked around the common room but didn't spot the explosion quirk user anywhere. He felt a little disappointed.

"No, Kacchan isn't here. Neither is Kirishima-kun" Izuku really tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone. He knew that they were best friends but did they really have to be glued at the hip 24/7? Deku doesn't like the way he starts to feel when he thinks of those two together but he can't help it.

"Oh" Shoto mumbled. There was an awkward silence where no one said anything for a few seconds until Uraraka couldn't stand it and broke it.

"So how are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Are you still tired or are you feeling a bit better from earlier?" Ochako questioned. That got Izuku's attention and he turned to Todoroki with a curious expression. Was he sick? Todoroki didn't mention anything to him today. He wondered why he didn't tell him.

"I feel better, thank you. I'm excited to be going out with my friends" he smiled briefly and Izuku returned it. After that things started to go back to normal as they talked about what stores they wanted to go to and if they had anything in particular they wanted to buy. The common room was filled with brief conversation before the 'ding' of the elevator was heard and everyone turned to look at a nervous Kirishima standing on the far opposite side of a bored looking Bakugou. Izuku felt a knot form in his throat and Todoroki felt his heart skip a beat, their faces heating up a little at what girl Kacchan was wearing. He looked good. Hell, even if he was in his normal body and wore that he'd look good.

"You're here!" Mina rushed forward to hug her two friends in a crushing hug which Kirishima gladly returned. The girls may or may not be feeling smug at how everyone reacted to seeing Bakugou. Yeah, they did that.

"I said I would go with you extras, didn't I? Now let go, pinky" Bakugou groaned. She smiled wide before stepping back.

"This'll be so much fun!" Mina jumped up and down.

"Everyone please form a single file line for attendance! As class president I must make sure everyone is accounted for before we vacate school grounds" Iida made sure to grab everyone's attention by speaking loud and clear as well as waving his arms about. Where he pulled the clipboard from no one knows but Iida started to check off names in the class roster to submit to Aizawa sensei once they come back in a few hours. "Alright. Everyone is here. We can go now" he nodded in confirmation.

The class had to take the bus to go to the mall so Iida stayed by the door until everyone was inside before going in himself. Bakugou was planning to sit with Kirishima but the redhead as soon as he was in the bus went and sat beside Sero instead. Katsuki was confused since they always sit together and even Sero was looking between the pair in confusion. "You don't mind, right Bakubro?" Kirishima awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Bakugou just shrugged and moved on to find an empty seat to which Kirishima let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"What was that?" Sero questioned once Bakugou was out of earshot.

"What was what?" Kirishima turned to him.

"That. You always sit with Bakugou so why all of a sudden did you decide to sit next to me? I don't mind but I was a little caught off guard, man. You know, you've been acting weird ever since the night we played games in my room. Is everything cool?" Sero had an idea of what was happening but he wanted to hear it from Kiri himself.

"Yeah, everything's good. I just need to sort some things out for myself first" he explained and Sero nodded, leaving it at that. Kirishima appreciated that about Sero. He knew if it was Mina or Kaminari they wouldn't stop pestering him about it. Kirishima just wanted some time to hopefully figure out why he was all of a sudden feeling so weird around Katsuki.

On the other end of the bus, towards the back, Bakugou found an empty seat. Everyone else seemed to be already sitting with someone else but he didn't really mind it. Once seated, Bakugou put his elbow up on the edge of the window and looked outside. He felt someone slightly tap his shoulder though and looked up to a shy Koda. 'May I sit here?' he signed and Bakugou raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and signed back 'go for it' and Koda smiled a little, quickly sitting down beside Bakugou. Aizawa did mention that because of his quirk, he may experience hearing loss in the future if he didn't take the proper precautions so Bakugou has been taking JSL classes from Koda since the beginning of their second year and developed a somewhat mutual understanding with the guy. He really wasn't all that bad, just a little quiet. And while they weren't friends friends, Bakugou knew that if he ever needed a quiet place to study or just hang out for a bit without talking, he could go to Koda's room. The same went for Bakugou. If Koda ever wanted to spar or wanted pointers to help in improving his fighting skills, Bakugou is available.

Now that everyone had a seat, the bus began to move. The ride was going to take approximately fifteen to twenty minutes so he just wanted to use the break to relax. Bakugou could tell Koda wanted to say something based on the way he would look at him every few minutes but then look away though. "What is it?" he finally asked a little less than halfway into the trip and Koda shook his head. "I know you want to say something, now what is it?"

Koda looked hesitant at first but then signed 'how are you feeling?' with a sincere look. Maybe if it was someone else Bakugou would have told them off for getting into his business but Koda was someone who earned his respect and admiration throughout their time together in UA and who he saw as an equal.

"Why do you ask?" he asked instead, a bit defensive, and Koda responded by signing 'this is a big change and I was just wondering how you were doing.' Bakugou shrugged. "It isn't something I can't handle. Besides, today is the last day of the quirk so I should be back to normal by tomorrow morning" Bakugou mumbled, adding in a "thanks" as an afterthought. Honestly speaking, Koda has been the only one who's asked him how he felt about this whole quirk situation. The rest of his classmates all just seemed to be having fun with it and while he didn't mind, it was nice to be asked.

'You're always welcome to come hang out with me and my bunny if you ever need quiet time,' Koda offered. 'He told me he misses the angry blonde boy with the warm hands" he joked. Bakugou smirked a little with a "tch, sure whatever. Tell 'im I miss the furball too" leaving his lips. After that Bakugou and Koda fell into a comfortable silence where Bakugou closed his eyes to rest for the few minutes they had left on the bus ride.

Everyone else in class 3-A never thought they'd see the day where they all wished they were in Koda's place. The anivoice boy was sitting perfectly still so as to not wake the pretty blonde that had leaned his head on the other's shoulder sometime along the trip and was now sleeping peacefully on him.

[word count: 1775]

( this fan art isn't in correlation with the story chapter but oH MY GOD LOOK HOW PRETTY GIRL BAKUGOU IS- 😩)

[notchesandbullets]

Gifts From the Heart (Soft!Ojiro x Wolf!Reader)

Art credit: Pixiv ID 4177162

Requested by anon: Saw the word Ojiro, came running. Can I request fluffy, wholesome Ojiro x Fem!Reader where Ojiro makes the reader a gift?

A/N: This is a chapter from my unpublished Ojiro x reader book that will be uploaded all at once very soon xD. Stay tuned!! there needs to be more ojiro content out there, this boy is so underrated

[anon, i got so carried away the full fanfic is at 50k words and its climbing im so sorry it took me so long to post what you requested, it spurred on my creativity and now i have a fanfic sitting in my docs waiting to be shown to the world lol]

✨Edit: this is part 10 of Ojiro’s fanfic series titled “Saving Her”. Masterlist for it found here!! ✨

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It was a lazy Sunday and everyone was lounging around the Heights Alliance dormitory. Aoyama was sitting at one of the tables with Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka, serving hors d’oeuvres.

It made a great accompaniment to Yaoyorozu’s herbal tea. 

Ojiro gathered what he would need in order to make you your gift. It was almost done, but it was missing a few key finishing touches.

Throughout the time you had spent with them, he had found himself growing more and more attached to you and given your past, he wanted to show you just how much you were welcome here.

Alright, maybe it was a little bit more than that. Maybe it was more along the lines of wanting to confess to you badly, but if he went in with that idea, he was sure he would get rejected. Not to mention, he lacked the courage.

He had roped in the assistance of Yaoyorozu and Hagakure. They were the only ones who knew of his feelings and his plan for your gift, but they roped in the rest of the girls to keep you distracted while he put his plan into motion.

He had been surprised when Hagakure suggested it to him, since he wasn’t able to get you anything from that day at the mall when you all went. You didn’t want anything but what once was bewildering gave him an idea for your next present.

He was the only one who hadn’t gotten you anything, desperately wanting it to be perfect before he gave it to you. 

His lack of creativity was soon solved by one simple thing as his eyes fell on what you had discarded on his bed the day before.

While you were distracted by the girls upstairs, he got to work. Pushing up his sleeves alongside Sato and Koda, he started to prepare what he needed.

Meanwhile, you were having a blast.

Yaoyorozu was teaching you how to braid your own hair so it wouldn’t get in the way and so that your fluffy ears would be shown off and not hidden. You and Asui were talking about the upcoming week where they were going to get trained for the provisional licensing exam. Since you were so new, you wouldn’t be able to take it at the same time as everyone else but that didn’t deter you.

If anything, you were even more pumped to catch up to them.

Things had been rough. You had narrowly escaped a bad situation only for Ojiro to save you. Since then, things had started to snowball one after another, but in the best way possible. Aizawa had arranged a temporary agreement with Principal Nezu concerning your enrollment into UA which also enabled you to stay at the dorms. 

But what once was supposed to be temporary solidified into a permanent situation as Aizawa adopted you and now you were hoping that they would let you stay.

Overtime, you had grown close to all of them. The paperwork had all been filled out but you were nervous if they would all really be okay with letting you join their ranks. You just had to ask your fellow classmates if they would accept you. 

Orjio had been particularly nice to you, taking you under his wing and letting you explore your new surroundings with a safety net that he provided.

You gulped. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter and tail wag. 

“Oooo, Y/N’s thinking about him again.” Ashido teased, sidling over to you from her closet to where you were sitting on the floor by the window. 

“Huh?” You blinked, your fluffy ears twitching. “Who?”

Uraraka swatted your arm playfully, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Oh come on!! You don’t expect us to fall for that again after all this time!! Who do you take us for?!”

You flushed, gaze dropping into your lap where your hands were folded neatly. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Trailing off with a nervous mumble, you fiddled with your tail as Yaoyorozu shot you an empathetic smile. 

“It’s alright, Y/N-chan,” She reassured kindly. “You don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“But Yao-Momo!!” Ashido pouted. “She was about to admit her feelings for him!!”

“No I wasn’t!!” You protested, then clapped a hand over your mouth but it was too late.

The damage had been done.

Squeals burst out all around you and you had the sudden urge to take refuge in your room, no longer wanting to be a part of this humiliating conversation. 

“How long?!” Ashido shrieked in your ear, tugging on your arm, wanting to know the exact time it started.

“I don’t know!!” You cried out, burying your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed.

Uraraka and Hagakure let out a gasp at your indirect confession but squealed excitedly as realization finally hit them.

“You guys would be so cute together!!” Hagakure gushed.

Uraraka’s eyes crinkled up joyously. “Aww!! I can already picture them out on their first date!!”

“Guys, give her space to breathe.” Jirou said, rolling her eyes at her overexcited friends as she freed you from their grasp.

Yaoyorozu seconded that, even though she was equally as excited as her friends at this new information. 

“I didn’t know you had feelings for Ojiro-san.” She lightly teased with a soft smile on her face, patting your back like an older sister would.

“I don’t!!” You denied but winced at the collective glare that was thrown your way. “... Maybe…”

Ashido sprang up to her feet. “She’s totally crushing on him!!”

You grabbed onto her arm to prevent her from leaving the room, finding Ojiro and outing your secret. “No I’m not!!”

“Are too!!”

“Am not!!”

“ARE TOO!!!!!”

“NO!!!!”

The both of you fell back on top of the bed, bouncing a couple of times on the mattress as the other girls forced the two of you to sit down. 

Even Asui seemed on board. 

“I think you would be able to make him very happy, kero.” She relayed, a finger resting on her chin. “He already thinks very highly of you.”

You couldn’t help but blush at that, wiggling around uncomfortably as your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears. 

“W-What…?”

Hagakure shoved your shoulder and you nearly toppled over, not expecting her to do that.

“Y/N!!” She chastised, wagging a finger at you. “You can’t be serious!! Haven’t you noticed it?!”

You were lost. “Noticed what??”

“Oh dear.” Yaoyorozu commented, gazing at you sympathetically.

“Someone tell her or else I’m going to explode!!!” Ashido shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

You opened your mouth to ask just what was going on when the door suddenly opened and everybody fell silent. 

Todoroki didn’t do or say anything. He simply inclined his head to the side and the girls who were so docile for a few seconds burst into action. 

You weren’t sure exactly what happened but within the next minute, you were being shoved outside and hastily instructed to go downstairs in exactly five minutes while they all raced out, Ashido dragging a reluctant Todoroki along with them.

Since you left your phone back in Ojiro’s room and you didn’t want to be rude and barge in just to get it, you stayed outside in the hallway, counting the seconds that passed until five minutes had passed.

You lagged behind, not really sure what to expect. They had never acted like this around you before. 

Maybe Aizawa had told them of your permanent stay at Heights Alliance and they were all against it. 

But that didn’t make much sense since they went to such lengths to be so friendly and open with. 

Shaking your head to clear the muddled thoughts, you continued on down the staircase until you reached the first floor.

When you arrived, it was dark. All the lights were turned off, which was strange because you vividly recalled Iida saying something about how important it was to keep the lights on 24/7 so that none of the students tripped or anything. 

Mostly for your benefit since you tended to trip over air.

Claws sliding out, you narrowed your eyes, baring your canines threatening as you scanned for any signs of movement. 

Putting into the play the training Aizawa had taught you, you crouched low to the ground, slinking along the abandoned corridor. 

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you crept around the corner, coming to halt just before the common room. 

Here goes nothing. 

You stepped out.

Then, several things happened at once. 

You were blinded as the lights suddenly flashed on and you shrieked, jumping on the nearest person out of instinct. 

“What the fuck, dumbass!!!” Bakugou raged as he caught you when you tunneled into him. 

You squeaked frightfully, backpedaling until you were a sufficient distance away from the group of twenty now standing in front of you, clearly seeing them for the first time.

“I told you she would get scared!!” Jirou chastised, smacking the sheepish-looking pikachu on the head.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be fine!!” Kaminari argued back, gripping his head in pain. “Ow!! That hurts!!”

“Serves you right!!” She snapped back.

You retracted your claws, reverting back to the adorable wolf that they all knew and loved now that you realized there wasn’t any threat. Your ears perked up and your lips curled into a smile of disbelief.

Beaming happily as Ashido smothered you in a hug, you blinked back tears as your eyes fell on the banner that said, “Welcome Home!!!”, in bright lettering above the entire class of 1-A.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. “You guys did all of this for me?”

Uraraka gestured to the pile of presents behind Shoji and Tokoyami. 

“It was Ojiro-kun’s idea for the presents and Hagakure’s for a party.” She told you cheekily, pointing to the embarrassed boy hiding behind the counter to make himself appear smaller. “We just all pitched in to help.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me…” You said softly, in awe and vastly overwhelmed.

“You’re staying with us from now on.” Todoroki quipped plainly from the back row. “This was in order.”

Hagakure rushed over to you. “Do you like it?! Are you surprised?!”

You nodded and squeezed her tightly, thanking her before making your way over to Ojiro, who had yet to acknowledge you. At least, with words. 

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, completely under your spell as you padded over to him. 

Blushing, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then cursed yourself for doing something so embarrassing in front of your long-time crush. 

“Mashirao?” You said curiously, noticing his arms were hidden behind his back.

Man, he was never going to get tired of hearing your sweet voice saying his name in such an intimate way.

Winding his tail around your waist, he tugged you closer until you fell into his chest. You shivered as you felt one of his arms snake around you, as if shielding you from the people who were crowding around you.

Your face burned and you were thankful it was hidden from all of your classmates as they ‘awwed’ at the two of you. Vaguely, you heard someone slyly note how cute the two of you were and you swore, feeling more self-conscious than ever. 

You didn’t get a chance to wiggle out of his hold to smack Ashido on the head for her comment since Ojiro decided to give you what was behind his back.

It was a small, carefully wrapped gift box, not impressive on the outside by any means, but your eyes sparkled and your heart skipped a beat. 

Seeing the expression on your face, his shoulders shook with laughter. Your eyes were shining in excitement at seeing his present as opposed to all the other ones that were much larger than his. 

He strangely felt touched by it. 

You placed it on the kitchen island, running your fingers over the velvet bow and pretty gift wrap. You almost didn’t want to ruin it. 

“Oh come on,” Ashido squealed in frustration the longer you prolonged it and everyone else crowded around you. “Open it already!!”

You shot her a playful glare, taking your time despite the many groans that sounded around you as you carefully unwrapped the neatly decorated box. By the time you finally finished taking off all the wrapping paper, everyone, even Bakugou, was leaning forward in anticipation. 

Taking off the lid so that it covered whatever was in the box from their prying eyes, even though there were several loud protests, your eyes widened as you saw what was nestled inside several layers of crinkled paper.

Reaching in eagerly, you pulled it out and held it up. 

It was a lion plushie. A beautifully crafted, complete with whiskers and a fluffy mane, stuffed lion. And you already adored it. 

There were some disappointed complaints that his present didn’t live up to the hype they were expected to believe, but Ojiro didn’t hear them, only having eyes for you. As they started to disperse throughout the living room, you couldn’t tear your gaze from the cute lion.

“I seem to recall someone getting ahold of the giraffe in my room.” Ojiro teased with a knowing smile. “You seemed to like to have something to hold onto at night, so I figured another stuffed animal couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your ears swiveled happily as you heard him say that and you couldn’t refrain from bouncing in place, tail swishing behind you. 

“It was so long ago, I would’ve thought you had forgotten by now.” You beamed, smiling from ear to ear as you tested out its squishiness. “Where in the world did you get this?! It’s so plushy!!”

When he didn’t answer you right away, you paused your shower of adoration over the beloved lion, tilting your head curiously at Ojiro, who was now bright red and mumbling something under his breath.

“Huh?” You squeaked, unsure if you really heard him right.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, grinning at you sheepishly. “Well, it’s just— The stores didn’t really have any lions that looked cute enough when I took my sister to the mall and that’s when she suggested making one for you.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“I remember you saying that you liked lions because… well, you said they reminded you of me so I really wanted to get you a lion.” Ojiro continued, not noticing your reaction, too caught up in his rambling. 

You had told him one night after playing with his tail to calm you down after you had a nightmare and he hadn’t forgotten it since.

“Holly-chan helped me sew it, I got the materials from Aizawa-sensei and Shoji helped me attach the tail and the mane and everything else.” He told you, pointing out all of the features that were carefully crafted together with the utmost love.

Your heart skipped a beat.

He hesitated, now picking up on the fact that you had yet to say anything. “Is… Do you like it?”

You would’ve punched him for his obliviousness if it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t want to let your lion go in order to do so. “Are you kidding?! I love it!!”

Ojiro’s chest deflated as he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, thank All Might.”

“You could’ve done this in private, you know.” You lightly teased, brushing your fingers over the soft material in awe. “I’m sure it would’ve been less stressful for you.”

He made it for you. You’ve never had anyone buy anything for you for the longest time, let alone make something for you with their own two hands. The time and energy it must’ve taken, not to mention the thought he put into it. 

That was it. You were going to explode with happiness.

“I was going to.” He said, shooting a look over your shoulder at a satisfied Shoji and a smug Tokoyami gazing at you from the sidelines while everyone else wrecked havoc on the common floor. “But everybody kind of wanted to see what it was. And your reaction.”

You giggled, hugging it tightly to your chest. “Thank you, I love it, Mashirao.”

He kissed your forehead, murmuring, “I’m really glad you do, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lip to stop your smile from getting too wide. It was too much. You felt like you were going to burst.

“Y/N?” Ojiro asked worriedly, cupping your chin and furrowed his eyebrows. “Your face is all red.”

“Dummy!!” You pouted, pushing him away and clutching the lion plushie tighter. “It’s your fault, you know!!”

He chuckled, patting your head. Your lashes fluttered shut at the stimulation, throaty growl emitting in approval at the affectionate gesture. 

Ojiro’s gaze softened, brimming with love. He couldn’t believe how far you came from being that shy, wary girl back then.

You raised the stuffed animal up, tapping it on its nose. “Your name will be Koko!!”

Squeezing it tightly to your chest, you rocked back and forth on your heels, gazing at it with adoring eyes when you held it up. 

Ojiro’s heart melted at seeing you so happy. 

Your other friends insisted that you open their gifts next, nearly dragging you over the table. Everyone had given you something, even Bakugou. 

You objected to their generosity, protesting that they spent too much on you already the first time around but it was like all of them went deaf and ignored your objections, shoving box after box in your hands. 

Sato had made sure to have enough food on hand for moments exactly like these, when everybody got swept up in the energy of it all and were literally bouncing off the walls. 

Somehow, somewhere, Aizawa was found and dragged out of his cave to join his students in the party. But he mostly was out of the way, watching from afar as you were handed gift after gift.

Aoyama had gotten ahold of a painted tea set that looked very fragile and it was paired with Yaoyorozu’s jasmine tea she had gifted you. 

It took a couple of turns for you to realize that they had collaborated when giving you things. 

Sato’s cookbook filled with a couple of his own added recipes he knew you loved went with the polished pots and pans Shoji gave you. Tokoyami and Asui’s were combined into a patterned quilt that everyone had pitched in to help with. 

The two tickets you got for the autumn festival stumped you but that mystery was soon cleared up when Todoroki gave you what looked to be an extremely expensive, embroidered kimono.

“When you two finally go on a date.” He said monotonously, pointing a finger at Midoriya and Jirou. “They said that you two will have to confess first, though.”

Your jaw dropped and you and Ojiro both turned opposite ways, unable to look each other in the eye in case that claim wasn’t true.

You had to physically push Ashido and Hagakure away when they made kissing sounds at you, embarrassed beyond belief.

Ojiro had to fight to keep Shoji at bay but his friend was much stronger than him and the tailed teenager ended up losing his balance and careened into you.

You yelped as your face ended up right in front of his, a millimeter away. Breath catching in your throat, your heart stopped and he audibly gulped at your proximity.

Neither one of you moved. 

It wasn’t until you shakily held up the tickets Kirishima had given you did he blink.

“Would…” You swallowed hard, gathering your courage. “Would you like to go with me?”

Ojiro didn’t even think of saying no. 

A huge smile broke out on your face as he said yes and you covered your face with your hands as Uraraka and Ashido squealed, instantly hiding into Ojiro’s chest out of instinct.

He didn’t mind but the heat that was creeping up his neck turned into a full-fledged blush as he hugged you, keeping you close even after Shoji and Tokoyami sent him a pointed glance.

Mouthing for them to mind their own business, he held you until you collected yourself enough to face them. Even then, he kept you seated on his lap, running his fingers through your fluffy tail as you opened the rest of your gifts. 

He knew you were going to cry by the end of the night, most likely when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t help but agree with everything that his classmates had thought of for you.

You had been without love for so long that when you saw it, you didn’t know what to do. He would take every opportunity to show you how much you meant to him and how precious your life was.

After hours of playing video games, eating Sato’s delicious cooking and getting caught up in Kaminari’s schemes as he tried to push you and Ojiro together not-so-discreetly before Jirou bonked him on the head, you were so tired you felt like you could fall asleep standing up. 

Aizawa had left a while ago, once Bakugou destroyed the TV remote, lacking the energy to deal with his students outside of the classroom. 

You had run up to him, begging cutely for a hug and he hesitated but didn’t refuse you. 

Everyone except for Ojiro’s jaws dropped as you called him dad so nonchalantly but they were even more shocked when Aizawa simply ruffled your hair and told you not to stay up too late. 

You had made your way back into Ojiro’s arms as soon as the older man left his student to their craziness, and you tumbled onto an empty sofa with him cushioning your fall.

He smiled at you fondly, eyes softening as he swept the hair away from your eyes, his heart stopping as you nuzzled into his chest. 

“Princess…” He murmured, tucking a lock behind your ear, as he had seen you do earlier. “Are you happy?”

A smile curled against his neck. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed happily. “Thank you, Mashirao.”

For the rest of the night, you didn’t let go of the stuffed lion he gave you once, eventually falling asleep on the couch with your new present tucked safely in your arms. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you once as he used his tail to pull a blanket over the both of you. 

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

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