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chapter 4

THE UNSPOKEN

The evening had settled over the palace like a shroud, the air cool and still, tinged with the scent of jasmine from the gardens just beyond the great hall. Lady Yn lingered by the grand hearth, where the flames danced and flickered, casting shadows along the stone walls. The warmth of the fire did little to ease the chill that had settled in her chest, the weight of her thoughts pressing on her more heavily than the fabric of her gown.

Prince Todoroki had been ever the picture of grace, seated beside her at the head of the long banquet table, speaking with advisors and ministers, yet his focus had wandered. Lady Yn could see it clearly: his eyes drifting over the room, never truly meeting hers. He was lost in the intricacies of the court, his mind occupied with matters far beyond their engagement, and, for once, Lady Yn felt the absence of his attention like a blessing rather than a curse.

It was in these moments, these fleeting opportunities when the prince’s gaze wavered and his presence thinned, that she felt the smallest glimmer of freedom.

Across the room, Sir Bakugou stood, his usual place near the pillars, his sharp eyes scanning the hall. He appeared detached from the revelry, but Lady Yn knew better. He was ever vigilant, his watchful gaze scanning for any sign of danger, even in this place of supposed safety.

Her fingers grazed the edges of the crystal goblet before her, but it was the restless flutter of her heart that drew her eyes toward the knight. In the quiet, amid the chatter and the clinking of glasses, their gazes met for a split second, but in that brief glance, the world seemed to pause, as if they alone existed in the space between them.

The prince had turned away, engaged in conversation with the head of the royal council, his voice a low murmur that faded into the background of the room.

It was now or never.

Lady Yn stood, her movement so fluid and composed that no one would think twice. She allowed herself only a single glance at Todoroki, ensuring his attention was still captured by others, before she slipped away from the table with the quiet grace of a shadow.

The halls were dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight that reflected off the marble floors. She moved swiftly yet silently, her footsteps muffled by the rich tapestries that hung along the walls.

When she found Sir Bakugou, standing in the alcove just beyond the grand staircase, she hesitated only for a moment. His back was to her, and for a fleeting second, she wondered if he’d seen her approach. But then, he turned, and his gaze caught hers once again,sharp, assessing, but not without a softness that spoke volumes.

“Lady Yn," he greeted her with a nod, his voice low, barely more than a murmur. "It seems you’ve managed to slip away unnoticed."

She gave him a small smile, the edges of her lips quivering ever so slightly. "It seems so, Sir Bakugou. I find I cannot bear the noise of the hall for much longer."

He didn’t reply at first, his eyes scanning the hallway before he turned his attention back to her. "The prince is occupied," he said simply, though there was a slight edge to his tone that suggested a question she had not asked.

“I am aware," Lady Yn replied, her voice elegant and composed. "He is often occupied, is he not?" Her words held more weight than she intended, though they came out with an ease that surprised even her.

Bakugou’s brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, he stepped aside, allowing her to pass him. She took the invitation and moved toward a small window, where the moonlight spilled into the room, casting a soft glow on the stone beneath her feet.

The air felt different here—cooler, more alive, as though the very stones of the palace held secrets of their own. She turned to face him, the words hanging on her lips like a confession, but for a moment, she remained silent.

“Why have you sought me out, my lady?" Sir Bakugou asked, his voice far more careful now. It wasn’t a question of duty; it was a question of what lay beneath the surface of their conversations—the tension that neither of them dared to acknowledge.

Her gaze softened, her lips parting as if to speak, yet the words came slowly, measured, deliberate. "I wanted to speak with you, away from the eyes of the court," she said, her voice carrying the elegance of a practiced noble, but there was a subtle tremor in it now. "I... I find I have questions. Questions I cannot ask anyone else."

Bakugou tilted his head slightly, his arms still crossed over his chest, though his posture was less rigid now. His eyes were fixed on her, a mixture of curiosity and concern. "And what questions would those be, Lady Yn?"

She hesitated. The truth was a dangerous thing to speak aloud in the halls of the palace. But here, with only the moon to witness them, she could no longer keep it at bay.

"Do you ever wonder," she began, her voice quieter now, "if we are simply playing roles? That we are not our true selves, but rather the versions of ourselves others demand us to be?"

His gaze softened at the question, though he gave no verbal answer, only a small, understanding nod.

"You speak as if you wish to be someone else, my lady," he replied, his tone light, but with an undercurrent of something more serious. "The princess, the future queen, are you not content with those roles?"

Lady Yn met his gaze steadily, the quiet intensity of their exchange wrapping around them like a shared secret. "No, Sir Bakugou," she said, her voice firm now, though it carried an underlying sadness. "I am not content. Not with this life, not with this engagement, and not with the weight of a crown I was never meant to wear."

Bakugou’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, his gaze darkened with something unreadable. "Then what is it you want?" he asked, his voice lower now, edged with a sharpness that spoke of the very question neither of them had dared to ask aloud.

Lady Yn took a deep breath, her chest rising as if to steady herself. "I want to know that there is more to this world than duty. That there is more to me than what is expected. I..." She faltered, her gaze drifting to the moonlight before returning to him. "I want to be free, Bakugou. Even if only for a moment."

For the briefest second, their eyes locked, and in that unspoken silence, something passed between them,something far more powerful than words could convey. The tension that had long hung in the air between them, the longing, the impossibility of it all, seemed to crystallize in that moment.

"And if you were free," he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper, "what would you do with that freedom, Lady Yn?"

Her breath caught in her throat. The question, though simple, seemed to carry the weight of every unspoken wish, every stolen glance, every brief moment of shared quiet between them. She swallowed, her fingers trembling slightly at her side.

"I would choose something... real," she said, her voice barely audible. "Something that was mine and mine alone. You."

The sharp intake of breath from Sir Bakugou was the only sign that her words had struck a chord. He stood still for a moment, his gaze searching her face as though trying to decipher whether this was a fleeting confession or something deeper, something she truly meant.

His heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to remain composed. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but it was bitter, more a reflection of the impossibility of their situation than anything resembling joy. "You speak as though I am something to possess" he said, his voice a low rasp, carefully measured to hide the vulnerability beneath.

Lady Yn took a small step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "Not to possess," she replied softly, "but to choose. To have a choice, even if it’s one that the world would never allow."

The silence between them thickened. His eyes softened for just a moment, the hard edge of his expression giving way to something more... human. But then, with a controlled exhale, Bakugou looked away, his gaze drifting to the garden outside, as though the cold air could ground him and cool the heat of the moment.

"You don't understand what you're asking for," he muttered, though there was a rawness in his voice that betrayed his own inner conflict. "The prince, your duty... Everything you have, everything you are... it doesn’t just vanish because you want it to."

Her heart twisted at his words, but she took another step closer, her voice gentle but firm. "And yet, here I am, asking for it. Asking for you."

Bakugou clenched his jaw, his eyes now darkened with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Lady Yn," he said, the title on his lips like an anchor, pulling him back from the edge. "You are a princess. And I-" He cut himself off, shaking his head as if the words were too dangerous to speak aloud.

He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for a brief moment, there was no duty, no obligation, no prince, no crown. There was only the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither was ready to face. His hand twitched, as if wanting to reach out, but he resisted.

"I would never ask you to throw everything away" he said, his voice a low growl. "But don't think for a second that it wouldn't cost you everything. And it would cost me more than I could bear."

Her breath caught at his words, her pulse quickening. There it was. The truth they both had been dancing around. The danger of what they were doing, of what they could never allow themselves to do.

She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his, the touch delicate but full of meaning. “I know,” she whispered. “But sometimes, what we fear the most is the very thing we need to survive.”

The tension between them crackled, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the stillness of the garden. Sir Bakugou’s gaze dropped to her hand, then slowly, deliberately, back to her eyes.

"You’re asking for too much, Lady Yn," he said quietly, but the tremor in his voice betrayed the force of his feelings. "And yet, I can’t... I can’t walk away from you either."

In that single, charged moment, they both understood, they were bound by a thread neither could break, even if they tried.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the palace courtyard, where Lady Yn stood, her gaze drifting toward the distant horizon. The preparations for the wedding had begun in earnest, an event that would mark the culmination of her entire life, yet felt more like the beginning of a carefully designed performance, one she had no script for.

Her gown, delicate and adorned with the finest silver threads, shimmered under the light, the heavy fabric weighing her down more than any corset ever could. The bustle of servants and advisors filled the air, their chatter muted in her mind as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Every movement, every word, every breath had been meticulously planned, and yet she could not rid herself of the nagging sense of being trapped in a gilded cage.

The wedding was only days away, and with each passing hour, her role seemed more fixed, more inevitable.

"My lady," a voice broke through her thoughts, and Lady Yn turned to find one of the royal attendants standing before her, holding a finely wrapped letter.

"Thank you," she replied, taking the parchment with a practiced smile. She slipped it into her sleeve without opening it, her eyes briefly flicking to the royal guard standing at attention near the entrance to the courtyard.

Among them, Sir Bakugou was present, as ever,his presence a constant reminder of what was slipping through her fingers. His gaze met hers, as sharp and calculating as always, but there was something more in his eyes today. Perhaps it was the way the corners of his mouth tightened, or the way his eyes lingered a fraction longer than usual. No matter how carefully they both tried to hide it, the distance between them seemed to have narrowed over the past few days, and it was a distance that neither of them could escape.

"My lady, the prince is ready for the briefing on the wedding arrangements," the attendant said, bowing slightly. "Shall I escort you?"

Lady Yn nodded, her movements calm but her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she must play her part, must be seen as the dutiful fiancée, the perfect princess-to-be. There was no room for error now. She was the image of grace and poise, but beneath the surface, there was a quiet storm brewing.

"Yes, I shall go immediately," she replied, straightening her back as she began to walk toward the palace’s central hall.

The royal guard, as always, formed a protective circle around her as she moved. They walked in strict formation, their footsteps synchronized in a manner that would have been unsettling to anyone not accustomed to the order of court life. The air seemed thick with expectation as they passed through the marble corridors, past towering columns and intricate tapestries depicting the kingdom’s long history.

Sir Bakugou, always at the rear, kept a watchful eye on her. His gaze never strayed from her, though his face remained impassive. To any outsider, he appeared nothing more than the royal knight, tasked with ensuring her safety. But Lady Yn knew better. She knew the burden of his loyalty, the quiet agony of their unspoken connection.

As they approached the grand hall, she felt a sudden tightening in her chest. The doors were open, the room within a flurry of activity as planners, servants, and noble attendants hurried to finalize details. There were flowers to be arranged, banners to be hung, and every last detail had to be perfect.

But Lady Yn couldn’t shake the feeling that none of it mattered. Not really.

She turned her head to glance back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Sir Bakugou’s for just a brief moment. In that glance, there was a wordless exchange,a promise and a farewell, as fleeting as the wind.

Sir Bakugou's face softened imperceptibly, but he said nothing, his posture never faltering. He would follow her inside, stand watch over her, and do his duty as always. The weight of his silence was heavier than any words could convey, and in that brief instant, Lady Yn felt the ache of their separation, the finality of it.

Inside the hall, Prince Todoroki stood by a large wooden table, surrounded by the kingdom’s high counselors and advisors. His back was to her, but as soon as Lady Yn entered, he turned, offering a polite nod in her direction.

"My lady," he said, his voice cool and measured. "We were just discussing the final arrangements for the ceremony. It seems we have little time left."

Lady Yn nodded in return, offering him a soft smile, one that was more out of duty than anything else. "Of course, Your Highness," she replied, her voice as composed as ever. "I am at your service."

The prince’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer than was customary, and she could see the concern in his eyes. There was a distance between them that he could not seem to close, but he would not press her. Instead, he gestured toward the table, where several large parchments were spread out, detailing the arrangements.

"Everything must be perfect," Prince Todoroki continued. "I trust the kingdom’s image will be well represented. After all, this wedding is not just our union, but a symbol of our strength."

Lady Yn’s gaze shifted briefly to the windows, where the light outside seemed to shimmer like a distant dream. "A symbol of strength, yes," she murmured softly, though her words were not meant for the prince’s ears. She turned back to him, offering a delicate nod, her smile never wavering. "I understand, Your Highness."

The minutes passed in a blur of plans and protocols. As they discussed seating arrangements, the guest list, and the ceremonial details, Lady Yn found her mind wandering once more. Her thoughts, once again, turned to what was just beyond the gates of the palace,the life she had known and the life she was about to be locked into.

She could hear the sound of footsteps outside the hall, but the voice that followed caught her attention immediately.

"Lady Yn," the familiar voice broke through the murmur of voices in the room.

Sir Bakugou had entered the hall, though his posture remained as formal and stoic as ever. He stood just inside the doorway, his eyes flickering briefly to the prince before returning to Lady Yn.

"Forgive my interruption, my lady," he said, his voice even, though there was a slight tension in his stance. "There is an urgent matter that requires your attention."

Lady Yn blinked, her heart rate quickening, though she masked it with a polite smile. The prince, too, seemed to notice the subtle shift in the air.

"I see" she replied, though she didn’t move toward him just yet. "What matter is this, Sir Bakugou?"

His gaze never wavered as he spoke, his tone unwavering, but his eyes—those eyes that seemed to betray him—held something unspoken. "It is a matter of the utmost importance, my lady," he replied. "But it may require you to step outside the hall for a moment."

Lady Yn hesitated, her gaze flicking between the prince and the knight. She could feel the tension rising, a delicate balance between duty and something far more dangerous.

"I will return shortly, Your Highness," she said to Todoroki, her voice soft, but with a touch of finality. "Please continue the preparations in my absence."

Prince Todoroki offered a small nod, though his eyes followed her closely.

As Lady Yn turned to follow Sir Bakugou out of the hall, she could feel the weight of his presence behind her, the knowledge that whatever he was about to tell her could alter the course of everything.

They passed through the corridors quickly, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Once they reached the gardens, Sir Bakugou slowed his pace, his gaze scanning their surroundings before he spoke again, his voice low and strained.

"My lady," he began, his words sharp but filled with something more tender beneath the surface, "You’re moving toward a future you cannot control. The path ahead, it’s not something we can walk together."

Lady Yn’s heart skipped a beat. Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her. "Then what choice do I have?" she asked softly, her words filled with resignation.

Bakugou paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that could shatter every wall between them. "There’s always a choice, Lady Yn," he replied, his voice just above a whisper. "But sometimes... the cost of that choice is more than either of us can bear."

And with that, the weight of their unspoken reality hung between them once more, even as the distant sounds of the wedding preparations continued inside the palace walls.

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

will on the ring ever be back..💔

yess its gonna be back soon enough! Truth be told, my toxic trait is starting stuff and being unable to finish them😭, but i am satisfied with how the story has unfolded and i’m currently coming up with a good ending🩷 Anywaysss thank you soooo much for the support!!

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chapter 3

LOOSE CORSET

The evening had stretched on far longer than YN had anticipated. The ballroom, though grand and beautiful, was suffocating. The guests, the endless waves of polite conversation, the constant expectations,it all felt too much tonight. She could feel the weight of it all pressing on her chest.

She glanced across the room at the prince, still engaged in conversation with various nobles, his attention split between them and his duties as heir to the throne. As always, he wore his mask perfectly,calm, collected, distant. But it didn’t fool her. Not entirely.

With a slight sigh, she made her way toward the back of the room, slipping quietly through the shadows, away from the gaze of the courtiers. It wasn’t long before she was standing near the grand doors that led to the hallways. She needed a moment of solitude, just a brief escape.

The doors swung open softly, and before she could take a step, a low, familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Leaving so soon, Your Highness?”

She turned to see Bakugou standing in the doorway, his usual posture tall, straight, and commanding. He was a silent figure in the midst of all the chaos, always there, always watching. His sharp, calculating eyes met hers, and for a moment, there was something in them, a flicker of understanding, perhaps, or just a silent acknowledgment of the tension that had been brewing between them since the start of the evening.

“I need some air,” she replied, her voice low, almost inaudible in the quiet of the hallway. "Would you escort me to my room?"

Bakugou’s gaze softened ever so slightly, though his face remained neutral. He nodded once, stepping aside to allow her to pass.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

He fell into step beside her as she moved down the corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise empty halls. The palace, at this hour, felt eerily silent. The grand walls of stone loomed around them, and the flickering torches cast long shadows on the floor.

YN didn’t speak for a moment, her mind heavy with the weight of the evening. The sound of her breath was the only thing that filled the silence, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to break it. But as they walked, she could feel Bakugou’s presence beside her—steady, unwavering.

She glanced at him briefly, noting the way he walked with such purpose, his eyes always scanning their surroundings. He was a knight, first and foremost, but there was something else in the way he carried himself when it was just the two of them, something softer.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” she finally said, her voice breaking through the stillness. “More so than usual.”

Bakugou didn’t look at her, but she could see his shoulders stiffen just a little. “Not much to say.”

She arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. “Not even to me?”

He glanced at her then, his usual fire flickering for a moment before it was quickly tamped down. “It’s not that. Just…” His voice trailed off, and for a second, there was a rare hesitation. “I don’t want to get in the way of whatever you’ve got going on with the prince.”

YN's eyes narrowed slightly. “The prince?” She couldn’t help but let out a small, humorless laugh. “You think I care about what’s going on with him?”

Bakugou’s expression shifted just a little, his brow furrowing as he continued walking beside her. “It’s not about care. It’s about what’s expected of you.”

YN’s lips pressed together, her steps growing slower as they neared her room. She didn’t want to think about the expectations, the pressure. She didn’t want to think about the prince, about the political games they played, or the way people like Bakugou were constantly forced to watch from the sidelines, always on guard, always silent.

“I didn’t ask for any of this,” she said quietly, her voice betraying a touch of bitterness. “But here we are.”

Bakugou didn’t respond right away. His silence, though, spoke volumes of understanding, of shared frustration. They both knew what it meant to be stuck in a world where duty and desire were constantly at odds.

When they reached her door, YN stopped, turning to face him. The torches in the hallway flickered around them, casting their shadows against the stone walls.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice softer now, a quiet sincerity in her words that she didn’t often allow herself to express.

Bakugou’s gaze softened ever so slightly, though his features remained mostly neutral. “You shouldn’t be thanking me. It’s my duty.”

YN studied him for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I think sometimes you forget that I’m not just a duty to you,” she said, her words carrying a weight that hung in the air between them. “I’m a person.”

He met her gaze, and for the briefest of moments, there was something in his eyes—an understanding, perhaps even a flicker of something deeper, but it was gone before she could be sure.

“Yeah,” Bakugou said, his voice rough but low, “I know.”

And then, without another word, he gave a slight nod and turned to leave, his footsteps fading down the hallway as YN stepped into her room.

But even as the door closed softly behind her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their unspoken conversation wasn’t quite over yet.

“Sir Bakugou” the princess interrupted yearning for more time with the knight.

Bakugou turned with alert “Yes, your highness?” he required.

“Could you help me untie my corset” she demanded.”It seems that the maids are still attending the buffet”The knight took a quick careful look around before stepping into the room and closing the door.

Bakugou's hand hesitated for a moment, his knuckles hovering just centimetres above her skin. His gaze remained fixed on the laces, like there was something about the act of untying those strings that made him wary.

“Turn around.” His voice was low, almost a rumble, and her stomach twisted in knots as she slowly obeyed, her heart beating faster in her chest.

With each tug of a lace, his fingers grazed her skin, sending a series of small shivers across her skin. The sensation was strange and foreign, setting her nerves on edge in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice gruff, as one of his hands brushed her hip, steadying her. The contact was brief but potent, and her breath hitched in her throat.

The silence between them was palpable, filled with tension that seemed to grow with each passing second. The only sounds were the whispered words, the rustle of cloth, and the low crackle of the fire.

The final lace came loose, and the corset slipped from her body, pooling at her feet. The cold air in the room sent a chill up her spine, her skin prickling in response.

“Is that all, my lady?” Bakugo’s voice cut through the silence, the slight edge to it betraying the tension between them.

She looked up, startled. He was still waiting, hands clasped behind his back. His stance was rigid, as if ready to leave — or perhaps, as if he would prefer to stay.

“You’ve done enough,” she said, her voice firmer than she felt. “I can manage from here.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed slightly, the usual fire in them dimming just a fraction. “You sure? I could-”

“No, thank you,” she interrupted, a little too quickly, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. “It’s fine. You’re dismissed.”

He didn’t move for a moment, studying her like he was trying to read something she had carefully hidden. His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something,pain? Frustration? in his amber eyes.

"Fine," he muttered, turning sharply toward the door. But just before he stepped out, his voice softened, just enough for her to hear. "Don’t make a mistake, YN. You deserve more than... than what’s already planned for you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she had to fight to keep her composure. He was always so straightforward, so raw. His words hit harder than she cared to admit, and she didn’t trust herself to respond.

Instead, she held her ground, her breath shallow. "Go," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Bakugo hesitated, as though wanting to say something more, but then he turned and walked out, leaving her standing there, alone with the growing ache in her chest.

The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence of the room felt heavier than before.

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chapter 2

A SILENT GUARD

The ballroom hummed with the soft murmur of conversation, the gentle swish of silk skirts against the polished marble floor, and the soothing strains of a string quartet that seemed to fade into the background noise. The prince stood at the far end of the room, tall and imposing, his platinum hair gleaming faintly in the light, his posture straight and regal. There was an air of restraint about him, as though the weight of his crown, though only a symbol for now, was heavier than anyone truly realized.

YN watched him from across the room, a glass of wine in her hand. His eyes briefly swept over the crowd, but when they settled on her, there was a brief moment of stillness. His gaze was cool, appraising, but without the typical warmth one might expect from a royal in such an environment. There was no smile, no friendly gesture, just an unspoken understanding between them.

For a brief second, it felt like he was studying her, the weight of his attention like a silent test. The prince made his way toward her with calm, deliberate steps, his every movement precise, his expression unreadable. As he neared, she saw the faintest flicker of recognition in his eyes, though he said nothing of it.

“YN,” he greeted, his voice as neutral as his demeanor, yet with a quiet strength that held her attention. “I trust the evening has been to your liking?”

His presence was commanding, but it wasn’t overwhelming. It was a presence that pulled her in, whether she wanted to be or not. She took a slow sip of her wine before answering, keeping her gaze steady.

“As much as these affairs can be,” she replied coolly, her voice even. “The company is... expected.”

He nodded slightly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he considered her words. “I see.” His gaze seemed to linger on her for a moment longer than was typical, though his expression remained unreadable. “And yet, you’ve remained here, rather than retreating like many others.”

YN felt a slight shift in the air, as though the conversation was veering into dangerous territory. “I find retreating to be... less useful than facing things head-on.”

A small, almost imperceptible quirk of his lip suggested he might have found her response intriguing, but it was gone before she could truly gauge his reaction. He was careful with his expressions, deliberate in how he revealed himself to others.

“I suppose,” the prince said softly, his gaze steady and unwavering, “we both share a certain... resilience.”

YN held his gaze without flinching, the silence stretching between them. She could feel his assessment, but it didn’t faze her. She had learned long ago how to guard herself against such scrutiny.

“And yet,” she said, her voice low, “resilience does not always equate to strength.”

His brow twitched slightly, just enough for her to notice. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite place. "No," he agreed, his tone softer now. "Sometimes it simply means enduring, even when it’s painful."

YN glanced at him, studying his face. There was something in his words that struck a chord, though she wasn’t sure if it was intentional. Was he speaking from experience? Or was this just the careful mask he wore to keep others at bay?

Her silence seemed to encourage him, as if he were allowing the conversation to linger just long enough to gauge her response.

“You know,” he said, his voice quieter, “it’s rare to find someone who speaks plainly in this room. Most prefer to speak in circles. It’s... refreshing.”

YN’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, though there was little warmth behind it. “I have little patience for circles. Not when every step we take brings us closer to a choice we cannot undo.”

The prince’s expression remained impassive, but his gaze intensified, his eyes seeming to search her for something unspoken. “A choice you cannot undo...” he repeated softly, as though testing the weight of her words. “Perhaps that’s why we make them so carefully.”

For a moment, it felt like there was something unspoken between them, a mutual understanding, but neither of them would admit it. The prince’s eyes drifted to the others in the room, his focus momentarily shifting.

“I would like to believe that,” he said after a pause, his voice distant. “But the truth is, we are often forced to make choices before we are ready. And sometimes, those choices choose us.”

YN’s gaze narrowed slightly, though she kept her composure. “Perhaps. But it’s still our hands that must shape the path we walk.”

The prince gave no immediate response, his eyes flicking to her once more before he turned his attention to another guest, as if their conversation had ended. There was no final word, no gesture to suggest closure—just the quiet certainty that whatever understanding had passed between them was not yet fully revealed.

And for YN, it was both unsettling and intriguing. She couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this conversation was merely the beginning of something much more complicated.

Bakugou stood near the grand columns of the ballroom, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his posture rigid. The noise of the gathering, the laughter, the music, the clinking of glasses,barely reached him, his mind far too focused on the scene unfolding in front of him.

YN and the prince. Standing close, speaking in hushed tones, their heads tilted toward one another as if the rest of the room didn’t exist. The prince’s cool, measured words and YN’s sharp, unflinching replies.Bakugou could see the way they sized each other up, the unspoken exchange between them that neither of them was willing to voice aloud.

A muscle twitched in Bakugou’s jaw. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen YN and the prince together, but this time felt different. More intense. There was a certain tension in the air between them, something Bakugou couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it gnawed at him in a way he didn’t like.

The way the prince looked at her calm, detached, as if he saw her as nothing more than a pawn in his royal game. It made Bakugou’s blood boil. He couldn’t stand how easily the prince dismissed everything. How quickly he could make someone feel small without ever raising his voice.

But it wasn’t just that. It was the way YN didn’t shy away. She stood there, composed, meeting the prince’s cold gaze head-on, a quiet strength radiating from her that Bakugou admired…and maybe, just maybe, felt a little protective of.

He clenched his fists at his sides. What was it about her that made him feel like this? It wasn’t just the way she spoke to him, with that sharp edge that reminded him of his own stubbornness. It was everything, the way she carried herself, the way she fought so hard to not show vulnerability. She was strong, independent, and goddamn if she didn’t remind him of someone he used to know.

His jaw tightened again, a bitter taste rising in his throat. The prince didn’t deserve her attention. Hell, no one did.

But then Bakugou remembered where he was, and who he was. He was just the knight, sworn to protect her, nothing more. He was not the one who could decide who had the right to be in her life.

His duty, his damn oath, was to stand by her side, to protect her from harm. Not to let his personal feelings get in the way.

A sharp exhale broke through his clenched teeth as he turned his attention back to the prince and YN. The prince’s words seemed to float in the air between them,carefully measured, never revealing too much. And YN, for all her confidence, remained just as distant, just as cautious.

Bakugou gritted his teeth. The prince didn’t see her. Not the way he did. Not the way she deserved.

But again, what could he do? He was a knight, bound by honor, by duty. The prince’s cold indifference might be frustrating, but it was none of his business. He had sworn to protect YN with his life.

Not with jealousy.

With a final, tight flick of his eyes toward the pair, Bakugou forced his attention back to the room, standing tall, ever-watchful, his presence a silent reminder of the weight of his duty.

But in the pit of his stomach, there was something that lingered. Something he couldn’t shake.

Jealousy.

He hated that feeling.

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FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION

knight.k.bakugou x princess!female reader

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chapter 1

THE COLD VOW

The court was alive with the hushed hum of whispered words, the rustle of silken gowns, and the subtle clink of gold and silver. The great hall of Osaka Castle, its high arches adorned with banners of deep crimson and silver, had never seemed more grand—or more suffocating. Lady Yn Ashford stood at the heart of it all, her posture unyielding, her face a mask of quiet composure. A thousand eyes were on her, but it was the cold weight of one pair in particular that she could not escape.

Across the room, Prince Todoroki, heir to the throne, sat upon a gilded chair, his face expressionless as he surveyed the proceedings. The king’s son, and soon to be her husband, though the thought brought little comfort. His gaze, while not unkind, was distant, as though he saw her not as a woman, but as a mere piece of property in a game of thrones.

Her father, Lord Ashford, stood beside her, his stern features softened only by a rare, fleeting smile as he exchanged pleasantries with their guests. Yn, however, knew his true thoughts. He had long spoken of the political advantages of this marriage, of how it would strengthen the Ashford name and secure their place among the great houses of Osaka. It was a union of necessity, not desire.

“I trust you are well, my lady?” came a deep voice, rich with both formality and something more—an undercurrent of familiarity that made Yn’s heart tighten.

She turned to face him, her eyes meeting the sharp, watchful gaze of Sir Bakugo, the royal knight. Tall and commanding, with a broad chest and shoulders that spoke of a warrior’s life, he stood a mere few paces behind the prince, his expression unreadable, as always. Yet, there was something in his presence that stirred a strange sensation within her—a quiet warmth that was so very different from the coldness of the prince.

“I am well enough, Sir Bakugo,” Yn replied, her voice measured but not without warmth. She allowed herself a small, polite smile, though her thoughts remained elsewhere. “The evening is... splendid, is it not?”

“Though it seems your smile is absent this evening, my lady,” he said, his voice dropping lower as he stepped closer, a faint glimmer of concern flickering in his eyes. “Is there something troubling you?”

Yn shifted her gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes too directly. "No," she replied, though the word tasted bitter on her tongue. "Nothing at all, Sir Bakugo."

He was quiet for a moment, studying her, and she could feel the weight of his scrutiny. As a knight of the royal guard, Sir Bakugo had seen more than his share of political maneuvering and power plays. He knew what this marriage meant, just as she did. But he also knew her better than most though not, perhaps, as well as he thought.

“You do not seem as joyful as one would expect of a lady so... fortunate," Sir Bakugo continued, his tone gentle, though tinged with an unmistakable edge of something like sympathy. “A marriage to a prince is a rare honor.”

Her lips pressed together, her fingers tightening around the glass of wine she held. “Fortune is but a fleeting thing, Sir Bakugo,” she replied softly, her voice carrying an edge of bitterness that she did not intend. “It seems little more than a transaction, one that will serve my house, but not my heart.”

A silence fell between them, and for a brief moment, Yn felt the oppressive weight of the ballroom lift. Sir Bakugo's gaze softened, though he said nothing. He knew too well the constraints of duty—the suffocating obligations that held her in place, just as they held him.

“You speak of matters beyond your control,” he said finally, his voice low, though still carrying the weight of authority. “But your heart does not belong to duty alone, my lady. You are more than a pawn in this game of thrones.”

Yn's breath caught in her throat at the tenderness in his words. No one had ever dared speak of her heart in such a way—least of all him, the knight who swore an oath to the prince’s family. She was betrothed to Todoroki, heir to the kingdom, and yet it was Sir Bakugo who seemed to see her, truly see her, beyond her rank and her betrothal.

“I must be careful, Sir Bakugo,” she said softly, her eyes now firmly fixed on the prince, who was still engaged in conversation with her father. “The court watches, as you are well aware. What might be spoken in private could cost us both dearly.”

His jaw tightened ever so slightly, though his gaze did not falter. “I speak only truths, Lady Yn. If your heart lies elsewhere, it is not for me to judge.”

But in his eyes, Yn saw something more. A flicker of understanding. Perhaps even something akin to longing. She quickly looked away, her heart racing.

“I should not entertain such thoughts,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “There is a duty I must fulfill, and it is to Prince Todoroki.”

Bakugo’s expression darkened for a brief moment, but when he spoke again, his voice was careful. “Duty is a heavy burden, my lady. But sometimes, the heart... cannot be so easily commanded.”

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, and for the first time that evening, she felt truly lost—caught between duty and desire, between the cold promise of a future she could not change and the forbidden pull of something she did not understand.

The evening wore on, but the seed of doubt had been planted deep within Yn’s heart. She watched the prince, poised and distant as ever, and she wondered if he would ever see her for anything more than a political tool. As for Sir Bakugo... his words lingered in her mind, and with each passing moment, the distance between her duty and her heart seemed to grow ever wider.

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Sir Bakugo studied her, his gaze intense and unwavering, as though he could read the very depths of her soul with a single glance. The tension between them thickened, unspoken words hanging in the air like a thick fog. He leaned forward slightly, the dim candlelight casting shadows across his face.

“And yet,” he said, his voice rough but measured, “you still stand here, don’t you? Still willing to make that transaction, even if it’s against your heart.”

Her fingers tightened on the glass, but she didn’t look away. She knew this dance all too well, choreographed and predictable. He was playing his part, just as she was playing hers. She took a slow breath before responding.

“What choice do I have?” she muttered, almost to herself. “The tides of fate do not care for what we desire. Only what we can endure.”

Bakugo’s lips curled into a wry smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Endurance doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice everything.”

“Doesn’t it?” she countered, her tone sharp now, betraying the growing frustration she fought to suppress. “I have sacrificed everything for this house. My dreams, my peace, my freedom. What’s left to give?”

The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unspoken understanding. Bakugo’s eyes softened for a fleeting moment, before he straightened and took a long drink from his own glass.

“Maybe," he said, voice quieter now, "you still have something to fight for.”

Her heart skipped at his words, but she quickly masked it with a cool, composed expression. There was no room for softness here, not with him, not in a world like this.

“Perhaps,” she replied, her voice cold again, “but I will fight it alone.”

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FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION

knight!k.bakugou x princess!reader

Synopsis!: Lady Yn Ashford is betrothed to the future king, Shoto Todoroki, but her heart is torn when she falls for Katsuki Bakugou, a fierce royal knight. Caught between duty and desire, the princess must navigate palace politics, forbidden love, and a kingdom's expectations to choose her true destiny.

warnings!: royal au, reader is technically cheating(?), mature content, yearning, forbidden love, angst, non-canon, all characters are adults! shoto todoroki x reader if you squint

MASTERLIST

chapter 1!: The Cold Vow

chapter 2!: A silent guard

chapter 3!: Loose corset

chapter 4!: The unspoken

chapter 5!:

chapter 6!:

chapter 7!:

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student! reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

authornote! Hello everyone! I apologize for the lack of updates. I am going through a breakup right now, however i will try to get back to writing🤷‍♀️

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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INCLUDES WRITTEN PARTS

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at Shoto, sound asleep in front of her. His face was relaxed, his usual stern expression replaced by a peaceful, almost angelic expression. She couldn't help but notice just how handsome he was, even in his unconscious state.

She slowly lowered herself into a crouching position in front of him, studying his features closely. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing slow and calm, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath.

She took the sit next to his still debating whether she should wake him up or let him rest, even if it was in this old, dusty classroom that looked more like a workshop.

He must have been tired, she figured. His training was different than hers, more demanding, more difficult. It required both skill and knowledge. She was merely a support character. There to boost those with better flashier abilities, quirks that were fit for battle.

But she was ok with that. She was ok knowing that her job was mediocre if that meant that he need her, that heroes need her support.

With a soft sigh, she decided to let him sleep for a bit longer, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber. She glanced around the old classroom, taking in the dusty and disused space.

But despite the dull surroundings, she found herself unable to focus on anything but him. She watched him sleep for a few moments longer, her eyes tracing over his face and his muscular physique.

His sleeping form had managed to tire her. She leaned back against the desk, her eyes growing heavy as well. The quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the old classroom seemed to lull her into a comfortable state of relaxation.

She felt her mind drift as she sat there next to him, his presence somehow reassuring and calming at the same time. She let her eyes close, her head tilting back against the desk as she let out another soft yawn.

Y/n's mind started to wander as she sat there, her thoughts swirling in lazy circles.

She couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation. Here she was, sitting next to her crush, her heart filled with longing and desire, and yet he was completely unaware of her feelings. He was sleeping so peacefully, completely oblivious to the fact that she was silently pining over him.

Time passes slowly as both of them sleep in the old classroom. The hours drift by, the sun slowly starting to set in the sky outside, casting a warm golden glow into the room.

Y/n's sleep is restful, her mind blissfully blank and free of worry. She barely moves, her breathing slow and steady as she drifts off into a calm, dreamless slumber.

That night, while Shoto laid in bed, he could only think about one thing. Y/n. He closed his eyes, the image of her sleeping in front of him imprinted in his mind. He couldn't get the sight out of his head, the way she had looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. Her face had been relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she slept. He had never seen her look so sweet, so innocent before.

His chest felt tight as he thought about her, and he couldn't quite understand why.

Why was he thinking like this? Why was he fixated on her, on the way she had looked in that moment, soft and so damn cute?

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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ON THE RING masterlist

Pairing!: ex! boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, includes written parts,non canon!Bakugou

Status!: ongoing

01 | what is wrong with you?

02 | d1 supporter

03 | mutual agreement

04 | noisy

05 | old friends

06 | mixed feelings

07 | come over

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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INCLUDES WRITTEN PART

The girl was standing by the door. Patiently waiting for Bakugou’s arrival.

She didn’t know what she was going to say, nor how she was going to say it, but she knew that whatever went down tonight, it would utterly alter their chemistry.

Surprisingly she was much comfortable with their relationship status right now. But something deep down screamed for a change and she wanted to satisfy that desire.

It took no longer than 20 minutes for the boxer to reach her doorstep. With a confident hand he knocked on her door.

As the girl opened it she was faced with a big bouquet of roses. Red , white , pink and even blue. “no way” she let out as she took ahold of the flowers, inhaling the aurora smell. “Katsuki you didn’t have to” she lightly punched his shoulder.

“You sounded a little gloomy so i wanted to lighten up your mood” he faintly smiled as his eyes followed her figure.

“Still, you shouldn’t have gone out of your way like this” She said as she placed down the bouquet. “But thanks for coming over, i just felt so overwhelmed with emotion, i needed your help”

Katsuki enters, his typical confident and cocky demeanor on full display. “Alright, alright, so you called me over here to talk about your feelings, huh?” He grins, crossing his muscular arms across his chest as he leans against the the wall.

The boxer looks at her with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. “Alright, I'm curious. Let's hear it. What's got you so overwhelmed that you needed my help?"

“I just… i don't know” she shakes her head “ i was so prejudiced about the idea of us talking, getting back together. But the more i talk to you…i just can’t help but feel something for you”.

The girl had no idea why she was so straight up with him. Why he felt so easy to talk to. He was her ex. They had broken up for a reason. Yet again she couldn’t keep her distance, she couldn’t resist the urge to go up to him, to hug him, to kiss him, to feel him, just like she used to.

The blondes usual confident demeanor falters slightly as she's so straightforward with her words. He is surprised at first, but he quickly regains his composure. “What did you just say?” He pushes himself off the wall and takes a few steps towards her.

She felt like he was taunting her. Like he was teasing her, making her repeat herself for his satisfaction.

Katsuki grins as he steps closer, his eyes narrowing further. “And what, exactly, do you feel for me? Is it longing? Desire? Love?"

He smirks, knowing he's enjoying watching her trying to figure out her own emotions.

The girl is irritated with his behavior. He is teasing her, making her confess without him confirming if he feels the same. He’s just stroking his ego. She had called him over for a wholesome conversation but he is not cooperating.

“Is this your idea of fun?” she deadpans feeling insecure under his strong crimson gaze. “Making me confess to you about how much i want you” she took a step closer as-well. Katsuki laughs as she takes a step closer to him, clearly enjoying her irritation.

"Oh, come on. It's not 'my idea of fun' but seeing you all frustrated and annoyed is definitely a bonus, I'll admit." He grins widely, his crimson eyes staring at her, his muscular frame towering over her.

"Besides, I'm not 'making you' confess to me. You brought me here because you wanted to talk about how you're feeling, right? And now you're getting all embarrassed because you can't even figure out your own emotions?"

He lets out a scoff, clearly enjoying the upper hand in this situation. He takes another step closer, shortening the distance between them.

“Are you just gonna act like i’m the only one feeling this way” she challenges, the tension thick in the air. “I see the way you look at me Katsuki, i can feel the way you touch me even tho its unnecessary, i acknowledge the things you do for me that you don’t for anyone else.”

Katsuki grins at her answer “oh, so you think you’ve got me all figured out huh? You’ve got all these little clues and hints to prove that i want you?”

"But here's the thing, princess. You might think you know me, but do you really? Do you know why I act the way I do around you?” The blonde reaches forward, gently grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at him.

"Maybe I just like the way you squirm and get all flustered when I tease you. Maybe it's just a power play, making you confess your feelings and desires to me while I sit back and enjoy the show." He grins, his thumb lightly running over her bottom lip, almost tauntingly.

"Or maybe I do have feelings for you, but I'm just too damn stubborn to admit it." he finished. Y/n rolled her eyes “You’re playing too much right now and i’m starting to regret calling you over”

“Oh, come on. You can't call me over, confess your 'feelings' for me and then get all annoyed when I don't immediately admit that I feel the same way. It's too easy for me to tease you, princess." He leans in slightly, his breath hot against her ear.

"Besides, you know you love the way I make you squirm." He continued taunting her "You can't help but love the way I make your heart race, the way I make you blush and stumble over your words. You love the way I tease and taunt you, because deep down, you know you love the attention I give you."

He whispered in her ear, his voice low and almost sensual, his body now pressed against her. He runs a hand down her side, his touch electrifying against her skin.

To say that the girl was stunned was an understatement. However nothing had prepared her for the sudden kiss that Katsuki had suddenly indulged her in.

His lips were rough up against her soft ones. She could also feel a scar, that was probably caused by his sparring. His callused hand was resting on the small of her back as he pulled her even closer to his body.

The kiss was hungry, long anticipated. The boxer need it her. He wanted more of her. A kiss just wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving.

His tongue was wrestling with hers. Both of them trying to assert dominance. But his hands driving lower on her body distracted her from the kiss.

She felt his hand land on her ass, as he squished at the flesh. The kiss was now broken as he guided his lips down to her neck and collarbone leaving small bites and kisses to her delicate skin.

Soft breaths were leaving her mouth, a few whimpers escaping with every bite and sucking of his. “Just like that” , “i want to hear you” he would whisper to her as his hand traveled dangerously close to her womanhood.

The girl pressed her thighs together at the touch. Trapping his hand as well. He only chuckled at that as he suddenly lifted her up, her legs automatically hugging his waist.

It was as if she weighed nothing when he walked towards the couch. Gently placing her on the soft cushion.

“I want you so bad” he whispered as he kissed the helix of her ear. The girl only responded with another passionate kiss as her hand landed on his abs.

His hips moved with rhythm as his clothed part grinded against hers. He could only imagine how he would feel inside her. Filling her up with his cock as she drowned in her moans.

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BNHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU PUTING THEM ON YOUR HEAR ME OUT CAKE

feat: K. Bakugou , S. Todoroki , I. Midoriya, N.Monoma , S. Hitoshi

author note!: I haven’t seen this idea being done before so here is my take!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Katsuki spends at least 30 minutes on tiktok before going to sleep, so he definitely knows what a “hear me out cake” is.

Initially he laughed when he saw you holding a mini version of a Monoma on a stick “Of course only they would find him attractive” he rolled his eyes as you were explaining your thoughts to a disgusted Mina.

After the pinknets turn, you placed another figure down on the cake. This time it was one of UA top students, Katsuki Bakugou!

At that moment he felt betrayed, bamboozled and might i say offended.

“Why would i be here, i am conveniently attractive!” he shouted at himself. Did you really just assume that him being good looking is a quirky and unique idea!

He immediately called you. The minute you answered, he didn’t even give you time to question the sudden phone call, as he demanded you to take down the video. He then proceeded to yell at you for the next 20 minutes about how “selfish you were for thinking that only you found him attractive, or how he was not a “hear me out”. He then took another 10 minutes explaining how his good looks were a FACT and trying to prove his point by telling you than he benches twice your weight and so on.

At the end of the night you were forced if not HARASSED to take down the tiktok.

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto has no idea what a “hear me out cake” is. I doubt he would even have TikTok, so naturally he only found out about the video through Izuku’s fyp. So while the poor boy was scrolling through the app and watching the TikTok you made with Momo, Shoto was watching as well through his friends shoulder. At first he was much disinterested as he couldn’t quite understand why miniatures of his classmates were being placed on a cake by you and Momo.

His interest only piqued when you presented a mini version of him. “what does that mean?” he asked Midoriya who jumped not expected from his friend to have been watching this whole time. The shorter boy tried to explain the concept of “hear me out” but it was to no vail.

Todoroki just assumed that you thought he was ugly. So for the rest of the day he tried to move on, ignoring the sad feeling that shadowed him. His whole life people would praise him for his looks, but the one person whose opinion actually mattered to him…thought he was ugly?

Fortunately Deku was quick with explaining to you the whole situation and you didn’t waist time to confront Shoto.

His sad feelings had automatically vanished when you enlightened him that he wasn’t actually considered a “hear me out” since most people were akin to his looks, you just wanted to point out a different perspective of why you thought of him as attractive, not just because of his facial features.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Deku was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when he fell upon a video of you and Ochaco doing the viral “hear me out cake”trend.

The boy was watching the video with much interest, him adding on to your explanations as well. For example when you added Tigress from Kung Fu Panda and you were quick to justify that she had an attractive aura,he also pointed out on her assertiveness.

Non the less, it was safe to say that when his name fell out of your mouth as a picture of him appeared on your hand he was a blushing mess.

Sure he was aware that his shy personality could be an ick for some people, but hearing from you that he was really underrated and that you found him very cute made him malfunction.

For the next few days he couldn’t look at you without blushing. He couldn’t even speak to you without messing up a word or two, but he was more than glad to find out that you were inspired by him. That’s why be wanted to be a hero! To motivate others to try their best, even when the odds are against them.

NEITO MONOMA

Ok let’s be real, Monoma definitely enjoys brain rot and he spends a lot of time on the app. He is always up to date with trends and new slang, so he is definitely aware of what a “hear me out cake is”.

Now, Neito also believes that out of all UA students, he definitely is one of the most attractive, if not THE most!

So rest assured that when he saw you pulling out that miniature version of him and heard you say “im suprised i haven’t seen anyone else point out his looks, he is sooo pretty” he quickly fled to the comments.

He was spamming insults like crazy. Mostly attacking your spacial awareness. “labeling me as a hear me out is crazy”, “get a reality check”, “how could you do this” What offended him more was the audacity to put him on the same cake as Bakugou Katsuki.

To him, it was like you had broken an unspoken rule. So he did what any sane person would do. He made his own version of a “hear me out cake” where he pulled out a bunch of pictures of you,only you.

Kendo who thought they were filming a normal tiktok covered her mouth in astonishment not even bothering to present her picks. “My pick is Y/n because im probably the only person who likes them” he began “another unique pick of mine is Y/n, who only I find attractive” “ and here we have someone new, someone fresh: y/n ladys and gentlemen!, who unfortunately only i recognize the beauty of”

HITOSHI SHINSO

Shinso isn’t really chronically online but i’m sure he has passed by the “hear me out cake” trend. So when he saw you pulling him out of your pocket he quickly understood what you were referring to.

Surprisingly, he was glad to see a person thinking of his quirk as interesting and full of potential. He smiled softly when you said “i could only dream of having a quirk as strong as his”.

It also didn’t go unnoticed by him the way you talked about his looks. How you referred to his eye bags as attractive and his purple hair as astonishingly beautiful. He even allowed himself to chuckle when you noted on his liking of cats, even calling him a “cat dad”.

After the video ended with a few more additions in the cake he found himself searching for your socials and pressing that “message” button.

With a bit of hesitation he texted you something along the lines of “So you like my hair huh?” but it only took him a minute to regret his decision, cringing with himself. He tried to delete the message but you were already typing back.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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The girl held her phone as she waited for a reply. Things were moving fast and she was forced to move with them. Her life was becoming more and more complicated, and if she wasn’t sure of how she was feeling, maybe Katsuki could help her.

She wasn’t stupid. No,no she was painfully aware that Bakugou still had feelings for her. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for him too. It was only the fact that she had recently broken up with Hinata that made her think that she ought to take a break. Jumping into another relationship, even if it wasn’t new, wouldn’t benefit her in the long run.

But Katsuki made her feel special. He made her feel like she deserved a happy and healthy relationship, a second chance.

He was a proper gentleman.

Not taking the chance to use her body when she was laid out in front of him, yeah it was the bare minimum, but most guys these days wouldn’t even think twice before taking her then and there.

Or how he offered to carry her when her heels were starting to hurt.

Or how he made sure to guard her drink when she went to the toilet.

Or how he would compliment her and use those toe curling nicknames.

Or how he would touch her with his hard hands. How his hand would rest between her thighs as he leaned to her ear to whisper to her.

Or how his pinky would play with the bottom of her dress.

Or even when he looked at her with wet hair, a glass of champagne in hand and the water of the jacuzzi covering half his torso. He looked like a dream, a J-pop idol, a prince. Anything perfect really.

She then remembered how he leaked his lips and leaned forward to take a sip from his glass while maintaining eye contact. How he sat her between his legs, the water bubbling around them and whispered sweet nothings like “you’re perfect”, “your skin looks so smooth” “i missed us”

Y/n was fucked. Not by Katsuki like she wanted to be. But by her feelings that were all over the place.

So she did what any normal, sane person would do… she called him over to her apartment.

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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Includes a written part!

“Are my eyes tweaking right now bro” Denki whispered to Kirishima as he saw Y/n walk in beside Katsuki. His astonishment was shut down by Mina who was quick to sprint towards the said girl.

“Y/n!” she shouted, voice toned with excitement “Mina!” the girl responded with a similar tone.

The scene was quite dramatic. The two girls were hugging each other like they came back from war.

Kirishima was the first to take action as he pulled away Mina, taking his turn to greet the girl.

“What brings you here Y/n” Kirishima laughed happy to see his best friend’s ex, who he himself had gotten to make a friend out of.

“Bakugo was kind enough to invite me” she rolled her eyes playfully, stealing a quick glance at the blonde who was already looking at her.

“I haven’t seen you in forever omg!” Mina cried out as she took Y/n’s hand and pulled her towards their table.

Behind followed the three boys.

“What the hell man” Kirishima said next to the boxer “You got back together with Y/n and you didn’t think to tell us” he continued as he shook his head in disbelief

“We are not back together” the blonde shrugged but the way his eyes looked at her begged to differ.

“yet” Commented Denki who was shaking his head lightly laughing.

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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The girl felt the paparazzi’s flashlight following her every move as she heading for the vip area.

Funnily enough, It was decorated extravagantly for christmas with reds and yellows. UA theme colors.

Her heels clicked against the ground as she strolled with confidence and elegance.

She was used to this lifestyle…She was no NBA wife, but she was much familiar with the boxing industry and how it is to be dating a boxer.

She felt like a comic character…watching a match between two of her ex’s.

But thats just her life, she wasn’t blessed with a Michael B. Jordan but she had a Bakugou Katsuki starring at her from the door of his dressing room. And that was enough to make her knees wobbly and her palms sweaty.

“Well look who made us the honor of showing up” he said confidently. He was leaning against the door with folded arms , his shirt was missing and he seemed to be checking Y/n out (not that she was aware of it) .

The boxer walked towards the girl with undeniable confident. His gaze traveled down her body shamelessly.

He then stopped right in front of her, their bodies almost touching. Bakugou leaned a bit forward to make his presence even more intimidating.

"I missed seeing you here."

His voice was low and filled with a hint of nostalgia and possessiveness. He missed her more than he liked to admit.

“its kind of nostalgic don’t you think?” she said looking around the dressing room that seemed to have barely changed at all.

“mm sure is” he nonchalantly answered as he sat down on the leather couch

“remember when we used to fuck, right here on this couch” he tapped on the leather fabric

“and how you were so scared we would get caught” he laughed

She rolled her eyes “and we almost did get caught” she replied sitting on a nearby stool.

Bakugo took ahold of the stool as he pulled it closer to him. The wheels effortlessly rolling on the ground with a satisfying sound.

He chuckled at her comment about their past adventures on the couch.

He knew the memory was as vivid in her mind as it was in his.

The boxer smirked at her reaction to him pulling her stool closer.

The pair fell into a quick silence. Not an awkward one…it was rather familiar. It was shortly broken however when an assistant barged through the door.

“You’re out in 7 minutes” the short woman said as she exited the room

“Sounds like my cue to leave” She said as she held back a small pout

When the assistant entered the room, Bakugou's expression turned more serious. He was brought back to reality, it was time to focus on the match ahead.

“i hope your cheer my name loud enough for him to hear” Katsuki said as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking up at her from his sitting position.

“Make him regret every moment he spent away from you.” he finished

“Like you did?” she questioned

“Like i did” he nodded maintaining eye contact.

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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