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fireworks - k.b.

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, also cursing? it’s bakugo what do you expect word count: 3.4k oops my hand slipped a/n: i wrote this for a friend so here you go tam ily && idk how to format this im sorry also if there's mistakes its a common occurrence what else is new Bakugo knew from the way your knuckles rapped on his door that it was you. He grunted loud enough for you to hear and looked up from his desk to watch you stumble in closing the door and falling against it, the only sounds in the room being the fan in the corner and your sigh of relief. He assumed something annoying occurred with you by your demeanor, it was probably some stupid extra keeping you from getting to his room sooner than later. The sun had started its descent, the beginnings of a sunset were painted outside Bakugo’s window. When you finally looked up and met his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at his silhouette against the fading sky. He was unamused, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were uncharacteristically gentle looking at you. You caught him in a relaxed mood. A rarity.

“Hey..” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you were once again caught in his gaze, still gentle, but waiting for a response.

“Hey.” You smiled back brightly, you didn’t get a smile in return, but you could tell he was happy you were here. He just showed it differently. He turned his head back to his papers and continued to write, you took that as your cue to make yourself comfortable. Sitting on his bed, you took out your phone and secretly snapped a picture of him, adding it to your album of candid bakugo photos. He had no idea. Or so you thought.

A smirk found its way onto your lips when you took the hair tie off your wrist and slingshot it at his back, making him jolt up and shoot you a glare.

“The fuck?”

“Sit up straight you gremlin.” This made him growl, only making your smile wider. You had gotten to the point with Bakugo where his outbursts and overall explosive attitude didn’t phase you. If anything you were more of a catalyst for him, while also keeping him at bay. At first he found it weird, you supported him and let him loose, but you also managed to calm him down and.. make him better. Calmer, more genuine. They were the tiniest of steps but they were steps nonetheless. That’s one of the things he loved about you, though he’d never admit it out loud, you let him be himself while also making him a better person. You didn’t hold him back, but you didn’t sugarcoat things. He appreciated that. Honestly he’d be pissed if he found out you were just playing with him. But that wasn’t the case.

“My posture’s fucking fine.” The tiny voice in the back of his head knew you were right, but bickering with you always made his pulse quicken just a bit, interacting with you gave him minuscule butterflies in his stomach, a fact he would take to his grave, but a fact.

“You know I’m right, do you want proof? I have evidence.” You challenged him, holding up your phone. He scoffed at your rebuttal, annoyed again that you were literally- taking pictures behind his back. He knew you snapped pictures all the time, at first it was annoying, and he almost forced you to delete them but he decided he’d let you keep this up when he saw you beaming over them. Happy (Y/N) = Happy Bakugo.

Bakugo mumbled something under his breath and turned back to his work, this time with a straighter spine. Your ears couldn’t quite pick up what he said, but you smiled as he accepted defeat and straightened his back. You loved teasing him and he did the same all the time, but you also loved that he was letting you. You both were constantly trying to have the upper hand on each other, some kind of power play, but even others in the class could attest to how compatible you were for each other.

You snapped another picture, this time with the better posture and smiled to yourself. At this point the sunset was almost at it’s apex and the orange and yellow hues on Bakugo’s skin made you wish you had your real camera. It was left in your room, and if you went to get it your golden window of opportunity would be gone in a second, so a phone photo would do.

You sat in silence and listened to the fan and watched the movement of his writing, noting his leg started to bounce. He was content with you just being here with him, but in truth he wanted to finish his work badly. He wanted to go over and sit with you, hold you, play with your hair. He knew you’d be patiently waiting until he was done, because you knew he needed to get his work done before anything, but that didn’t stop his leg from bouncing in slight anticipation. He was exhausted and all he wanted right now was your arms around him, the scent of your shampoo in his nose, your soft tendrils brushing against his skin. Almost done.

Bakugo stole a glance behind his back and saw you had gotten more comfortable, head hanging upside-down off the bed, the latest hero magazine cover blocking your face. You felt his gaze and lowered the magazine to show only your eyes. Bakugo didn’t know how you smiled with your eyes but you did, his leg bouncing faster as he turned to finish his work.

Only a couple of minutes had passed but Bakugo was getting restless, and when he finally put his pencil down and closed his book, he swiveled around and looked at you again, still reading the magazine. He stood and walked over, plucking the magazine from your hands much to your dismay.

“I was reading that!” You pouted, looking at him standing over you, an unamused expression gracing his features.

“Does it look like I care?” His expression said no, but you knew the right answer was yes. He wanted your attention on him, not a fucking magazine.

“I was waiting for you to finish.”

“I’m finished.”

“Then come here asshat.” He scoffed at your lame insult and pulled you up as he situated himself on the bed. He leaned against the headboard on his pillow and wrapped his arm around you as you snaked your arms around his middle, burying your face into his neck. Finally breathing out a sigh you followed suit, relishing in the silent ease. He closed his eyes and hummed to himself, finally content with you in his arms—

The moment was immediately broken with the slam of the door. The both of you startled and alert.

“There you are!- Oh.. Caught you guys in a moment huh?” Kaminari winked and settled his hands on his hips. His smile quickly faded at Bakugo’s glare. He had quickly sat up and half shielded you with his arm that was wrapped around you, you weren’t indecent in any way, still your privacy was just violated. Hm what a gentleman.

“WHAT THE FU-“

“Hey! Are you guys ready-“ Mina came in from behind Kaminari, witnessing the scene and quickly assessing the situation, “Ohmygooooooooosh you guys are so cute!”

“Get out. Now.”

“Okay dude hear us out-“

“GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!” Your hand on his bicep stopped him from getting up and kicking their asses which you knew was inevitable. Your touch immediately calmed him enough for you to stare him down and make him calm down, you wanted an explanation first before you let him loose.

“Let’s hear ‘em out.”

“No it’s probably some stupid shi-“

“What do you guys need?” You blatantly ignored him, raising your voice over his and pointing your attention at the two intruders, slightly annoyed at the interruption of your perfect cuddling time. Kaminari was at a loss of words, he was scared he’d say something to piss Bakugo off again. Mina stepped forward, a newfound glee in her aura.

“Fireworks!” Hah? Fireworks. Both you and your boyfriend had confusion written over you faces, frozen in place trying to process what that meant.

“You want.. fireworks?” Gaze still holding Mina’s you held your arm in front of Bakugo who had obviously had enough, keeping him from making another mess you didn’t feel like cleaning up.

“No, no! The class is going to go to the river and watch the fireworks show together! We thought it would be a nice ‘hurrah!’ to the end of summer break!” Mina said enthusiastically, Kaminari smiled with her at the idea.

“No-“

“That’s a great idea!” Bakugo scoffed at your interruption and now it was your turn to be glared at. You didn’t pay him any mind, smiling back at Mina and Kaminari. They eagerly celebrated your affirmation while Bakugo was still steaming.

“(Y/n) what the fuck, no we’re not going.” His voice was rougher now, he was upset and he was unable to hide it. He wanted to be alone with you and cuddle. He wasn’t going to say that but you knew what he wanted. But what fun would you be if you gave him everything he wanted? Even if the idea of cuddling and dozing off in each other’s arms sounded amazing, seeing him amongst the night sky as fireworks lit up around you seemed amazing as well. Also you may or may not have this crazy romantic wish list, and kissing your boyfriend during fireworks may or may not be on that crazy romantic wish list.

“Yes we are.” You gave him a smirk and got up, the loss of your warmth only making his grimace worsen. “We’ll be right there guys, just give us a minute.” At that Mina and Kaminari left with smiles on their faces, and you with an angry Bakugo. A common occurrence.

You went to stand and get ready when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down and in mere seconds you were face to face with a very upset boyfriend obviously wanting an explanation to your behavior. He ground his teeth and huffed out his nose, not having to say a word to show his thoughts.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“You’re ugly when you ruin our alone time.”

“Oof, try again, the comeback was terrible.” You were thriving off of Bakugo’s discontent, but eventually you had to give in before it turned into a screaming match. A small sigh left your lips, “I’m sorry for ruining the moment but we can have as many as you want later. We are going out with the class because this is our last year at U.A, this is our last summer together. And I know you’re going to miss your friends once this is all over, so making these memories now are worth it in the end I promise.” Your words seemed to soften his glare, and he realized you were making solid points, as much as he hated to admit it. He was headstrong but he had gotten comfortable with the class and he’d managed to tolerate just about everyone to an extent.

Admitting defeat he groaned and dropped his head into your neck, your hands instinctively carding through his hair. He didn’t say anything which meant he agreed. You patted his back asking him to get up and he did reluctantly. Sitting up and standing you offered your hand in silence and waited for him to grasp it before hauling him off the bed and out of his room. When you met everyone in the common area you were greeted with smiles and hello’s, everyone seemed ready to be off.

“Sorry for holding you guys up..” You apologized to the class but it was brushed off and you followed everyone out of the dorm. At this point the sun had said adieu and the moon started to shine through the littered clouds. It was a beautiful evening, you thought. You looked over to Bakugo also admiring the sky but still fashioning his trademark scowl. For a small instance, he was glad you dragged him out of his room. His hand around yours tightened just a smidge. It wasn’t a far walk to the river, by the time the class arrived there was a small crowd on the bridge and along the bank.

When you found a nice area for everyone to sit, you found a spot on the grass in the throes of the people waiting for the show. You let go of Bakugo’s hand to which you exchanged a look of “are you okay?” and you both nodded to eachother, Bakugo’s attention being drawn away by Sero and the rest of the gang and you by Ochako and Tsuyu. You smiled and joined their conversation while your boyfriend was in his own.

That was another thing. Your relationship was a perfect balance of being each others rock and also letting each other breathe. You had your own friends and he had his, and there was never a problem with trust. You trusted him with your life and vice versa. You’ve been together for a little over two years now, having cultivated so much appreciation for each other while also learning so much. The class got along really well and you were glad to have had such wonderful people to grow with. Including him. He knew that. You made sure of that. You hadn’t said it yet but you loved him. Maybe there just hasn’t been the right moment for you to say it but you were both aware of each other’s feelings. It wasn’t said through words, and honestly you didn’t really need to hear it, you knew. He made sure of that.

The sky was a dark midnight blue and the clouds in the sky were scarce, meaning the display of fireworks would be easily seen. Hagakure noted that it was almost time for the fireworks to start and everyone started to sit down on the grass, thankfully the weather recently had been decent and the dew wasn’t so obnoxiously wet. You picked a small daisy at your feet and twirled it in your fingers, noting the familiar warmth that sat next to you. Bakugo sat with one leg up, his arm draped over his knee, “When are these damn fireworks gonna star-“

The booming sound of the first firework cut him off which made you laugh, looking up and watching the array of colors explode and paint the sky in streaks. You squint your eyes at first, adjusting to the bright flashes while also getting used to the loud sounds that rang out over the town. Now that you think about it, it was kinda like Bakugo’s quirk. Big, boisterous, and loud. Hm, how fitting.

“I bet you could make some awesome fireworks with your explosions.” You challenged while simultaneously stroking his ego, something he loved.

He scoffed while trying to hide a smirk, “That’s not how it works dumbass.” You were just playing with him and you had no idea how it actually worked, but you basked in getting a reaction like that out of him. At first he was so reluctant and even upset at the prospect of fireworks with the class, now, not so much. He seemed.. happy even.

Bakugo looked back up at the sky, his expression wasn’t negative, or positive, but more mutual. Casual. The fireworks lit up in his irises, and as cheesy as it sounded, you couldn’t look away. Just like how the sunset stood against his profile, lighting up his skin, the light from the moon and the colorful explosions in the sky did the same, only this time you had a better picture. You were front row and center and you desperately wished you could capture the moment, instead settling to burn the image in your mind. Beautiful.

It didn’t take long for him to notice your staring, scrutinizing you and asking, “What are you looking at?” You, silly.

You didn’t even process the fact that your thoughts were said aloud but by the sudden color in his cheeks and on the tips of his ears, Bakugo was cracking under the icky romantic feeling you were displaying. This caused him to abruptly put his hand over your face and push you away, scoffing, to which you giggled and let your eyes find the fireworks again. Yes you were both hard-asses, but you also had romantic moments. Granted they were usually in the privacy of his room and included you two, but you didn’t forget when he first held your hand /outside/ his room, letting everyone see. He was confident with you and your relationship, but you were mostly happy in the confidence he had himself.

He managed to stay true to who he is but also let himself grow and become a more genuine person, even if the original thought made him laugh. He wouldn’t tell you, at least, not anytime soon, but he believes a major reason why he is the way he is today is thanks to you. He thought back to when he finally decided to ask All Might of all people for relationship advice, feeling like he had no one else to go to. When he mentioned you, All Might only encouraged him but reminded him, /your partner is supposed to lift you up, make you a better person while letting you still see the world through your own eyes./ Yup, you fit that description pretty perfectly. God he was such a sap. What did you do to him?

Now it was his turn to watch you under the fireworks. He watched as the flashes perfectly lit up every inch of your profile, inwardly scoffing at the memory of you saying how bad you looked in the mirror. He had said you had shit for brains which was his way of calling you beautiful.

A sudden breeze came and your hair was blown into your face, momentarily blinding you and causing you to spit your hair out of your mouth. You managed to control your hair and heard your boyfriend laugh at your moment of annoyance, earning him a glare and a hard punch to the shoulder.

“Ey!” He punched back playfully which made you fake a gasp and rub your shoulder. Your lips quivered as if on the verge of tears; you pretended to play the victim all the time but at this point Bakugo saw past it and rolled his eyes at your mediocre performance. The act was this; play the victim and make him feel bad, and then hit him back twice as hard. You never failed to challenge him when you felt like it, and you weren’t a dainty flower. Yet another attribute he appreciated.

“You’re an asshat, you know that?”

“But I’m your asshat.” You cuddled up against his side, leaning your head on his shoulder, putting on your best sappy smile.

“Ew shut up.”

“Make me.” Is that a fucking challenge? Your stare down lasted mere seconds before you raised your eyebrows as if saying well? and suddenly his lips were on yours. Your eyes closed and the light from the fireworks along with the butterflies raging in your stomach made your head dizzy. Somehow you managed to kiss your boyfriend while watching fireworks. It was beyond cheesy but you could not give a shit. Soon enough your lungs were starting to ache and you had to part to breathe but were pleasantly surprised when he went back for another. The fireworks long forgotten.

“Get a room lovebirds.” You could hear the smirk in his tone. Kaminari just loved ruining your moments didn’t he. The sound of your lips parting made you blush harder than you thought it would and Bakugo immediately turned to look behind him.

“Eat shit Pikachu.” This caused everyone around to chuckle at the exchange, making Bakugo jump back to reality and realize he was in public. You watched as his blush lit up his face and he turned and faced away and towards you, embarrassed and annoyed. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight, letting him know it was okay. He looked up and found your assuring gaze, forgetting about the fireworks and forgetting about everything else. You were there and that’s all that mattered. He squeezed back, letting a huff out and looking back at the sky, the fireworks going crazy in the sky as a finale. He was glad you made him come out for the fireworks. Glad that he got to make this memory with you and his class. He was glad you were his. And he was unconditionally in love with you, and he didn’t need to say it out loud. You knew. He made sure of that.

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