xanneeeyyyy

[xanneeeyyyy]

That's my girl

Pairings: ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x ProHero Reader

In which a romantic night out takes an unexpected turn, but taking down a villain in heels is just another part of your routine.

The night was supposed to be a well-earned break—a rare evening where the two of you, Pro Heroes in high demand, could simply enjoy each other’s company without the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. The restaurant was upscale, warm candlelight reflecting off the polished marble floors, soft jazz playing in the background.

You sat across from Katsuki, his sharp crimson gaze fixed on you as he rested his forearms on the table. His usual scowl was softer, replaced by something quieter—contentment.

"You look good," he muttered, almost begrudgingly, as if he hated admitting how breathtaking you were in your form-fitting dress and sky-high heels.

You smirked, swirling the wine in your glass. "Just good?"

"Tch. You always look good," he grumbled, before taking a sip of his drink. "You know what I mean."

The moment was perfect. But, as always, duty called.

Katsuki's phone buzzed against the table. His jaw clenched as he snatched it up, barely sparing the screen a glance before clicking his tongue in irritation. "Gotta take this." You nodded as he stood, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before stepping toward a quieter area of the restaurant.

You sighed, shaking your head. Work never stopped, even on your rare nights off. Still, you couldn’t be mad about it—you both had the same life, the same responsibilities.

But then, the night shifted.

A sudden, deafening BOOM tore through the air.

The ground trembled beneath you, sending plates crashing to the floor. Screams erupted as smoke and dust billowed from the far end of the restaurant, the elegant ambiance shattered in an instant. Your instincts kicked in immediately. Your hand shot to your thigh, where a hidden knife was strapped beneath your dress. But as the dust cleared, your body tensed—not from fear, but from recognition.

A figure emerged from the smoke, clad in torn, dark clothing, his face half-covered by a crude mask. You knew him.

Three years ago, he had been nothing more than a petty criminal—a wannabe villain who had attempted a high-stakes bank robbery, only for you to personally take him down. You had crushed him before he even had the chance to fight back, leaving him humiliated and broken.

Now, he was back. And judging by the self-righteous fury in his eyes, he hadn't forgotten. You exhaled slowly, rising gracefully from your seat. The restaurant was in chaos, civilians scrambling toward the exits, but you walked with unwavering confidence, each step purposeful.

Click. Click. Click.

The sharp sound of your heels against the marble floor cut through the panicked noise. The villain stiffened. His breath hitched.

He knew that sound. His head snapped toward you, and the second his gaze met yours, his entire body went rigid.

"A-Astral..."

A slow smirk played at your lips. "Miss me?" The villain swallowed hard before masking his fear with a sneer. "Tch. You think I'm still the same guy you beat back then? I've gotten stronger!" His hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly. "I spent three years planning this moment, waiting for my chance to—"

You snapped your fingers.

The space around him shuddered.

A ripple tore through the air, gravity distorting around him in an instant. He let out a strangled gasp as his body was yanked downward, slamming him into the ground with bone-cracking force. The tiles beneath him cracked from the impact, dust and debris kicking up around him.

He choked, struggling to push himself up, but you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes.

Another pulse.

The space around him contracted violently, dragging him down once more, his body twisting unnaturally as the sheer force crushed him into submission.

"Stronger?" you echoed, stepping closer, your presence unshakable. "You must be delusional."

He let out a strained growl, forcing himself to his knees, shaking with effort. "Y-You bitch—" Your leg swung up in a perfect arc, your high-heeled foot connecting brutally with his jaw. The impact sent him soaring backward, his body slamming into a nearby table with enough force to shatter it to pieces. A few patrons gasped in shock, but no one moved—no one dared. The villain groaned, clutching his face as he spat out blood. His entire body trembled, whether from rage or humiliation, you couldn’t tell.

"You think you can scare me?" he hissed, eyes burning with desperation. "You have no idea what I—"

You laughed.

A soft, deadly sound.

With a slow, deliberate step forward, you placed a hand on your hip and smirked down at him.

"Listen, you fucker," you purred, voice dripping with amusement. "Don't mess with women like me,"

You leaned in slightly, your lips curling into a smirk as you whispered,

"Especially when I'm wearing heels longer than your dick."

The restaurant fell into a stunned silence.

Every man in the room shifted uncomfortably, involuntarily glancing downward. Some cleared their throats. Others looked at their shoes as if suddenly interested in the floor. The villain’s face burned with humiliation, his anger momentarily overshadowed by sheer, crippling embarrassment. A pained groan escaped from the villain as he struggled to push himself up, but before he could even attempt anything reckless, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the space.

The police had arrived.

You sighed, tilting your head as you watched them drag him to his feet. His bruised and bloody face twisted with resentment, but the fight in him had already fizzled out. One of the officers turned to you with a respectful nod. "We appreciate your assistance, Astral." You offered a small, confident smile, adjusting your dress as you replied, "Just doing my job. Glad I could help."

And then—

A low, amused chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, spotting Katsuki leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his signature smirk tugging at his lips. His crimson eyes gleamed with pride, and the cocky tilt of his head sent a warm thrill through your chest. "You done showin’ off yet?" he muttered, his lips quirking into a smirk.

You hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "I don’t know… was it impressive?"

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Tch. You fuckin’ know it was." Without another word, Katsuki dipped his head, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against your forehead. His warm hand cupped the side of your face for a moment before he pulled back, crimson eyes scanning you intently for any scratches or bruises. Satisfied that you were unharmed, his grip tightened around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin “That’s my girl,”

When he finally exhaled, his breath was warm against your cheek, his voice low and possessive.

"Next time, try not to turn me on in the middle of a damn restaurant."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Can’t make any promises, Dynamight."

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.

©2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

── .✦ "better than you do"

katsuki bakugou.

"yeah i bet you like that... you always like that.."

he's growling in your ear, your couch just doesn't seem big enough to fit the both of you. how could big, strong, pro hero dynamight fall for a little waitress like you? honestly, a year ago you were trying to pay off your college tuition and now -- you had a big angry blond to take all your worries away and do it all for you.

with a frown on his face, ofcourse.

he's all hot. in many ways. his body, his sweat, his breath, the feeling balling in his stomach. you just did things to him and he absolutely hated it. he hated when he got all feral like this for you, when he got all touchy like he wasn't the most short tempered hardass.

today, katsuki chose to be an asshole because he thought he saw a guy watching you at work. katsuki had come after his day patrol to pick you up from your shift when that scrawny twerp laid his eyes on you.

who the fuck looks at his girl?!

it didnt help that you were actually pretty famous now. showin up to those dumb red carpets with him that you nearly have to drag him to. all because you're just.. engaged to him.

maybe it's a dick thing to say, but he misses when you were a nobody.

"nobody does it better than i do, huhhh?" he drags out the last noise, leaning down and licking up your cheek. you've actually never seen him this...

whats even the word? horny? posessive? he never let himself get like this.

"say it.. say it you fuckin.." his hands slide down your baby soft hips.

"..fuckin sexy little .." he growls in frustration.

you moan, loud and long. needy and aching for him, for his fingers his tongue -- but especially that girthy number nobody but you got to see.

"katsu, nobody does it better than you do.."

he moans at that, nodding in response and reaching down to lift your hips with one hand and smack your ass hard with the other.

"yeah.. such a pretty girl.." he growls out those four words. something he never really said with such blatant confidence before. you really liked this new katsuki.

but hell, maybe this is the married version of katsuki. the wedding was right around the corner after all...

[xanneeeyyyy]

Shit. 

Pain flares up in your abdomen as you try not to think about the blood gushing out of your side, as the taste of iron lines your taste buds, making you want to vomit. 

You were on a mission with your close friend and pro hero, Deku, who you consider a friend till the end after endless mission assignments together. It was almost ironic, blood gushing out of your side and you were panicking about getting to work tomorrow.

Outside of being a pro hero, you worked as a part time model for none other than Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. They liked you well enough, becoming an almost seocnd family to you, often dropping hints that you would be a perfect fit for their hotheaded son. You’d laugh at their insistence, waving off their jokes - finding the jokes even more amusing in the face of reality.

You were an underground Pro Hero that specialized in espionage and stealth, a major asset to Pro Hero Deku as you balanced his brute force with elegance and mobility. You loved your job, not ever having to need to be prominent on the Hero charts and found your reward through the knowledge that you were helping others. It was silly, you thought, to sneak around with a secret identity like all the books you read, unlike the Pro Heroes you knew that basked in attention. And even though you didn’t need people fawning over you 24/7, you still had one issue with all the secrecy. 

That being your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.  

You loved him with your entire heart, as he did you. The both of you got together a few months after the explosive blonde had graduated from UA, your relationship blowing up the tabloids with a bang as he climbed the hero rankings, though the public didn't actually know who you were.

You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his heart, and yet you couldn’t tell him about your job as an underground pro hero.  

This was one of the reasons why.  

You hid behind a pillar in the abandoned warehouse you had caught a drug network alongside Pro Hero Deku. The both of you were tracking the pricks for months, coming home late every night with a new excuse to tell Katsuki. You knew it would burden him with worry, choosing to keep your secret hero identity just that - a secret, even from Katsuki. He couldn't worry about you when he had his own job as a Pro Hero to worry about.  

Not to mention he wasn’t exactly on the best terms with the greenette you worked with constantly. 

The fight ensued, you heard Deku’s grunts and the cracks of bones, no doubt his One for All in usage. You manipulated the light around him, effectively blinding your opponents while giving your partner the advantage of sight.  

You were losing blood at a rapid pace, head becoming fuzzy as your body slumps to the floor, giving into the exhaustion from overuse of your quirk. 

The last thing you heard before the world turned black was Deku’s triumphant call for you, reporting that all the villains were restrained.  

When you woke up, you were in Izuku’s apartment, head hazy and your temples throbbed like they were being stabbed repeatedly by blunt needles.  

You got up without a word, thanking Izuku for his hospitality before leaving to go home, brushing off his concerns and walking out his front door.  

Anxiety gnawed at you on the taxi ride home, subconsciously fiddling with your shirt to make sure your bandages weren’t visible, and praying to whatever deity was watching over you that Katsuki wouldn’t notice.  

You reached your apartment complex, taking a deep breath and settling for a somewhat content look, before inserting your keys into the lock and opening the door, basking in the familiar warmth of your shared home. 

Spotting Katsuki at the kitchen stove, you creep up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, to which he stiffens, but you don’t think much of it as you tighten your arms around him.  

“I’m home!” You sing, smushing your cheek against him but he says nothing.  

Worry works its way through your mind, wondering why he wasn’t responding, until his gruff voice snaps you back into focus. 

“Where were you.” he says, phrasing it like a statement, not a question.  

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach- does he know? Did Izuku tell him?  

Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escapes you. Had you been caught? “I told you, I was in the US -” 

“Cut the bullshit.” he snaps, and you let go of him – you can physically feel your heart snap in two. “Where. were. you."

“I...” you trail off, the words caught in your throat, willing the tears that threatened to spill not to fall.  

You both stand there, wordless, staring at his eyes, full of pain.  

“You've never even loved me, did you?” he says, voice cracking full of emotion, your eyes widening.  

“Katsuki what? No- I" You try to explain, but he cuts you off, the pounding in your head returning with the new rush of emotions.  

“Just stop. Please. Leave and never come back.” He spits out, tears finally dripping down his face. “Go fucking be happy with shitty Deku because obviously he’s a better fucking boyfriend than me.”

He thought you were cheating on him. Those late nights coming home, prolonged trips without explanation- god you were so stupid.  

You rush towards him, mind racing as you try to explain, try to fix things. You couldn’t lose him, you couldn’t- it would destroy you in ways unimaginable.  

And yet, he pushed you away forcefully, making you cry out in pain as he contacts your wound in your side.  

He almost stops breathing when he sees the blood, your blood, on his hands.  

You panic, and he grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your shirt up to reveal the bandage wrapped around your torso that the blood managed to seep through.  

“Kats-” 

“Who fucking hurt you.” he growls, low and feral- all resentment from the previous conversation melting away with the realization that you weren’t with Deku – or at least in the way he thought.  

“I’m an underground Pro Hero.” You wince quietly - this definitely wasn't how you wanted to tell him. You can’t risk looking up at Katsuki and seeing his reaction. 

“You what- fuck, you have a quirk?!” He looks at you, eyes wide.  

You nod hesitantly, his vermilion stare meeting your own, attempting to assess what else you could be hiding from him. 

“I wasn’t allowed to tell you- the Commision wouldn’t let me, I wanted to tell you so bad Katsuki, but I knew you had so much on your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you, and-” you break down, Katsuki cutting you off as he encircles you in his arms, consoling you silently, letting your distraught form melt into his embrace.  

Heaving sobs turned into choking cries, which dwindled into sniffles that lead to silence. You’d drifted off, cried yourself into a sleepy daze while he carefully cradled you in the kitchen. His own guilt ate away at him- he understood your situation, the Commission was as unsympathetic to a hero’s situation as the League was to anything.

But it still hurt, that stupid Deku knew about your status as a Pro Hero before he did. He shook his head, dispersing his feelings. He hated himself for his words, for assuming the worst and thinking you were capable of doing something so low. Running his fingertips over your bandages gingerly, a pang of worry struck through him. He wiped the tears off his face, and then yours, lifting your sleeping form and headed for your bedroom. 

Right now, he needed to take care of you.  

Changing you out of your clothes, he settles you into one of your favorite worn out shirts of his, tucking you into bed before getting ready to sleep himself. 

He joins you in bed, heaving a shaky breath after everything, wrapping his arms around you, one hand placed on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, holding you against his chest like you were made of porcelain - too scared to let you go, but scared of breaking you, too.  

“Goodnight, sweetheart."

A/N: not apart of my badass reader universe but i should definitely write ba reader getting seriously hurt and kats' reaction

[xanneeeyyyy]

The Confession He Never Heard

A/N: Unedited; not proof read

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

Warnings: character death; angst

It was supposed to be an ordinary mission. Just another late-night patrol in Tokyo nothing he couldn’t handle. Nothing you hadn’t seen him come home from a hundred times before, exhausted but alive. You had just finished recording the message when the call came. Your hands were still gripping your phone. The voicemail unsent. Still there. Still blinking.


Draft: 1 audio message

Your voice was on it. Laughing a little nervously. Saying:

“Hey… I know it’s late. You’ll probably be annoyed hearing this at 2 a.m., but—”
“I love you, Katsuki. I’ve been holding it in for too long. But I do. I really do. You make me feel like I’m home even when everything’s a mess, and I’m tired of pretending I’m not scared every time you leave.”
“So… yeah. That’s all. Come back safe, okay?”

But he didn’t. The explosion happened around 1:42 a.m.

By 2:00 a.m., Pro Hero Dynamight had been declared KIA—killed in action.
By 2:15 a.m., the media was already swarming the scene.
By 2:21 a.m., your phone was still in your hand. Message unsent. Heart in pieces. You don’t remember screaming. Only the silence afterward.

The funeral was held on a rainy Tuesday. Closed casket. The burn damage was too severe, they said. You didn’t cry in front of anyone. You saved that for when you were alone in his apartment where the smell of his shampoo still lingered in the air, where his hoodie still hung by the door, where his hero costume was folded on the bed, never to be worn again.

Where the voicemail still sat on your phone, waiting to be sent.

It was his mom who found it. You didn’t even know she had your number until she called you, voice shaking for the first time since the funeral. “I was going through his things,” she said. “Found his old laptop, and there were notes… messages he never sent to you,”


“I think he was scared. But I know he loved you,”


“Do you still have anything of his?”

You hesitated. Then, slowly, you said, “I have… a voicemail. Wished he heard it...” you softly spoke. She then asked if she could play it at the memorial. You didn’t answer right away. Your voice cracked when you finally said,

“Okay…”

When they played it, no one spoke. Your voice echoed through the quiet room—raw, honest, trembling with all the love you never got to give him face to face.

“…I love you, Katsuki”

You couldn’t stay until the end. You walked out before the last words finished playing before the world could hear you beg him to come back safe.

Because he didn’t.

© 2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

╰┈➤ Peaches All Time Favorites 𖹭.ᐟ｡𖦹°‧

This is a list of my favorite fanfictions I've read. That means I've read 'em at least two or three times minimum. Something i keep coming back to or is on my mind frequently. Will be updated regularly. ALL are katsuki x reader unless otherwise stated.

+ sign = NSFW (spoiler, most if not all are)

"I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife" by kirketeer +

-> I will be quite frank. I think I've downloaded this on two or three devices at this point just so I know I have it. It's that good. Coming in at a near 60k words and 9 chapters — it's worth it's weight in gold.

"In the dark of morning, you promise me the sun" by kirketeer +

-> This is my favorite comfort fic. I was reading it the night my boyfriend died (unbeknownst to me at the time). I have read it time and time again since he's passed. A beautiful work of art that hits close to home and made me feel so understood with grief. I believe I've read all the Katsuki x Reader by this author and have been completely enthralled by every single one of em.

"Green means go" by doinmybesthere + @vagabondingsarchiived

-> Another beauty. This is a pwp that caught my eye and never left. I think I've read it at least four or five times.

"Incendiary" by @andypantsx3 +

-> This one likes to stay in the back of my mind, rent free. The tension is beautiful as is the plot and writing style. If you want to feel giddy and over the moon, this is the one.

"Everything I am" @wuhllow +

-> A flower shop AU that I've been obsessed with. Wonderful representation of Katsuki's character. God. It's so good. < as a side note, this one is VERY similar to the next one, this one appears to be discontinued. Keeping it on the post just to make it easier to distinguish>

"Surrender whenever you're ready" by @ofmermaidstories +

-> Rich plot and gorgeous writing style. This piece sends me over the moon every single time I read it. It's a luscious flower shop au with detailing like no other. A complete package.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Damn it

A/N: Unedited; not proof read Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

The sheets are still tangled around your legs, your skin still warm where his hands had been minutes ago. The room smells like sweat and something heavier — like regret waiting in the corner.

He’s already pulling his hoodie on. You haven’t said a word since it ended. Neither has he.

But you can’t stop watching him.

And he knows it.

His back stiffens, movements slowing like he’s trying to keep something in check.

Then, without turning, he speaks — voice low, guarded:

“You know this doesn’t mean anything, right?”

The words land like ice water down your spine.

You should say yes. You should agree, keep your pride intact.

But you stay quiet. Too quiet.

Finally, he looks over his shoulder at you, just a glance, and whatever he sees written all over your face makes his expression twist.

Frustration. Fear. Something close to guilt.

He scoffs, more to himself than you.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re gonna ruin this.”

Your throat tightens and you nod — barely.

But it’s already too late.

You have hoped. You are falling. Damn it

And he can feel it, that invisible shift pulling both of you toward something dangerous. Something real.

He hesitates at the door like he might say more but he doesn’t.

And when the door finally closes behind him, the silence left behind screams louder than anything he could’ve said.

[xanneeeyyyy]

The Confession He Never Heard

A/N: Unedited; not proof read

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

Warnings: character death; angst

It was supposed to be an ordinary mission. Just another late-night patrol in Tokyo nothing he couldn’t handle. Nothing you hadn’t seen him come home from a hundred times before, exhausted but alive. You had just finished recording the message when the call came. Your hands were still gripping your phone. The voicemail unsent. Still there. Still blinking.


Draft: 1 audio message

Your voice was on it. Laughing a little nervously. Saying:

“Hey… I know it’s late. You’ll probably be annoyed hearing this at 2 a.m., but—”
“I love you, Katsuki. I’ve been holding it in for too long. But I do. I really do. You make me feel like I’m home even when everything’s a mess, and I’m tired of pretending I’m not scared every time you leave.”
“So… yeah. That’s all. Come back safe, okay?”

But he didn’t. The explosion happened around 1:42 a.m.

By 2:00 a.m., Pro Hero Dynamight had been declared KIA—killed in action.
By 2:15 a.m., the media was already swarming the scene.
By 2:21 a.m., your phone was still in your hand. Message unsent. Heart in pieces. You don’t remember screaming. Only the silence afterward.

The funeral was held on a rainy Tuesday. Closed casket. The burn damage was too severe, they said. You didn’t cry in front of anyone. You saved that for when you were alone in his apartment where the smell of his shampoo still lingered in the air, where his hoodie still hung by the door, where his hero costume was folded on the bed, never to be worn again.

Where the voicemail still sat on your phone, waiting to be sent.

It was his mom who found it. You didn’t even know she had your number until she called you, voice shaking for the first time since the funeral. “I was going through his things,” she said. “Found his old laptop, and there were notes… messages he never sent to you,”


“I think he was scared. But I know he loved you,”


“Do you still have anything of his?”

You hesitated. Then, slowly, you said, “I have… a voicemail. Wished he heard it...” you softly spoke. She then asked if she could play it at the memorial. You didn’t answer right away. Your voice cracked when you finally said,

“Okay…”

When they played it, no one spoke. Your voice echoed through the quiet room—raw, honest, trembling with all the love you never got to give him face to face.

“…I love you, Katsuki”

You couldn’t stay until the end. You walked out before the last words finished playing before the world could hear you beg him to come back safe.

Because he didn’t.

© 2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Can you write a Katsuki x fem reader fic where he thinks she has died on a mission and is enraged, and when she comes back dripping wet from thunder, he's enraged at her because he was so worried, but then just starts to sob and throws himself into her arms, which shocks her.

Thunderstruck

The first time it happens, it’s a flicker.

Static across the comm line. Barely a second. But Bakugo knows the sound of failure. He knows the sound of something breaking.

The comms don’t come back.

He’s halfway out of his seat before anyone else notices. Pacing. Cursing. Hands clenched so tight his nails dig into his palms through the gloves.

“Tch. It’s just interference,” someone says. “Storm’s picking up.”

But his gut—his gut tells him otherwise.

You’re never late. Never careless. Never silent.

And Katsuki Bakugo knows what silence means on the battlefield.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “It’s recon, Katsuki. We’re just getting layouts and logging activity. No combat.”

He scowled, swatting your hand away. “Don’t act like you can’t get your ass blown off doing paperwork.”

You smirked. “You worried about me?”

He didn’t answer. Just grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, like he could stamp his presence onto your bones.

“Come back in one piece, dumbass,” he muttered.

“Always.”

That was six hours ago.

Now he’s storming through HQ like a bomb with a cracked shell, barking orders even though it’s not his mission, demanding updates like anyone can give him what he wants—

Your location. Your vitals. Your voice.

When Kirishima finally grabs him by the shoulder and says, “Katsuki... there was an explosion at the recon site,” he doesn’t process it.

Until they show him the wreckage.

Until they pull something half-burned from under a pile of concrete.

Until it’s your uniform jacket.

Still smoking.

Bloodied.

He goes still.

Every sound disappears. The rain, the shouting, the chopper overhead—it all fades to a dull, suffocating roar inside his skull.

No body.

No confirmation.

But the silence? The silence is screaming.

He doesn't realize he's dropped to his knees until someone tries to lift him.

He shoves them off with a snarl, dragging the scorched fabric into his lap like he can will it to be fake. Just some mistake. A wrong jacket. Someone else’s blood.

But he knows it’s yours.

He can smell your shampoo burned into the fibers. His hands have been on this fabric a hundred times—pulling it off you, gripping it when you hugged him from behind.

And now it smells like smoke.

He doesn’t remember getting back to HQ. Doesn’t remember smashing a hole in the wall of the locker room. Doesn’t remember sobbing, just once, into the broken tile before punching it again.

What he remembers is fear.

Not the kind from battle. Not even the kind from losing.

It’s the fear of never getting the chance.

Never getting to say he loved you, not really. Not with the quiet, sacred kind of love he’d never admitted out loud. The kind that choked him when you left the room and lit him on fire when you laughed.

You died thinking you were just his teammate. His girlfriend, maybe.

But not that you were everything.

So when the door creaks open five hours later, and you stumble in—drenched, shaking, scraped raw but alive—

Bakugo doesn’t believe it at first.

He thinks it’s his brain cracking under the weight of grief.

But then you speak.

“Guys?” your voice wobbles. “I—I’m okay. I—”

He turns.

And the pain doesn’t leave him.

It erupts.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Your eyes go wide. You don’t even get the chance to answer before he’s across the room, voice thunderous, hands clenched, eyes glowing with something rabid and shattered.

“Do you even fucking realize what you did to me?!” he growls, stalking closer. “You just disappear in the middle of a mission—comms go dark, and then BOOM—nothing but rubble! Nothing but your jacket and a bloodstain and you think you can just—just fucking—walk in like you didn’t just RIP MY GODDAMN WORLD APART?!”

“I—I fell—into the canal,” you stammer, backing up a step. “There was a blast—I couldn’t—my earpiece was gone, I tried to get back—”

He isn’t listening.

“I thought I lost you,” he snarls, voice breaking. “I thought I’d never hear your voice again. Never feel your hand. Never—fuck.”

The rage snaps.

He stumbles forward like gravity’s finally won, fists slackening as a choked sound breaks from his throat.

And then he collapses into you.

A full-body crash. Hands in your soaked hair. Face buried in your neck. Shoulders trembling. Your heart almost stops—because Katsuki Bakugo, your Katsuki, the one who never cried, the one who mocked people for crying—

Is sobbing.

Silent. Violent. Breathless. He clutches you like something fragile, like something he still doesn’t trust to be real.

“...Katsuki?”

You whisper it, barely breathing.

He can’t answer.

Because this is the second time he’s lost everything.

The first was when he thought he’d never be good enough.

This time it was you.

And if he ever had to go through that again, it would kill him.

You hold him tighter. One hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping the back of his hero suit.

“I’m here,” you whisper against his temple. “I’m right here. I’m sorry I scared you.”

He inhales like it hurts.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “I swear to god, I—if I’d lost you, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face. Tear-streaked, flushed, and furious—but the kind of fury that only comes from love.

“I won’t,” you say softly. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time all day, his breathing starts to steady.

And then he kisses you.

Hard. Desperate. Like he needs to feel every inch of you alive beneath him.

And you let him.

Because for a moment, both of you were ghosts.

But now—he’s real.

And so are you.

[xanneeeyyyy]

TORN APART

A/N: Unedited; not proof read Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

The room is quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows — a soft, persistent sound that feels too gentle for what’s happening between you.

He stands with his back to you, fists clenched at his sides. His shoulders are stiff, like he's holding something heavy — not physically, but inside. The weight of things left unsaid.

You don’t know what to say to make him turn around. Maybe there’s nothing you can say.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says, voice low and hoarse. “But I don’t know how not to push you away.”

It lands between you like a confession and a warning all at once.

Your chest tightens. Because you’ve tried. God you’ve tried to reach him — past the fire, past the pride, past the need to be stronger than everyone else. And sometimes, he let you in. Briefly. But then he pushes you away again, like he realized too late how vulnerable he’d become.

You swallow hard. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just… need you to try.”

“I am trying,” he snaps, but there’s no heat in it — just pain. “It’s just… never enough, is it?”

Silence stretches between you. It’s not cold, but it’s not warm either. Just… tired.

Your fingers twitch at your side, aching to reach for him. To turn him around and make him look at you. But something keeps you still. Maybe fear. Maybe the realization that wanting someone isn't the same as being able to hold onto them.

So you whisper, “Then tell me… is this the part where we stop pretending it’s going to work?”

He doesn’t answer.

And then the rain keeps falling...

[xanneeeyyyy]

TORN APART

A/N: Unedited; not proof read Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

The room is quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows — a soft, persistent sound that feels too gentle for what’s happening between you.

He stands with his back to you, fists clenched at his sides. His shoulders are stiff, like he's holding something heavy — not physically, but inside. The weight of things left unsaid.

You don’t know what to say to make him turn around. Maybe there’s nothing you can say.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says, voice low and hoarse. “But I don’t know how not to push you away.”

It lands between you like a confession and a warning all at once.

Your chest tightens. Because you’ve tried. God you’ve tried to reach him — past the fire, past the pride, past the need to be stronger than everyone else. And sometimes, he let you in. Briefly. But then he pushes you away again, like he realized too late how vulnerable he’d become.

You swallow hard. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just… need you to try.”

“I am trying,” he snaps, but there’s no heat in it — just pain. “It’s just… never enough, is it?”

Silence stretches between you. It’s not cold, but it’s not warm either. Just… tired.

Your fingers twitch at your side, aching to reach for him. To turn him around and make him look at you. But something keeps you still. Maybe fear. Maybe the realization that wanting someone isn't the same as being able to hold onto them.

So you whisper, “Then tell me… is this the part where we stop pretending it’s going to work?”

He doesn’t answer.

And then the rain keeps falling...

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.

© 2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

bakugo and a high maintenance gf

you stress him out, honestly most ppl dont even know how he can put up with you, there are specifics for everything, and you're not exactly the most forgiving person either.

he didn't fluff your pillows right, now ur pouting at him, but he grumbles while fluffing them.

now youre angry, but you wont tell him why your angry but he knows you angry, dodging his kisses, ignoring his questions, he isnt having any of it.

your flipped over his shoulder in less than a minute, squealing for him to put you down, now your smothered, his hard warm chest pressed into you boobs.

"i can't breaaaaathhhh, kar get offf." you groaned, your cries muffled by his chest.

he gets off, you face just a bratty as it was before but now willing to explain.

"theres no yogurt left, you ate the last one."

kat fights to roll his eyes, "i know baby, that's why I asked if you wanted to go to the store with me."

"oh.." you mumble off looking embarrassed.

katsuki pinches your cheek, "so demanding."

he's stressed, but he's in love.

[xanneeeyyyy]

That's my girl

Pairings: ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x ProHero Reader

In which a romantic night out takes an unexpected turn, but taking down a villain in heels is just another part of your routine.

The night was supposed to be a well-earned break—a rare evening where the two of you, Pro Heroes in high demand, could simply enjoy each other’s company without the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. The restaurant was upscale, warm candlelight reflecting off the polished marble floors, soft jazz playing in the background.

You sat across from Katsuki, his sharp crimson gaze fixed on you as he rested his forearms on the table. His usual scowl was softer, replaced by something quieter—contentment.

"You look good," he muttered, almost begrudgingly, as if he hated admitting how breathtaking you were in your form-fitting dress and sky-high heels.

You smirked, swirling the wine in your glass. "Just good?"

"Tch. You always look good," he grumbled, before taking a sip of his drink. "You know what I mean."

The moment was perfect. But, as always, duty called.

Katsuki's phone buzzed against the table. His jaw clenched as he snatched it up, barely sparing the screen a glance before clicking his tongue in irritation. "Gotta take this." You nodded as he stood, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before stepping toward a quieter area of the restaurant.

You sighed, shaking your head. Work never stopped, even on your rare nights off. Still, you couldn’t be mad about it—you both had the same life, the same responsibilities.

But then, the night shifted.

A sudden, deafening BOOM tore through the air.

The ground trembled beneath you, sending plates crashing to the floor. Screams erupted as smoke and dust billowed from the far end of the restaurant, the elegant ambiance shattered in an instant. Your instincts kicked in immediately. Your hand shot to your thigh, where a hidden knife was strapped beneath your dress. But as the dust cleared, your body tensed—not from fear, but from recognition.

A figure emerged from the smoke, clad in torn, dark clothing, his face half-covered by a crude mask. You knew him.

Three years ago, he had been nothing more than a petty criminal—a wannabe villain who had attempted a high-stakes bank robbery, only for you to personally take him down. You had crushed him before he even had the chance to fight back, leaving him humiliated and broken.

Now, he was back. And judging by the self-righteous fury in his eyes, he hadn't forgotten. You exhaled slowly, rising gracefully from your seat. The restaurant was in chaos, civilians scrambling toward the exits, but you walked with unwavering confidence, each step purposeful.

Click. Click. Click.

The sharp sound of your heels against the marble floor cut through the panicked noise. The villain stiffened. His breath hitched.

He knew that sound. His head snapped toward you, and the second his gaze met yours, his entire body went rigid.

"A-Astral..."

A slow smirk played at your lips. "Miss me?" The villain swallowed hard before masking his fear with a sneer. "Tch. You think I'm still the same guy you beat back then? I've gotten stronger!" His hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly. "I spent three years planning this moment, waiting for my chance to—"

You snapped your fingers.

The space around him shuddered.

A ripple tore through the air, gravity distorting around him in an instant. He let out a strangled gasp as his body was yanked downward, slamming him into the ground with bone-cracking force. The tiles beneath him cracked from the impact, dust and debris kicking up around him.

He choked, struggling to push himself up, but you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes.

Another pulse.

The space around him contracted violently, dragging him down once more, his body twisting unnaturally as the sheer force crushed him into submission.

"Stronger?" you echoed, stepping closer, your presence unshakable. "You must be delusional."

He let out a strained growl, forcing himself to his knees, shaking with effort. "Y-You bitch—" Your leg swung up in a perfect arc, your high-heeled foot connecting brutally with his jaw. The impact sent him soaring backward, his body slamming into a nearby table with enough force to shatter it to pieces. A few patrons gasped in shock, but no one moved—no one dared. The villain groaned, clutching his face as he spat out blood. His entire body trembled, whether from rage or humiliation, you couldn’t tell.

"You think you can scare me?" he hissed, eyes burning with desperation. "You have no idea what I—"

You laughed.

A soft, deadly sound.

With a slow, deliberate step forward, you placed a hand on your hip and smirked down at him.

"Listen, you fucker," you purred, voice dripping with amusement. "Don't mess with women like me,"

You leaned in slightly, your lips curling into a smirk as you whispered,

"Especially when I'm wearing heels longer than your dick."

The restaurant fell into a stunned silence.

Every man in the room shifted uncomfortably, involuntarily glancing downward. Some cleared their throats. Others looked at their shoes as if suddenly interested in the floor. The villain’s face burned with humiliation, his anger momentarily overshadowed by sheer, crippling embarrassment. A pained groan escaped from the villain as he struggled to push himself up, but before he could even attempt anything reckless, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the space.

The police had arrived.

You sighed, tilting your head as you watched them drag him to his feet. His bruised and bloody face twisted with resentment, but the fight in him had already fizzled out. One of the officers turned to you with a respectful nod. "We appreciate your assistance, Astral." You offered a small, confident smile, adjusting your dress as you replied, "Just doing my job. Glad I could help."

And then—

A low, amused chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, spotting Katsuki leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his signature smirk tugging at his lips. His crimson eyes gleamed with pride, and the cocky tilt of his head sent a warm thrill through your chest. "You done showin’ off yet?" he muttered, his lips quirking into a smirk.

You hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "I don’t know… was it impressive?"

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Tch. You fuckin’ know it was." Without another word, Katsuki dipped his head, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against your forehead. His warm hand cupped the side of your face for a moment before he pulled back, crimson eyes scanning you intently for any scratches or bruises. Satisfied that you were unharmed, his grip tightened around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin “That’s my girl,”

When he finally exhaled, his breath was warm against your cheek, his voice low and possessive.

"Next time, try not to turn me on in the middle of a damn restaurant."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Can’t make any promises, Dynamight."

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.

©2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

Keep reading

[xanneeeyyyy]

╰┈➤ Peaches All Time Favorites 𖹭.ᐟ｡𖦹°‧

This is a list of my favorite fanfictions I've read. That means I've read 'em at least two or three times minimum. Something i keep coming back to or is on my mind frequently. Will be updated regularly. ALL are katsuki x reader unless otherwise stated.

+ sign = NSFW (spoiler, most if not all are)

"I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife" by kirketeer +

-> I will be quite frank. I think I've downloaded this on two or three devices at this point just so I know I have it. It's that good. Coming in at a near 60k words and 9 chapters — it's worth it's weight in gold.

"In the dark of morning, you promise me the sun" by kirketeer +

-> This is my favorite comfort fic. I was reading it the night my boyfriend died (unbeknownst to me at the time). I have read it time and time again since he's passed. A beautiful work of art that hits close to home and made me feel so understood with grief. I believe I've read all the Katsuki x Reader by this author and have been completely enthralled by every single one of em.

"Green means go" by doinmybesthere + @vagabondingsarchiived

-> Another beauty. This is a pwp that caught my eye and never left. I think I've read it at least four or five times.

"Incendiary" by @andypantsx3 +

-> This one likes to stay in the back of my mind, rent free. The tension is beautiful as is the plot and writing style. If you want to feel giddy and over the moon, this is the one.

"Everything I am" @wuhllow +

-> A flower shop AU that I've been obsessed with. Wonderful representation of Katsuki's character. God. It's so good. < as a side note, this one is VERY similar to the next one, this one appears to be discontinued. Keeping it on the post just to make it easier to distinguish>

"Surrender whenever you're ready" by @ofmermaidstories +

-> Rich plot and gorgeous writing style. This piece sends me over the moon every single time I read it. It's a luscious flower shop au with detailing like no other. A complete package.

[xanneeeyyyy]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛

• Marterlist

The hot steam filled the small bathroom, covering the tiled walls in droplets and fogging up the mirror completely. A few last streams of water dripped from the showerhead, showing the shower was over, while Bakugo ran a towel through his wet hair, messing it up even more. The heat made him feel half-asleep, his eyelids heavy, and he muttered a curse for waking up late. He didn’t even have the energy to argue that maybe this time, you should be the one making breakfast.

With a rough and annoyed gesture, he wiped his hand across the fogged mirror, leaving a visible streak in front of his face. He scowled. His reflection was there, slightly flushed from the heat, blond strands stuck to his forehead… but it was what was just below his jaw that made him freeze.

His eyes shot open, brows furrowed, jaw tight. His hand went to his neck quickly, fingers tracing the damp skin with a mix of urgency and disbelief. He tilted his chin up, turned his head. One. Two. There they were. Two dark, purplish marks that stood out harshly against his skin tone: one hickey right in the center of his throat, and another, longer and deeper, on the left side. Like a damn trophy. Like your signature—one he didn’t remember giving you permission to leave.

“Goddammit, Y/n,” he growled under his breath, his tone rough, irritated, and embarrassed all at once.

How the hell hadn’t he noticed before? Was he so damn drunk on desire last night that he didn’t feel it? Or did he feel it and just ignore it like an idiot?

He couldn’t go to the agency like this. The damn hero agency! And on top of that, in the middle of summer. There was no way in hell he could wear the winter uniform with the high collar without being cooked alive in the first five minutes.

When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp and sticking out messily, his boots hit the floor with force as he walked straight toward you, standing with your back to him in the kitchen, busy at the stove. The smell of breakfast filled the air, warm and tempting.

Without thinking much, he snapped:

"Fix this!" his voice was harsh, loaded with genuine irritation... though also tinged with a slight, very slight trace of desperation.

You turned your head curiously, blinking with an innocent smile that fooled no one.

"Fix what?" you asked, tilting your head.

Your eyes widened, first in surprise, then with a guilty giggle you tried to hide behind your hand.

"Oh... about that..." you murmured, glancing away as if the floor had suddenly become very interesting. "I got carried away."

Your excuse sounded weak, even to your own ears. And Bakugo knew it. He scowled deeper, arms crossing over his chest, his biceps tightening under the fabric of his suit.

But he couldn’t afford this right now. Not if he wanted to get to the agency on time.

"Tch..." he clicked his tongue, turning abruptly so you wouldn’t see how his mouth twisted into a resigned—yet deep down—amused smirk. "You’re gonna pay for this, Y/n."

The only solution, after Bakugo nearly wrecked the bathroom trying to think of alternatives, was the most humiliating one: makeup.

Of course, there was no way he’d know how to apply it, so you had to do it yourself—between stifled giggles and his threatening growls.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, he had to admit—grudgingly—that the makeup did a decent job hiding the hickeys. You could barely see them. As long as no one looked too closely, they’d go unnoticed.

Or so he thought.

A few hours later...

The scorching summer heat weighed down on the city like a curse.

The mission with Kirishima was intense: chasing villains, rescuing civilians, explosions, running.

And with every drop of sweat that rolled down his skin, Bakugo could feel the makeup melting, mixing with the sweat, wearing off.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention.

Until, during a break, Kirishima gave him a weird look. A really weird look.

"Hey..." the redhead frowned, leaning toward his neck. "Is that...?"

Bakugo took a sharp step back.

"The hell are you staring at, dumbass?!" he snapped, instantly on the defensive.

But it was already too late. Kirishima burst out laughing, loud enough to catch Denki’s attention. Curious as ever, he jogged over.

"No way! Is that a hickey?" Denki said, pointing straight at it.

"Two of them!" Kirishima added between laughs, doubling over.

Bakugo growled, clenching his fists as he felt what little makeup remained sliding off, exposing the purple marks now practically screaming to the world: "I'm taken, and my girlfriend is a damn savage."

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Let me be there when you fall apart

You went to the rooftop in the middle of the night staring blankly at the sea of stars. Katsuki finds you there, quietly holding you through the storm you’ve been hiding for far too long.

A/N: Unedited; not proof read; photo not mine Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

The rooftop air was colder than usual.

Your bare arms trembled as a breeze kissed your skin, but it wasn’t the wind that made you shiver. You were sitting on the edge, knees drawn to your chest, fingers tangled in your sleeves, and eyes fixated on the sleeping city lights. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been there.

You didn’t even remember how you got here.

All you knew was that your throat ached, your eyes burned from trying not to cry, and your chest felt impossibly tight. You hugged yourself tighter as if that would stop the crushing thoughts in your mind.

Tears were falling, silently. Why am I like this?

Then the rooftop door creaked.

You stiffened, hurriedly wiping your face with your sleeves, pretending you weren’t falling apart when you were barely holding it together.

"The hell are you doing up here?" That familiar, gravelly voice wasn’t angry. It was soft—worried.

Your eyes widened as you turned to see him in a black hoodie, hair messy, eyes sharp but concerned. He looked like he had just woken up—and he did.

You blinked, a little stunned. “Katsuki? I thought you were sleeping...”

He scoffed softly but didn’t sound mad. Just worried. “Yeah, I was. Woke up and you weren’t next to me. I was fucking cuddling with your huge ass unicorn stuffed toy instead. Checked your room you weren’t there either. Figured you came up here, since the light was on,”

You looked away, ashamed to be caught like this. “Oh…”

He walked closer and sat down beside you, the warmth of his presence grounding you. There was a pause before he asked, “Why are you up here, princess? And don’t say you’re fine. You’ve been off for quite a while now.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. The truth caught in your throat.

Your voice came out cracked. “…I don’t know,”He turned slightly to look at you. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I didn’t even realize I got out of bed,” you murmured, barely above a whisper. “I just… woke up and couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight. Next thing I knew, I was opening the rooftop door,”

And then, quietly, you whispered, “…I don’t even know what’s happening with me these days,”

He didn’t interrupt.

You stared ahead, voice cracking as you continued, “This… whatever this is—it’s been going on for so long. I know there’s something wrong with me, Katsuki. I know it. But I just… I don’t know what it is,”

Your hand gripped your arm tightly, fingernails pressing into your skin. “And no matter how hard I try, I can’t explain it. I don’t even know how to tell anyone. I don’t know how to tell you,”

Silence stretched between you both.

His gaze softened, just a little. You looked down at your hands and whispered, “Can I… Can I hug you?” He didn’t answer with words. He just opened his arms.

You slid into them quietly, burying your face into his chest, and the tears came again. Not loud or dramatic. Just soft, steady, as if your body had been waiting for this release all day. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you like he wasn’t going to let go. Not now. Not ever.

You stayed like that in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt safe.

Then your hand instinctively moved, reaching for his—his warm, calloused hand. You gripped it gently, then slowly placed your palm over his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

You closed your eyes.

His heart. Steady. Strong. Alive.

“You’re okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you,” You stayed quiet, but your tears answered for you.

Your voice cracked again. “I hate feeling like this, I hate not knowing what’s wrong. I hate how tired I am. I hate that it’s always like this.”

He pulled back gently so he could look into your eyes, his voice low and firm.

“You’re not broken,” You opened your mouth to protest, but he cupped your cheek.

“Ya’ hear me?” he said. “You’re not broken, princess. You’re not weak. You’re not too much. You’re just hurting. And maybe you’ve been carrying it for too long, trying to pretend you’re okay because you think you have to be. But you don’t. Not with me,”

You bit your lip, tears spilling again. “Katsuki…”

“I mean it,” he said, adjusting his hold on you to make sure you were warm, one arm around your shoulder, the other covering your hand still on his chest. “You don’t always need to explain it. You don’t have to put it into words if it hurts. I don’t need a perfect reason to stay.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know when I started feeling this way,”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve always been… tired. But lately it’s like no matter how much I sleep, I wake up exhausted. I push through everything like I’m fine, but sometimes it feels like I’m just… watching myself from outside,” You bit down on your lip. “I smile. I hang out with you gus. I go to class, do training and do my patrols. But it all feels like I’m not really ther,”

His brows furrowed. You knew this side of him—listening, even when he didn’t fully know what to say. He wasn’t the type to comfort with soft words. But the silence around him never felt empty. It always held space for you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he finally asked, voice low. You hesitated. “I… I didn’t want to burden you.” His jaw tensed, and he leaned back just enough to look directly at you. “Burden me? Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”

You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N. You’re my girlfriend. You think I just want to be with you when things are easy?”

You looked away.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you admitted, voice small. His hand shot up to cup your cheek again, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re not weak. You're the strongest damn person I know. But strong people need help too.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and glassy.

“Let me help you. Let me be there when you fall apart.” He softened his voice. “Stop trying to protect me from your pain, okay? I’d rather carry the weight with you than watch you crumble under it alone.”

Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Even when I don’t make sense?”

“Yeah, even if you don’t make any sense,”

You nodded slowly, feeling the tears prick again, but this time, it wasn’t fear or panic. It was release. Relief.

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

“Don’t be,” he said, pulling you into him tighter. “we’ll figure it out together. I don’t care how many nights I have to sit with you like this. I’m not going anywhere.”

You buried your face into his chest again, breathing in his scent—burnt sugar and warmth, your favorite kind of comfort.

“Katsuki?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Good thing you won’t ever have to find out.”

You stayed like that for a while longer—no more words, just the quiet, steady thump of his heart beneath your hand. And for the first time in a long time, even with the weight still on your chest, you felt like maybe… just maybe, you could breathe again.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.

Note: hi everyone~ been away for a while cause school is stressing me out these days. As much as I want to keep writing new one-shots and continue my other stories, I just haven’t been able to. Every time I try to write or edit, it just doesn’t feel right. But for now, I wanted to drop this angsty piece — it’s unedited, but I really felt like sharing it anyway.

© 2025 CODE:BKXY — All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Let me be there when you fall apart

You went to the rooftop in the middle of the night staring blankly at the sea of stars. Katsuki finds you there, quietly holding you through the storm you’ve been hiding for far too long.

A/N: Unedited; not proof read; photo not mine Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

The rooftop air was colder than usual.

Your bare arms trembled as a breeze kissed your skin, but it wasn’t the wind that made you shiver. You were sitting on the edge, knees drawn to your chest, fingers tangled in your sleeves, and eyes fixated on the sleeping city lights. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been there.

You didn’t even remember how you got here.

All you knew was that your throat ached, your eyes burned from trying not to cry, and your chest felt impossibly tight. You hugged yourself tighter as if that would stop the crushing thoughts in your mind.

Tears were falling, silently. Why am I like this?

Then the rooftop door creaked.

You stiffened, hurriedly wiping your face with your sleeves, pretending you weren’t falling apart when you were barely holding it together.

"The hell are you doing up here?" That familiar, gravelly voice wasn’t angry. It was soft—worried.

Your eyes widened as you turned to see him in a black hoodie, hair messy, eyes sharp but concerned. He looked like he had just woken up—and he did.

You blinked, a little stunned. “Katsuki? I thought you were sleeping...”

He scoffed softly but didn’t sound mad. Just worried. “Yeah, I was. Woke up and you weren’t next to me. I was fucking cuddling with your huge ass unicorn stuffed toy instead. Checked your room you weren’t there either. Figured you came up here, since the light was on,”

You looked away, ashamed to be caught like this. “Oh…”

He walked closer and sat down beside you, the warmth of his presence grounding you. There was a pause before he asked, “Why are you up here, princess? And don’t say you’re fine. You’ve been off for quite a while now.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. The truth caught in your throat.

Your voice came out cracked. “…I don’t know,”He turned slightly to look at you. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I didn’t even realize I got out of bed,” you murmured, barely above a whisper. “I just… woke up and couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight. Next thing I knew, I was opening the rooftop door,”

And then, quietly, you whispered, “…I don’t even know what’s happening with me these days,”

He didn’t interrupt.

You stared ahead, voice cracking as you continued, “This… whatever this is—it’s been going on for so long. I know there’s something wrong with me, Katsuki. I know it. But I just… I don’t know what it is,”

Your hand gripped your arm tightly, fingernails pressing into your skin. “And no matter how hard I try, I can’t explain it. I don’t even know how to tell anyone. I don’t know how to tell you,”

Silence stretched between you both.

His gaze softened, just a little. You looked down at your hands and whispered, “Can I… Can I hug you?” He didn’t answer with words. He just opened his arms.

You slid into them quietly, burying your face into his chest, and the tears came again. Not loud or dramatic. Just soft, steady, as if your body had been waiting for this release all day. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you like he wasn’t going to let go. Not now. Not ever.

You stayed like that in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt safe.

Then your hand instinctively moved, reaching for his—his warm, calloused hand. You gripped it gently, then slowly placed your palm over his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

You closed your eyes.

His heart. Steady. Strong. Alive.

“You’re okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you,” You stayed quiet, but your tears answered for you.

Your voice cracked again. “I hate feeling like this, I hate not knowing what’s wrong. I hate how tired I am. I hate that it’s always like this.”

He pulled back gently so he could look into your eyes, his voice low and firm.

“You’re not broken,” You opened your mouth to protest, but he cupped your cheek.

“Ya’ hear me?” he said. “You’re not broken, princess. You’re not weak. You’re not too much. You’re just hurting. And maybe you’ve been carrying it for too long, trying to pretend you’re okay because you think you have to be. But you don’t. Not with me,”

You bit your lip, tears spilling again. “Katsuki…”

“I mean it,” he said, adjusting his hold on you to make sure you were warm, one arm around your shoulder, the other covering your hand still on his chest. “You don’t always need to explain it. You don’t have to put it into words if it hurts. I don’t need a perfect reason to stay.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know when I started feeling this way,”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve always been… tired. But lately it’s like no matter how much I sleep, I wake up exhausted. I push through everything like I’m fine, but sometimes it feels like I’m just… watching myself from outside,” You bit down on your lip. “I smile. I hang out with you gus. I go to class, do training and do my patrols. But it all feels like I’m not really ther,”

His brows furrowed. You knew this side of him—listening, even when he didn’t fully know what to say. He wasn’t the type to comfort with soft words. But the silence around him never felt empty. It always held space for you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he finally asked, voice low. You hesitated. “I… I didn’t want to burden you.” His jaw tensed, and he leaned back just enough to look directly at you. “Burden me? Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”

You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N. You’re my girlfriend. You think I just want to be with you when things are easy?”

You looked away.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you admitted, voice small. His hand shot up to cup your cheek again, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re not weak. You're the strongest damn person I know. But strong people need help too.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and glassy.

“Let me help you. Let me be there when you fall apart.” He softened his voice. “Stop trying to protect me from your pain, okay? I’d rather carry the weight with you than watch you crumble under it alone.”

Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Even when I don’t make sense?”

“Yeah, even if you don’t make any sense,”

You nodded slowly, feeling the tears prick again, but this time, it wasn’t fear or panic. It was release. Relief.

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

“Don’t be,” he said, pulling you into him tighter. “we’ll figure it out together. I don’t care how many nights I have to sit with you like this. I’m not going anywhere.”

You buried your face into his chest again, breathing in his scent—burnt sugar and warmth, your favorite kind of comfort.

“Katsuki?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Good thing you won’t ever have to find out.”

You stayed like that for a while longer—no more words, just the quiet, steady thump of his heart beneath your hand. And for the first time in a long time, even with the weight still on your chest, you felt like maybe… just maybe, you could breathe again.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.

Note: hi everyone~ been away for a while cause school is stressing me out these days. As much as I want to keep writing new one-shots and continue my other stories, I just haven’t been able to. Every time I try to write or edit, it just doesn’t feel right. But for now, I wanted to drop this angsty piece — it’s unedited, but I really felt like sharing it anyway.

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